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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: BROTHER KEEPER

People who live rather eventful and challenging lives, have a singular individual they keep close to themselves, as support for those moments when things prove to be too challenging. These same singular individuals sometimes take on the form of a father or mother figure. Other times it is something more humble like a brother or sister figure. They are people you can count on not failing you in the worst of times and people who understand you better than anyone else. The Rangers especially know this reality very well.

Although the horizon far beyond the edge of Larry's farm had begun to lighten and turn orange, by the time Sam had made it to the break in the treeline and begun walking down the path, The lighting within the woods still made it seem like night time. He kept the thin folded pile of clothes under one arm and his boots firmly gripped in the hand of the opposite arm, while maintaining a decent marching pace towards the base camp. He was being mindful of the disturbed dirt around the barely visible hoof prints and grateful for the absence of the departing night time mountain mist. Judging from the depth of them, he surmised these were made by Duke and Brook earlier. As the lighting level began increasing with the rising sun, he spotted where the path itself expectantly forked ahead of him. The more visible hoof prints diverged to the left, deeper into the woods. His destination resided along the right divergence. The Ranger's keen hearing then picked up on something, out of place with the usual early morning sounds, down the path with the hoof prints. He walked up to the fork and then down the marked path about twenty paces. The closer proximity revealed the faint sound of... loud groaning? There was also the fainter sound of someone else speaking in a... encouraging... manner. Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to walk further down the trail with the hoof prints.

Sam followed it further down a long bend to the right, then noticed tell tale signs of another trail to the left and saw where it merged with the current one he was on. The intersecting point was marked with a pile of modest tan colored clothing. He stopped at the clothing and squatted down to take a closer look. He let go of his boots briefly, to investigate and quickly recognized the style as being a farmer's tunic. Closer examination of the left sleeve revealed the sewn-in characters.

A N C H O R / G E O R G I A

There were two of them in fact... just casually dropped where they were laying off the path. There was nothing else around. His ears then heard that groaning again. It was a little louder and now had a familiar tone and flow to it.

“Sounds like someone is getting their ass plowed." He commented to himself quietly. “Must be two randy farm boys getting a early morning fuck in before work. Don't see anything like a skirt or dress anywhere. Don't smell any perfume either. Just the two boys and their itching cocks. The thing is... these tunics look like they fit actual men, than a mere boys. Wait." Sam did a memory recall of the brief squad conversation, him and Jacob heard through the glass of the tavern window last night.

“So what do you have planned for tonight?"

“Just our usual night time mushroom excursion in the woods. You?"

“We have a outdoor frolic appointment to keep. Good sturdy men too. How about you two?"

There. That was it. He distinctly remembered some of those words coming from Lewis and Trent. Sam inhaled and exhaled slowly, then grabbed his boots and slowly rose back to standing position. He then looked around for the expected sign of a tense faced woman marching along the trail, looking for her tardy horny husband. In this case, it would be two of them. No one but him so far.

“Best get walking and find exactly where those musical sounds of sex are coming from, before some pissed off wife finds them first. It really is a wonder they haven't been discovered yet and then reported to me of course. Lost count of how many times I caught hint of them messing around with married men. Looks like I need to remind the boys about playing around with a woman's breeding property again." He mumbled to himself and began walking further along the hoof print marked trail.

Sam saw the gradual bend end at a fork ahead and noticed the faint signs of tent tarps in the distance, at the end of the left diverging straight path. The right path had the hoof prints and continued along a gradual bend back into the deep woods. He new exactly where he was now and looked down to his right, spotting the concealed tarp of a hiding spot. The Ranger squatted down and laid his stuff by his left foot, before lifting the visible edge and got his suspicions confirmed. The space was already occupied by two familiar Ranger outfits and two pairs of boots. LEWIS and TRENT was sewn into the expected locations over the left utility pocket on the folded shirts. Sam sighed again, then put his uniform and boots right next to them, before laying the tarp back down over them. He did some quick shuffling of the surrounding debris to conceal the location again and then stood back up to survey the opposite side of the path.

“Now where would I conceal myself. My brother and I are horny and need to breed some needy married farmer man ass, while also staying close to base camp. A nice cluster of mature trees. Decently thick brush." Sam whispers and narrates to himself. “There you are."

He briefly spots someone's brown wavy hair, in between a couple tress and beyond a large densely packed cluster of bushes. Sam spots a fairly large oak tree near them and notices some of the bark on it has been scraped off in a familiar curious way. Buck antler scratches. He then looks back at the path and spots a deer trail cutting into the brush and leading towards the tree. That will do nicely. The Ranger then ducks down a little and quietly makes his way along the deer trail. The distinct sounds of sex gain volume and clarity, as he finally gets near the tree. The trunk looks bigger up close and wide enough to conceal nearly two people. Perfect. Sam allows himself to straighten back up and lean his back against the tree, to simply listen.

“There we go. Looking good there. How does that ass taste Trent?"

“It's fucking great man. Don't know what this one uses in the shower, but it sure adds something special that makes me want to rim him all day long." Trent's loud slurping sounds follow.

“"Ah. Ah. Ah. Awwwwwwwwwww!" His sex partner responds.

“Music to my ears. You play that puckered flesh instrument brother. How about you breeding mare? What do you think of my wood working skills? Did I get this tree branch sculpted to just the right shape and size?" Lewis asked his sex partner.

“Fuck me. That thing feels great Lewis. Ah yeah. That's it. Just work it around in there and keep that motion nice and slow." The man replies.

“Hey Trent, you here that? Maybe dildo making is the trade for me after the Rangers."

Both brothers snicker loudly.

“Okay, I got this one worked up enough for his dildo drilling Lewis. Go ahead and hand me that thing and get to breeding that one."

Sam had his eyes closed and visualizing what was happening mere feet away on the other side of the tree. His foot long cock responded quickly to his slow sensual caressing and the sounds. Within a minute, it was already hard and dripping. It demanded attention and he began giving it long slow strokes, that effectively used his leaking precum to make each glide smoother.

“Hmm. I can see the sky through the leaves begin to get more blue now. We better hurry up and not make these fuck toys too late for their work." Lewis observes.

A wet sloppy popping sound is heard.

“Get ready for the real thing. I may not have the length of that pony you told me about. But I can assure you I have the girth. Now how you want it. Slow or fast?" He asks the man.

“T-... Ta-... Take it slow at first. I want my brother and I bred at the same time."

“You hear that? Think you can take this dildo a little faster than your brother?" Trent asks.

“Yeah give it to me. I can take it." The man replies.

“Like stallion-mounting-speed take it?"

“Do it Trent."

“Alright. You're the customer." Another wet sloppy popping sound is heard.

“Holy shit!" The man exclaims.

“You okay there buddy?" Trent asks him.

“I'm." A little gasping. “I'm good." A little heavy breathing.

“Want me to move it around? Or go deeper?"

“A little wiggle won't hurt." Big exhale.

“Wiggle it is, breeding mare. How goes the slow gliding over there Lewis?"

“Going nice and smooth bro. We're both just being in the moment and waiting for you two to catch up. Your playmate really took that initial plunge like a champ." Lewis observes.

“He really did bro. Wonder if he takes pony up the ass, like his brother?"

“Maybe. Maybe a horse even."

“Okay. I'm ready for deeper." Trent's sex partner announces.

“Deeper it is." Trent responds.

“Yup. Definitely a horse. Think I will wiggle around inside this one a little. Sound good to you breeding mare?" Lewis asks the other brother.

“S-... Sure." The man replies.

“Still stuttering huh? Yeah, I know how to work that prostate with my horse dick."

Distinct wet squelching sounds begin to float through the air towards Sam, stimulating his precum production to ramp up. He briefly opens his eyes, to make sure he was not chaffing his cock and notices his entire masturbating hand is coated in precum. There was even a small puddle of it on the dirt below him. What the fuck? He was never able to make that much before. Was this maybe a side effect of the syrup exposure he experienced earlier? Was he actually already changing? Honestly... he was not complaining and simply closed his eyes again, before adding his other hand to the action.

“Okay. I'm ready." Trent's sex partner announces.

That same wet sloppy popping sound is heard.

“Should we keep the pony dildo or toss it?" Trent asks his brother.

“Toss it. Someone else can discover it and draw their own conclusions."

All four men snicker loudly. Sam then hears something crash through the brush near him and opens his eyes, the moment a glistening familiar shaped object lands near his feet. It was the branch Lewis reshaped into that of a pony's hard cock. Some of the branch's original form with tree bark remained and showed signs of it's textured surface being smoothed down by lot's of tight gripping. It was thoroughly coated with a familiar looking salve, used on a stallion's cock. His ears then picked up on the unmistakable squelching sound of a generously lubed ass being fucked, along with plenty of moaning. The Ranger decided to pause his masturbating and very carefully move over and peer around the tree. Although there was still some brush in between him and the four men, the visibility from his new location was good enough to see what was happening.

“Damn. This ass feels great bro."

“Always does. Always does Trent."

All four men were positioned in a way that had them facing away from Sam, yet made it possible to see at least one of them bent over a large fallen tree. Judging from what he could see, both of the farmers were bent over the tree. The twin brothers were in the foreground and appeared to be falling into sync with their slow thrusting. He had to admit that it was a beautiful sight to see.

