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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: SHARED EXPERIENCE

One of the persistently resilient elements of social living is that of the shared experience. A particular and emotionally potent moment, within the lives of those involved, that crystallizes into a unforgettable shared memory. While the events surrounding the world destroying man made disasters manifested plenty of negative shared experiences for the survivors, the descendants reaped the benefits of their sacrifice and thus new positive shared experiences manifested. This is not saying there are no more negative shared experiences. The existence of the Scavengers and their fanatical pursuit to bring all humans back to the cities in the Zones of Ruin, is a persistent reminder of this reality. Thus when a opportunity presents itself, to create a new positive shared experience, it is ceased with an intense passion. The individuals involved acquire a sense of dedication no less potent than that of the Scavengers themselves. As a result, a curious social evolution manifested within the more peaceful cultures of both Anchor and Nomad existence.

People especially became less discerning with the sexual aspect of their daily lives and more open to exploring new possibilities. The fostering of this attitude resulted in improved sexual maturity and personal security of an individuals sexuality. The transition, from the way sexuality was perceived before the man made disasters to the way it is perceived now, was by no means a smooth one. Established records, taken from personal encounters with Nomads by Anchor traders, show the Nomads were the first to make the transition and may possibly been part of the way there themselves, due to the rather free way they existed for generations within the Zones of Wild. Considering the three distinct human cultures had almost no contact with each other during the early recovery years, one can imagine how difficult it was to reconcile the cultural differences between Anchor and Nomad. They at least had one initial motivation to create a mutually beneficial relationship. The Nomads had relations with the Others and were instrumental in establishing peace between Anchor and Other people.

“I still wonder what it is about this excursion guest that is so important." Felix says to no one.

“Important enough to tell no one what he even looks like." John adds in same manner.

“All of us at the briefing made it clear that maybe the Anchor Elders themselves should have come here and be escorted up the mountains for this important occasion."

“Hopefully this isn't someone that the Scavengers may know about and proceed to make our trip to the observation post difficult."

“Like the last time?" Felix asks John.

“Neither one of us were there. So how do you know anything about that?"

“Matt told me and was rather generous about the messy details."

“You sure that wasn't him simply being mean to the new guy?"

“Possibly. But everyone knows that ended with the Scribe getting killed."

“Probably why no Elder is going on this excursion either." John comments to no one, as he finishes repacking his stuff alongside his brother.

“Hey." Felix taps John's arm. “There he is." John looks up and out the open tent doorway.

Just beyond it, they spot Jacob and suspiciously similar looking man next to him. They had briefly stopped and were discussing something. Jacob was clearly doing all the talking, while the new white haired guy was simply listening and nodding in confirmation. The Nomad brothers were rather found of their tent placement near the base camp main entrance. It was handy for spotting everyone and everything that came through, when they were on site.

“Our guest seems to have the same hair as us." John observes while getting up on his feet.

“As well as the same silver accents." Felix adds, while finishing his repacking.

“His skin tone is normal though. That is certainly different."

“So he can tan and we can't?"

“Seriously bro. That is your take away from this?"

Felix then looked up at his brother, who was now facing him directly with a questioning look.

“What?" He asks innocently.

“Shouldn't your question have been more like... 'What is a Nomad doing taking on a more political assignment?' Something other than... 'So he can tan and we can't?' " John rolls his eyes.

“It is a legitimate question bro. I wouldn't mind being able to tan and pretty sure you wouldn't mind knowing how he did it. It shouldn't be possible. Unless..."

“Hey greenies. Ready for your first baby sitting gig?" Matt pops into the doorway announcing.

“Morning Matt." John greets with slight annoyance, without looking at Matt.

“He has a tan." Felix mentions again.

Matt turns and looks, then turns back and shrugs.

“So go ask him what special thing he does to make it happen." He suggests casually.

A groan manifests from behind Matt, followed by the appearance of a slightly sluggish Clark.

“Clark? You good for the excursion today." John asks.

Felix gets up and helps Clark sit in a nearby chair.

“Black coffee please." The sluggish man requests.

Felix reaches over to a large pouring pot on a hot plate, while John hands Clark an empty mug. Matt just nods at the Nomad brothers, as a silent Thank You, while Felix fills the mug.

