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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: BLOOD TIES

Life within the anchors is one that is immediately familiar to most people. The overall social structure is indicative of the ancient small towns that once existed all over the world, before they were annexed by opportunistic profiteers and nurtured into becoming the great cities that now sit crumbling within locations known as Zones of Ruin. A name given as a reminder about them being the catalyst of the man made disasters that nearly destroyed the entire world. The people who live within the anchors collectively believe in living a life more beneficial for them and every living thing that shares the world with them. As is already known, not everyone was comfortable with this way of life and chose to live a different one. The Scavengers were descendant of those who could not let go and continue to call what is left of the great ancient cities their home. Due to the quiet and often uneventful life experienced within the anchors, it is no wonder the locations eventually became known as Zones of Peace. Of the people who found anchor living not to their liking, there were still those who felt staying within the Zones of Ruin was a disastrous step backwards. These few brave individuals sought the challenge of living beyond the structure of conventional living and continue the legacy of their specific ancestors, as wondering nomads of the wilderness in between Anchor and Ruin. Thus the name Nomad eventually became attached to them. They are a hardy and resourceful people who continue to work at helping the living world recover from the damage done by the man made disasters. These areas of wilderness eventually became known as Zones of Wild.

Recent bad encounters with Scavengers has forced the Nomads to consider alternative temporary living conditions for their children, via them being granted temporary residence within nearby anchors, during the times of the year that Scavenger encounters are more frequent and dangerous. As a result, this arrangement improved relations between Wild and Anchor people. This in turn became a valuable asset as some encounters turned fatal, wiping out entire Nomad tribes and leaving surviving children with no parents to look after them. These children were taken in and adopted by anchor families, leaving them to grow up with no knowledge of their heritage. They only know that they are different and learn about who they are through what little is known by the people around them. The rest is knowledge they seek on their own, by eventually meeting other Nomads from one of the remaining thriving tribes. Sometimes they also get this information via ways that only Nomads themselves understand and respect.

Somewhere deep in the woods beyond a Ranger base camp are two such orphaned Nomads, whom make it a daily adventure of discovering what it means to be such a person as adult men themselves and do it naked, as a way to better connect with the wilderness around them.

“Hey John. You getting your sack full yet?" Felix asks, after tossing in the last handful of picked mushrooms into his own burlap bag, then pulls it shut with the draw strings.

“Almost. I could use a hand over here. This particular mushroom is in a hard to reach place."

Felix pops his head up from beyond a fallen tree and doesn't see John anywhere within the moonlit mist rolling down from the mountains. Only the scattered trees within a large clearing of the woods beyond their base camp. He pans his head around and realizes they went pretty far in this time. He couldn't see any form of lighting from the base camp or anchor they left behind.

“How about turning your lantern back on and let me see where you are at in this white soup."

“It is on. Just let me set it up higher." John corrects.

Felix then spots a dim vague glow manifest in the distance. He crawls over the tree and begins carefully walking towards it, with the filled burlap bag in one hand and his lantern in the other. He is careful to keep the lantern low and the ground below illuminated. Don't need to be tripping over or falling into anything unpleasant.

“Why are you way over there and not over here, where there is obviously a much better picking spot? The night may be young, but we still need sleep and then get back to the base camp."

“Something inside simply told me to start looking over here by the trickling brook and well..." John pops up from beyond some boulders and is finally seen by Felix in the glow of the lantern light he sat on a boulder, that was barely visible above the higher floating mist barrier in that spot.

“Don't move and just stay put, until I finally get over there. I hear running water and not quite sure where the brook is at beyond this ridiculously thick mist barrier." Felix comments, as he slowly makes his way towards the boulder where John is standing, with only his shoulders and head visible above the rolling mist. He manages to get within a few foot steps of John and begins to slide sideways, as he feels his one foot slip a little.

“You might want to stop..." John begins to advise Felix.

“Oh shit!" Felix exclaims and disappears under the mist, with the sound of scattering rocks and sticks being heard before a soft thumb. John snickers rather loudly. “A bit of warning next time." Felix eventually adds from beyond the mist.

“Is the lantern okay?" John asks. Felix pops back up out of the mist and brushes himself off.

“Seriously? I fall and nearly twist my ankle and you ask if the lantern is okay."

“Well. We are pretty far from base camp and it is still night."

“Your fishing."

“Guilty." John admits with a smirk.

Felix just sighs, before setting his lantern on the boulder next to the other one and then tossing his filled bag up beside it.

“So. Show me where this hard-to-get-mushroom is at."

“Right. Oh one little detail. We will be doing a little crawling and need to be quiet." John responds and then grabs one of the lanterns, before ducking down into the mist.

“What do you mean quiet? Mushrooms can't..." Felix stops himself and sighs with exasperation, when seeing John's lantern light fading beyond the mist and rocks.

He then grabs the other lantern, before dropping down to his hands and knees and proceeds to follow the glow of John's into the mist. Thankfully the path itself was all sand and easy on the knees, as it swiftly took both brothers down a gradual sloping and curving path in between more boulders and under a few rock ledges. They were also beginning to crawl through some water, flowing from the nearby brook behind them most likely. Good thing it was a summer night.

“John" Felix calls out in a hushed tone, when he sees the lantern light go out.

“Shh. Put out the light."

“John."

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh... and please put out that lantern light."

Felix sighs in exasperation and shuts the lantern off, before crawling a little faster to get beside his brother. John then stops abruptly, resulting in Felix's head bumping right into John's bare hairy ass.

“That's not the head that goes there bro." John whispers over his shoulder.

“No one told you to stop either." Felix whispers back.

“Sorry."

“So where are these mushrooms and what is so important that you..." Felix trailed off, once he got up next to John and saw what made him stop.

Although it was dark outside, there was still sufficient moonlight reflecting off the surrounding boulders to know what was hanging down just ahead of them could easily be mistaken for very few variety of mushroom at a distance. They were easily within ten paces of it and grateful that their presence was easily concealed by both the running water and the flat rock sections over their heads. The brothers looked at each other and John smirked in the dim light. He could also tell Felix had the expression on his face of not being impressed by the stunt.

