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RETURN OF THE LABYRINTH: REFLECTION AND BONDING

Bruce and Trent left the room completely dark and gazed out the large window at the stars, while sitting on the floor and leaning against the large table behind them. They were in their shorter more anthro form, with their human structured legs sticking out in front of them. Jason and James were sitting in their laps, fully impaled on the pulsing knotted canine cock inside their round bellies. Neither guardsmen consciously cared about anything happening beyond the flesh inside them and the syrup it was dumping into their bodies, as it traveled everywhere it could and then out their hard throbbing cocks hidden by their bellies. Some was also traveling up their throats and rippling out their slack open mouths. The men's arms remained limp at their sides, with dedicated large wolf hands keeping their bellies cradled in their tender grip. Both wolves closed their eyes for a moment and savored the sound of glorious hedonistic bonding between man and beast erupting throughout the domicile. They opened them, then looked at each other and grinned at the reality of the exact same thing happening in the other three domiciles right now. Bruce and Trent then looked back out the window and sighed.

Amid occasional gurgling and moaning in the dark, two men could barely be heard whispering.

“Oh fuck. Fuck that feels amazing."

“This position works good for you?"

“Yeah. Works real good."

“Not filling you too fast?"

“No. It's… just right."

“Good. How is she doing?"

“She already switched to her ass long ago."

“Damn, that looks so hot."

“Wait you can se-… of course you can."

“Are you going to miss that pussy?"

“I'll manage. I love her… or soon to be... him."

“So…"

“So we can just tag team and fuck pussy together."

“Thinking like a changed man already."

“Yeah. I'm changed alright."

“You going to miss the option of having kids of your own?"

“We can always adopt."

“True. The Sentinels are creating a lot of orphans lately."

“Her pussy was almost too tight this time."

“I noticed and was patient with you two."

“Thanks, I appreciate that. Didn't want to hurt her."

“You got in far enough, for me to use you properly."

“Yeah. That was pretty mind blowing itself."

“Told you so."

“So you will also be the horse I am riding on the expedition?"

“All the expedition horses will be Herd members in disguise."

“Ah. I wasn't too much of an ass at the start… was I?"

“No more than other straight men in your position."

“It was just so much to handle and I was so torn."

“Totally get it man. I was just like you before the Herd."

“Really?"

“Really, Cid."

The generations long tradition of maintaining a high level of lifestyle segregation, between the women of the Sanctuary and the men of the domiciles, proved to be legitimately essential, as the morning sky began to change and the stars disappear. Men were never allowed inside the walls of the Sanctuary and thus the same boundary was respected by the women, when it came to the domiciles and The Grove. As each man began to wake up, some still human and others changed into beasts, they began the process of socializing and prioritizing how to conduct their recently altered personal lives in the Citadel. The guardsmen that had approaching shifts, made extra effort to get cleaned up and ready to present the public image of nothing changed about them. The guardsmen of the other shifts, remained where they were and sought out new sex partners for one more breeding session. Eventually they got themselves cleaned up and saw to their other needs and got food in their bellies.

Magistrates and acolytes began the process of cleaning up their part of the domicile network. Those that had already been changed into Minotaur, began planning and coordinating how to properly handle the situation of your average curious male student. They knew simply hiding things never worked and had to come up with a creative solution to keep outside knowledge of their shared changed existence from unwanted ears. In regards to the final version of the plan, the acolytes volunteered themselves as age adjacent ambassadors to the older male students taking the classes taught by the magistrates. Together, Magistrate and Acolyte should be able to effectively preserve the safety of those changed in their part of the Citadel. The scheduling of the classes taught by the Magistrates would prove flexible enough to facilitate the continued flow and sharing of the syrup throughout their two domiciles for the remainder of the day. Creation of more butt plugs became a brief big priority.

Morning routine and life amid the two marketplaces proceeded uninterrupted, as the usual mix of vendors opened their merchandise stalls and businesses. Guardsmen carried on with the routine checklist, while also being on watch for select vendors whom were now part of their shared new lifestyle. No secret secondary checklist was required to carry out the same function their own enhanced sense of smell couldn't perform more efficiently, as human and beast alike proceeded through the guarded entrances in proper orderly fashion.

“Next." Announced an appointed brown haired guardsman loudly far beyond the West Defense Wall near the outer gardens.

He was standing with his partner right at the edge of the invisible Sentinel killing termination barrier and was maintaining his line of incoming market traffic, in tandem with the second line on the other side of the wide road. A large single horse drawn cart then pulled up, signaling it's approach with mild rattling of many loaded jars, that he recognized as a welcome regular Harvest Season vendor.

“Hello again Mr. Mansfield." He greeted the older looking stocky man, sitting in the middle of the front bench for the covered canopy wagon.

“Good morning, Sam." The older man greeted back and pulled back his hood, to reveal a head full of red curly hair and full beard.

“Sounds like you have a full cart this morning. Hope your son tagged along to help."

“Actually brought both my boys this time. I could use the extra hands for a record honey crop."

Sam briefly inhaled deeply to get a reading on the cart occupants. All three had the signature.

“Make sure you keep an eye on the young one." The guardsman advises and exchanges a grin with the vendor. “Don't need him spoiling our special harmony here."

“We will be sure and do that." Mr. Mansfield replies and winks at Sam.

The older man then gives his tongue two clicks and the wagon resumes it's slow path forward. Ryan and Thad looked out from between the back privacy canvases and waved at Sam, just as the wagon cleared his post. He waved back and smiled. Both brothers remained where they were and waited for the wagon to finally pass through the second checkpoint. While it was remaining stationary, Ryan looked over to the nearby domicile and noticed a large party gathering and packing some wagons. There were quite a few guardsmen in uniform helping out some magistrates and acolytes. There was also the odd presence of five black robed figures with veiled faces. Thad then noticed the gathering.

“You see those guys in the black robes Ryan?" The younger red curly haired sibling asked.

“Yeah. I think they are actually women. They are like the ones in charge here."

“You mean The Council?"

“That would be them."

“We just learned about them in school yesterday. One of the girls idolizes them for some weird reason. It's pretty creepy if you ask me."

“They can be creepy. I wonder what is so important over there, to bring them out?"

“I really have no idea and actually don't care. Hey, I think one of them magistrates just waved your way and tapped his nose."

“Saw it. Did some honey negotiations with him a couple days ago. He was interested in the barrels we keep in the back of the booth."

“Shame he is leaving today. He will really like the fresh shipment we have to sell now."

“Something tells me, he will be sure to not miss out on it."

Both brothers then duck back into the wagon and quickly move to the front, behind their father for official visual identification by the next checkpoint guardsman. They noticed him take a quick deep breath and then looked them over closely, before looking back down at a large clipboard. It had a detailed map of the marketplace area and it showed that the day would likely be a busy one. He then looked back up and cleared them to move onto their designated vendor stall. Just as the wagon began to move and turn away from the direction of the domicile, Ryan moved to the back again and watched the curious gathering. The older magistrate caught his eye again and was looking right at him from beyond some loaded crates. The young man watched as the older man gestured his way with a slow lick of his lips and a wink, before looking down and nodding his head in response to a guardsman looking up at him. Considering the recent changes being made at village Chaney, Ryan wondered if the magistrate knew a lot more than what he revealed a couple days ago while masquerading as a simple citizen.

“Alright boys. Time to put them eager muscles to use and get the cart unloaded." His dad announced from the wagon front, as it lurched to a stop.

Ryan and Thad pulled the pens and eased the vertical swinging back gate down, before hopping out and started receiving the packed crates from their dad. By the time they had finished getting the wagon emptied and the last barrel put in the back storage area, they received a visit from Tony. The older brother paused right at the parting canvas entry to the storage space and put his arm out gently to halt his brother, then motioned for him to stay quiet.

“Hey boys, you give a gentleman out here a hand with his purchase of two barrels, while I take the wagon to the stables?" Mr. Mansfield requested before shaking Tony's hand.