“Old whitey here decided to share in some of my fun last night and took on a little more than he could handle. Drinks that is. Not the girls. He handled them just fine."

Clark raises a thumb up, before he started sipping the hot coffee.

“What exactly did he drink last night?" Felix asks after setting the pot back on the hot plate.

“Nothing exotic. Just a little something from the ancient times called Vodka."

“We have heard about that stuff from some people. It's... strong." John comments.

“Well it turns out the party girls actually had some on hands and it had been a long time since I had any myself. So...." Matt starts.

“...so he decides he wanted one of the bottles all to himself. I never had any before and wanted to try it. I could have been more careful." Clark adds and goes back to sipping his coffee.

Matt gives Clark pats on the shoulder, then raises his hands up in reassignment and shrugs.

“Well you seem to be doing just fine. Definitely not your first drink." Felix chides Matt.

“Hey. I could have been greedy and said No. But I was being a good friend and split the bottle with him. I even intervened and made sure he paced himself. Which now that I think about that whole situation, it feels weird. It's supposed to be my wingman's job to be the responsible one. Mind if I have a seat though. I'm not one hundred percent myself and did the responsible thing of drinking three quarters of the bottle."

John stepped aside and gestured to his cot behind him.

“Thanks." Matt nodded towards him and moved past to sit down.

“Now about that comment earlier Fe-..." John started.

“There you guys are! We..." Trent popped in and began to announce loudly.

Clark swiftly jumped up and put a hand to Trent's mouth. The man furrowed his eyebrows with annoyance and slowly pulled the hand away. Clark then moved a finger to his lips, “Shhhh," before sitting back down and resumed sipping the rest of his coffee.

“Clark has a hangover." Announced Matt from the cot beyond John.

Trent pardoned himself past John and sat next to Matt, to finish talking more softly.

“As I was saying. Felix and I went looking for you two at the usual place where the Fun Girls set up camp just outside the Anchor in the woods. But once we arrived there, there was no camp or horses and carriage house. We then quickly made our way back here and then heard you talking."

“The girls had to leave early this morning." Matt admitted.

“Well, at least we are all here, ready when Jacob and the new guest is ready."

With that line, Felix appears at the tent entrance and spots Clark right away.

“Vodka?" He asks rather directly and quietly of everyone inside the tent. They all nod.

“First time drinking it too?" His next question, answered by more nods.

“So besides what little we were told last night. Anyone have more about the guest?" Matt asks.

“You know about as mush as any of us." Trent told Matt.

“Looks like Jacob just wrapped up with the usual introductions." Felix announced from over his shoulder, while looking out the tent. Him and Jacob exchanged brief confirmation nods.

“Let's go then." Clark suggests, as he gets up onto his feet in a more stable fashion and hands the mug back to John. “Thanks for the coffee."

All six of them begin filing out of the tent and pair up behind Jacob and the visiting Scribe.

“The two right behind me have been with us a whole year and currently receiving final training today to replace us. Trent and Lewis. Both of them identical twins with brown wavy hair and Sam's brilliant green eyes. They are built a little stocky like Sam too. Where as the next two behind them, are slim like me and have been with us for about six months. The pale one with white hair is Clark and has light blue eyes like me. The one next to him with the shaved head and dark brown eyes is Matt. Both of them started out hating each other and now are practically inseparable as friends. Survival training will do that to men. Finally bringing up the rear are the newest members and have been with us for only two weeks. John and Felix. Now there is an adventurous pair, that proved to be quite the handful their first day with us. Both have blond hair and curious amber eyes, which they got from their deceased parents. They are the only ones who are of Nomad blood. People who choose to live outside the protection of the remaining communities and constantly move about the deep wilderness. All of them have the same hair and eyes. All these differences aside, they get along just fine with everyone in our group and community. Their unique Nomad instincts has proven very useful in the wilderness.