“That is not a mushroom John." Felix whispers into John's ear with irritation.

John's only response was a shrug and another smirk. Before they looked back at what both of them knew to be a dark hanging flaccid horse cock. They then heard snoring above them.

“This sleeping boy is an Other." John suggested, as he rolled onto his side.

“Okay. So he is an Other. Now what?" Felix asks after rolling to face John.

“I don't know." John briefly glances up towards the flaccid cock, then back to Felix.

Felix glances down and caught John playing with his cock, that was getting firm in his hand.

“You want to touch it?" He accuses John and grins.

“I don't know. I mean. Sure. It is a cock and this is a very cool opportunity. But this is not some random guy sleeping and lounging by the brook."

Felix just nods in agreement and can't help but glance up towards the cock. John then spots him beginning to play with his cock as well, before looking back at him.

“So who should go first?" John asks.

“First. We haven't even decided if it's a good idea."

“Well. It's not a bad idea either."

“I'm just thinking about what is obviously attached to that cock."

“In what way?"

“The way that if he doesn't like us touching that cock, we could end up in serious trouble."

“You talk as if he is like one of them Scavengers."

“Well. None of us know anything about the other's personal lives."

“True. All we know is what little social interaction Rangers had with them during incursions."

“Yeah. They weren't naked during those times either."

“Well yeah. Got to keep that beautiful hanging meat there protected."

“Damn. That thing does look inviting." Felix comments when glancing at it again.

“Wait. Is it starting to get longer?" John asks after looking back at it himself.

“I think so. He must be having a special dream about a mare."

“Or stallion."

“Says the bro who wants to touch it."

“Says the bro who wants to suck it."

“I didn't say..." Felix starts.

“...you want to suck it." John finishes. “I know you and don't even have to look down to know your cock is now just as hard as mine in your hand."

The cock begins to lengthen further.

“Maybe..."

“Busted."

“You want it more." Felix looks at John and challenges him.

“You want it in you." John looks and challenges back at him.

The equine cock gets firm and begins to bob towards them slowly.

“Says the bro that will take any cock."

“Says the bro that does what this bro does and loves it."

“You would probably eat his ass too."

“You would be right there and be trying to pull me from it."

“If it's worth eating, it's worth plowing."

“No argument there."

Splat.

Both brothers quickly look at the extended throbbing cock and then at the stuff sticking to the side of their faces, like they had been discovered doing something forbidden. Both simply froze in place and extended a tentative tongue outside to a cheek. The texture was like cum, but it was sweet. Then they realized that the crawl space they were laying in, was now a little brighter inside. They remained frozen in place and began to get a little nervous, as they slowly adjusted their line of sight up and then down a little to where more moonlight was coming into the crawl space. Their eyes then met with the eyes of the horse man watching them silently. He then spoke with a deep baritone voice.

“Hello boys. You know... flattery is one thing. But putting action to words is another. Unless of course... you actually do feel up to the task of munching and plowing this prime equine ass."

All three then just stayed where they were and let a brief moment of silence hang between them, while they listened to the babbling brook. Felix and John looked back at each other, then back at the horse man and nodded slowly.

“Okay." They answered reluctantly.

“Don't worry. I'm not going to get pissed and then stomp you to death, if you do something wrong. I'll just talk you through it and help you learn." The horse man encourages and chuckles.

“Can we touch you first?" Felix asks and points towards the horse cock.

“Sure. Knock yourselves out and suck on it for as long as you like. But how about we go somewhere a little more comfortable than this wet crawl space and hard boulders."

With that, the dark cock softens a little and slides back up through the gap it was hanging through. The horse man proceeds to sit up from his laying position and helps the Nomad brothers climb up out of the wet crawl space. They both watch in awe, as he gets up onto his two horse legs and then bends over to grab the slab he moved for his head to watch them. He intentionally holds his bent over pose and let's them get a good look at his entire back side, before straightening back up and effortlessly sets the slab back in place. He turns around to face them and sees the look on their face, like they were a kid that just got a new toy. The horse man then glances down to see what they were staring at, while licking their lips. He crosses his arms and chuckles with delight.

“Well don't just stand there boys. Go ahead and get to work on it."

They both step forward and begin roaming their hands all over his hardening cock and scrotum.

“Mmm. That's nice. You definitely have done this before with a cock.."

Felix and John lean in and run their noses along the length of his shaft, inhaling deeply.

“You like that smell? That is all me and pure equine musk."

The brothers simply moan in response, while moving one of their hands to their cocks.

“Go on. Have a taste of what my balls can make for you."

The horse man unfolds his arms and moves a hand each to cradle the back of their heads.

“Just make sure to share, once you have a taste."

They simply moan again, as they jointly grasp his cock and run their tongues over the equine cock head. He simply rubs the back of their heads for silent encouragement to continue. He then witnesses the two make a move of true brotherly love, as they take large amounts of his sex juice into their mouths and then kiss each other passionately, while swapping it back and forth between them. They both then give his forearms a tug and have the horse man lower to his haunches, before sucking on him again and getting more of it in their mouths. This time they leaned up to his muzzle and took turns pressing their lips to his own and swapping the sex juice with him in a equally passionate kiss.

“Fuck. That was a beautiful moment to experience with you two. For that, you can have my ass as soon as you are ready and for as long as you like. Don't worry about lube. I can make plenty with my own balls for you to use." The horse man comments while standing back up.

Felix and John finally took a break and spoke.

“So like how much of this can you make?" Felix asks.

“Enough to literally cover you in it."

“Does your cum also taste this good?" John asks.

“Why this is my cum... so to speak. That is just the way we are."

“Wow, that's actually..." Felix started.

“...pretty awesome." John finished.

“I'm glad you approve. So. Who wants a shot at my ass first? Well, there is enough there for both of you to munch really."

“We are not greedy and we share everything." Felix assures, before he takes a large amount of the sex juice into his mouth and moves around behind the horse man.

“We heard that is the way people like us live." John adds, as he stays in front and sensually begins massaging the horse cock and licking the leaking head.