“Sure dad. Just send him on back." Ryan announced back and then had his brother go on out to the booth front from inside, to look out for any potential customers.

“Leave a gap for me to casually peak through. I want to see how big his cock is." Thad teased, before ducking a hand swipe from his older brother and parting through the partition canvas.

Ryan made sure to mess with it and allow sufficient gap for one to adequately see out… or inside, if you were as close as Thad. The side canvas then parted and Tony walked inside.

“Hello again young man." Tony greeted and grinned. “I want to initially apologize and explain about what happened a couple days ago. My companion and I were on an information gathering assignment. We were looking into the Minotaur related gossip that was becoming very popular and figuring out how the story was getting spread so quickly. After all, not all men that live within the citadel and have sufficient access to the private social areas, where the gossip actually started."

“I probably should apologize a little myself, for possibly being a little more forward than what was needed for the moment. Was what I gave you useful?"

“It actually proved quite useful. The other people working with me on the information gathering project very much appreciated the honesty of every man that contributed to the effort itself. That is why I am here now. To repay your own personal contribution."

With those words, Tony turned away and slowly pulled his robe up over his head, before depositing it on the nearby table and then turning back around. His cock was already completely hard and begun to throb, as it started dripping syrup. Ryan was now completely familiar with what was coming out of Tony's cock and licked his lips, while absentmindedly rubbing his own growing erection through his trousers. The werewolf spotted Thad looking in from outside and doing the same thing, but gave the younger sibling no recognition. He knew there was time this morning to have fun with both of them. He then walked forward and immediately reached out to cradle Ryan's face and give him a short passionate kiss, before whispering into the man's ear.

“Your brother can join us. Now loose your pants." Tony requested, before stepping back.

Ryan's mind was already fogging over, after inhaling the scent of the dripping syrup, as he immediately dropped his trousers and slipped them off over his boots. Tony reached out with his hands, as a gesture to catch them and laid them on the table over his robe. The older brother then stepped back and reached through the partition canvas, where he knew the horny younger sibling would be standing. His hand was quickly guided to the outline of his brother's hard cock in the trousers. Ryan gave it a sensual squeeze and then tugged on the trousers, as a signal for his brother to come inside.

“Go ahead and take them off." He whispered into Thad's ear, as the sibling stepped through.

The younger brother quickly lost his trousers and then tossed them over to the waiting wolf.

“His cock is dripping that same stuff the Minotaur filled us with last night." Thad observed and whispered back to his brother.

“I noticed. That is why you are in here now. That and he wanted you in here."

“Is he a Minotaur too?"

“More like a wolf." Tony corrected, after finally turning back around. “Would you like to see? There should be enough room in here. That is if you get under me."

Tony saw both of the sibling's cock's throb and slap their exposed bellies in the dim lighting.

“Have you seen one change in front of you before?" He asked.

“Not a wolf…" Thad started.

“...but we got to see the Minotaur change.." Ryan continued.

“...before he fucked our dad in front of us." Thad finished.

“Good then. Clearly it is not as scary and painful looking as those campfire stories."

Both siblings shook their heads in agreement and blushed, before snickering.

“Ever played around with a canine beast before?" He asked, while moving the table to the side.

“Neither one of us. Our dad knew of another man in our village, that had a couple sons, that we suspected did that with their huge dogs." Ryan replied.

“Him and dad were pretty close friends and… pretty sure dad had some of that fun too."

“Not surprised. I'll bet he will absolutely love what I have to offer then."

With those words, Ryan and Thad saw the basic outline of Tony began to change in the dim lighting. His own physical change didn't vary that much from the black Minotaur that fucked all three of them, but were very enthralled with how quickly the new fur grew into place and covered the werewolf's whole body. They were also impressed with the level of control used by Tony, as he used his arms and legs to keep his new huge form hovering over them through the final stages of the change itself. This brought his sheathed cock close to their heads, as the tip of the canine cock began emerging from the sheath. Both dared to reach out with a hand and caught some of the syrup that began dripping from the pointed tip and hungrily licked every drop off the skin. A huge gray muzzle then nudged in between them and spoke softly.

“Why not taste it from the source?" He encouraged them.

Ryan went first and softly gripped the part still covered with the sheath, before putting his lips over the dripping tip and began nursing the same way the black Minotaur taught him and his brother. Tony moaned with satisfaction, as he allowed the syrup flow to become a slow trickle. He then sniffed the air and smelled nothing else but syrup. The siblings were already syrup producers themselves.

“Don't forget to share." The werewolf reminds Ryan.

The older sibling reaches out to his brother and pulls him in, with an arm over his shoulders. He then quickly pulls off and shoves his brother's parting lips right onto the dripping tip. He then turns around and is immediately greeted with a full face cleaning by Tony's massive tongue. Ryan opens his mouth and let's the tongue push in a little, as the wolf carefully pushes in to taste the syrup inside.

“Now let me have a taste." Tony suggests and angles his muzzle downward towards the man's own dripping cock.

Ryan's immediate reaction, to having the top side of the wolf tongue rub across the top of his cock head, motivated him to grab onto the muzzle and bury himself completely inside it. He closes his eyes and gasped as he let his own syrup load gush on out of him. Thad decided to stop nursing and see what was happening. The younger sibling turned around and stepped right up to his brother, before hugging him from behind and shoving his own dripping cock right between the ass cheeks.

“Go ahead and keep cumming." he whispered into Ryan's ear.

Thad then hugged his brother tighter, as he slid on inside his brother and began releasing his syrup load into him. Ryan reached back and grabbed his brother's head, before turning his own and then guiding their lips together for a deep passionate kiss. They moaned into each other's mouth, as Thad let go and began gushing into his bother. Tony remained in place and kept slowly gliding his tongue across the gushing flesh, as his muzzle filled up with the sweet gift. He then ended the moment by releasing the cock and licking his lips with a wet smack. This got the siblings attention and saved them from completely submerging their minds in the syrup infused lust building between them. Ryan broke the kiss and reigned in his control. Thad quickly followed, as he slid his cock out of his brother's ass and then dropped to his knees to clean him up. Both then stepped aside and gave Tony space to revert back to human form.

“That was great." Ryan observed while grabbing both pairs of trousers from the table.

“Yeah. Can't wait to see what all of it tastes like." Thad adds, while receiving his trousers.

“Not to mention how it would feel inside you." Ryan finishes, while pulling his own on.

“I can assure you it feels quite a bit different than a Minotaur cock." Tony informs them, while sliding his robe on over his head. “My cock actually throbs harder and fills you with it's presence first, then you get filled with the syrup."

“Whoa." Was the unanimous response from the siblings.

“Can you fuck with your cock, like the Minotaur did with us?" Thad asks.

“If my knot isn't already inside you… yes. Otherwise, it is just you and me sitting there, as the knot itself constantly throbs against your prostate."

“Damn, that must be why dad's friend must like his dogs so much." Ryan quips.

Thad gives him a light punch in the shoulder and snickers.

“Pretty sure we can count dad in as well Ryan." He teases.

“Yeah. That would not be a surprise." Ryan admits.

“Okay then. I'm certainly capable enough to wheel one barrel on a dolly by myself. How about Ryan gets the second one and follows me to the wagon. Matt there has the money." Tony announces, as he finishes securing the transport strap around a barrel himself.

“Sounds good. Thad can handle watching the booth." Ryan replies and exchanges a nod with his sibling, before retrieving a second dolly to transport the next barrel.

Once it was secured, Thad parted the side canvas for them and watched as both men rolled the barrels away. He then let the canvas flap fall back into place and simply stood there for a moment, thinking about the special transaction that just took place. The younger sibling was thinking he needed to visit a certain school mate and see about getting a knot inside his ass. He then shook his head and moved on out to the booth front. A new customer was already there, browsing the jars of honey on display. He greeted the man and explained the difference between the varieties, while briefly looking up and exchanged a wave from the departing werewolf magistrate.

“Mind if I ask where the special honey is being taken?" Ryan asks.