“I think this ass is as ready as it will ever be."

“Same here bro."

“Let's finally get on with it and show these men what real breeding is."

“Sounds good to me."

One of the brothers paused after pulling out a little and then pushed back in at the same time as his sibling. They both began watching each other's crotch and soon were fucking the farmers in perfect sync. The thrusting then began to slowly pick up pace and it seemed like the twins were beginning to plunge into the men a little harder. One could now hear the wet slapping of flesh.

“Fuck. That cock... is big." One bent over man exclaims in between grunts and pants.

“Are you two... sure you're not... part horse?" The other bent over man asks jokingly.

The twins just chuckled and gave their respective breeding partners slaps on the ass, before adjusting their pace and angle. Both of them then leaned over and rested their torsos on top of the men's backs, for better comfort at the new angle. The intent was to slow down and begin moving at a slower pace, while targeting the pulsing prostates inside the men under them. The grunts turned to moans upon the first slow plunge and rub across that magic spot found inside every man's ass.

“Would you prefer it if we were?" Trent asks before slowly pulling out completely.

“You do know such men exist among the Others. Right?" Lewis then asks and does the same.

“Those are... just stories." One of the men challenges in between moans.

“Maybe." Both twins reply, before slowly plunging back inside the men in perfect sync.

Sam sees the one man moan again and grasp the tree under him firmly, as the green eyed wavy haired twins sink into them all the way to the balls and stop. There was no need to use mirrors and see the look on the faces of the two men. Trent and Lewis knew from past experience their eyes were rolling back into their heads, from the overwhelmingly intense sensation of being fucked so deep. Both were no slouches in cock size and sought after for scratching that special itch of being filled very full of man meat. Their ten inch long cocks, as thick as drinking bottles, kept such men coming back to the twins for more and more. They found the horse association to be rather flattering and a bit of an exaggeration.

“So..." Lewis Started.

“...shall we finish..." Trent continued.

“...and make you cum?" Both finished in unison and waited.

“Yes." Came the rather hushed response from the two breeding partners.

“We didn't..."

“...quite catch that."

The twins jerked their hips back and pulled halfway out quickly, before plunging back in. The two men thought their eyes were going to pop out of their sockets, if they opened them any wider in shock, from the sudden brief thrust.

“I think we accidentally silenced them bro." Lewis quips.

“Yeah, let's give them a few seconds to regain their composure." Trent suggests.

“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. Sam licked his lips, knowing exactly what all four men were feeling right now. He knew what a rare pleasure it was to fuck a man so willing to let his twelve inch cock sink in balls deep and had been fucked by the twin's father Hank. If they were anything like him, the real show was about to begin and would be worth the little detour Sam took this morning.

“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 plunging into them. 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 they seen stallions breed mares many times. They even allowed themselves to mentally get lost in the thought they were stallions and began snorting just like one, 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. Sam felt confident enough to let his masturbating pick up pace and not be heard over the fucking.

“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, as the cocks throbbed hard inside them and finally released the big loads the twins were known for giving their sex partners. The visual and audio combination was simply too much to bear and Sam finally let his own load loose, to splatter across the leaves of the brush in front of him. He struggled to keep his own moans subdued and contained within his closed mouth. He then carefully stepped back around the tree next to him and allowed himself to cool down from his sexual high.

The twins especially loved it when men smaller than them came looking for a good time and could actually handle their full breeding capacity. After a few seconds passed, the twins broke the kiss and slowly lowered the two men back to their feet. They could feel their cocks begin to soften and all four chuckled softly, as they heard the wet slurp of the cocks leaving the sex partners' asses. All four then picked a spot and enjoyed a communal group pissing moment, as they thoroughly soaked a nearby bush. Sam took this opportunity and began releasing his own load of piss into the brush. The four men began looking around themselves and noticed the morning fog beginning to lift and retreat back up the mountainside. A couple of wet farts and the distinct strong smell of cum was noticed. Snickers were passed around and then interrupted by the sound of a fifth person pissing nearby. In fact that person would have been close enough to have seen everything.

“Enjoy the show?" Lewis asked in the direction of the pissing from beyond a nearby tree.

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

The pissing sound stopped and he stepped out from behind the nearby tree. He was completely naked and struck a spread leg stance, with arms crossed over his chest. He simply grinned at the four men and moved his hips, to make his own semi hard cock wave side to side and slap his thighs. Although his cock was rather average in girth, it was an impressive foot long. The two men that had just been fucked licked their lips on reflex. Lewis, Sam and Trent noticed.

“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." Sam signaled Lewis and Trent with a head jerk.

The two shorter men got pats on the shoulder and hugs, before their sex partners departed and followed Sam out of the woods. Sam made sure all three of them stopped by the hiding spot, to retrieve their clothes and boots. The twins continued along the straight path into the base camp and followed Sam, as he guided them behind their tent and up to the back of the one next to it.

“Have you two considered maybe playing around with partners more your age and not those who have their cocks owned by a woman?' Sam asked, before entering his tent.

“Younger guys are fun and they certainly cum more often. But the older guys simply last longer and actually enjoy the fucking more. Especially the ones with wives." Lewis replies.

“We know to be discreet and careful." Trent adds, as Sam begins to dress himself.

“Just wanted to run the usual question or two buy you guys. It's my responsibility to look out for such things and soon will be your responsibility as well." Sam reminds them.

Lewis and Trent begin going through their shared pile of clothes and begin dressing themselves.

“Well. We at least haven't been the reason for a wife or two come stomping into this base camp and demanding to know who is draining their husband of his vitality in bed." Lewis observes vaguely.

“Speaking of draining husbands. Either of you seen Clark yet this morning?" Sam asks.

“I don't think he is with a man this time." Trent answers after getting dressed.

Lewis soon finishes dressing and follows them both out of the tent, across the base camp and towards the departure point at the beginning of the nearby mountain trail.

“I believe him and Matt were making last night a special night just for the two of them and spend it with a group of ladies back in the anchor." Lewis added.

Sam stops abruptly and spins around in the middle of the base camp. His expression serious.

“These women are not married women, are they?" He asks flatly.

“Oh no sir." Both twins answer in unison.

“They are a group of Fun Girls, that are just passing through here." Lewis continues.

“Yeah. We heard Clark telling Mat that was the firm condition." Trent finishes.

“Alright then. You know where to find them?" Sam asks and both nod. “Okay then. Go fetch them and make sure they are not late for the excursion assembly. We have a special guest arriving here this morning and I want us to at least look like we actually have our shit together."

“Sir, yes sir." Both twins reply in unison and quickly depart for the base camp main entrance.

Just as Sam mentally switches to the next item at the forefront of his thoughts, Felix and John appear at the edge of the woods and begin walking towards him, carrying a burlap bag each filled with something. At least they came back fully clothed.

“Felix. John. Mind if I ask what you two have been hunting?" He 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.

Sam then makes his way over to the excursion departure point. His own back pack is waiting there for him and he begins going through it upon arrival, to do one last thorough inventory check. He takes his time and soon realizes how long it has been, when noting that the base camp is now fully bathed in morning light. He then looks in the general direction of the main entrance and spots Jacob arriving with the new guest beside him. He watches the two close the distance to him intently and spots the others filing in behind them along the way. He nods and chuckles with approval, that he didn't have to go retrieve anyone and yank them from whatever preoccupied thing they may have been doing. Hopefully this special excursion proceeds without any Scavenger incidents and everyone gets to return with a solid sense of accomplishment and contribution to what could be a regional historical moment.

He finds his thoughts drifting back to his conversations with Lucius over the last two days and the two rather unique dreams he had. His instincts told him that they were likely coming back to a anchor transformed. Based on what he had seen so far and what was discussed about the planned transformation process, the outward appearance would very likely stay the same. The inside of many public locations would also have to remain the same, if the anchors of the East side are to effectively maintain the existing relationship with the anchors of the West side of the mountains. He did not expect people's personal living space to remain the same and eventually end up as changed as Larry's or Hank's house. Then there was the people themselves. He had a vague idea of what would be awaiting their return, but thought it best to think about this particular thing later. The squad was approaching.

“I think my questions can wait for now." The Scribe replies to Jacob, before stepping aside and squatting down to do his own inventory of the stuff in his back pack.

“So, first impression of the new guy?" Jacob asks Sam.

“He has Felix and John's distinct eyes and yet has no other Nomad features. That is curious." Sam replies dryly, while closing his back pack and then standing up, before putting it on. “So, you mentioned last night he is a Scribe and was sent here via direct orders of the Elders at Anchor Kent?"

“Something like that. He wouldn't say much more about it, while I showed him how to properly pack for these excursions, earlier this morning back at the anchor." Jacob adds.

Sam and the Scribe look directly at each other, before he moves his head in a gesture for the man to join them. He then proceeds to walk in his direction, just as the man gets on his feet.

“Hmm. Showing you this stuff turned out easier than I thought it would be." Sam observes while taking the Scribe through all the packing steps. “The packing efficiency suggests experience."

“My dad was a good teacher and this is my twelfth trip into the wilderness." The Scribe casually comments and smirks at Sam, as he secures the back pack closed with the buckles and straps.