“Oh I can see that you are very much of Nomad blood. Both of you. Your glorious white hair, that is straight as fur everywhere on your bodies. The velvet softness of it, that is like touching my own hide and those gorgeous amber eyes, that one can loose themselves in for a long time. You men especially are a sight to see, when you mature and grow those wonderful beards, to match your hair."

The horse man then stops speaking and gasps with pleasant surprise, as Felix grips that equine ass and presses his lips over the protruding anal doughnut. He then pushes his tongue right into the puckered entrance and brings with it the warm sex juice from the horse man's cock. Sensual rubs at the back of his head gives him silent approval and praise he is doing everything right so far, as he proceeds to use his tongue to push more of that juice in and around the twitching doughnut. Meanwhile John receives signs of his brother's performance at the front, via the steady trickle of sex juice now going into his mouth and the pulsing throbs of the equine shaft in his hands. He uses what leaks out around his lips as lube, to begin sensually stroking the velvety shaft. The horse man uses his free hand and gives Felix approving head rubs as well. Both brothers moan their approval of this bonding experience with this beautiful man beast, as they begin to apply more technique from their own past experience with males. While John begins flexing and moving his tongue in circular motions around the inside of the lubed puckered hole, Felix begins to apply pressure around the leaking hole of the cock. He looks up and finds his eyes locking with those of the equine beast, that is looking right back at him.

“Looks like someone is willing to explore a new avenue. Just be ready for a stronger flow and bigger head." The horse man encourages, before twisting his head to look behind him.

The big human-looking upside down cock head, then begins to morph and expand into a more mushroom looking form, right in front of his eyes. Most anyone else would have been shocked at seeing the transformation, but he had seen a stallion's cock head change into a trumpet shape before and welcomed what would come next. He simply kept moving his lubed hands sensually up and down.

“Just remember not to press your face too far in and allow yourself to breath. That goes for the one trying to bury his face into my hole back there as well."

“Oh. Sorry." Come the muffled words of John, from in between the muscular ass cheeks.

“The sun won't be up for a while yet. We have plenty of time. Take it slow and easy."

John simply gave a couple subtle nods in response and went back to his tongue drilling.

Meanwhile, the cock head had finished it's transformation and it's final trumpet like flared form was large enough to completely cover Felix's face. The horse man turned his head back towards Felix and moved his hand to the top of the man's head.

“I'm making sure you don't suffocate yourself." He assures after applying a little pressure.

Felix just nods and brings his hands up to cradle the back of the fleshy trumpet, before pressing his face into it and sinking his tongue inside the source of the juice.

“Good. Take it slow and just lick the inside right at the end first."

John simply did as instructed.

“I need you in the back to change it up and actually suck on my hole, while keeping that tongue inside. I'm guessing you already know how to do that."

Felix just nodded and did as he was told.

“Now then. Start rubbing your hands all around that flare and start pushing that wonderful tongue in further. Do a little licking inside and then pull back a little to get some fresh air in you."

Once again, John simply complied and did the steps.

“Oh yes. That's it boys. We will simply stand here for a bit longer, while you two keep doing your special thing at both ends."

The horse man looked up to the moon in the sky and closed his eyes, occasionally humming to himself with contentment. He then allowed the flow of the syrup to increase a little and was confident that the man knew what to do. Eager gulps gave that positive response.

“Now this is the way for a stallion to live." The horse man whispers to himself.

Felix then felt trickles of the warm juice run past his chin and then down onto his hard throbbing cock, during his last pull back. He simply moaned softly in response and went to move one of his hands to begin masturbating it. The hand on his head pushed down a little.

“Ah ah ah. Both stay on my flare. Just stand there and let your cock be free to throb. Trust me, you will like what it does next and it will feel much better than a stroking hand."

Felix whimpers a little, but quickly complies and resumes the caressing of the flare. The horse man's ears then pivots backwards, after detecting a barely perceptible noise in the distance. He was certain neither man could hear it, but he knew that distinct sound anywhere. Someone was nearby and watching, while allowing their throbbing cock to slap their belly. He then heard a softer version of that sound from in front of him and smirked with satisfaction, the moment the man responded with moans.

“Told you that feels better than stroking it. Just let it keep slapping little man. That also goes for you in back. Keep them hands on my ass and just let it throb and slap."

Soon a second softer slapping was heard from just beyond his tail, along with John's moans. His ears then twitch, as they pick up the subtle sound of grass being parted and rubbed by hooves. Whoever was behind him, was being very careful to make as little noise as possible. He turned his head back and opened his eyes, locking them with another horse man. This darker one had the same white blaze, running from between his eyes and down to his nostrils. The horse man also had the white hands and hooves, along with the flowing white tufts. Both smirked at each other, as the new one kept approaching from the back. The lighter one bobbed his muzzle down towards the man munching on his ass. The darker one simply nodded and lowered to his hands, before resuming his stealth approach. Once he moved within a couple paces of the oblivious ass munching human, The standing one stuck his tongue out and waggled it, before rolling his eyes. This effectively communicated that the human was a good rimmer and that the crouching one should give him a try. John then felt the hand on his head move and softly tap his shoulder. He pulled his head out from under the tail and looked up, to see a floating finger pointing behind him. The man slowly turned on his heels and froze in place, as his face came within inches of another horse muzzle. It then moved to the side and to his ear.

“How about letting my ass feel some of that amazing tongue for a while. Looks like your cock is not too bad in size either. Maybe that can go in it afterwards... Stud."

All John could do was simply nod, as his cock continued to slap his belly. The new horse man then reached down to his own hard cock and allowed a healthy amount of juice to flow into his open hand, before reaching behind him and giving his ass a couple swipes. He then got up and backed up a little, while tucking his tail to the side. John did not move and simply raised his hands to the new ass coming at him. The moonlight was making the whole area around the doughnut hole glisten with the presence of that tasty syrup flavored sex juice. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, as his tongue made contact and sunk inside the twitching puckered hole. The horse man pushed a little more until the man's head was secured firmly between the two pairs of ass cheeks and pressing against the other horse man's own puckered hole. The darker horse man threw his head up and moaned as he got to experience the exquisite rimming talent of the man for himself, while the other one began relaxing his hole and allowed the man's head to push back into it. Both were careful not to push back too much and suffocate their pinned playmate. Occasional moans and vibrations through their asses told them he was still with them, while massaging hands of the darker one's ass assured him the man was loving the experience. He couldn't help but to allow himself to be discovered, via his own equine cock slapping his belly louder than both men put together. This got the attention of Felix and he stopped his oral work to look around the horse man he was servicing, to see another standing back to back with him. The hand on his head lifted completely and gave him a soft pat. All he could see of his brother was a arm coming out of the draping tail hairs and moving a massaging hand sensually across the darker muscular ass cheek. With his hands still on the throbbing flesh trumpet, he looked further towards that darker slapping cock and then up towards the lighter horse man, giving him a silent plead with his eyes.