“We are taking a long trip to another citadel. This honey will serve as a goodwill gift on behalf of the Council and hopefully make our own visit more accepted." Tony replies.

“Do they know about this specific honey?"

“You mean do they know it is syrup infused? Nope."

“That should be an interesting breakfast."

“It will indeed. It is intended as direct gift to the guardsmen."

“Should I even ask…" Ryan starts.

“I don't think you and I need to discuss it further. You already saw how it was used in Chaney by the Minotaur. Something similar is already planned for where we are going."

“Fair enough." The man relents as they both wheel the barrels up to the wagon Tony himself was helping to load earlier.

“Morning young man." Mike greets Ryan. “The expedition team thanks Chaney for this generous contribution." The guardsman winks and takes over pushing the barrel.

“Chaney is happy to help with any goodwill effort between citadels." He returns.

“And that contribution is very much appreciated." The older councilman announces, as she approaches Ryan alongside Matt.

“Honored Councilman. Chaney is grateful to be given such an opportunity, for possible expansion of our customer base." Ryan replies and bows respectfully.

“As the guardsman here has already pointed out, it is a multi purpose opportunity to not be missed. I am inclined to agree. Now, if there is no other matters that require my attention guardsman, I will now bid you and the expedition team safe journeys."

Both her and Matt face each other and bow, before she turns and departs for the direction of the Sanctuary Garden entrance. When Matt tuns back around, he notices Ryan is still standing there.

“Ah. The money." Matt reaches into a concealed compartment and pulls out a small leather pouch filled with coin.

“Thank you, guardsmen." Ryan compliments with a smile, just as the two empty dollies are returned to him my Mike. He then steers one to be in front and pulls the other behind him, while briskly walking away back to the booth.

“Tony is pretty sure Chaney is now successfully infiltrated as well." Mike comments.

“How would he have got that information so soon?" Matt asks and looks right at Mike.

“He received the information from that young man, while completing the more discreet part of the transaction inside the vendor stall." Mike replies without even looking away from the parting man.

Matt then looks towards the young man himself and makes an obvious observation.

“That explains why I smelled the syrup signature on him then."

“I didn't smell any syrup on him. How could you…" Mike starts and then stops himself.

He then turns to look at Matt and gets a quick sideways glance and smirk.

“Nathan and I got a surprise visit last night from Shamus himself. We are Brothers now."

“Well then." Mike then turns back. “Looks like we all had a life changing experience last night." He comments, as they both watch Ryan disappear into the emerging marketplace crowd.

“No questions about what it was like?" Matt provokes.

“About being filled full of syrup and then temporarily transformed into a huge werewolf's throbbing cock? Possibly even getting used like a cock during that time? Lot's of questions. But I leave it up to you, to decide what is comfortable for you to talk about and not feel weird about it."

“It was… amazing."

“Anything in particular?"

“All of it. Feeling the syrup surge through my body that hard. The indescribable closeness I felt to that werewolf. Watching my own brother get filled and changed the same way with another werewolf. The feel of everything around me, from such a basic simple perspective. All of it."

Matt looked down at his feet and exhaled. He then smiled at Mike, who returned the smile and Gave him a pat on the shoulder. Both then turned around, just as Cid and Justin approached them. Unlike Matt and the rest of the guardsmen, Cid was wearing his usual black civilian clothes.

“Wagons are all packed and cargo secured Matt." Justin then motions with his hand towards the three wagons, with the side canvases of their canopies being dropped and secured into place.

“Very good. Get everyone ready for departure." Matt requests.

“Will do."

Mike walks away with Justin, just as two civilians arrive on white horses. They remain mounted and greet both Matt and Cid.

“Morning Matt." Mary greets in a noticeably more masculine tone.

“Morning… Mar-… Martin." He returns the greeting, after catching himself.

“She… he picked the name." Cid whispered to him, then sighed when Matt looked at him suspiciously. “Okay. Fine. I picked it. Judith definitely picked her new name though. Judice."

“Seriously. That close."

Cid just shrugs.

“So what is the plan for this operation?" Matt then asks Judice.

“We thought that we all could initially ride together and then split up, once we are far enough outside the citadel. Your caravan can take it's planned detour and set things up from your end, while us three ride ahead on the main road to the next citadel."

“By the time you are finished with your wilderness excursion and arrive one day behind us, it gives word of your arrival time to circulate through the gossip network." Martin added and grinned.

Matt returned the grin.

“How are you two handling riding a horse with the extra cargo in front now?" Matt asks after stepping up to one of them closer.

“It's definitely different, but somehow easier than getting used to trousers putting pressure on something that wasn't there before." Martin comments.

“That could change once our balls begin to drop though." Judice quips and triggers a shared snicker among the four of them.

“Well I am just glad that my good friend here is handling it just as well as you two are." Matt comments and gives Cid a solid pat on his shoulder, while exchanging a smile with the man.

“I even impressed myself." Cid adds.

“Alright then brother. Let's finally get on our horses and start this new adventure."

Matt and Cid then walk directly behind Martin and Judice, then mount their own white horses.

“Say Matt." Cid prompts his friend.

“Hmm?" Matt lends his attention, while doing a quick visual survey of the caravan and checking with everyone via conforming head nods.

“Have you noticed that all the horses being used are white stallions?"

“Yes I have. It was the councilman's idea for us to make a really good first impression, by riding something that visually communicates innocence and purity. Something the destination citadel prides itself on preserving the best."

“You have got to be kidding me."

“Afraid not friend." Matt returns, after looking back at Cid.

“Does she even know…" The man starts to ask.

“No. The Herd's own contribution to this trip was cleverly hidden under the guise of Cranston donating use of these… special… homing horses."

Cid chokes down a laugh, while the four immediate stallions bob their heads and whicker.

Matt just shrugs and then looks back at the caravan, before signaling for everyone to follow

“Don said the councilman in no way gave away she suspected anything through her scent patterns and actually found the offer itself flattering." Matt added after getting confirmation waves.

Martin and Judice spot the signal and immediately move forward, with Matt and Cid right behind them. Lance and Mason were next, with their dual horse drawn wagon, followed by James and Jake. Stan and Luke were in the next wagon, with Jack and Terry behind them. Tony and Jacob brought up the end of the caravan. Bruce, Trent, Mike and Justin taking up the rear lookout position. Once the entire caravan itself cleared the invisible termination barrier of the Sentinel killing energy field, Cid decided he had more questions about the obvious abrupt change to the original excursion plan.

“So what is with the rest of you being back in guardsman uniforms for this trip? I thought there was threat of it drawing unwanted attention?"

“The councilman was pressured by her sisters to make the change, due to recent circulated news of increased guardsman traffic along the main road. There was concern about her previous idea under representing our citadel, on this officially sanctioned excursion, in the face of other guardsman that very likely will be traveling to and from the other citadel on the road."

“In other words. Politics, politics politics." Judice piped up and added.

“Certainly sounds exactly like that." Cid comments. “What is the real reason for changing all the horses to match my stallion under me?"

“The Herd has human allies at the next citadel." The stallion under him finally responded.

The retired guardsman then did a quick look back at the entire caravan, as the reality of the white stallion presence finally became clear to him. He then looked back at Matt and huffed.

“Every one of them are Herd members." Cid uttered under his breath.

“Every single one." His stallion responded back and bobbed his head.

“How are you handling your new stockier body Mason?" Lance asked the acolyte.

“It honestly feels like I am still too heavy, but that feeling quickly disappears the moment my more powerful legs begin moving me around. I think the belly part has been the biggest adjustment. I gave up trying to suck it back in an hour ago."

Both exchange a chuckle.

“How do you feel about leaving your old life behind?"

“The best friends I ever had are right here with us. I'm sure we will see them soon after they finish their business at the next citadel. You will be going with me to live the same life in the Labyrinth. Plus two of the new friends are also coming along themselves."

“You mean Jack and Terry."

“Yes. Jack and Terry. What about you?"

“Aside from certain students I cared about, I'm not really leaving anyone behind either."

“So I get you all to myself then?" Mason teases.