“Your dad give you those same eyes as well?" Sam observes and asks.

“Good guess. My dad was a Nomad. Mom was a Scribe like me." The man replies.

“Heard about people like you. Not all that common. Mainly because the two worlds of Nomad and Anchor are so different. The cultures reflect that in the people like they are mirrors."

“Mom was grateful for the gift of the Scribe taking her places beyond her community. She found Anchor life a little too confining and wanted to see new things for herself. Not just read or hear about them. That is how her and dad met. She was selected by her Anchor Elders to go out and meet with the Nomads. Record everything and bring that information back, to be utilized as a guide for establishing a stronger relationship between Anchor and Nomad people."

“Excuse me. Your mom was Ellie Eldritch?" John asks from behind the Scribe.

“Yes. Ellie was my mom." The man replies. “Why?"

“Felix and I know of your dad. Him and our dad were brothers. Your mom rather impressed our family. So much so that when the Scavenger attack happened, our parents and kin sacrificed themselves as diversion, so your dad and her could escape. We were just babies at the time and only remember growing up at Anchor Georgia with our adoptive parents. Pretty sure you weren't born until after they moved north to Anchor Maryl. Our new parents eventually told us the whole story when Felix and I were older and shown the letters Ellie wrote back to her family." John explains.

“Yeah. Ellie's sister was our adopted mom." Felix adds, as he he steps up beside John.

A moment of silence hangs in the air around the group. Sam notices the moment of revelation has impact on the excursion guest.

“I remember reading about the bad Scavenger attack, from many years ago, in the History Archive at Anchor Kent. It was a really important moment and turning point in relations between Anchor and Nomad people. Mom rarely talked about her time living with Nomads that final year. From what I read in the History Archive, things were getting bad beyond the safety of Anchor living."

“That would be the attack." Felix added.

“The new mutual alliance of protection, that formed between the Others and the rest of us, changed things for the better and so here we are. How about we let the rest of the family reunion wait until after we are on the trail in the mountain mist." Sam chimes in.

Everyone in the group chuckles, while grabbing their packs and form a single file line, before departing from the base camp on the trail ahead.. Sam was at the beginning, with John and Trent behind him. Jacob had the Scribe positioned ahead of Felix, while him and Lewis remained at the back. Clark was then positioned after John and Trent, leaving Matt in the middle right in front of the Scribe himself.

“Well look at me Whitey. I'm the man in the middle, holding it all together." Quips Matt.

“Don't let it go to your head Skin. Nothing there to keep it from escaping." Clark retorts.

“Whitey is just jealous that I look good, because I can tan." Matt whispers over his shoulder.

“Meanwhile, the girls just melt over my perfectly soft white mane on my head." Clark chides.

“I don't know. Some girls like a smooth man."

“Except when it's time to shave again."

“I take that any day, over hair that chews up cutting blades like they are candy."

“Wait... seriously?' The Scribe asks neither one in particular.

“I minor thing to work around when cutting my hair. Not that big of a deal, since it stays perfectly straight. Let's me grow it out more and keep my matching beard. Skin here had to be the different one and be totally smooth. Not even a beard." Clark answers back over his shoulder.

“Different strokes for different folks." Matt teases.

Excursion after excursion after excursion with this same posturing bull shit. Enough already.

“When you two bitter old ladies are done cutting each other down, I like for you to start conserving your air supply for the trail incline up ahead of us." Sam shouts back at the two Rangers.

The rest of the hike up the incline was uneventful and well spent as a moment of information exchange between the Nomad brothers and the twins, to get fully updated on the earlier conversation back at the base camp. Sam spotted the appearance of the wooden support truss structure, up ahead and to to his right, knowing they were finally approaching the open trail entrance to the patrol outpost. Sam was greeted at it by another familiar Ranger.

“Well, morning Sam. Welcome back to the mountains of mystery."

“Morning Max. It's good to be here one more time."

“That's right. You and Jacob are close to service retirement age." Max Observes.

“That we are. This one is special too. Look down the line." The Ranger takes a quick look.

“Holy shit. A Scribe. What the hell are those obsessive Archive Council busy bodies poking their noses around this time?"

“Good question Max. At least this time, it has nothing to do with the Scavengers."

“Good. We really don't want to see another disaster like that any time soon."

“Agreed."

Max glances past Sam, then gives him a tap on the shoulder and points behind him. Sam turns around and spots another Ranger standing by a large hauling wagon filled with supplies. The man silently motions for him to approach. He then gets another tap and turns back to Max.

“Don't forget this." The Ranger holds up a familiar pill.

“Ah yes. Suppressor and listen-to-Clark-bitch-up-a-storm-time."

Both snicker, before Sam takes the pill and takes a drink from the water bottle Max offers next.

“You do me a favor Max. Be sure and shut Matt down quickly this time."

“Will do sir. Now go talk to the post commander."

They exchange nods, before Sam parts for the wagon.

“Yup. Suppressors. Can't have the men being distracted by their hormones and dicks while on duty along the patrol trail." He hears Clark say.

“I still don't see the point..." Sam is soon out of range to hear the rest or even care.

As Sam gets closer to the distant wagon within the dimly lit interior, he chuckles to himself and closes the gap between him and the commander with an extended hand to shake. The commander accepts and completes the Ranger handshake and smiles.

“Good to see again Sam." The blond haired bearded man greets.

“Likewise Don." He returns and glances over the wagon. “So what is with the early supply shipment?" He nods his head towards the wagon.

“We needed the Suppressor supply restocked and the next observation post down the road suffered some bad structural damage. Thus the lumber you see in the wagon as well."

Sam took it on himself to step over to the back and whistled, after seeing the wagon itself nearly filled with the lumber supply.

“Just how much damage are we talking?" He asks Don.

“Some erosion anomaly occurred right under their hiking trail entrance. It caused a minor landslide, that took a good chunk of the structure down the mountainside with it."

“Shit, anyone get hurt or killed?"

“Fortunately, no one was around that section when it happened."

“Good." Sam comments as he steps back in front of Don.

“There are quite a few horse men pitching in to help out with the clean up and will be hanging around for the rebuilding."

“That was generous of them."

“They insisted. Oh, that reminds me." Don fishes a note out of his front shirt pocket and hands it to Sam. “You will want to read that right away... out of sight on the other side of the wagon."

“Who is it from and why the discreetness?"

“Lucius." Don then smiles bigger and displays more developed wolf fangs. “He has some ideas for improving outpost defense operations and make us ready for things mentioned in that letter."

Sam furrowed his brow and walked around to the other side of the wagon, before he opened the twice folded letter and began reading it.

Jim got word to me this morning that the Archive Council is dispatching another Ranger team from the West, a few days from now into the mountains. Their goal is to retrieve the Scribe and bring him directly back to the council. This is new behavior. We have decided to move up the time table on the protection project and will begin changing the Rangers stationed on the East side of the mountains right away. We already have the observation outpost commanders on our side. Now we will have them help us get the rest of the Rangers on board. Jim says this second specially selected Ranger team is somehow supposed to be resistant against the affects of the mist without usage of the Suppressors. This is puzzling and unsettling. Sending in another Ranger team after the Scribe, under these conditions, means the council is planning something. I made sure you and all the observation post commanders got this message, via the supply wagon network right away. The conversion of Don's outpost won't begin until after your team leaves it. We need the Scribe deep in the mountains, before we change him.

Speaking of your team. Get them split up in this manner:

1 - Felix John Scribe

2 - Lewis Trent You

3 - Clark Matt Jacob

I already have people in place, to facilitate the beginning of your conversion. You guys just simply walk on up the mountainside and into your new life. See you soon.

Lucius

Movement then drew Sam's attention away from the letter and he saw the back side of a rather tall and big man, who was standing by the front of the wagon on his side and talking quietly with Don. The dark brown haired man was wearing tan overalls and a brown shirt. His voice seemed familiar. Another older person was standing nearby in the same clothes and talking with two younger identically dressed men. All three of them had light brown hair and beards. The bigger man then stopped talking to Don and turned around to face the Ranger.

“Jeremy?" Sam asked half surprised.

“Hey Sam." Jeremy casually greeted, before he walked passed Don and begun checking the harnesses of the four attached Clydesdales.

Sam moved to follow him and was stopped by a polite grip on his bicep.

“Don't take too long. We have a schedule to keep." Don reminds him.

“You mean the sex schedule?" Sam quips.

“It's still a schedule and part of the plan. All of us play a role. Even these four guys."

“Surely you wouldn't begrudge a man for a little life update on an old friend?"

“Just keep it brief. They need to leave soon. I'm sure you two will meet later and can catch up then." Don assures with a pat on the back and then walks away.

“When did you get the mountain road supply contract?" Sam finally asks Jeremy.

“Oh, a little over a year ago. Actually like this work better. Get to slowly drift around the mountains on a yearly cycle. Run the supplies and see new things. Don't have anybody waiting for me at home. Got good travel companions, that have become like family to me now. Bruce and his boys are solid dependable workers. We make a good team."

Sam spots Bruce and his boys walk right up to the wagon and politely exchanges nods with them, while stepping out of the way. One of the boys quickly jogs around to the other side. Bruce hops up onto the front and begins unfolding a heavy canvas, that both boys then grab a corner of and drag it across the cargo. He briefly watches them efficiently tie it down and resumes the conversation.