“Sure. You can have a taste of him too. I don't even have to look to know what you want."

Felix then swiftly turned loose of the flesh trumpet and walked around in front of the darker horse man. He then looked up at that big muzzle and waited for permission.

“It's all yours little man. Show me what you can do with this."

The horse man relaxed his equine shaft a little, to let it drop down into the extended human hands waiting for it. The man carefully gripped it and began massaging it's length, before pressing his lips to the blunt end and moving his tongue over the leaking hole.

“Oh my word." The darker horse man said in surprise.

“Yeah. Thought I would let that be a surprise. Now just relax your control a little and let that beautiful big black cock flare. He really likes it when you do that." The other horse man comments.

Remembering exactly how things proceeded with the other horse man, Felix continued to massage the equine shaft and began focusing on the opening, as it began to expand with the flaring cock head and protrude a little, before a steady trickle of that sex juice started coming out. He wasted no time with cradling the flared head and pushing his face into it's fleshy trumpet shape, to scoop as much of the stuff out with his tongue as it would hold.

“Fuck. Now that feels amazing." The darker one comments between snorts.

“You know what would probably feel even better?' The lighter one asks.

“This man's own cock shoved up my sex syrup hole?"

“I see you had the same thought as me." The lighter one chuckles.

“Part of why we make such a good scout party."

“Which should we let them fuck first? Our cocks or our asses?"

“Ha. Knowing the effect our juice has on men, we let them have all the fun with our cocks first. Then after they blow their loads inside our shafts and get their own crotches thoroughly saturated with our juice, we let them plow our asses." The darker one replies.

“Think their systems can handle that level of saturation?"

“Of course they can handle it. Nomads have always been able to handle greater saturation and not end up mindless sex toys. That is one of the little special things about them."

“True. But this is their first time with one of us."

“Fine. Fine. We will make sure they take it a little slow."

“I'm sure the two wolves waiting for them back up the mountain will appreciate that."

“Oh yeah. Those two had been scouting and watching these two boys for quite a while now."

Both horse men close their eyes and tilt their heads back a little, savoring the pleasure the two men was giving them for a little longer.

“Okay. Time for a little breather boys." The darker one suggests.

The lighter one turns and gives John a light tap on the shoulder. The man pulls away form the ass his face was buried in and turns to face the horse man. He begins to reach out for the bobbing flared equine shaft head and is politely stopped with a hand on his head.

“You done enough service with your mouth. How about you get a little reward for the work."

The lighter horse man steps back a little and squats to his haunches, then motions for John to approach. He gently puts a hand on the man's hip and uses the other to line up his flared flesh trumpet with the head of the man's bobbing cock.

“Just grab hold of your own shaft and guide it right to where the stuff comes out of mine."

The man did as instructed and then looked up with a surprised look on his face, as his cock began slowly sinking inside the equine shaft. He then closed his eyes, before titling his head back and moaning, as the edges of the fleshy trumpet made contact with his balls. John placed his hands back onto the flared head and just held his place, savoring the new exquisite experience of actually putting his cock inside another cock. The horse man raised his one hand to a shoulder, to help keep the man steady and not fall over. At this point, Felix had already stopped his cock nursing and watched the whole spectacle from around the darker horse man's hips, with aroused shock.

“So. You up for trying that little man?" The darker horse man asked him.

Felix first looked down at the huge throbbing flesh trumpet he was still holding, then up to the moonlit horse face and into his eyes. The man simply grinned and nodded.

“Alright then. Just do what my companion told your brother to do, that way all four of us can be on our way to having a pleasurable night."

With that the horse man guides Felix to beside his brother, as he squats to his haunches and holds up his flared flesh trumpet out with one hand. He then motions for the man to step closer and puts his other hand on a shoulder. Both then look right into each other's eyes.

“Now then little man. Line that beautiful cock up with my sex juice hole and simply take it slow. Just keep your hands on my cock and savor the descent into the inviting warmth of my shaft."

Felix did as instructed and couldn't help but close his eyes, then moan as his balls made contact with the flared flesh trumpet.

Both horse men craned their necks towards each other and exchanged a long sensual kiss, while making sure the men stayed solid on their feet with a supportive hand on the shoulder. Felix and John opened their eyes and finally looked at each other. Both with the look of relief and glee on their smiling faces. Without even looking back at them, the horse men then told the brothers to begin fucking their cocks nice and slow. The men immediately broke eye contact and focused their gaze down onto the flared shafts, before they slowly began making slow long thrusts in and out of the sex juice holes.

“Yes. Just like that." The lighter horse man encouraged.

“Keep them thrusts long and steady." The darker horse man added.

Both men then got a finger under their chin and looked up to meet the gaze of the horse man, attached to the cock they had begun to sound with their own cocks.

“Hope you don't mind a little mess." The lighter one started.

“Because sounding really gets the juice to flowing." The darker one finished.

With those words both men could feel the warm sex juice run out and around their cocks, before running down their balls and legs. The squelching sounds made by their thrusting was tugging at their minds to begin thrusting faster. But they had the mental clarity to know who their cocks were in and that it was wise to do what they were told. They began taking deep breaths to cool down a little and make the moment last longer.

“Aw. Looks like the little men were about to blow." The darker one taunted.

“We can help with that." The lighter one added.

“No just hold still."

“While we take over."

Both horse men then gripped the brothers with both hands and began doing the thrusting for them. The sex syrup began flowing a little faster, as the flared equine shafts began moving up and down the human cocks. Deep snorting and louder squelching rose to the air, as the bothers tilted their heads back and moaned.