“Whenever I am not strung up in that tree with a Minotaur inside me, like we saw in the video, or doing whatever a Pilot does for the Labyrinth… then I am all for you Mason."

Both of them exchange a quick affectionate kiss.

“Kissing is now a little different too. We are not breathing anymore." Mason observes.

“Yeah. Still getting used to that and presence of the syrup in our lungs."

“So I am not the only one that initially had the impulse to have a big coughing fit?"

“Nope. I even waited to see if it would actually happen and nothing happened."

“So if the lungs are not moving air anymore, how are we talking?"

“Hopefully that sexy brown bull beast that fucked me the first time, will have the answer."

“So he is likely the Tomba, Mark was speaking of back in the citadel?"

“The exact phrasing would definitely suggest that."

“Looking forward to finally seeing what his bovine spear feels like inside me."

“Looking forward to watching him turn you into a plump syrup balloon."

Both men allowed themselves a moment of light laughter.

Once both guardsmen were far enough beyond the citadel, James felt comfortable enough to ask about the riding horses, that made the caravan easy to spot from a distance.

“Say Jason. You think that maybe Matt and Cid might be keeping something to themselves?"

“About what specifically."

“Like the horses. Don't you think it would maybe have been a smarter choice to go with our usual dark colored horses?"

“Maybe it has to do with what the councilman told us about proper citadel representation."

“Sure. I can get there with that. But I don't see any councilmen with us on this trip."

“Maybe things will get explained, after the planned splitting of the caravan and meeting up with Labyrinth representatives at our first rest stop."

“So you are thinking the selection of white horses was a decision initially made outside of council authority, but made to look like it was their decision after all."

“Yes. Something like that."

“I remember her referring to these new horses as special homing horses. I personally never heard of such a thing."

“Hmm. Maybe that is part of the cover as well. They did come from Cranston."

“Oh yeah. The village where a man gets plowed by the horse, after it plows the fields."

Both guardsmen snicker and quickly fall silent when their horses whicker in direct response. They look at each other with an initial expression of confusion, that rapidly transforms into recognition.

“So these horses are maybe special in that they think more like humans?" James whispers and points at the head of his stallion.

“Not just think… but move." Jason whispers back as a hint.

James sits for a while and thinks, then his eyes got big. Jason simply smirks back at him.

“So this is… what? A disguise?." James gestures towards his stallion with an open hand.

“Consider everything we have discovered and witnessed, then later experienced ourselves, as things progressed within the proximity of our citadel. You honestly think those things are not planned to happen somewhere else? Remember how those two really old stallions explained how they initially established their presence? Perhaps where we are going is the next planned infiltration and liberation target area."

“You make it sound like we are now criminal accomplices."

“Pretty sure we were already there, the moment we stripped naked and let our dad's fuck us back in that barn at Chaney."

The two white stallions whickered and bobbed their heads.

“Fuck me." James silently mouthed at Jason.

“They likely will." Jason mouthed back in response and grinned.

James looked forward, then put a hand to his stomach and exhaled.

Stan and Luke were engaged in a rather exhaustive conversation about the Herd in general and got occasional simplified worded responses, that were quiet enough for only Stan to hear. The existence of the white stallions was considered nothing all that significant, beyond them just being another color. Now everyone on board with the research project knew their purpose and how critical it was to establishing werehorse presence within human society once more. The conversation then ventured into more personal territory.

“I'm hoping you becoming a Herd member doesn't change our planned career." Stan inquires.

“It will just add extra perks to it. Just like you becoming a Brother added perks to your own."

“Did Seth tell you two when the change would be made official?"

“At the arranged rest stop point, after we detour off into the Wilderness."

“Mind if Tony and I get involved and make it rather special for you two then?"

“Not at all. What did you have in mind?" Luke asked.

“I have seen two Herd members fuck each other before. They get pretty damn passionate and delight in burying all of their horse meat inside each other." Stan leaned over to Luke's ear. “I want to see a stallion bury you completely inside another stallion." He whispered and gave the acolyte a lick on the cheek, before straightening back up and grinning.

“Fuck. I didn't even think about that being an option." Luke said under his breath.

“Well why not? Cocks are meant for fucking and…"

“...yeah, yeah… and me being changed into a stallion's cock is opportunity to get used like a cock." Luke interrupts and finishes for him.

“I wonder which one of these two studs will get the privilege of being stuffed by you."

“Good question. The two in front of us are only two of eighteen in this caravan. Three of them will be departing soon, as Cid and his group ride ahead to the next citadel, but that still leaves fifteen of them left. It could be anyone of them."

“True. Didn't really think about that."

“Something tells me we are in for an interesting night, come time to stop and rest."

“Luke, you and I are definitely in agreement on that."

Both looked at each other and chuckled, before looking forward up the caravan line.

Terry had just looked over to Jack and spied the guardsman doing something odd with the front of his uniform.

“Hey Jack. What are you doing?"

“Hmm?" The guardsman looked up at Terry, after watching his hand push his uniform in at the belly further than was possible in the past. “I'm still not quite used to having a bigger and softer belly now. I'm just sitting here and passing the time, by seeing just how much softness is actually down there." He admits and shrugs.

“Riding a horse, with a little added size to my front cargo, is a little distracting for me. But you don't see me persistently poking around at my crotch." Terry challenges.

“Now that we are outside the citadel, feel free to do so. The only ones that will see you is our mates on this team and the animals. Pretty sure neither one would care all that much."

“Thanks, but I think all my planned poking can wait until we stop and rest later tonight."

“Considering how many stallions are among us in this caravan, there will definitely be plenty of poking." Tony chimes in from behind the guardsmen.

Jack and Terry quickly turned back, to look at the wolf, just as he looked right at them and tapped a finger just under his ear and grinned. The guardsmen then turned their heads back.

“I certainly am looking forward to doing some serious poking myself. First as a stallion's cock and then using my own horse dick in someone for the first time." Jacob informs Tony.

“So the idea of getting used as a cock isn't bothering you?"

“I look at it as the ultimate plunge inside a man. Ever since finding out how good it feels to bury my cock in an ass again, I had been craving that experience a lot."

“That explains you and Mason fucking so much a couple nights ago."

“Guilty." Jacob admits with a grin.

“So how much more do you think the Citadel will change, while we are away on this little excursion to finally visit the place in those videos?" Trent asks Bruce.

“It will maybe only change a little more and we really won't notice it right away or it will change a lot and we will be returning to a dramatically changed location, that will no longer be anything resembling a citadel on the inside."

“Hmm, if the latter does happen, it makes me wonder how integration of the complete families will be handled."

“I wondered about that too."

“So what did you think of that new experience last night?" Mike asks Justin.

“That was fucking amazing. I had no idea that a man's body could handle something like that and still…" Justin trials off at a loss for words.

“...function normally afterwards?" Mike offers.

“Yeah. That."

“I think all of us drones experience the same initial transition and ask the same questions."

“So does it like change your digestion and make eating some things no longer possible?"

“Odd question, but no. your guts continue to function the same way. The only real change I noticed, was my body gradually becoming more efficient. That is why you notice I don't have to eat as much food as you do and yet do the same demanding tasks, without loss of energy."

“That is kind of neat."

“I thought so too."

The rest of the journey was spent to further expand the individual discussions among the men in the caravan. There was even occasional cross pollination of topics, as the guardsmen themselves occasionally changed positions and got involved in new discussions with the wagon drivers. By the time the caravan itself arrived at the planned split in the road, Everyone was fully informed about everything that had happened the previous night within the Citadel and also in possession of a few detailed perspectives of the events. Cid decided to lead the conversation, after all the excursion members gathered around him and Matt.

“Okay everyone. Remember to stick to the schedule and arrive no later than a full day at the next citadel. Once you arrive there, remember to keep your behavior restricted to that of a proper citizen. The white stallions are fully in charge of the infiltration process and already know who is and isn't safe to approach, regarding the plan of slowly converting the place. Our role in the process is simply to assist. As for the four gentlemen that will be departing from us to live at their new home, us Privateers wish you safe journeys and free of Sentinel harassment."