I know you have many questions. Some were given to you by Anchor Council Elders and others are likely questions of your own. I can at least answer a couple of them. This excursion is rather special and hopefully will deliver answers to the questions given to you to ask the Others. Both us and the elders mutually agreed that a objective outside perspective was required, to accurately record what we may or may not encounter on this special excursion. It is no big secret that the behavior of the Others has changed recently. They are taking a more invested interest in the persistent biological plight of our community. Who knows. They may have a solution to the problem with our women not living for very long. Maybe an alternative. Something like what is talked about in the stories about the ancient times. Whatever the situation is with the Others, we have now been ordered by the elders and openly welcomed by the Others to penetrate deeper into the forbidden territory. We also have been assured that a solution has been found and we are the chosen group to bring that back with us. Just when you thought that life in this changed world was finally settling into a normal routine, then something like this manifests and demonstrates that there are still more surprises beyond the horizon."

“I think my questions can wait for now." The new guest replies to Jacob, before stepping aside and squatting down to do his own inventory of 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.

“Hey Jacob. Is everything okay?" Lewis asks him from behind.

“Everything is fine." Jacob replies back over his shoulder. "Sam is just being thorough as usual. We are not due to leave for the patrol outpost yet. Everyone feel free to socialize and get to know the new guy. He will be with us for a few days on this excursion."

Felix and John saw this as an opportunity to see what they could find out about this curious new man. They immediately parted form the group and approached the Scribe, to join in on the developing conversation between him and Sam.

“Hmm. Showing you this stuff turned out easier than I thought it would be." He observes as you deftly go through all the packing steps and manage to do it quickly.

“My dad was a good teacher and this is my twelfth trip into the wilderness." You casually comment and smirk at Sam, as you secure 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." You reply.

“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 politely asks from behind the Scribe.

He turns around and meets John face to face, who had the look of anticipation in his eyes.

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

“Felix and I know of your dad then. 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, as both nomad brothers watch the Scribe facial expression carefully. One could tell he was carefully processing every new thing they just told him. The good news was that he showed no signs of having a negative reaction and then spoke again.

“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 has you 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 you.

“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.

Normally the ritual excursion banter between Clark and Matt was entertaining enough for the Nomad brothers. They found themselves preoccupied with what possibilities and reality could be waiting for them up the mountain trails. Felix was at least aware enough to notice the Scribe briefly fall back with Jacob and then return to his spot in front of Lewis.

“Oh joy. Suppressor time." You hear Matt mumble ahead of you in the line.

“Suppres-..." The Scribe begins to say, before Lewis gives him a polite poke in the back.

“Sex Drive Suppressors to counteract the affects of the mist." Is whispered back to him.

“Yup. Suppressors. Can't have the men being distracted by their hormones and dicks while on duty along the patrol trail." You hear Clark say from far up the line.

“I still don't see the point with a proper breeder..." Mat almost completes his protest.

“...like you." Clark interrupts and finishes, followed by a few snickers.

“I like my women and only my women. I don't swing and therefore don't see the point."

“You know what?" Clark spins around, steps toward Matt and then looks him right in the eyes. “We have this same worn out little discussion every single time we come up here to do patrols. Everyone here knows you did plenty of swinging when younger. We all did and just because you now choose to focus on just women for your gratification..." Clark pokes his forehead “...doesn't mean your dick chose women with you." Clark then quickly pokes at his crotch, getting a quick backwards scoot reflex from Matt. “Your dick simply reacts to what feels good. That is the pure and simple truth about male sexuality. The only supportive audience of this single-minded-misguided-personal-plight exists out there among the Scavengers." Clark glares and points to his right down the mountainside.

“We still have a choice and I made mine at one point. Don't plan on changing my mind anytime soon either. Just give me the girls and I'm all good." Mat challenges.

Lewis leans back and motions for Felix to crane his head forward. The twin brother then moves his lips to the Nomad brother's ear and whispers a rather expected mean spirited comment.

“I bet under the right conditions, my brother and I could get him to change his mind."

Both then just look at each other, then grin and snicker.

“Everyone start playing your violins. I feel a grand speech coming on." Clark announces.

“You take the Suppressor or I throw your ass back down the mountainside to the base camp you came from meat. Don't need you loosing control and then try to hump everything on legs that has a pulse. You make This choice right here and now." Came the response from the man with the drinking bottle at the doorway, who just finished giving John his Suppressor pill.

Clark turned around and paused. Waiting for the answer he knew always came.

“I guess I will take the Suppressor." Matt answers the man reluctantly.