“Just let go and let it flow."

“Let us handle the draining of your balls."

With those words, the horse men pulled back to where only the tip of the brothers' cocks was sitting just inside the holes. Then slammed forward in one big thrust and whinnied in unison. The vibration traveled form their chest and through their entire equine bodies, on through their cocks to the men. Felix and John clenched their eyes shut and shuddered in place silently, as they emptied their balls into those gloriously warm and wet equine shafts.

“So much cum."

“So nice and warm."

The horse men then relaxed their hold on the men a little and helped them crumple to the grass, as their throbbing dripping cocks slid out of the equine shafts. The parting of the flesh made the usual wet sloppy squelch, as the men finished the collapse to the ground.

“Hmm, maybe their first time was a bit much for them." The lighter horse man observes.

“They all have the same reaction their first time." The darker horse man assures him.

“True, but they don't look to be in any condition to fuck us."

“If that were true, their cocks would already be going soft."

“Touche. I still see two hard throbbing cocks."

“Just let them lay there and rest for a bit."

“You think they mind if a mix of their cum and syrup is dripping out of our cocks onto them?"

“I don't think they really care. Just look at the peaceful content expression on their faces."

The two horse men remained standing over the other two men and occupied themselves with watching the cum meander and swirl through the growing pools of sex syrup spreading across their bellies. Occasionally one of the men would dip a finger in and lick it clean, as they engaged in quiet banter with each other.

“Hey. Your head stop swimming yet?" Felix asked John.

“Getting there." John answered back and licked another finger clean.

“You think the weird clear cum has anything to do with us feeling so horny?"

“Probably. My cock certainly got harder, when more was going in me."

“I still want to fuck me some horse ass, but not sure my legs can support me now."

“Mine feel a little like rubber too."

“They are still looking at us and talking about something."

“Maybe they are deciding to fuck us instead." John dips his finger again.

“Taking a pony cock up the ass is one thing. Those things hanging over us are horse cocks."

“Okay, they are a little bigger."

“They are a lot bigger. We just fucked their cocks. You can't do that with a normal size horse."

“Are you saying you wouldn't try it anyway."

“No. I'm saying that we are in no condition to take them now."

“Okay, back to our cocks getting in their asses then."

“Great idea. Let me know when you learn to levitate."

“Maybe they bring their asses down here." John just shrugs and licks another finger.

“Yeah. That could prove to be interesting."

“I think we are about to find out."

The horse men then squatted down right over their sex partner, intentionally letting their cocks plop down flaccid in the syrup pool on the belly. The darker one leaned over and placed a supporting hand just past Felix's shoulder, then craned his head down until his nose touched the man's chin.

“Hey there stud. I see your cock is still throbbing and ready to go again, but you look a little drained. Maybe I can help with that and still get that cock in my ass." The darker horse man suggests.

With those words, the horse man moves himself around right over Felix, placing his hooves past Felix's head and his haunches right at the man's sides. At the same time, he brings his hands to rest right by the knees and begins hovering his twitching doughnut hole right over the man's throbbing cock, while his tail draped itself between the man's legs. He then looks right down his chest at Felix.

“Now the only work you have to do is simply guide the angle of your syrup soaked cock and let my love hole descend right on down and swallow your cock. Sound easy enough?"

Felix simply nodded and gripped his cock right away.

“How about you?" The lighter one asks John, while getting into the same position.

The man nodded more eagerly than his brother and grabbed his syrup coated cock.

Both horse men then looked to each other, once they were in the same hovering position, then began to lower their twitching protruding holes towards the cocks waiting below them. The moment contact was made, the horse men did a quick descent to completely devour the brothers' cocks all the way to the base, before stopping and pausing. Felix and John both gasped in pleasant shock, at the feel of how warm the horse men felt inside.

“Hmm. I think they like that ass. What do you think?" The darker one asks the other one.

“Oh I had no doubt they would love it.." The lighter reminds him.

“How soon you think we can make them cum?"

“Wait..." Felix begins to protest and is silenced with a finger to the lips.

“At the moment, we have your cocks all the way inside our big warm holes and pretty much have control of the situation. You want to fuck this hole and cum as much as possible into it. I want your cum inside me as deep as it can possible get. We know what we are doing and you two are certainly not the first men for us. All you have to do now is just lay there and enjoy the ride."

With those final words, Felix felt the big flesh doughnut flex around his cock and try to suck more of it inside it's hole, while watching the horse man begin to pull himself up. He felt like the cum in his balls was about to be pulled directly out by that ass. Then when only his cock head was resting inside of it, it flexed again to push against his cock and then descend back down. Words failed to describe how amazing that felt and made the man want to thrash with ecstasy. A large hand came down onto his chest and pushed down a little.

“Easy there stud. Remember to breath and just let it go." The hand disappeared.

Felix just nodded and locked gazes with the darker horse man, as he began the second ascent up his shaft. He briefly looked down to watch the action and couldn't see much more than before. There was only the added maple scent of the sex syrup coating his cock and the squelching sound that it was doing it's job. The ass came down again and he felt those beautiful large balls smack down above the base of his cock. He communicated positive support of this pleasure, by rubbing the part of the equine legs that would normally be the shins and calves on a man. He then briefly looked over to his brother and saw that the lighter horse man had begun his cock riding and getting soft moans of approval from John. He then looked back into the eyes of the one riding his cock.

“Now. Let's see about priming them balls for a second draining." The darker one teased.

The two horse men then proceeded to increase the cock riding pace a little, while maintaining the pushing and pulling massage of the human cocks inside them. This small change had both men moaning and writhing underneath. Taking this as a positive sign, the horse men increased the pace a little more and got firm grasping near their knees as confirmation of successful stimulation. Additionally, the human cocks inside them were just big enough to stimulate their prostates and brought their equine shafts back to full firmness. The horse men began snorting and proceeded to ride a little faster. At this point, their big equine asses were bouncing off the men and their ample size balls slapping the syrup coated bellies. Felix and John began moaning louder and push back a little with what little strength that had come back to their legs.