Cid, Martin and Judice then shook hands and hugged Lance, Mason, Jack and Terry. The three of them then simply shook hands with the rest, before mounting their horses and departing on down the main road to the next citadel.

“You are letting your eyes linger on them a bit longer than the rest of us." Tony observed of Matt, after going around to the rest of the excursion team members and did a personal status check on each of them.

“This is the first time Cid and I will be away from each other this long. It will feel… empty."

“It's only for a whole day."

“Only a day." Matt huffs. “Right."

The guardsman then turns around and takes his turn addressing everyone.

“Okay everyone. The excursion trip itself doesn't officially start yet. We need to get to the next stopping point. Direction and control will be completely left in the hands of the stallions. They know where to go. I was told by the Herd elders the place itself is intentionally pretty far off the road. Which means it will be very late, by the time we arrive there. Once the stallions take us off the road, many of you will begin to notice someone will be shadowing us in the distance. They are the Minotaur specifically known as the Obsidian Guard and are trained to handle the Sentinels proficiently. Four of you in this group got to witness that to a certain degree not that long ago. The combined team effort of the two parties will leave us in capable hands. All we have to do is simply ride along and enjoy the scenery. Once we have ventured off the road far enough, us guardsman should have sufficient privacy to ditch the uniforms and wear the more comfortable civilian clothes. Once all of us are deep enough into the Wilderness itself, we can do away with all the structured pretense. That means no more riding the stallions and completely do away with wearing the clothes."

“That is until dark. It gets just a little more chilly outside the citadels at night, without the ambient warmth of a citadel to keep it away." Jason decides to add.

Everyone in the group chuckles knowingly.

“If nobody else has anything valuable to contribute at the moment, let's get going while there is still daylight filtering through the forest canopy." Tony announces.

The excursion team members returned to their horses and wagons, then resumed their previous private conversations with each other. The trip along the detour road was not lacking in color, as it yielded an astonishing variety of trees contributing to the brilliant overhead fall tapestry, with many shades of orange and yellow. By the time the sun had risen to hover directly over the trees, the caravan had reached the divergent point. True to Matt's words, the stallions knew exactly where to go and veered right off the road. Although there was no signs of any traveled road, the path chosen was surprisingly smooth and jostled the wagons very little. Everyone then heard a brief shrill whistle and the stallions stopped. Bruce, Trent, Justin and Mike were the first to dismount their horses and survey the path directly behind them. Confident they had penetrated far enough into the wilderness, to not be seen by anyone traveling along the road, they waved in the direction of Matt at the front of caravan line. He nodded in response and signaled for everyone to dismount form the stallions and wagons.

In light of the day warming up quickly, it was decided that the clothes would definitely not be needed for the rest of the trip. Matt decided to wait until last, as he watched everyone else take their turns at disrobing in pairs and stowing the garments in the wagons. He reminded everyone to leave their boots on, for more comfortable long distance walking, before he finally removed his clothes. Once everyone gave the signal they were all set to resume their journey into the Wilderness, Matt and his companion stallion resumed leading the caravan to their new destination. The guardsmen in particular would occasionally look outward from the caravan into the surrounding woods and spot the distinct shape of an Obsidian member in the distance, keeping pace with the caravan. Everyone soon received the subtle hint they were drawing closer to the planned rendezvous point, when it became obvious two of the Minotaur began hanging back at a distance behind the caravan in plain sight. Matt then heard the distinct sound of running water and guessed they were approaching a nearby creek. The tree canopy up ahead soon parted away, to reveal a large clearing next to a rather wide, but shallow creek.

The stallions then stopped and patiently waited, as the men proceeded to remove all the riding and pulling hardware from their bodies. Two more of the escort Minotaur emerged from the background and joined the other two in the task of helping everyone out. The stallions then changed into their bigger freestanding bipedal form. Matt, Bruce, Trent, Stan and Tony then decided to not be left out on the freedom and changed themselves. The five of them then invited the four sentinel encounter survivors to join them by the creek. Four of the stallions invited Luke and Jacob to join them within the nearby treeline, while the present Minotaur had Lance and Mason join them at another spot deeper into the woods. The eleven remaining stallions occupied themselves with each other's quickly hardening cocks and soon became one big white moaning mass of flesh on the ground, as throbbing dripping horse flesh found it's way into warm mouth and ass. They were soon joined by Justin and Mike, whom were eager to feel syrup being pumped through their willing bodies again.

Over by the creek, the four guardsmen were already engaged with nursing on canine cock and were briefly visited by two of the Minotaur. They got the attention of Jack and Terry, before leading them away to join Lance and Mason in their bovine orgy group. The five werewolves led the remaining two guardsmen over by some tress, then treated them to the pleasure of a deep rimming and kissing that only their tongues could deliver to them. Jason and James moaned into the muzzles, as they felt talented tongues glide over their pulsing holes and then push inside them, to stroke their prostates. The five werewolves made sure to keep themselves in rotation and give each other ample opportunity at both mouth and ass. The two guardsmen were soon invited to straddle and impale themselves on canine flesh, as a second werewolf hugged them from behind and knotted the one they were riding. Matt was soon approached by one of the stallions and invited to a private spot for just the two of them.

The four Minotaur already had the men laying on their backs, on top of two parallel fallen trees with blankets draped over them. Their bovine spears already buried completely inside the moaning men and filling their expanding rounded bellies. The bull beasts would occasionally pull out a little and then push back in across their partner's prostate, insuring the arousal in the men stayed at peak levels. All four of the men themselves were mentally at the point of completely loosing all logical mental structure, as their desire to be filled and used grew stronger. Their cocks had long since begun continuously ejecting syrup in persistent trickles. They knew it wouldn't be long and their bellies would reach maximum capacity, before the syrup began spilling into their stomachs and then crawl up their throats. Before they lost all control of themselves and their minds generated only sex related thoughts, they turned their heads to the side and looked over to the nearby man. Lance and Mason. Jack and Terry. They looked deep into each others eyes and grinned, before they began to loose visual focus. The syrup soon found their mouths, before spilling out over jaws that slackly hung open. Neither one of them cared how long the beautiful black Minotaur wanted to use them. They just wanted to keep feeling the syrup push through them, then out of their cocks and mouths.

What started out as a persistent motion to weave their way through a seething white mass of equine sex and use their mouths on both cock and ass, ended up as them becoming syrup receptacles being passed around among the stallions. Jack and Terry went from thinking men to mindless round bellied fuck toys, as equine cock plugged their used holes and equine mouth milked their continuously cumming cocks. None of the syrup was wasted, as a random stallion's equine mouth was always in contact with their slack open mouths and eagerly lapping it up with talented scooping tongues. What equine cock that wasn't getting used in the men, was plugging another stallion's own mouth or ass. The only sound coming form the huge seething white mass of flowing sex was whickering and the distinct wet sloppy sound of sex itself. The same could be said of an isolated spot nearby in the woods, where Matt remained on paws and hands. Hovering over him was the stallion he rode earlier, whom now had his equine shaft buried completely inside the content whimpering werewolf. The guardsman's belly was already round and being cradled with a hand from the stallion breeding him, as his swollen canine cock throbbed against it and continuously released sex syrup. He then felt it creep up his throat and spill out over his tongue, before falling to the ground in a steady trickle from his slack open muzzle.