“Well damn. Was wondering what you had been up to all this time after Sheila's death."

“Yeah. I kind of needed time to myself and left town to find a new purpose for living."

Jeremy then walks up and gives Sam a quick hug. The Ranger is reminded of his friend's impressive height, when his head makes contact with the man's chest.

“Hey Jeremy. We're all set here." Bruce announces from the wagon's front bench, as his two boys finish hopping in back and set down in a cozy spot on the secured canvas.

“Catch up with you later?" Jeremy asks after breaking the hug.

“I might be busy. It will depend on what Lucius has planned."

Jeremy hoists himself up into the wagon and sets down next to Bruce.

“You know what? That could work too. We are meeting Lucius after dropping off the repair supplies at the next stop. I'm betting we will meet later anyway." The big man adds.

Jeremy looks at Sam and grins, before emitting two clicks from his mouth. The Clydesdales begin to pull the wagon forward, in the direction of Anchor Georgia, away from Sam. Both old friends wave at each other, before the wagon eventually fades into the brighter exterior and rolling mountain mist. The Ranger then spots someone waving and looks to the nearby service chamber entrance. Don was standing just inside the open doors and was motioning for Sam to walk over to him.

“Now what does he want." He asks himself quietly, while walking towards the commander. “I'm not sharing a chamber with you Don. Someone needs to show the Scribe how to properly use these things." Sam announces as he reaches the open entrance and is politely pulled inside.

“It has nothing to do with that. I just wanted to give you some secondary advice. You are aware that the Suppressors have already been switched out for fake ones. Yes?" Sam nods. “Alright. Once your squad begins ascending the mountainside, don't waste any time and keep a steady pace while traveling up it. The mist beyond the patrol boundary has increased influence over your sex drive. That part you already know. What you don't know is that actually increases, the further up you go."

“So eventually we become the statistical example for taking the Suppressors." Sam guesses.

“Pretty much. I wasn't sure how much Lucius had told you abut this. So I added my own input."

“Based on your experience that was acquired a rather obvious way?" Sam quips.

“Please. You make it sound like I took off running up the mountains and into the mist."

“I didn't suggest you did something that ridiculous. I'm simply acknowledging you were likely exposed in much the same way as me."

“Yes. That is an accurate assumption. How many times?"

“How man-... Ah. Two."

“Simple belly bulge session or total system saturation?"

“The wolf pretty much made me a round-bellied-syrup-spurting extension of his cock." Both Rangers chuckled. “If there is nothing else, I really need to get back to my squad."

“I think we pretty much covered everything." Don assures, before they clasped forearms and Sam exited the entrance. He begins walking along the back wall past several service chambers and spots the Scribe standing near one ahead of him. The Ranger whistles and waves at him.

“Come over here. I have something important to show you." Sam announces to the Scribe.

The Scribe walked towards him, by the nearby large wooden frame structure that is the service chamber entrance. Sam opens the wide double doors and motions with his head to follow him. Once they step inside, a soft warm orange glow greets them. Sam closes the doors, while the Scribe proceeds to walk further into the chamber. When he turns back around, the Ranger sees the man simply standing at the edge of the chamber itself and slowly panning his head around.

“This place is the equivalent of water closets in houses and the outhouses at the base camp. In it's own strange way, it is actually better. It's a little contribution from the Others to the collective Scavenger defense effort by both of us."

Sam slips off and sets his back pack down on one of the nearby benches, before lowering down to a knee and begins unlacing his boots. He then rises back up and pulls them off his feet, while balancing on each foot and removes the socks at the same time. Next came his clothes and the man soon had himself completely naked. Once the Scribe finishes his visual survey, he turns back around and gives the approaching naked Ranger a curious look.

“Now how about I help you get out of those clothes and I will show you how this special room works for us." Sam suggests.

“But all I see is where we came in and the walls." The Scribe observes while reluctantly allowing Sam to help him get undressed. Sam takes his back pack and let's him finish undressing before continuing with talk.

“Look up and you will notice something like a upside down dome with six dark intersecting lines running across the surface. It will be green and doesn't glow. Just like the floor. It will split where the lines are and long thick vines will descend. I will show you what to do with them, since they vary in color and thickness." Sam begins to explain.

The Scribe gives acknowledgment in the form of a silent grimace on his face, as he hands Sam the last of his clothes. The Ranger just chuckles and walks back towards the wood benches. After he sets them down next to the Scribe's back pack, he has the man follow him into the chamber itself and continues with the explanation of the servicing process.

“Now do just like me and walk over to the wall, then gently press against it." Sam demonstrates with an outreached hand and the Scribe does exactly the same thing next to him. Sam quickly grabs his hand and encourages him to push into the wall, while he watches.

The wall was actually warm to the touch and pushed in a little under the pressure of the hand. A sloppy wet ripping sound is then heard from behind and above them. Sam gives the Scribe a nudge and then points up towards the green upside down dome. Three vines begin descending from in between the six dome sections, that had peeled aside for their passage. They all glowed dimly like the walls, but varied in color. The red one was the biggest and easily as thick as the Scribe's calves. The yellow one was a little smaller and no thicker than his wrists. The green one was the smallest and only as thick as the open end of a drinking bottle. The Scribe dares to walk closer, with a assuring nod from Sam, to inspect them further. The red and yellow vine had large fat blunt ends, with three dark lines or seems that visibly divided them into three sections. The fat end of the red one was big enough to fit his head inside of it and the slimmer end of the yellow one was the size of a small melon. The end of the green vine was the same as the other two but quite elongated and hardly bulged outward at all.

His ears then pick up on a hissing sound coming from beyond where the vines were connected to the top of the room and took a quick breathe of the very pleasant mild cinnamon scent. Sam spots him slightly loose his balance and grabs the man to steady him on his feet. The Ranger then grabs hold of the Scribe's visibly hard cock with one hand and the yellow vine with the other one, before moving the vine closer to the cock and watches the end split open into the three expected triangular gripping sections. He then guides it over the Scribe's throbbing shaft all the way to the root, before grabbing onto the red vine and directs it towards the man's ass cheeks. The bigger triangular sections of the red one overlap and grip those of the yellow one, as it pulls itself firmly against the ass. The man gasps.

“Easy there. Just breath and relax. This isn't a booty call to take your ass. These things serve to facilitate the essential needs of your body, you normally take care of in a water closet. In a moment you will feel other things move down and wrap across your body. That way I don't have to stand here and keep you steady, as that initial dizziness you are feeling knocks you off your feet." Sam assures.

Smaller vines begin descending and draping themselves across and wrapping around the man's torso, as well as the arms and eventually the legs. Their grip tightens a bit, as they uniformly flex and then pick him up off the floor. Sam takes this cue and steps away, to let the chamber do it's job. The ones around the legs flex a bit more and begin to raise them higher, as the others stop their ascent. He watches the face of the scribe and can tell from his expression, that the anal tendril is beginning to sink deeper inside the man. The green one hovers for a bit in front of the Scribe's face and then its distinctly elongated end splits open into a three point star. The section that was pointing up on it begins emitting a mild hissing sound as more of the cinnamon smell erupts into the air. Pleased that everything is progressing normally, Sam busies himself with the same prepping process with his own three tendrils.

“You will want to open your mouth for this next part. It's better that way." Sam advises and groans with satisfaction, as the yellow one slides over his cock and the red one penetrates his ass.

He then spots the green one hover near his face and split open into the expected three pointed organic star. The Ranger inhales the scented air deeply, as the middle of the three point star then contracts and a appendage that looks curiously like a cock emerges and begins dripping some green substance from the tip. A familiar maple scent escapes into the air and triggers him to begin licking his lips with anticipation, as the vine begins moving towards his face. Sam cranes his neck forward and closes the gap between his lips and the appendage, before sucking it in and begins greedily nursing on the syrup analog substance coming out of it. The three sections then secure themselves to his head, with the top one covering his face and providing fresh cinnamon scented air. The two bottom ones wrap across the lower half of his head and cradles it. The familiar flavor of the green substance stimulates him to suck harder and gulp more of it down his throat. The top section leaves his eyes uncovered and free to blink away the initial dizziness induced by the treated air supply. He feels his insides warm up a bit and then hears his belly begin to gurgle, as another softer gurgling sound comes from behind him.

Sam closes his eyes and allows himself to ponder the possibility that the service chambers could possibly be utilized as part of the conversion initiative, to change the rest of the Rangers at the observation posts. He then feels the familiar sensation of his guts being emptied of everything inside him. Shortly after that, the sensation stops and is replaced with one of movement inside him. It's the presence of the anal tendril doing it's expected soft scrubbing of his intestinal walls. Meanwhile, he finds himself briefly emptying his bladder and the attached vine swiftly siphoning it away from him. Eventually all the gurgling sounds and strange sensations stop, as the vines suspending him in the air begin lowering him back down and the three bigger ones detach and retreat from his body. The Ranger remembers how exhausting the process is for new people and immediately moves to action, once he is completely free of the tendrils. He is right there as the other tendrils begin releasing the Scribe, then helps the man lower to the floor and lean back against him.