The man at the doorway handed Clark the bottle and stepped right up to Matt.

“ 'I guess I will take the Suppressor' What?" He demanded. Matt straightened up.

“I guess I will take the Suppressor, Sir." Matt repeated loud enough for everyone to hear.

Felix then patiently waited his turn in the sequential progression into the observation post and took his Suppressor. Once everyone was inside, he met up with John and they both began walking towards the square wooden structure near the one far end of the observation post.

“Hey guys, wait up a bit." They heard Jacob's familiar voice come from behind them, just as John was about to open the double doors and then pause.

“Sure, Jacob. What can we do for you?" Felix asked.

“Mind if I share this chamber with you two. Sam seems to have disappeared again."

Both brothers just looked at each other and shrugged.

“Sure." They replied in unison, before all three went inside.

“I need to ask a couple questions." Jacob mentioned after closing the doors and setting his back pack down on one of the two benches inside.

“Such as..." John suggested, as the brothers sat down and began unlacing their boots.

“I think Sam might be up to something." The brothers stopped after one boot came off.

“Like a prank or something?" Felix asked, before taking the other boot off.

“Or something." Jacob replied, as he began removing his boots and pants ahead of the brothers.

Both of them could tell he had been doing this routine a lot longer than them, when seeing him pull his shirt over his head and they were just getting their pants off.

“So where should we start?" John asked after finally getting completely naked with Jacob.

“How about with him breaking years of routine, having me go retrieve the Scribe on my own."

Felix paused halfway through his shirt and briefly peaked his eyes above the collar. Then swiftly yanked it the rest of the way off over his head.

“Any idea where he would have gone instead?"

“He at least told me that much. He said he had rather pressing business to discuss with Hank. Lewis and Trent's dad. The fact that it was something that really could not wait, is what struck me as odd. I'm not worried or anything. Just curious. Any ideas?"

All three naked men proceeded with the ritual of stepping into the chamber and triggering the process with touching the orange organic walls.

“Maybe he wanted additional personal details about the brothers." John suggested

The organic splitting sound echoed through the chamber.

“Something possibly more personal for him and nothing to do with a prank." Felix Added.

The men watched the tendrils descend.

“Pretty much my own assumptions as well. Just needed to check on possibilities I may have missed and didn't want to leave out any unexplored ones. Been asking around with everyone and pretty satisfied with the results." Jacob admitted.

He then began guiding the proper thicker tendrils to their destinations on his body, while watching the Nomad brothers do the same. No one said anything else after that and simply let themselves get fully attached, as they became fully suspended and the chamber began the servicing process. Their session didn't last all that long and soon they were back on their feet. Jacob was released and free first, so he volunteered to go retrieve the fresh towels. By the time he returned, John and Felix were free as well. The brothers decided to add more to the conversation.

“We saw Sam out in the woods this morning." John started.

“After we finished picking mushrooms." Felix resumed.

“Apparently he was spying on Lewis and Trent."

“While they were both plowing some man ass."

“Pretty sure he had been watching the whole time."

“Yeah. He even made the comment about it being worth beating off to."

“So where in the woods did you spot him?" Jacob asked while walking back to the entrance.

“Just outside the base camp." John answered, after approaching a bench.

“Long distance from Hank's farm. I guess he spent the night there." Jacob assessed.

“So, you left to pick up the Scribe last night?" Felix asked and walked towards John.

“We wanted to make sure he was coming today and there were no changes or interruptions that would prevent him from getting here." Jacob answered, as he began getting dressed.

“So you managed to travel in between anchors at night without incident?" John asked.

“It was Sam's idea and grateful it worked."

Both Nomad brothers looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows.

“Out with it." Jacob noticed, as he began sliding on his pants.

The brothers proceeded to get their shirt and pants on, before speaking again.

“We thought the only way one could achieve safe night passage in between the anchors, was via Other escort..." John started, as he sat down and began lacing his boots.

“...or traveling with someone like the Fun Girls and have transport that is armed." Felix finished, as he finally sat down and began lacing his boots as well.

“Maybe an Other was keeping an eye on me and preferred to stay hidden." Jacob suggested.

Both brothers finished and got back on their feet, before looking at each other and nodded.