Jacob and Luke were finally getting what they wanted, since being so exotically pleasured by the stallion in the research loft. They were fully impaled on horse cock that had gone deeper inside them than they thought possible. The cock itself felt like it was slowly becoming a part of them, as they allowed the rhythm of their bodies to fall in sync with it's throbbing and pulsing. Their bellies felt full and round, with syrup running out of their open mouths in ripples. Had their previous logical thought structure been intact, they would have wondered about a few interesting changes. Neither one could feel their feet touching the ground and the hand cradling their belly felt huge enough to almost encircle them. Their bodies overall felt less solid and actually throbbed in perfect sync with the cock inside them. The noses on their puffy faces no longer functioned or existed, while their eyesight rapidly started to loose definition. Jacob and Luke's minds were so saturated with lust, that they didn't even bother to notice they could no longer hear with ears that also no longer existed. From the perspective of the two stallions watching the transformation progress, they saw two very thick and overly plump equine cocks. There were slow waving plump fleshy stumps, where the arms and legs previously existed on the men's transformed bodies. They had long since lost all of their hair and their eyes were fast becoming simple dimples in the head of a horse cock. Their own shrinking cocks were barely visible now and would soon cease to exist as well.

The men that were previously James and Jason, were now round bellied syrup filled fuck toys. Their limp bodies sat reclined against one werewolf and fully impaled on the canine cock of another one filling them, while their continuously cumming cocks sat sandwiched between their bellies and that of the werewolf under them. The beast himself in the same simple mental state, as the werewolf knotted inside him continues to pump syrup through his body and out of his open slack muzzle.

The surrounding area was soon filled with the persistent subtle distinct organic sound of syrup flowing through bodies and squelching out where it could escape from them. The air itself heavy with the arousal inducing maple scent and insuring everyone under it's influence remains dedicated to the sharing of the sex syrup itself. The remaining Obsidian Guard, that was not participating in the orgies and standing guard against any Sentinel invasion, simply let their partially exposed bovine spears drip under the influence. They adopted a rotation of breaks, that allowed two of them to indulge each other and get their release through simple breeding. By the time the excursion party had finished with the sexual bonding, every Minotaur in the patrol perimeter had a persistently dripping ass coated with sex syrup. Once everyone had recovered, it was noticed that four stallions and two men were still unavailable. Tony already had a suspicion and walked over towards the treeline and into the general area he was certain where Jack and Terry could be found. Stan and Matt were right with him, when the three of them came across the four missing stallions. They noticed two of the stallions were asleep and snoring, while displaying larger than normal limp glistening cocks. The other two were sitting nearby and having a casual conversation.

“Let me guess. Jacob and Luke are temporarily absent, due to being… attached... to their sex partners." He ventured and looked right at the two sitting stallions.

Both of them looked back at him and chuckled, before nodding in response.

“Can't say that I am surprised, when it comes to Luke." Stan admitted.

“Jacob was very attentive with the conversation we had on the wagon. He was all for my idea of being used as a cock to fuck another stallion. Looks like Luke was fine with the idea as well."

Matt and Stan then gave him a pat on the shoulder and turned to rejoin everyone else at the wagons. Tony just sighed and chuckled to himself, before turning around and joining them.

“So do we wait for Jacob and Luke to rejoin the sentient world or carry on with the planning of the citadel infiltration?" Matt asked neither of the other two in particular.

“Considering that the sex syrup also relays memory related information and the plan itself was originally created by the Herd, I'm pretty sure they will be fully informed about it through the stallions that just used them and be ready to follow through with the rest of us." Stan assured him.

“Okay then. Let's get this meeting started." Matt announced loud enough for the others to hear him, as they approached the parked wagons. “Mark. I know you are among the white stallions that came with us. I will let you lead the discussion."

The group of horses that just used Justin and Mike were clustered close together and stopped their private discussion, before shuffling out of the way and letting Mark step forward, with his hands resting on the shoulders of the two men.

“First thing I feel is absolutely necessary to repeat, is this citadel has yet to be touched by Labyrinth presence directly. There are men living there that have already been made into Drones and report back to us when they can get away. The citadel itself is run rather strictly and makes this existence very difficult for them. Most of the citadel citizens pride themselves on adhering to the practiced traditions and do not falter from that pursuit. This means they are quick to report anything odd and out of place within it's walls, as favor to gain leniency for their daily life."

The gathered stallions chuckled.

“Makes you wonder what happens there behind closed doors, when you get horny sexually frustrated men involved." Jason suggests.

“According to the information extracted from the Drones. A lot." Mark returns.

“This also means these select few divergent men are very protective of their personal life and risk nothing towards it getting exposed for the local Council to see." Tony clarifies.

“Exactly. We proceed carefully and work directly with the Drones only. Do not approach the men on your own and begin making inquiries that may be related to what they are hiding."

“According to Shamus, they don't have a central coordinating person and social hub for men at this citadel. Their special social gathering is always changing locations as well." Matt adds.

“What we do know is they keep it's presence restricted to the Core. The places known as the Sanctum and Grove at the other citadel, is utilized as a secondary Council location. It's exact purpose is unknown and kept as a guarded secret among the trusted Sanctuary members. All we know is that it serves to keep the men of the citadel compliant with the Council's social initiative. Do not, under any circumstances, be caught as a man hanging around it's perimeter wall too long. It will be regarded as spying. You will then be arrested by Council Guardsmen patrolling it and escorted inside it's walls to be processed. The men that come back out do not speak of that place for any reason."

“Leave Sanctuary property alone and avoid it if possible. Got it." James confirms.

“Any questions before we proceed with review of the infiltration process itself?" Mark paused and waited for a moment. “Very well. Let's begin."

The rest of the discussion was rather thorough. Many things had to be repeated and reviewed from a different perspective, before making any necessary changes to the plan itself. As the sun began to set, the discussion had ended and every excursion team member had broken away into small social groups. Mark and another stallion had already started a fire and was boiling a generous size pot of oats. The nearby werewolves noticed the scent and had rather critical comments to make about the peculiar modified scent, created by adding a lot of alfalfa. The stallion was quick to defend it's presence and said it was essential for the recently created herd members, when they return back to their sentient existence. Matt and the other werewolves then setup their own independent fire pit and began slow cooking a meat stew in a large pot for themselves. By the time darkness fell upon the area, Jacob and Luke had returned to the wagon area with the other four stallions. The strongly alfalfa scented oatmeal did not phase them at all and actually motivated them to devour the multiple bowls of oatmeal they graciously accepted from Mark. Both of the stallions that changed them was equally hungry and devoured their share of multiple bowls. Jacob was first to speak.

“Oh, sorry if I smell like ass." He apologized, after finishing his fourth bowl. “The moment we smelled the oatmeal, all we could think about was eating."

“It's alright whelp. You can wash off later. Getting your bodies recharged with essential nutrients is more important. No need for silly human vanity around herd members." Mark assured him.

“Yeah. Thank you so much for the delicious oatmeal." Luke spoke up after his third bowl.

“What did you put in this that tastes so good?" Jacob asked.

“Alfalfa and lots of it." Mark answered.

“Alfalfa?" Jacob and Luke echoed, then looked at each other confused.

“I remember turning my nose up at the smell of it getting soaking wet, back at the citadel horse stables as a young boy. In fact you find very few people that will find it's smell remotely appealing. But the horses sure loved it." Luke observes.

“Now you do too… horse." Mark quipped and smirked.

“Makes me wonder what else has now changed about us." Jacob ponders, before starting on his fifth bowl of oatmeal.

Luke only shrugs and begins devouring his fourth bowl. Both had adjusted more to their new life, more than they had realized, when not even bothering to notice they were sitting with their backs against the two stallions that had just changed them. They didn't even look up to the bowls hovering over their heads or the horse heads eating the oatmeal from them. The whole equine themed social environment seemed completely normal to them now. The other two stallions began engaging Mark in conversation about the discussion earlier, while eating their own oatmeal at a slower pace. They were eventually joined by the rest of the stallions, along with four Obsidian Guard Minotaur and the four men they just used as syrup filled fuck toys. Eventually Jason and James joined them and found they also didn't mind the alfalfa scent themselves. Mark noticed this and was curious.

“So you two are not put off by the smell?" He asked both men.

“Before the Minotaur encounter and spending the night at Chaney, we couldn't stand the smell of it. But after that, a few things changed about us." Jason replies, while graciously taking a filled bowl.

“Wonder if maybe we are now changing in some way ourselves and eventually become like our dad's." James comments while receiving his bowl.