“So what did you think of your first experience using our version of the facilities?" Sam asks.

The Scribe pauses a little and continues licking his lips clean of the stuff he drank.

“Well. It is definitely different. I can only imagine how someone like Matt would react his first time. But it's nothing I can't get use to using on site. Anyone ever get sick from drinking the stuff in the green vine?"

“Not that I am aware of and if you are referring to the familiar flavor, it only tastes like syrup to encourage one to consume it so eagerly." Sam answers.

“How long until it is safe to get back on my feet and not fall back down?"

“Give yourself a few minutes. Ask some more questions."

“Okay. Considering what these things are taking out of us, where is that going and what is being done with it?" The Scribe asks.

“Well it is a plant and plants do require fertilizer to grow and thrive. But I can be more direct about it. What this plant takes from us gets broken down and circulated to feed it's entire network of branches, that in turn provide natural camouflage for these observation posts along the patrol trail."

“Wait. Are you saying this whole place was like grown from a single plant?"

“Oh no kid. The primary support structure and what you saw coming here was actually built by us. The plant itself simply grew and filled in it's share of the gaps of the framework and covered the roof. As the afternoon daylight begins to filter through the fog, the inside gets lit up more and then make it easier to see where the fabricated structure ends and the plants begins."

“So is this like a recent and new thing then? I don't recall my dad ever telling me about this."

“Fairly recent. This hybrid form of the observation posts have been in use for a couple years."

“Any idea how this thing is producing the soft lighting?"

“No idea whatsoever."

The Scribe then proceeds to straighten up and remain sitting for a little longer, while Sam gets back up on his feet and walks over to wear they left their clothes on the benches. By the time he is actually on his feet again, the Ranger returns with his clothes and a large tan towel. Both are folded, with the towel on top.

“Take the towel first, then make sure every part but your crotch is wiped clean of the lubricating gel from the vines and then get dressed. I'll just put the clothes here at your feet and go retrieve mine."

Sam walks back to the benches, to grab his towel and begins wiping himself clean.

“So how did a proud breeder man like Matt handle this his first time."

A loud laugh erupts from Sam, as the Scribe drops his towel and begins getting dressed.

“He didn't and was adamant about just going out into the woods to piss and shit."

Sam begins putting his clothes on and manages to get ahead of the man in progress.

“He really is stuck on himself." The Scribe observes bluntly.

“The interesting part is Clark would do the same, so the proud man didn't feel like such an outcast. That little gesture in of itself was the beginning of them getting along better. The other Rangers certainly did their share of harassing him for being so uptight about something that isn't even sexual. Not sure what it was they talked about when out in the woods taking care of their basic needs, but we certainly would occasionally hear signs they were talking a lot. What ever it was, it persuaded Matt to at least give the plant a try. Clark did it right with him as sympathetic support. Things between those two got a lot better and less tense after that." Sam comments while lacing up his boots.

“If you say so." The Scribe relents.

“They simply stay true to their nature and know where the other one stands. They make their interesting friendship work with brutal honesty. Clark is actually the perfect reality check element for Matt. He seen plenty of men like Matt get their personal priorities all messed up and then end up a menace to communities. That eventually ends with them leaving and falling in with the Scavengers."

“Well then. Whatever works." The Scribe comments, grabbing the back pack and towel.

Sam was already dressed and waiting at the door to the chamber with his pack. He pointed down to his towel sitting on one of the two benches that flanked the entry hall into the chamber.

“Just leave the towel there. Someone will be here later tonight to pick them up and clean them."

The Scribe nods and tosses it down onto the bench, before following him outside. Matt and Clark were waiting right there. Sam briefly looked into Matt's eyes and guessed that him and Clark must of had a rather intense conversation just moments ago. He said nothing and watched them dart past him and focus on the man directly behind him.

“Nope. Not a word. Don't care." Matt chides and points a finger right at the Scribe's face.

Clark snickers and gives the man a pat on the shoulder, as Sam and the Scribe politely split and step aside. Both of them simply watch the Rangers step inside the service chamber entrance, before Clark turns around and closes the doors without saying a word. Sam then looks towards the Scribe and notices him focus on something from behind him.

He turns and spots Jacob motioning with his head, as a signal to approach him. The Ranger decides to stick with the Scribe and see what Jacob wants from the man. As soon as they were within talking distance, Jacob motions with his hand to follow him, as they continued walking with him towards the better illuminated wide open end of the observation post. Sam allowed himself to hang back a bit and allowed the two to walk ahead, as he began surveying his surroundings. He noticed that there were less visible Rangers than usual. Possible restructuring for coming changes?

“Sam and I thought it would be a good idea to inform you about a handy detail with the ascent up the mountain and deeper into the fog. As you already know, nothing electrical works in the mountains, so we will be using these for navigation." Jacob hands the Scribe an ancient mechanical compass, with a noticeable mark on the glass face. “The mark placed on these is to help us find which way to go, in the event we end up getting separated inside the denser mist. In fact we are expecting it. So once you do get separated from us, just take this in your hand and turn until the needle lines up with North. Then look which way the mark then points. Simply walk in that direction and keep the needle pointing North. Eventually you will reach the place where the mist thins and the Others live."

“Anything I can add or contribute, before we begin the walk up the mountains?"

“Well. It sure would be handy if each of us get a turn at glancing over your journal and then have a basic idea about some of the things we might encounter in the mountain mist. That sort of information will definitely be handy for when getting separated."

“Sure. I would also be happy to answer any questions that may get asked." The Scribe offers, as he reaches into his back pack and pulls out the journal, then hands it over to Jacob.

“I'm sure there will be a few of them." Sam says, as he approaches from behind the man.

“Okay. Listen up team. You already know the rather unique nature of this assignment. Everyone gave us all the information they had back at the base camp." Jacob announces and with an approving nod from the Scribe, takes the journal and holds it up into the air for everyone to see. “Our guest Scribe is in possession of a journal that has a lot of handy Nomad stuff in it, that his Dad knew about the part of the mountains us Rangers are about to go into for the very first time. Take your time going over what is written and pictured, then command it to memory. It very well could keep you from becoming a hapless idiot that decided to touch the wrong kind of plant, just because it looks pretty."

Snickers and chuckles got passed around the excursion group. With an approving nod from the man again. Jacob immediately hands the journal directly over to Matt and then walks over to the open end of the patrol outpost with Sam. The Scribe follows close behind, as Matt opens the journal and begins thumbing through the pages. All three of them simply stand and watch the thick mist roll lazily across the mountain trail outside. The shared conversation among the other six was quickly getting animated. Jacob seized this opportunity and shuffled close to Sam.

“So how did the visit with Hank go?" He asks quietly.

“It went very well. The man can still cook a mean chilly too."

Both chuckle softly.

“Find out anything relevant to the twins advancement as squad leaders?"

“Hanks eyes really lit up, when he found out how close they were in their training."

“I'll bet. He mention anything noteworthy about their brief absence from service and their progress with recovery from that disastrous excursion last year?"

“We discussed it over the chilly by the camp fire."

“A camp fire. Talk about traditional."

“He picked the setting that made him most comfortable for discussing the subject."

“Judging from the banter behind us, we don't have much time left."

“I can tell you the details later. Suffice it to say Hank is confident they are ready."

“So all systems go for our retirement?"

“It certainly looks that way."

“Have you told Megan yet or you waiting until we come back from this one."

Sam half choked and half coughed softly.

“What do you think?"

“Yeah. Same here. I'm waiting to tell Lucy until after this excursion myself."

“That way it becomes one hundred percent official."

Sam then notices the banter behind them has ceased.

“Sounds like they finally got the journal information sorted out." He observes.

They both turn and notice Clark returning the journal to the Scribe.

“Your dad certainly knew a lot of... interesting things." Clark comments from behind him and hands the journal over the shoulder. The Scribe turns his head and acknowledges the man with a smirk.

Sam has a brief flashback to his conversation with Lucius. The wolf man had suspicions about the Archive Council possibly knowing more about what is happening around them , than what they lead people around them to believe.

“Did you see that Sam?" Jacob quietly asks.

“I sure did. I wonder what that was all about?"

They both then look at each other and shrug, before Sam turns around and walks a little back into the observation post. Jacob and the Scribe follow and then stand near him.

“Alright. Everyone form up in the manner I call you out and let's get this little nature hike underway. Felix and John, you take point with the Scribe here. Lewis and Trent, you fall in with me next. Clark and Matt, you hang back with Jacob." Sam announces. “We are to proceed slowly and steadily up the mountainside. Those taking point will find the safest path and mark it, by tethering one of these to a tree" He pulls from his back pack a arm length narrow leather band, two fingers wide and with a semi clear ball the size of a walnut attached, then holds it over his head. “Just give them a firm shake and they will begin to glow. The glow lasts for about one hour." The device is put back into the back pack, before Sam slings it around for proper transport. “The point men will go first and maintain a walking distance of twenty paces ahead of my group. Jacob and his group will maintain the same walking distance behind us. Are there any questions?" None were spoken. “ Very good then, let's move out Rangers."