“Looks like the stud is getting close. Well then, let's finish it already."

The darker horse man let out a powerful whinny, then clamped down hard on the cock he was riding and allowed himself to push down with slightly more force than usual and stayed there. Felix's abdominal muscles seized and brought his upper body up off the ground. He thought his balls were going to draw up inside him, as he began releasing a second load into the horse man's ass. His reward for the effort came in the form of a large hand grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips crushing into those of the darker horse man. He exclaimed and moaned loudly into the equine muzzle, as they shared a long passionate kiss through his orgasm. Felix's eyes caught glimpses of his brother experiencing the same moment with the lighter horse man. The sheer strength of the arm behind the large hand was enough to keep him sitting upright and freed his hands to stroke the horse man's head and throbbing shaft that was now bobbing between them. This second orgasm was taking a lot out of the Nomad brothers and soon they found themselves going limp and being laid back down on the grass. The horse men gave them strokes on the cheek, before rising up off their cocks and throwing a large blanket over them. Just as they felt themselves slip into unconsciousness, they recall their heads being lifted and laid on something soft. A warm kiss touching their heads was the last thing they remembered before curling up with each other and falling asleep.

“So, nap here for the night and then check up on our real assignment early in the morning, before the mountain mist retreats back up the slopes?" The darker horse man asks.

“Sure. Somebody has to look after this healthy harvest of mushrooms for them."

The lighter horse man hoisted the two bags up and both got a good chuckle out of the moment. The darker horse man unrolled another large blanket, as both of them laid down near the sleeping Nomad brothers and curled up together under it.

“Hey, did you remember to retrieve their clothes and packs, then bring them here with you?"

“All they brought with them into the woods was the burlap sacks."

“Wait. Really?"

“Yes. Really. I even looked around a bit and thus why I was a little late for the sex."

“They really are Nomad."

“Yup. Anchor living changed nothing about that."

“That will make adjusting to living with the wolves even easier for them."

“It will indeed."

“Okay. Everything is set then."

“Yup. Now let's get more comfortable for sleeping here tonight."

The lighter horse man nodded, then allowed his form to shrink a little and the legs to reform to have actual feet. After panning his head around for safety check, the darker one did the same. Both soon closed their eyes and swiftly went to sleep.

Morning twilight began bathing the small clearing in orange, as two young drowsy white haired and bearded men made their way towards the babbling brook and then further in to the deeper waist high water. Although it had a slight chill to it, the condition was nothing they weren't used to tolerating. This morning bath would however begin a little differently, as their fingers began running across the hair of their bellies and touch something that felt like a thick paste clinging to it. Both looked at each other through drowsy gazes and raised an eyebrow, then looked down while slowly moving their hands downwards and finding even more clear paste encrusting the entire area of their hairy crotches. They raised their heads back up, with a look of wanting to incriminate the other one.

“You wouldn't happen to know why my crotch hair is completely covered in this this stuff?" John held up a hand right in John's face and then spread the fingers apart, showing the clear paste connecting them in organic strings.

“Guess what. Got the same thing going on here." Felix challenged right back and held up his hand, showing the same stuff connecting his spread fingers.

They both then proceeded to use the water and slowly got all of their body hair free of whatever was sticking to it.

“Hey Felix."

“Yeah."

“You have any strange erotic dreams lately?"

A splash of water drenched John's face.

“Now what did y-..."

“We are young horny men John. Define strange." Felix stood with hands on his hips.

“Okay. Strange as in having a toss in the woods with something not human."

Splash.

“Try again brother."

A splash of water was returned to Felix. He sputtered in protest.

“I meant... as in something that was not animal and not quite human either." John corrected.

“Like... an Other?' Felix asked while wiping his eyes clear to see again.

“Yes. Like an Other."

“Yeah. Had one myself last night."

Both then froze and ceased all movement while staring at each other. They slowly began running their fingers through the area where the clear paste had been clinging to them. Then they stopped and stared for a bit longer.

“You go first." Felix suggested.

“Alright. The guy with me was like twice my size." John started.

“Same. Mine seemed to be completely black or dark brown."

“Yeah that tracks with mine too. He had white hands and fine hair on the wrists."

“Mine had that too and had the same hair down where there should have been feet."

“But they weren't feet. Were they? They were hooves."

“That was my guy alright. His skin was ridiculously smooth and had this really fine..."

“...fur or hide. Like touching a horse or cow."

“Yeah. He had a thick muscular neck like a horse or cow too."

“Pretty sure mine was a horse. After remembering that blaze on the muzzle."

“Mine had that blaze too."

“Then there was that cock."

“Fuck, was that cock ever huge..."

“....and silky soft to the touch."

“Same with the balls and they were huge too."

“I think our mutual horse playmates were plow horses."

“Yeah. Like Shire or Clydesdale."

“I can't even fathom taking a cock like that inside me."

“Well that didn't happen in my dream."

“Same. But he did let me like... fuck his cock."

“Wait. That happened in mine as well."

“I really got into it and actually fucked until I shot my load inside of it."

“I remember trying to suck on my guy's cock."

“Tried that as well and resigned with just licking the head."

“Yeah that certainly became an intense experience in of itself."

“Like when it went went from licking a large cock head, to tongue scooping cum out of a flare."

“That and it was like the clear cum itself was having an affect on me the whole time."

“I noticed that too. The more I swallowed..." John started.

“...the more I wanted it." Felix finished.

Both fell silent and slowly went back to washing themselves, then made their way back out of the brook towards where they had slept the previous night. With fully active and awake minds, they soon realized that something did happen to them. That realization set in when they returned to their sleeping spot and saw the one large discarded blanket and two small rolled ones set to the side. The brothers stopped and folded their arms, while staring at the large blanket.

“You know. We never bothered with taking blankets with us." Felix observed.

“That and we usually made it back to base camp, before the night was over." John added.

Both nodded in agreement, while squatting down to examine the large blanket more closely. John lifted a corner up to his nose and jerked his head back slightly, the moment a familiar wild spicy scent triggered his sense of smell. Felix noticed.

“You smell that too?" He asks John, while rubbing his fingers together under his nose.

“Yeah. It's like a horse uses this thing."