“Hmm. It has been known that very receptive breeding partners begin to take on qualities of what they eventually become. Especially if their bodies experience repeated syrup saturation by a particular beast." Mark suggests. “Take these two for example." He then motions behind him, at Justin and Mike. Both of them were already on their third bowl of oatmeal and were obviously not phased by the wet alfalfa scent. “Or even those four over there." Mark then gestured towards Lance, Mason, Jack and Terry. They were sitting next to the Minotaur that just used them and having private conversation with them, while slowly eating their oatmeal.

“Yeah. I see your point." Jason observes, while letting his gaze linger on the black bull beasts.

James gave him a nudge and snickered, when the guardsman glanced at him a little annoyed.

“Maybe later." He hinted and whispered towards Jason.

The guardsman's expression quickly transformed into a grin, before he began eating again.

A solitary brown bull beast stepped out through a barely visible ripple in the air, positioned between to vertical uneven columns. They had the look they were once the same height and supported something made of stone across the top. Generations of weathering had reduced them to their current form and vines had grown up around them, to effectively conceal their presence and purpose. The columns set atop an equally hidden stone base and soon were the only visible things in the dark, as the Minotaur stepped away from them and the rippling disappeared. Tomba proceeded to walk towards the visible orange glow in the distance, that he knew was the location of the excursion team. His eyes then spotted movement among the trees and stopped, as a black bull beast approached him.

“Greetings brother. You arrived on time."

“Any Sentinel trouble?" Tomba inquired.

“None. The only thing to report is the multiple breeding orgies and the current dinner being served. I'll walk with you to the campsite. It's now my turn for a bowl of oatmeal."

“Sounds good brother." The brown bull beast returns and proceeds to walk with him.

The werewolves spot the new Minotaur.

“Wonder if that is the Tomba that Mark was referencing, when looking right at Lance." Tony observed, while watching Lance hop to his feet and hug the brown bull beast enthusiastically. Mason was quick to mimic the action.

“I would take that as a Yes." Stan assures him and gives Tony a nudge, before going back to his meat stew. The other three werewolves chuckle at seeing such a display.

“I think it is safe to say those two have become very comfortable around the bull beasts." Bruce comments, after setting his fourth empty bowl down.

“They both have definitely adjusted to this new reality faster then the rest of us newbies." Trent comments, while spooning his third bowl out of the boiling pot.

“Which means they had to know something from the very beginning." Matt was quick to judge. “One has to wonder how many times that Minotaur had fucked them, before any of us met those two that first gathering day in the research loft."

“Does it matter now?" Tony asks him.

“Nope. Would have made my job back in the citadel a little easier for me though. Fortunately, things didn't get as difficult as I feared."

“Sounds like you never completely trusted the Council." Stan assesses.

“I trusted the old lady. The second oldest one, that was very attentive with hovering around Mason and the viewing machine, came across as… ambitious."

“I can think of other words, used in reference to her especially by the rest of us guardsmen." Bruce was quick to comment.

All five werewolves got a good chuckle out of that observation.

Tomba graciously received his bowl of oatmeal, after getting acquainted with everyone within the large social group gathered around the now-nearly-empty pot. He then had Lance, Mason, Jack and Terry join him off to the side by themselves. The brown bull beast had them begin talking and sharing about their recent breeding experience and specifically the new things that was now on their minds, that was only information they could have received through the sex syrup saturation itself. He remained quiet and ate his oatmeal, while only nodding or shaking his head with questions asked of him. He was pleased with how receptive these four men were of the initial transition itself and found it mildly amusing to hear the younger ones compare adaptation experiences with adjusting to their new bodies. The conversation then naturally drifted towards the sex itself, as well as their upgraded cock and ball sizes, that all serve their new purpose for the Labyrinth. Once Tomba finished his oatmeal and verbally answered the more demanding questions, he had the four men follow him back to the gathered group. He took a moment to talk with Mark privately, while he gave the four men time to properly say goodbye to their friends. He was very pleased to hear how well the conversion of the existing citadel was going and looked forward to when it was finally transformed into a fully functioning Labyrinth outpost for the re-population initiative. Once he was ready to depart for the Labyrinth, the four men had already returned to him and had the look of eagerness in their eyes.

“Alright Pilots. Time to see your new home."

The same black bull beast he met earlier escorted the five of them right back to where they initially met and exchanged a firm arm clasp with Tomba.

“Be Safe. Be Strong. Be Vigilant. Obsidian." The brown bull beast told him, before walking away towards the twin columns.

The walk further into the woods turned darker rapidly and soon not even the distant campfire could be seen. The men made sure to remain close to the Minotaur and mindful of where their bare feet were stepping in the very dim lighting. Lance looks up and notices that the beast's eyes were acquiring a soft green glow to them and guessed that their bovine companion could see well at night.

“Is all of the Labyrinth going to be dark like this, when we get there?" Mason asked.

“Not at all. It has it's own special night time illumination, that makes it easy to navigate it's winding paths throughout the valley." Tomba assured him.

“You have glow crystals there too?" Lance asks.

“The glow crystals used everywhere came from the Labyrinth."

“The Guardian Crystals too?" Jack asked next.

“Even the Guardian Crystals." The bull beast replied after a huff.

“We didn't see that many glow crystals in the videos on the machine." Terry observes.

“That is because they are only needed within the valley villages. The paths themselves are lit with the ambient light form some of the plants and the moss on the rocks." Tomba informs him.

The group soon arrives at the hidden columns and the Minotaur's keen eyesight spots the air in between them begin to ripple in response to his approach. They eventually become more pronounced and finally become slightly visible to the men, as the five of them step onto the rather hidden huge stone platform. Tomba stops and gives the men some assurance.

“This is how Labyrinth citizens get to different places, when we need to travel far and get there quickly. It is completely safe and is like touching warm water, when you pass through the hidden doorway. At the moment you can't see anything but the ripples. Eventually you will see what I do and know that you are at a Labyrinth door."

“So you can actually see it beyond the ripples?" Mason asked.

“Yes Pilot. Let's go meet your new community."

With that, the four men instinctively gripped the Minotaur's wrist with a hand and walked right through the ripple with him. True to his words, they knew they had touched it, the moment they felt the presence of warm water touch and glide past their skin. There was simply no wet residue.

“Whoa." Was Mason's first word, as the view of the woods rapidly faded away and was replaced with a view of a path, that was lined with a variety of plant based bio luminescent shapes of varying sizes and shapes.

Some were recognizable as familiar fluffy blue glowing tufts from marsh grass. Others were less familiar hanging short stems that glowed purple. He recognized the really short grass from the videos, that flanked the paths everywhere they flowed, and saw it now had thousands of tiny glowing white balls on top of it. The nearby rocky wall, that also served as foundation for an overhead elevated path, was lined with moss that glowed green in the dim light. There was also various airborne things in the form of flying insects and clusters of puffy things that obviously came from some nearby plant. The air itself also had a faint dust drifting through it, that seemed to glow different colors in a shimmering pattern. There was an occasional lizard of some type, that would appear and demonstrate glowing spots of it's own. The group then saw small finch type birds perched an a tree branch nearby, that displayed feathers trimmed at the ends with a faint yellow glow. All the men in the group soon noticed the air they had been breathing was infused to make their cocks hard and chuckled to each other, after glancing down to see them bobbing and dripping syrup.

The walk along the winding path continued to yield more variations of already familiar glowing things, before they finally approached a glow crystal mounted on a pole at the height of their heads and saw they were now at the edge of a well lit village. The round dome buildings all varied in size. The smallest were twelve foot wide structures with two entrances and the largest thirty six foot wide structures, that were completely open on the bottom and revealed an underlying triangular support frame. It looked like one could easily walk right through the triangles and not have to bend over to do it. The coloring of the domes matched the dirt of the ground. Illumination inside was provided by a familiar glow crystal light. Most of the domes were empty, leaving only two occupied by standing men. A person could see right away they were likely Labyrinth residents and displayed this through larger than normal cocks and balls of their own. One of the larger domes was occupied by a small group that looked to be Pilots, based on their stocky build and bellies. Two of them split off and walked up to greet the visiting party. They were quite close in appearance and had black hair and full beard. They however had no body hair, just like the rest of the men back in the dome.