Everyone stays close and walk for a short distance out into the open air of the wide patrol trail. They then see Felix step off the trail and stop, as the Scribe takes out the first beacon and does exactly as Sam instructed. It then just sets there on the tree and begins glowing. Sam holds up a hand and has everyone behind him wait, then nods once the second beacon begins to glow. The twins stay close behind and follow him along the narrow deer path Felix found. It was barely wide enough for one man to navigate, so progression was slower than normal marching pace, but steady and consistent. Frequent looks back and forward confirmed the other two parts of the excursion team were staying nearby.

“Hey Sam. Is it normal to be just a little nervous about where we are going?" Lewis asks.

“Totally normal. A complete idiot wouldn't be nervous about this excursion." Sam replies.

“Did you really go through the book thoroughly?" Trent asks.

“Now what kind of question is that? Of course I went through that Scribe's journal thoroughly."

“Okay. So does any of those things described in it seem..." Lewis starts to drift off.

Trent looked ahead and noticed what got Lewis's attention. Sam noticed as well. There seemed to be no more beacons being activated and mounted. But they had been walking for quite a while and it is possible that the Scribe ran out. So he should be coming back to them soon to restock his supply with Sam. The mist around them seemed like it was getting denser as well.

“Okay. You boys stop right here and wait." Sam advised “I will walk ahead and meet the Scribe halfway with more beacons from me. Let the others behind know as well, once they get up here."

Everyone nodded in agreement, as Sam departed towards the glowing beacon ahead. The closer he got to it, the more obvious it became that the Scribe definitely ran out of them. Except... where the hell was the Scribe? He looked back and could still vaguely see signs of the twins doing exactly as told and maintaining their position. The Ranger nodded to himself on reflex and looked forward again.

A strong draft begins to blow across the path and gives Sam reason to be more optimistic about finding the men ahead of him, in the form of it clearing the mist away. Instead, the mist reacts the opposite way and quickly gets denser. He sighs in exasperation and resumes walking forward along the deer trail. The cinnamon scent he smelled earlier was now a lot stronger and acquired a sweetness to it's texture. This was familiar to him and he remembered encountering the same thing back at Hank's house in the sleeping room. The pleasantness of the smell encouraged him to breath in big breaths of it. His head then begins to feel slightly heavy and he stops to grab a nearby tree with one hand to steady himself. The Ranger's ears then notice the heavier mist also seems to have a potent sound deadening element, that makes it impossible to hear anything beyond his own breathing. As his head finally clears back up, he gets hit with an intense wave of arousal. He feels his cock begin to harden in his underwear and quickly pulls out his shirt, to allow it's generous length the freedom to push the leaking head up beyond his waistband. His altered system begins producing more precum, that begins running out the head and down into his underwear. He feels it soaking through the fabric and saturating his entire crotch in it's warm slimy embrace. Sam catches himself groaning in reflex to the sensation, just as he sees some shape begin to materialize ahead of him on the trail.

“Great Sam. You finally catch up with the Scribe and here you stand soaking your pants in your own precum." He chastises himself.

The shape soon becomes more defined as being dark and quite large. His ears then pick up on the sound of hooves hitting the ground. He half laughed to himself, when realizing who this could be. The darker shape then got bigger and clarified into the form of a horse man. Sam simply stood where he was and allowed him to approach. He then looked up past the white blaze on the muzzle and locked gazes with him.

“Hmm. Looks like you got a little leaking problem there Sam." Duke's familiar voice quipped.

“A little."

“Normal reaction for new visitors."

“I'm guessing that if you are here, then so is Brook."

“Just keeping to the plan. Are Lewis and Trent further down the path?"

Sam looks back behind him and chuckles.

“Although you can't see them, they are still down there and waiting for me." He replies.

“Well then. Let's not keep them waiting any longer." Brook adds from out of sight.

“Lucius is not too far behind us and waiting for you." Duke adds.

“Well, how about I step aside and let you two carry on." Sam offers as he steps around the tree.

Duke just bobs his head and resumes walking past Sam, with Brook right behind him.

“Welcome to your new life fuck toy." Duke teases from beyond his shoulder and disappears into the mist with Brook.

Sam simply stands there and watches them fade from sight, before getting back on the trail and resumes his original course. He didn't have too much further to walk, before encountering another large form materializing into view. This one nearly blended in with the surrounding mist and didn't gain much clarity until he was a lot closer. It was a completely white wolf man.

“Lucius?" The Ranger inquired.

“It's me old friend."

The wolf man walked right up and hugged him. Sam didn't care if the height difference put his face right into his old friend's sheath. The hug was appreciated just the same. Lucius then pushed him away and lowered to his haunches, to meet eye to eye.

“So now that you are in our territory, want to see how we make the mist that protects it?"

“Sure. But isn't Protect a bit of a stretch?"

Lucius just chuckles and sighs.

“You tell me. How are you feeling right now?" He asks Sam.

“I'm getting quite horny and my cock won't stop soaking my crotch."

“Pretty distracting. Isn't it." The wolf man points out.

“Distracting. But it is manageable."

“Remember what I told you earlier this morning and what Don likely just reminded you?"

“About this stuff getting denser, as I go up the mountains and... Oh. Oh wow. Really?"

“Extended exposure motivates an inexperienced man to loose himself to his lust. Effectively neutralizing them as an active threat and makes them much more manageable. This singular factor of the mist is why the mountains scare the Scavengers. They pride themselves on being masters of their mind and bodies. Nothing is supposed to be beyond their ability to control. This mentality is what directs them towards their infamous misguided goals. Sexual or otherwise."

“So suddenly having all that control ripped away, by the infused air supercharging their natural repressed sexual desires..." Sam starts.

“...sends them into a mindless lust filled state, turning them on each other for sexual gratification and rapidly degrading them into needy fuck toys, who willingly welcomes our presence upon arrival to begin filling them." Lucius finishes for him.

The wolf man offers a hand out and then helps Sam to begin directly ascending the mountainside off the trail. After traveling a short distance up, Sam begins to get very annoyed with his throbbing cock and clothes. Lucius offers to help him take them off and carry his stuff, while the Ranger simply focuses on getting up the mountain. Sam decides it is likely the sensible thing to do and accepts. Once he is completely naked, he does find ascending conditions to be more tolerable for the hike with the wolf man.

“So tell me Lucius. What happens to those Scavengers after the encounter and getting thoroughly used as willing fuck toys?"

“Due to how rigorously they are conditioned to be the men we all know, we eventually return the thoroughly sexually exhausted and unconscious men back to their territory. When they wake up, they find they are no longer in the mountains anymore and rationalize their encounter as some sort of warped perception of what really happened. Their minds then begin to fabricate a reality to justify their undisciplined actions while in the mountains. Somewhere in the thought process, the mountains then get implicated as a forbidden place to avoid at all costs. Thus they never come back."

“You talk about this in a way that suggests this is still an ongoing thing with the Scavengers."

“The mountains have become something like a right of passage tradition with young Scavengers, looking to prove themselves as capable men."

“Ah. Something like they survive the evil dream, they officially get recognized as men?"

“Something like that." Lucius replies.

Sam had lost track of how long him and the wolf man had been slowly ascending the mountainside and genuinely didn't care. He trusted Lucius and his kin to look after the well being of his squad and thus felt no urgency to find them. The Ranger knew that they would all eventually meet up again and have quite the individual adventure story to share with each other. Both of them did eventually reach a point to where the ground began to level off and gradually became completely level. Lucius decided they should take a short break, before proceeding further towards a clearing that was supposed to be about forty paces further into the mist. Sam detached a water canteen from his back pack and took a few drinks, before offering it to the wolf man.

“This muzzle can't drink from that silly. But thank you for offering."

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Fuzzy head and all."

“Understandable."

“So where is this mist generator you wanted to show me?"

Lucius points directly in front of him.

“Up ahead there is a very large clearing and in the middle of it is the local source."

“Considering how much area the mountains cover, how many are there?"

“A lot. There has to be, in order to create this much persistent mist."

Sam hooked his canteen back up with the back pack and then followed the wolf man across the level ground, in the general direction he pointed with his finger. He noticed the mist actually began to thin a little, as they approached what visually looked like the beginning of the clearing itself. Beyond that point, various vague shapes began to take form, along with some familiar sounds reaching his ears. He knew those sounds. Many of them in fact. Several images began popping into his head and all of them from the new sexual encounters he experienced over the last two days. Once they made it to the edge of the clearing, he got his suspicions about the source confirmed and then some. Sam walked out into the clearing a few paces and then froze in place, while watching the scene unfold in front of him. Lucius was right there and watched with him.

The mist of the clearing itself was quite a bit thinner and afforded a good view of what one would assume to be a huge flattened out orange flower, with petals as thick as a man's thighs. Sam judged the width of this thing to be enough to set a small house on it. The sheer size and scale of this giant flower was emphasized further with the presence of four familiar looking Clydesdale stallions and men. He was quite certain he knew who the four men were and wasn't sure if he should be surprised or confused.

“Lucius. Are they okay?" Sam asks.

“Considering what you have experienced and know now. I think you already know that answer."

Each Clydesdale was standing in place and had sides bulging as if he were a pregnant mare. There was a large familiar looking type tendril attached to his ass and a second similar one covering his muzzle. Instead of a third tendril attached to his cock, there was a man under him and appeared to be completely impaled on the stallion's shaft. The man also had a bulging rounded belly and tendril attached to his face, with one last tendril attached to his cock. There were additional multiple familiar looking grip tendrils, that were in the process of wrapping around them and began to lift the connected pair into the air, while keeping them safely secured together.