“Okay then. This string of questions certainly went an unexpected direction."

Everyone laughed softly and gathered their back packs, before proceeding out of the chamber and back into the observation post. They spotted Sam and the Scribe, then walked towards them.

“Looks like Sam reappeared." John starts.

“Then shared a chamber with the Scribe." Felix finishes.

“At least that is normal or routine enough." Jacob comments.

The brothers let some distance fall between them and Jacob, then spotted Clark and Matt emerge from a chamber. Both seemed to be okay again.

“Looks like we have confirmation that Matt is slowly coming around." John comments.

“Taking cock up the ass again is just beyond the horizon." Felix quips.

Both brothers snicker and quickly get silenced by Sam's raised voice.

“Okay. Listen up team." Sam announces loud enough for everyone nearby to hear him.

They quietly walk towards the wide open end of the observation post, with Clark and Matt close behind them and gather around the squad leader.

“You already know the rather unique nature of this assignment. Everyone gave us all the information they had back at the base camp." Jacob adds and with an approving nod from the Scribe, takes a leather bond 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 Scribe, 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. He stops occasionally and his eyes get a little big, then he quickly flips to the next page. Clark is looking over his shoulder and chuckles at the spots where Matt pauses, then becomes increasingly frustrated and sighs with exasperation. Matt eventually stops and thrusts the open book over towards the twins.

“How about you two hold onto this thing and turn the pages for us, while the rest of us just collaborate with you on exactly what it is we are supposed to be seeing on some of these pages. I mean some of that shit looks and reads like some weird fantasy of a bored sheltered boy, who has a overactive imagination and very little contact with people." Matt comments bluntly.

Trent takes the book and flips back to the front and then slowly moves through the pages. Everyone contributes and try to collectively make since out of the more odd entries and descriptions. Sometimes the pictures and diagrams make things more confusing or weird or both. Many comments manage to reach a volume level loud enough for Jacob, Sam and the Scribe to hear.

“Wait, that part of the plant does what again?"

“Just how strong are those tree vines?"

“Looks like that one takes physical hits personally."

“Those leaves is something I am definitely avoiding."

“The Others actually do this with the plant?"

“Nope. That thing is going nowhere near me."

“Anyone favor a long nap?"

“Wonder where so much of that comes from?"

“At least that thing doesn't try to eat you."

The Nomad brothers were having difficulty staying focused on the things in the book and simply hovered in place while nodding along. Something about the things in the Scribe's journal felt familiar to them in an odd way. They briefly looked up at each other and didn't have to say a word, to know basically what the other one was thinking. Things would happen and none of them would be the same after this excursion. Once everyone got over their initial reaction and talked out the difficult details, Trent closed the journal and handed it back to Matt. He threw his hands up in front of him and shook his head, while slowly backing away. Clark sighs in exasperation and takes the journal himself.

“Your dad certainly knew a lot of... interesting things." Clark comments while handing the journal back to the Scribe over the shoulder. A smirk was the only response given to Clark.

“Typical." Came Matt's muffled observation.

John and Felix turned towards him and smirked.

“What? Don't tell me you are not getting a weird feeling about this assignment." Matt accused.

“Relax. We re not denying anything..." John starts.

“....and getting the same feeling buddy." Felix finishes.

“...and now getting more creepy. Looks like it is showtime." Matt adds and points to Sam, who has his hands in the air and waving for everyone to gather near him again.

“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."

John gives the Scribe a pat on the shoulder and nods his head towards Felix, whom already began walking slowly out into the rolling mist over the trail. The man just nods and follows, as everyone else falls in place behind him. By the time everyone had cleared the invisible threshold, between the outside and inside of the observation post, Felix had stepped off the trail and was carefully picking his way along a path that was obviously created by a roaming deer. John gives the Scribe another tap, before pulling out one of the beacons and hands it to him, while pointing at the nearby tree. The man smiles back at John, before doing as Sam instructed. A couple firm shakes and the ball begins to glow, before he wraps and secures the strap around the small tree trunk. Movement along the trail was understandably slow and soon each group of three excursion party members began engaging in quiet private banter. Felix and John took this opportunity to learn more about their half Nomad companion and see how much they had in common. Each of them would also take turns securing a beacon, while also making sure everyone stepped carefully along the trail.