Felix grabs a nearby rolled blanket and gets it within inches of his face, before having the same scenting reaction as John.

“I think it is safe to say these blankets belong to a horse." John suggests.

“More like a horse man."

“Came to the same conclusion as me bro?"

John snaps his fingers and then points down at his brothers hard bobbing cock. Felix glances down and then points back at his brother's own hard cock. They both look at each other and snicker.

“So now what?' Felix asked no one in particular, while looking over the large blanket.

“Well, I don't see any horse men here at the moment and it will soon be actual morning." John observes, while getting up and walking over to the two filled burlap bags on the nearby boulders. He looked them over and then pulled out a large single folded piece of paper tucked in between them.

“Hey, what you got there? Maybe a love letter from our mystery visitors?" Felix teases.

“Who knows. The existence of all this stuff definitely confirms we had one very interesting night and spent it with horse men."

“Yeah. That was definitely no dream." Felix comments while getting back up onto his feet.

John waits until his brother is right next to him, before unfolding the large piece of paper and reading it together.

Hope you boys slept well

Made sure the sacks were filled

Had fun emptying your other sacks

Two wolves will see you soon

You will know it when they arrive

Safe travels Nomad Brothers

Both brothers looked at each other, with a questioning expression on their faces.

“Are the Others like spying on us now?" Felix asks John.

“Or maybe just some select people."

“I didn't know they could write."

“None of us knew they could do this. They have kept so much of their existence as shrouded as the mountains themselves."

“Makes me wonder what else they can do just like us. Besides fighting Scavengers of course."

“I'm wondering if this is something Sam and Jacob need to know about now."

“Maybe they already knew. Or at least Sam did."

“Yeah. Sam was the one coordinating the meeting last night."

“So if they both know, why were none of us told about this?"

“I don't know. Maybe we are reading too much into this situation." John suggests.

“That could be. Besides, we won't be the first to have a toss with an Other."

“If the stories we have heard throughout our lives are any indication, then just about every adult man had at least one encounter to remember."

“Scavengers being the exception." Felix corrects lightheartedly. Both of them snicker loudly.

“So we proceed with this morning, like it is any other mushroom hunting day?"

“Probably the best thing to do and see if anything else develops."

The two brothers give each other a pat on the shoulder and proceed to fold the large blanket back up together, after realizing how heavy it was.

“This thing must be large enough to cover two horses." John observes from one end.

“It certainly kept us warm." Felix adds from the other end and starts the folding.

“We will end up smelling like horses again."

“Like that is anything new for the people that know us."

“True." John admits, while bring his folded end towards Felix.

“Speaking of horses..." Felix looks right at John and then subtly jerks his head sideways.

John resumes the blanket folding with his brother and without turning his head, glances the same direction and spots two horse men standing just beyond the edge of the clearing inside the woods. They were obviously being careful and used the shade of the trees to conceal themselves.

“I guess that resolves what we do with the blanket." He observes casually.

Felix nods in agreement and takes what is left of the blanket and folds it himself. John grabs the two burlap bags and hands one to Felix, after the man laid the large blanket down next to the other two small rolled ones. Both nodded to each other and began retracing their steps back into the woods, walking towards visible rising smoke plumes above the treeline. The two horse men waited a while and then walked out into the clearing, to retrieve their blankets, before tracing their own path back into the woods towards the mountains.

“Well, that was a successful scout assignment." The Clydesdale commented.

“One of the best ones in memory." The Shire adds.

Both allowed themselves to have a big hearty laugh and didn't care if the departing Nomad brothers heard them or not. Felix and John paused briefly, when it reached their ears, then just shrugged and kept walking. After walking far enough to begin seeing signs of the base camp through the trees, their ears picked up familiar sounds. Someone was definitely getting fucked roughly and loving it. Two of the voices were immediately familiar and motivated the brothers to risk sneaking towards the noise. Once they were close enough to see the red haired backs of Lewis and Trent, they carefully adjusted their position to see the other two men and quietly lowered the filled bags down to the ground.

“Oh fuck yes." One of the men responded, after letting his head fall down onto the tree.

“Yes, you want us to make you cum?' Lewis asked with a commanding tone.

There was another pause for a few seconds.

“Yes." Came the response from the same man.

Both twins looked at each other and a wicked grin manifested on their faces.

“Yes what?" They asked in unison and kept eye contact.

“Yes, sir." Came the unified response of both men bent over the tree.

“Just what we..." Lewis started, as they straightened up and slowly drew their cocks out.

“...wanted to hear." Trent finished, as they gripped the asses of the men firmly and nodded.

The cocks plunged in quicker this time and the two men's heads shot back up. The cocks were then pulled out almost all the way and then plunged back in just as quickly. Both men gasped.

“Since you two are so keen..." Lewis started on the third quick plunge.

“...on thinking of us as horses." Trent continued on the fourth quick plunge.

“Perhaps we can oblige you..." Fifth quick plunge.

“...and fuck you like one." Sixth quick plunge.

The response only came in gasps of pleasure from the two men. They raised their bodies up at an angle, to get maximum stimulation on their prostates from the rather horse like cocks the Nomad brother knew Lewis and Trent had between their legs. The twins adjusted their angle, to insure optimum comfort and pleasure, while putting a hand on a shoulder and using the other to grab a handful of hair. The men's heads were pulled back, as the twins then proceeded to pick up the pace and fuck their breeding partners the same way stallions breed mares in season. They even began snorting just like stallions, while they proceeded to fuck the two men hard enough to make their feet rise up onto the toes. The cocks of the two men were now as hard as they would get and were smacking against their bellies, with wet precum coated skin amplifying the sound.

“Hear that bro?" Lewis asked and referred to the half gasps and half grunts.

“Yup. We got ourselves two happy breeding mares right here." Trent answered.

They then nodded one more time, before breaking eye contact and focusing on their breeding partners. They continued to snort like sexually enthralled stallions and were soon rewarded with the distinct grunting and groaning of a man cumming. Neither one of them touching their cock. Both brothers slammed in all the way hard enough to lift the men completely off their feet. The twins then wrapped their arms around the men and pulled them against their bodies, while twisting their heads sideways and plunging their tongues into their open mouths. The two men reflexively wrapped an arm behind the head and pulled their breeder's face firmly against their own.