“Wait. The stallion is not panicking from this?"

Lucius lowers his muzzle down beside Sam's head and squats down behind him.

“I can assure you panic is the last thing that stallion is thinking right now."

The Ranger then watches the horse cooperatively allow the gripping tendrils to fold his legs up against his body. He could hear muffled moans and wickers coming from the participants, as well as the other familiar organic milking sounds coming from the tendrils attached to the man's cock. He wanted to walk closer and was stopped the moment he put a foot forward.

“This plant is different from the other ones and it really is not recommended you get any closer during this phase. Just remain right hear and watch." Lucius advised. Sam simply nodded.

The man that was physically closest to the Ranger and being lifted with the stallion was easily recognizable as Jeremy. Next in the air was Bruce and the second stallion. Then the third and fourth stallion was lifted into the air, with sight of the two boys completely obscured by the bulk of their inflated equine bodies. Sam watched in amazement as the gripping tendrils then lifted the first pair higher and then pulled them toward the mist shrouded middle of the flower. He could still hear the distinct organic sound of syrup being pumped into the milking pair, as they were then slowly lowered down into an unseen chamber beyond the mist. Bruce and his stallion were next, as Sam watched with the same intense aroused fascination and began to absentmindedly stroke his own leaking cock with both hands. He adjusted the motion of them to match what stimulation he imagined the men were likely experiencing with their own cocks. One of the boys and his stallion was next and gave the Ranger a good glimpse of both, as the gripping tendrils twisted and lowered them down inside the plant.

“Someone certainly likes what they see." That same hovering muzzle observes.

Sam began stroking his cock a little faster, his excessive precum production completely soaking his hands and crotch again. The last boy and his stallion was now being lifted and lowered into the plant. It sounded like those same distinct sloppy organic sounds were getting louder. The pleasure those men and stallions had to be experiencing must be absolutely mind shattering.

“Go ahead. Let it go." Lucius encouraged Sam and licked his lips.

Just as the petals began lifting off the ground and started folding in on each other, Sam's own orgasm crashed through his body and mind. The sheer intensity of it sent him tilting backwards and into the arms of the wolf man behind him, who cradled him softly and allowed the man to crumple onto the ground. Cum shot and splattered everywhere across his convulsing body. The Ranger was at a complete loss of words for what he just witnessed and simply laid there, staring up into the rolling mist beyond the wolf man's head. He just kept looking up and rode out the orgasm, desiring to be filled and thoroughly saturated again.

“Please." Came the barely audible word from his mouth.

“Hmm?" Lucius lowered his head and listened again.

“Please... fill me... again."

The wolf man surveyed the surroundings and paused, as if he was waiting for something.

“Please..." Sam began to ask again.

“Shh. We will get to that soon enough. Here. Let me help you back up, so you can see this."

Sam's upper body was lifted and propped against the squatting wolf man, leaving his head to rest between a thigh and the sheath. The Ranger looked directly ahead at where the exotic sex scene had just occurred and saw it replaced with sight of the flower petals finishing the process of folding over each other, creating the familiar closed giant flower bud form found all over the mountains.

“Now for the final part." Lucius commented.

The closed flower bud began making a lot of gurgling noise, before flexing and opening the closed pointed top a little. Really dense familiar looking mist started coming out of the opening, then cascaded down the sides of the bud and pooled around it's base. The air was immediately super charged with the scent of cinnamon and maple. The mist on the ground rippled and began spreading outward away from the bud, with less dense wisps of it rising and dissipating into the air. Visibility in the clearing began dropping rapidly, as the rippling mist blanket flowed past Sam and Lucius. It was thick enough to completely obscure everything below Sam's shoulders. The intensity of the scents increased dramatically and the expected reaction to the infused air manifested in the form of Sam's cock getting hard again. He looked down and had great difficulty seeing it's throbbing form through the really dense mist. The man could actually feel the mist itself flow over and around his body. He then felt something warm drop down onto his chest.

The infused air being sucked into the man's lungs was having the expected mind numbing affect on Sam's mind. He noticed his thoughts adopting a familiar simple form, as structured thinking swiftly faded away. He turned his head and got an up close view of the wolf man's canine cock slowly coming out of the sheath. The man licked his lips and craned his head to lick it. Lucius stopped him with one hand on the head and tossed the clothes and back pack down at his feet with the other one. The hand on his head shifted to behind the shoulders and encouraged him to get up. The Ranger was a little disappointed, but did not feel the need to protest. He maneuvered himself into a crawling position and was about to raise up onto his feet, when a hand came down on his back and stopped him. He then felt fur brush past his legs and a familiar warm presence bump at his ass cheeks. Lucius lowered his head down and whispered into Sam's ear.

“Now I fill you."

With those words, Sam felt a hand sweep under and cradle his belly. He then felt that canine cock slide in between his ass cheeks and bump at his anal entrance. The Ranger wanted this and pushed back against it, while bracing for the brief discomfort of it entering him. He felt it slowly push in and expand his opening, then felt it glide across his prostate in one smooth move. It then paused and rested right over it. Sam took a few deep breaths and grabbed the nearby clothes, then arranged them together into a makeshift pillow. He knew words didn't have to be said and simply nodded his head. The sizable canine cock then resumed it's slow penetration into his guts and paused one more time, when the slightly inflated knot bumped into him.

“You want me to stop here or put it in as well." Lucius asks.

Sam lowers his chest and head down onto the makeshift pillow.

“Go ahead and pop it in. I'm ready old friend."

The wolf man applied a little grip with his hand on the Ranger's back and proceeded to apply more force behind his inflating knot. It refused to go in initially, so he pulled back a little and pushed forward with a bit more force.

Pop.

“Fuck. That thing. Is big." Sam observed in between groans.

Lucius then adjusted his stance and kept his paws planted firmly on the ground, with his thighs resting on his raised haunches. He then shifted the hand resting on the ranger's back, to the ground right beside on arm. This let him maintain a more comfortable breeding height with his knotted cock and have sufficient support for his upper body hovering over the man attached to him. He then gradually let go of his restraint and allowed the syrup to begin flowing faster into the man's guts. Sam moaned with satisfaction, as his insides gradually filled up and that familiar warmth began spreading through his body. His mind began slipping away more, as his thoughts became simpler and more basic. He felt the large hand on his belly shift and push in key locations, to help the syrup find it's way deeper into him. Sam was content to just keep his head down and turned it to the side, with his arms resting just beyond the pillow. Soon the liquid presence and warmth would be finding his stomach and then begin traveling up his throat. The thorough internal hormone saturation and external infused air stimulation, was quickly eroding away what little was left of the person known as Sam. It didn't matter if he had his second orgasm or not. His cock simply bobbed and throbbed against his inflating belly, as it released the syrup being continuously pumped out of him through it.

By the time the syrup had found his mouth and began rippling out of it, Sam's belly had rounded out and remained cradled in the hand of Lucius. The surrounding mist had maintained it's density and now had a ground covering thickness that put it at the height of a man's chest, completely concealing the presence of the syrup filled Ranger. The wolf man remained in place and inhaled deeply, letting the infused air saturate his own mind and drive him to continue releasing the syrup. Sam was content to simply remain in place and be used for as long as his old friend desired. The syrup flowing out of his mouth was completely saturating the makeshift pillow under him and he didn't care. There was no longer a thinking man attached to the wolf man's cock. Only a throbbing pulsing extension of it. The floor of the surrounding mist started to ebb a little, allowing the air infusion to begin dropping from it's brief excessive level. Lucius ears pivoted in reaction to the moans and wickers coming from deep inside the milking plant. He knew the lives of those men and horses will never be the same and was curious about how much the frequent contact had already changed them. Past observations taught him that these particular milker plants make sure the hosts came back to them on a regular daily cycle.

The wolf man allowed his mind to drift a little and quickly lost track of how long he was inside Sam. A few taps on his hand near the man's arm, signaled that that the Ranger was coherent again. That meant his syrup must have stopped flowing and he was now simply knotted inside him. Lucius craned his head down through the mist barrier and began licking Sam's back, until his knot deflated. Neither one had long to wait and soon the wet sloppy sound of slow extraction signaled the end of the tie. Sam groaned as he was carefully rolled over onto his back by the wolf man and soon treated to the experience of being drained through his cock. Lucius very carefully took the throbbing member into his muzzle and then used his tongue, to stroke the bottom of Sam's cock, simulating him to continue releasing the syrup. No longer than the man was in possession of more coherent thinking, he quickly lost it to the bliss of the best blow job he ever had in his life. He just laid there and allowed his thoughts to go simple again. Fortunately, a wolf man like Lucius had plenty of internal space to stow the syrup he drained out of Sam. Once he could see that the Ranger had a sufficiently flattened stomach again, the wolf man carefully scooped his friend up into his arms and lifted both of them back up above the the thick mist carpet, before carrying him out of the clearing.

Lucius spots the basic outline of two black bull men, walking towards him from the path he picked for the exit. Closer distance revealed them to be familiar faces, belonging to the cultivators of the specialized milking plant behind him.