“Hey Scribe. Your dad knew a lot of cool and interesting stuff about the wilderness. How much of it did you get to explore with him?" John asks while securing a beacon.

“About half of what is in the journal. The things that are less weird."

“How often did you guys go out into the wilderness?" Felix asked when it was his turn.

“Every day. Sometimes at night."

“Really?" Both asked in unison, as the Scribe secured a beacon.

“Yeah. Come to think of it. The trips shifted and more became night trips as I got older."

“The wilderness is really beautiful at night." John comments.

“Especially when the moon is out and everything has this silver like shine to it." Felix adds.

“Mind if I ask something guys?" The Scribe asks.

“Sure." Both encouraged.

“Do you guys go out into the wilderness naked as much as possible? I know it's not exactly a common thing, but it simply felt right when doing the trips with dad. He was the one that encouraged me to experience that with him. Dad said it was the way all Nomads experienced and appreciated the wilderness. It was the way things were supposed to be."

“We more or less found this out on our own and started doing it ourselves." John admitted.

“Still do it to this day and don't regret a single moment either." Felix added.

“That's right. You mentioned back at the base camp you were raised in a Anchor. So, you guys had to find out about some things on your own." The Scribe observes.

“But we made sure we had fun finding those things out." John Started.

“Otherwise, the more different stuff would have ended up being awkward." Felix finished.

“You know what, I was having serious reservations about taking this excursion trip."

“Really?" Came another response in unison.

“Well yeah. Consider first how dangerous the previous excursions had been for Scribes."

“We heard about those from other rangers." John admitted.

“A couple were rather messy." Felix added.

“So yeah. There was that and not knowing how new people would treat me."

“Oh yeah. The whole thing with you having our eyes..."

“...and stunning hair." both brothers snickered.

“Ha ha." The Scribe chided.

“We totally get the whole outsider thing..." John started.

“...and have your back, should people give you shit about being like us." Felix added.

“Thanks guys. I really appreciate that."

Both Nomad brothers then moved in and gave him a long hug. The scribe accepted it and then pulled away, to check his pack real quick. At this point, John and Felix did the same. All three then realized just how far the hike had carried them, by the sign that all three packs were empty of their beacons.

“Let's stop here and then I will back track to Sam and get more beacons." The Scribe offered.

Although the mist seemed to somehow be getting denser, he could still see the Nomad brothers nod of confirmation clear enough. Everyone eyes began to glow a little, right when the mist grew denser, but nobody bothered to say anything and the Scribe just shrugged before proceeding to walk back towards the previous beacon. A strong draft briefly blew across the deer path and the brothers briefly braced against it, with hopes it would thin the mist back out and allow them to see the Scribe better. Instead it made the mist a lot thicker and soon they completely lost sight of both him and the glowing beacons back down the path.

“Now what? We just can't let him keep going with no way to see the path." John points out.

“Considering we were not spaced all that far apart. I'm sure in a moment we will see something again and it will either be the beacons or the sight of him returning with more of them. Maybe both."

“Both would be preferred. The deer trails along these slopes can be tricky."

“Tell you what. We will wait a little longer and then go after him." Felix suggests.

“Maybe the mist will clear up a little too." John adds.

“So what is with this stuff? I don't want to be one to sound like I believe half of the camp fire stories, but this mist is behaving a bit weird."

“Something is different about it. I noticed that you and the Scribe's eyes were glowing a little, in reaction to whatever is in it. I bet mine are glowing as well."

“Yeah they are and is proving handy right now for seeing you better."

“This stuff gets any thicker, your eyes is all I will be seeing."

“The mist gets any thicker and we will start to choke on this cinnamon smell it has."

“I was beginning to wonder if I was the only one that noticed that."

“You by any chance notice the other thing too?"

“You mean the fact my dick is throbbing pretty hard, as if we never took the suppressor at all?"

“Yup."

“So what gives? I defective batch?"

“Maybe."

“Well regardless of what happened with the Suppressors, I think we need to do something about the developing problem in our pants and keep comfortable." John suggests.

“Yeah. Not a fan of walking and getting my hard cock pinched at the same time." Felix admits.

“We can loose the pants for now, but should keep the boots on."