Felix and John looked at each other and silently mouthed the word Sweet, after seeing the two men completely lifted off their feet and kept there through Lewis and Trent's orgasm. They then looked back just in time to see the twins breaking the kiss and slowly lower the two men back to the ground. They heard all four men chuckle, as the softened breeding cocks left the freshly fucked asses with a wet slurp. All four then picked a spot and enjoyed a communal group pissing moment, as they thoroughly soaked a nearby bush. The Nomad brothers then spotted them beginning to look around and quickly ducked down behind the bushes they were standing behind for the show. A couple of wet farts echoed through the air, followed by a shared snicker among them. The brothers cleverly snickered quietly to each other and then froze, when they noticed the snickering nearby abruptly stop. They struggled as they began to laugh silently at the thought they had been discovered. They knew the twins wouldn't mind that much, but the other two men may find the moment too revealing for the sake of their personal lives.

“Enjoy the show?" Came the raised questioning voice of Lewis.

Oh shit.

“One of the better ones I ever beat off to." Came the response and familiar voice of Sam.

Phew.

“Maybe some day I can show you two cum filled sluts what real deep diving is. But for now, we need to get dressed and ready back at the base camp." Came the additional comment from Sam, that was obviously directed towards the two men that were just fucked by the twins.

Felix and John simply remained where they were, secretly peering through the leaves of the bushes and watched as Lewis and Trent followed Sam out of sight. The other two naked men waited a while and soon followed their own path out of the woods. John grabbed a bag and gave his brother a tap on the shoulder, before jerking his head in the direction of the base camp. Felix nodded and grabbed the other bag, before following his brother away form the spot in a crouched stealth position. Once they had put at least twenty paces between them and where the fuck show had occurred, they straightened back up and walked twenty more paces, before coming upon the hidden spot where their discarded folded clothes were always kept during their personal night time excursions. They set the bags down and proceeded to unfold and put their clothes on. By the time they were at the point of sitting on the ground and lacing up their boots, Felix finally said something.

“I wonder how much things will change, once those two fucking machines are in charge?"

“From what I know, things don't really change all that much in a squad during such time."

“Yeah, but you see the difference in personality. That has some influence with command style."

“So. You are expecting us to begin paying squad dues, by offering our asses to the twins?"

“Something like that." Both snicker loudly, after finishing with their boots.

Both get back on their feet and grab a bag each, before walking towards the base camp.

“Well. Things are done quite a bit differently now, than in ancient times with such situations."

“Yeah. Things had to change to improve squad moral and reduce the tension."

“That is what we all have been told, when being taught proper squad conduct."

“Makes you wonder if there is any related special leadership change tradition."

“I'm sure we will know soon enough, after the excursion into the mountains."

“Maybe during the excursion. We do have to stop at the observation post first anyway."

“Maybe we find out now." John suggests, as the break from the treeline into the base camp.

Felix looks ahead and spots Sam looking right at them. He didn't look serious or pissed, but he did look a bit relieved to see them again. They knew he found their deep woods excursions concerning.

“Felix. John. Mind if I ask what you two have been hunting?" Sam asks and points at the bags.

“Mushrooms." Came their unified response, after grinning and hoisting a bag up to head height.

“Well then. Don't just stand there. Get those to the chef in the commissary tent, then grab your packs and meet at the excursion departure point." Sam encouraged with a slight smile.

“Sir, yes sir." They replied and briskly walked away with the bags.

Felix and John continue their planned path to drop off their mushroom harvest with Quinton.

They both knew the man very well and encountered him one afternoon out in the woods. He was doing his usual mushroom hunting and had just finished gathering his haul for the day. Neither one of the brothers expected to encounter anyone in the deep woods and were completely naked, when coming across Quinton bathing in the brook. There was nothing really remarkable about the man and was someone that could easily blend into a crowd with his average face features and appearance. His wavy hair was brown and kept fairly short. The man had a decent matching wavy haired beard and good body hair density. They also remember his cock being quite average in size, when seeing it stick out from him during his ascent out of the water. He was a man that showed no shame in being naked in front of other people in an open public spot, as he spotted them and walked right up to greet them with a hug. At this point, they noticed he also had a bit of a belly on him. They also remember how great it felt rubbing against their cocks, when he fucked them both later that night in his house. After that, they became regular fuck buddies and often went on naked mushroom hunting excursions with him.

“Felix. John. Good to see you again." He greets them right at the commissary tent entrance.

“Hey Quin." They greet in unison.

“So what delights you got for me this morning?" He asks while taking a bag from John.

Both stand and watch, as the chef deftly unlaces the bag and shoves his face into it and then quickly pulls it back out, with the expression he just had a very long satisfying piss.

“These are exquisite. You two must have gone pretty far into the woods this time, to retrieve mushrooms this exotic. Thank you so much boys. Name you price when you get back." He compliments and shakes both their hands vigorously, before disappearing into the tent.

“I'm already getting ideas brother." Felix teases quietly to John.

“I'm sure you are." Came the reply, as they walked into their private tent next door.

Both sit down on the sleeping cots, placed along the opposite canvas wall and begin going through their back packs, to make sure everything they need is in them.

E P I L O G U E

The Nomad brothers had always prided themselves on being prepared men and ready for just about everything. While most Rangers would likely find it tedious to be as thorough as they were with their packing, John and Felix didn't mind it at all. It gave them a chance to catch up on local gossip. Sometimes to reflect on past experiences. Both found themselves to be in the mood of discussing their initial encounter with Quin again. The conversation eventually getting the attention of the featured man himself, while he was passing by the tent entrance. Both were delighted to welcome him inside for a shared pot of morning coffee. The man proved to be a good conversationalist and often found himself joining in with the nomad brothers, during their morning preparation ritual. Sometimes they had some fun as well and made sure each other's balls got thoroughly drained. This morning was just simple conversation and Quin soon had to excuse himself, to check up on the slow boiling mushrooms. Either way, the man always left the tent perky and ready to take on the day as base camp chef.