“Bor. Tor. Good timing." The wolf man greeted them. “The milking plant has started it's next mist production cycle. Make sure you monitor things closely and then meet me later at the saturation chamber when it is done."

Both bull men walk up to Lucius and take a quick look at the man in his arms. Sam regards them with only the most basic recognition, as coherent thinking slowly returns to him. Bor and Tor immediately spot the familiar glazed look in his eyes.

“I presume this is the one called Sam?" Bor asks and Lucius nods.

“So where is the rest of the squad?" Tor inquires.

“All of them intercepted and strategically split up, according to initial observations made before their excursion into our territory." Lucius replies.

“Are they here to also use and fill me?" Sam asks no one in particular.

“Maybe later." Bor teases.

“We have more important business to take care of Ranger." Tor adds.

Sam just nods and looks beyond them, down the trail they came from.

“We can deal with full introductions later. Based on the new information, we have a small window of opportunity and best we complete the new plan as soon as possible." Lucius suggests.

“Agreed." Both bull men confirm in unison.

The bull men then part ways with a nod and walk towards the milking plant, while Lucius takes the trail that brought them to the location. As Sam slowly regained more and more coherent thinking, while being carried in the wolf man's arms, he could tell the surrounding mist was dissipating rather quickly. By the time they arrived at the end of the trail and came upon another clearing, the mist appeared to be almost completely gone. This also meant the air infusion had dissipated as well. Lucius lowered Sam down onto his feet and allowed him the freedom to explore the new area, while remaining right at his side. The man looked up and saw very little mist floating high over his head, effectively allowing a lot of the sunlight through it.

“Wait. There is actual sun light up here?" Sam asked.

“Of course there is visible sun up here. The area we left behind is simply part of the protective barrier. We don't have much use or need for the mist in this part of the mountains." Lucius replies.

Sam sniffs the air around him and confirms the infusion elements are still there but milder. His semi hard cock confirms this as well. Him and the wolf man then proceed to explore the very large clearing itself. It was like looking at a large open grass field, dotted with occasional shade trees. The border firmly established by the visible tree lines and the mist itself just beyond it. He then stops and turns to face Lucius.

“Is my squad free to roam where ever we want in this place? Aside from avoiding certain plants of course." He inquires.

“Of course. It could even become a new home for some of you." Lucius assures.

“Yeah. I can easily see the Nomad brothers staying here." He looks back at the grass field.

“What about you and Jacob?"

“We have people back where we live."

“Bring them here."

“Won't that be a huge adjustment for them."

“Given the proper amount of time, not as huge as you would think. The Fun Girls, have already begun their transition to a new life and will be fully capable stallions in a couple more days."

That got Sam's attention and caused him to whirl back around towards Lucius on his heals.

“Wait. When did they begin?"

“About two days ago."

The Ranger stood and thought for a moment, while going over basic biology in his head and the obvious fundamental differences between horse and human.

“Something doesn't seem right. Two of my men were with them last night and they certainly would have noticed something different about them. Wouldn't they?"

“The initial changes are quite small in the beginning. Plus the sexual interaction was at night and both of them were drunk."

“Well Clark and Matt said nothing to indicate they saw anything different. Or they got glimpses of something and decided best not to talk about it to anyone else."

“Like I mentioned earlier this morning, I can arrange for you to meet them later and have them explain better than me, how the transition and transformation process works for a woman. “

“You did say that."

Sam remains in place and looks around the huge open area some some.

“So, which way to the Fun Girls... or is it Fun Stallions now... either way. Which way do I go?"

Lucius lifts a finger and points to a big part of the treeline that had less mist gathered around it than the rest.

“That particular line of trees is actually a thin one and beyond it is another open area. Stick to the edge and follow it, until you see a break in it's treeline boundary. Connected to it is a single trail. Follow it and stay on the trail, because it takes you right back into the mist barrier. You will be watched here and there, to make sure you don't get into something you can't handle. The trail itself should take you right to a very large horse stable. You will know when you are getting close, because the trail will begin to widen and then get really wide. At the end of it will be the entrance to the building. A horse man, looking like a Percheron stallion, will greet you there. Simply tell him Lucius sent you to meet the Fun Girls. He will know who they are and will escort you inside to meet them."

“You are not coming along?"

“I have to go make preparations for you and your squad to meet with our elders."

“The ones the council probably intended for us to meet."

“Yes. Probably. Except the council really has no idea who they are dealing with."

“Obviously." Both chuckle. “I really want you to come along."

Lucius walks up to Sam and hugs him close to his belly.

“We won't be apart for very long and will be as brief as possible with the preparations. Once I am done there, I will come and get you at the stable." Lucius assures.

The wolf man then gently pulls Sam away and gives him a pat on the head.

“Was that really necessary?" Sam asks with slight annoyance.

“Just old habit. Now go meet the girls."

The Ranger sighs and nods, before turning towards the thin treeline and walks towards it. He looks back at Lucius and they wave at each other, before the wolf man drops down and takes off running the opposite way in true wolf fashion.

“Well. This should be another interesting encounter." Sam tells himself, as he walks into the mist accented treeline.

He looks ahead and sees the next smaller clearing. Although the mist was certainly a lot thinner here, than back at the milking plant, it was still thick enough to cover up sight of the sun and return the surrounding ambiance back to soft white indirect lighting conditions. The moment he clears the treeline, he looks across the clearing and catches faint sight of another bull man. This one was not black and he appeared to be carrying someone. Another member of his squad perhaps? Either way, he appeared to know where to go and likely was walking towards the trail Lucius mentioned. Sam proceeds to walk quickly and directly across the clearing. The mist then decides to shift and completely obscures view of the bull man in the distance, as well as the treeline and ground at his feet. Shit. Sam keeps himself turned in the direction he saw the bull man and then continues across the clearing more slowly and carefully. He occasionally stops and looks around for sign of trees. Nothing. Just great.

The Ranger takes one more step forward and his foot makes contact with something quite soft.

Poof.

A cloud of fine white powder ejects into the air around him. Sam waves his hands to clear away the airborne substance and coughs a little, after his deep inhaling sucked a lot of it into his lungs. From there the airborne component travels through his bloodstream and finds his brain, then begins stimulating his short term memory with great intensity. The man finds his conscious thoughts abruptly hijacked with a replay of his earlier sexual interactions with Lucius. His cock begins to throb hard, just as a tendril rises up and moves towards his dripping cock. Another tendril begins ascending up one of his legs and begins curling around his torso, before moving up into his line of sight. Sam is so engrossed in his memory of the sleeping chamber experience, that he perceives the tendril in front of him being the same as the ones in the active memory. He opens his mouth, as it moves forward and extends a phallic appendage right into it. Both tendrils flex and finish their forward movement, as a third tendril rises and seeks out his ass. The oral tendril sinks further into his mouth and latches onto his face with it's three long triangular grippers, as the penal tendril slides over his cock all the way to the base and grips his waist. Meanwhile the third tendril finds his ass cheeks and extends it's own phallic section, before plunging into his ass. The familiar warm presence of the syrup begins entering his body, as the combined stimulation swiftly triggers an orgasm.

Sam moans into the oral tendril, as his belly begins to inflate and gurgle. Multiple tendrils pierce the mist barrier and rise to flow around and grip his body, effectively lifting him up into the air and move him towards a orifice opening in the ground. By the time his body lines up and begins descending down into the opening, another smoother feeling orgasm flows through his body. His belly finishes rounding out as the orgasm continues to consume him. He knows this feeling. It is the syrup flowing through him again and he is once more at the mercy of another milking plant. The girls will have to wait. It was time to be used again.

E P I L O G U E

A large white wolf man bursts through the mist shrouded treeline and into the huge sun lit grass field, where he parted ways with Sam and ran off to talk with the elders. He slowed down and eventually came to a stop in the middle of the clearing, as a familiar white bull man approached him. It was Shadow and he was carrying a sleeping Jacob in his arms. It was at this point he was notified that Sam didn't make it across the smaller mist shrouded clearing, where the bull man was filling the Ranger in his arms. He was quite certain Sam was still in the same spot, where he triggered a small milker plant to capture him. Lucius looked briefly at the unconscious Jacob in the bull man's arms, then thanked Shadow for the updated information. Both parted and walked opposite directions, as Lucius resumed running towards the smaller clearing. He was most curious why the Ranger chose to disregard that one important part of the given instructions and walk right out into the clearing. Unless you had the enhanced senses of an Other, you had no way of detecting where those smaller plants were hidden in the grass of the smaller clearing. The whole area was like a mine field of milker plants. He stopped right at the edge of it and rose up vertical on his legs again. He spotted the singular orange closed flower bud. That had to be Sam. Lucius lowered back down and used his senses to avoid triggering any of the plants, while carefully making his way to the encased man. Once he reached it, he sat down and waited patiently. The smaller milkers didn't use people for very long. His patience was soon rewarded with sight of the petals unfolding and lowering to the ground, as tendrils rose up out of the plant's hidden chamber and deposited a drowsy Sam in front of Lucius. He scooped up his old human friend and then carried him out of the milker plant mine field, across the sun lit clearing and onto the next destination. The Saturation Chamber.