“Sounds like a plan."

Both drop down to a knee and begin unlacing their boots. The strong draft finally let up, but the mist showed no sign of getting thinner. They paused briefly and then shrugged, as they both proceeded to unlace their other boot. John got back up on his feet first, while his brother helped steady him for getting the boots and pants off without incident. Once his brother had successfully got his boots back on, Felix then took his turn with getting stripped down and more comfortable. Both helped stow each other's folded pants in their back packs and then did a quick stomping routine, to insure the boots were back on properly and then nodded at each other with approval.

“You know what. I'm taking my cock out and let it breath a bit. Maybe I won't notice the throbbing so much, like the way it is now inside my under shorts." John volunteers.

“I was thinking of doing the same thing. Mine is even beginning to drip a bit." Felix admits.

“I noticed that with mine as well."

“Probably safe to say the Suppressors we got were definitely a bad batch."

Both snicker as they pull down the waist band of their under wear, letting their cocks slide out of the pouch and bob freely in the open air. They also begin to notice that the Scribe had now been gone a little longer than it should have taken to retrieve more beacons.

“Since our honored guest is taking his own sweet time getting back to us, want to discuss the letter left behind with our mushrooms earlier this morning?" John asks.

“You kind of read my mind. Been thinking about that the entire excursion." Felix admits.

“What is the deal with having us meet two wolves?"

“Perhaps they are who our excursion team is supposed to meet."

“Since we are treading through unknown terrain with such low visibility, it would be the sensible thing to do."

“At this point, I would welcome the sight of the wolves and then see if they would help us find the other excursion team members."

“I think maybe we have waited long enough and should go with the prearranged backup plan, discussed last night during the assignment briefing". John shakes his head a bit and reaches behind him into his pack, to retrieve a compass. Felix notices this and does the same.

“Agreed. The others are probably doing the same as we speak."

Both begin turning until the needle lines up with True North, then look the direction the second mark points towards.

“Well look at that brother. The mark actually points further along the trail. What little of it we can see at our feet anyway."

“After you." Felix offers.

They begin to make their way slowly along the deer trail and make sure their compasses remained turned, to keep the needle on True North. Just ahead of them, their ears pick up the sound of twigs being snapped and something brushing past some leaves.

“Care to flip a coin and guess who that could be?" John quips.

“Cute. No coins on me. Let's just keep going." Felix returns.

Both brothers then stop again and look down, while shaking their heads briefly. They were beginning to loose a little of their mental clarity. John looks up and is sure he spotted two vague dark shapes further up the trail. He gives Felix a tap on the chest behind him and points ahead of him, as his brother raises his head back up. The vague shapes quickly disappear into the dense mist.

“I didn't just imagine that did I? There was actually someone ahead of us?" John asks.

“I saw them too or at least think I saw the same thing." Felix confirms.

“We should see if we can catch up to them."

“Just watch out for those tricky turns these trails sometimes have."

John simply nods and then takes his brother's hand in his own, before resuming along the trail. The rest of the walk was relatively quiet and interrupted only by the brothers checking with each other, during one false sighting after another. Their mental clarity was also beginning to progressively fade, as it began working against them in combination with the increased mist density. At one point, they thought they actually saw the clear outline of the two horses they met earlier. They could have even swore both were just ahead on the trail and looking right back at them, stroking their flared dripping equine shafts. Then a brief strong breeze blew right at them, causing the mist to swirl and swallow the equine mirages up. The brothers began thinking about the previous night and the amazing experience they had under the moon light. At this point, they stopped checking their compasses and simply kept following the trail. Their thoughts were drifting so much from the task itself, that they barely noticed the incline of the trail level off and the trail itself change to a path wide enough for a wagon to use. The further they walked and the more of the cinnamon air they breathed into their lungs, the more they wanted those horse cocks in their mouths again. John and Felix had become so distracted by the revisited memory of the horses, they didn't even notice the path itself open into a large clearing or the two large figures approach them. Not sure as to believe these were any more real then the previous mirages, both brothers decided to stop walking this time and simply let these new ones approach them instead. These two were very difficult to see and it was like they completely blended in with the surrounding mist. Their request was soon granted, as the two large figures walked right up to them and ran a large hand over their heads. They seemed to look a lot like the horses and even had the pointy ears, but it was a mystery as to why they looked so much like shadows. Aside from this the Nomad brothers cared about nothing else, but to nurse on their cocks and drink that amazing sex syrup.