“Welcome to the Labyrinth." The obvious older man greeted them.

“Hope your journey here was a safe one." The younger one added.

“These four gentlemen came from a large well guarded excursion party, escorted by both Obsidian and Herd members." Tomba informed the two men.

“Well, your trip was definitely a special one then. The rest of us Pilots and Drones had a little rougher time than you guys." The older man commented. “My name is Richard and this is my son Craig." He introduced.

“My name is Lance." Both older men shook hands. “I honestly never met an older man that had no body hair and yet no red hair either. Not to mention there is nothing around your cock and balls."

Both father and son chuckled.

“We originally had body hair just like you, but quickly lost it within a week." Richard explains. “We are now as smooth as little boys below the jawline."

“It is the result of persistent syrup saturation. Your hair growth slows down drastically too. The short cut hair on our heads and in our beards is the same length as when first coming here a year ago." The son adds and absentmindedly rubs his hands down across his front.

“My friend Jacob wouldn't care for that option. He rather likes his generous body hair." Mason comments and grins.

“Being smooth again actually sounds kind of neat." Jack observes and gets a confirming nod form Terry.

“How about you two show the men around, while I go take care of something." Tomba requests.

Before Lance and Mason could react, he gave them light taps on the head and walked away.

“He will be back." Craig assures them, as he takes Mason by the hand. “Depending on how long you traveled and how much you ate, I'm betting you could use a service pod."

“Service pod?" Jack and Terry asked together.

“It is what we use here in place of the water closets of the citadels and village houses. They line the entire outside of the village beyond the buildings here and can easily be found throughout the Labyrinth when you need to use them."

The four men followed the two pilots past one of the small domes and spotted a row of huge and very fat looking pitcher plants behind it. They all glowed with a soft orange color and were easily tall enough to accommodate a Minotaur.

“Now watch this." Richard informed the visiting group, before he walked up to one and gave the front a long downward stroke.

A three foot wide section then began to peel away and made a sound like something being extracted through a large wet fleshy hole. It looked very thick and curled outward, before assuming the bent structure of a flower petal. The interior was completely empty and had a fuzzy looking round bottom, with three familiar looking thick phallic appendages standing up in the middle. One of them wasn't glowing at all and looked dark. The other two were glowing green and orange. Richard sat down onto the bent over section and then swung his legs around, before putting his feet inside next to the appendages. The round bottom then came alive with life, as the three appendages began slowing extending up and wave a little through the air. He guided the dark one to his ass and groaned with appreciation, as it slowly began sinking into him on it's own. He then guided the green one towards his hardening cock and allowed the thin tendril extending from it to find his piss hole. The tendril slid on into his cock and was quickly followed by the thicker tendril, as it's open end expanded to slip over his cock. The man then guided the remaining orange tendril towards his mouth and breathed on the blunt tip, stimulating it to split open into three sections and extended a familiar looking phallic appendage from inside it. He then opened his mouth and guided it on inside, as the split sections quickly gripped him on the sides of his face and over the nose. Everyone then heard him moan and close his eyes, before completely laying down on the curled plant section. They then watched it raise back up into place and seal the man inside, before hearing a gurgling sound come from the pitcher plant itself.

“We take what we need to live from the plants here and they take what they need to live from us. These service pods are a crucial part of that symbiotic existence here in the Labyrinth." Craig explained to the faces of four men that remained standing, with mouths open in shock.

“So why all the gurgling." Mason finally asked.

“The service pods feed us a special tasty goo substance, that aids the plant in feeding off of what our bodies don't use inside our guts." Craig answers. “It serves to make the extraction process more efficient for the plant. We swallow it, then it grabs whatever is inside us and sends it on through to the anal feeding tube at the other end. Also notice there is no obvious foul smell coming from the one that my dad is in right now. The goo substance has a scent neutralizer in it as well. Anyone else have questions or need to be shown how to properly use the service pods?"

He stood and waited, as the other four men quietly exchanged a few words, then looked at him and shook their heads.

“Great. Bare in mind the pods will let you know when they are done with you, by retracting the tendrils themselves. Then you just patiently wait for the section you are leaning against to curl away and release you."

“Release us?" Lance inquired.

“The moment you lay down on it, you will feel very tiny things move over your skin. They work collectively to grip you, like the feet on geckos, allowing the plant to hold you securely in place while it feeds."

“Ah. Okay."

“Alright then see you guys soon." Craig informs them.

The four visiting men then watch the young man repeat Richard's process and then watch the section slowly raise and straighten back up. They made sure to watch more closely this time and did notice his body remained stuck to it, before the section sealed back in place. Lance then glanced around at the other three, just as they heard gurgling come from the plant and then noticed no one was moving towards a pod.

“Fine. I will go first. You three go ahead and continue with what ever mental debate is rattling around in your heads." Lance commented and chuckled, before stroking a nearby pod.

The glowing section slowly peeled away and then stopped in it's expected outward curled position. Lance then sat down on it and immediately felt what Craig was talking about.

“So…" Jack started.

“...how does it feel?" Terry finished.

“A little odd on most of the skin, but actually a little stimulating on the ball sack."

Lance then swung his legs around and put his feet inside, right where he saw Richard place his feet. The phallic tendrils responded right away, stretching up and around, mildly waving through the air. The man gripped the dark one first and put it at his ass. He could feel that the end of it was already lubricated, as it began pressing forward through his yielding anal entrance. Lance gave an approving groan and gripped the green one next. It reacted to his touch and began extending a very thin waving lubricated tendril out of its small opening, as he slowly guided it towards his hard cock. Once the end of the thin tendril found his piss hole, it slowly began extending and sinking itself inside his cock. He gasped a little at the realization of how good it felt and watched as the rest of bigger tendril followed it's path and then expanded its opening to begin swallowing his cock inside it.

“How did that feel?" Mason asked him.

“Fucking amazing. That other tendril is going really deep and about to go past that second entrance inside me."

With those words, Lanced reached for the orange tendril and guided it towards his mouth. The very end of it appeared to be fuzzy with hair, that likely served some sensitive sensory purpose. When it got close to his mouth, it immediately split three ways and opened up like a flower. A secondary lubed phallic structured tendril began extending from inside it and had a familiar smelling clear goo dripping from it's end. He moved the extending tendril right into his open mouth, as the three split sections stretched a little and then attached to his face. The clear substance began trickling out of the appendage, as he hungrily swallowed it down his throat and then realized he didn't have to think about his gag reflex, as his body had no such reaction. The tendril continued to descend down his throat, as the one slipping over his cock sunk all the way to the base and the one in his ass pushed passed his second entrance. The combined stimulation encouraged him to submit and relax, as the plant began to use him and started releasing the syrup out of the oral tendril in a steady flow. Lance moaned and relaxed against the plant section, then closed his eyes. The three remaining men then watched, as he was slowly lifted and then sealed inside the pod. Their ears were then treated to a familiar gurgling sound, as the plant began working on extracting everything he had in his guts.

“So who wants to go next and let the rest of us watch." Mason asked Jack and Terry.

Once he saw they remained in place and just looked at him in silence, he just shrugged and walked over to the next plant. He repeated the stroking step and then climbed onto the extended gripping section. Neither one of the two men said anything, as they watched him guide each of the attaching tendrils in place and then eventually closed his own eyes, as the plant then closed back up. Once it began emitting gurgling sounds, they finally moved on down to their own pods.

“Just you me now." Jack told Terry, before he stroked the plant.

Terry just stood and watched as his friend went through all the steps and then was sealed up inside the pod himself. He then sighed and touched the pod near him and repeated the steps he seen many times already. The plant then sealed him up inside and began gurgling with it's practiced feeding activity. Eventually the five occupied pods settled into a synchronized gurgling and feeding rhythm.