“Looks like the excursion team finally arrived brother." The one black figure observed.

“Well. Part of them anyway." The other black figure added.

The large hands lowered and began caressing the chins of the men sensually. John and Felix simply smiled and kept looking off into empty space, showing no recognition of the attached claws gliding through their beards.

“Hopefully the rest of them found safe passage to other members of our mountain community."

“We should know soon enough one way or another."

The large hands then moved behind the men's heads and slowly pulled them forward. The severely lust fogged minds of the brothers only registered the basic shape of a cock. They cared nothing about the fact it had no flared head and a pointed tip instead. Their lips simply parted and excepted the warm throbbing lubed presence, as it made it's way into their mouths and across their tongues. Both reached up with their hands and gripped the furred ass cheeks of the two dark figures, then leveraged themselves and began moving their heads up and down the slick leaking shafts.

“So nice to feel such a eager small mouth around my cock again."

“We should remember to thank those two horses later."

Both of the black pointed eared figures chuckled and then moaned, as they felt the human tongues begin to massage the underside of their canine shafts.

“Don't forget to pace yourself."

“Oh, I plan on saving the best for later."

“You think they can handle our knots?"

“They look to be old enough and they obviously are of Nomad blood."

“Should we later include the other one we saw with them earlier?"

“We will let the bull have him and maybe later knot his ass."

“After the visit to the Saturation Chamber of course."

“Of course."

Throughout the conversation between the two wolves, the brothers barely registered a single word spoken. All that mattered to them was nursing as much of the sex syrup out of the canine cocks as their bellies would hold. The wolves hear the first gurgle come from the men's bellies.

“That would be our cue to move things along and get them properly knotted."

“Sounds good to me brother."

Both wolf men grip the heads of the Nomad brothers and stall their milking head movement, then gave them a little tug back, while looking them right in the eyes.

“What do you say cubs?." One starts.

“Want to get more of this warm stuff in our balls inside your belly faster?" The other one adds.

“All you have to do is sit in our laps..."

“...while our knotted cocks simply fill you until your bellies grow round with sex syrup."

“Maybe fill you even more."

“That is, if you think you are up to it and can handle it."

John and Felix let their lips slide off the canine cocks and swallowed audibly.

“Yes. Please fill us." John answers.

“Fill us as full as you want." Felix adds.

The black wolves give the men pats on the head and then lead them further into the clearing towards two large shade trees next to each other. The mist was a little thinner in the clearing and permitted a little more visibility. John and Felix took this moment and looked their hosts up and down. Aside from having the heads and fur of wolves, these wolf men looked just like a man that was twice their size. They behaved quite different from ones told in the stories around camp fires. The wolf men then proceeded to help them with removing their back packs and the rest of their clothes. More demonstration of their lacking knowledge manifested in the form of watching the wolves fold their clothes and store them within the back packs for the brothers.

“Now that we have taken care of that. Let's see about taking care of this." The Nomad brothers were told, as large clawed hands patted their bellies.

Both wolves sat down cross legged on the grass under a tree and then held out an inviting arm towards the men. The brothers proceeded to place their hand within the large clawed hand and marveled at the restraint used, when it gently closed on them. With their backs to the wolf men, they were slowly guided and maneuvered to spread their legs, straddling the black furred lap below them. The clawed hands then gently gripped their hips, as the men began lowering their asses towards the exposed dripping canine cocks they had nursed only moments ago. Felix bobbles a little and nearly falls forward onto his face. Everyone has a good chuckle over the mishap and the Nomad brother is helped back up onto his feet by the one wolf man. Meanwhile John resumes his slow guided descent down and moans as the slick canine cock begins to open him up. The moment the tip touches and glides across his prostate, he gasps and moans some more. After recovering from his bobble, Felix just stands and watches in amazement, as inch after inch of the slick canine cock slowly disappears into his brother. The wolf man then flexes his arms and helps to raise John back up a little, before letting him slowly drop down again. The motion is repeated a few more times and the man even helps by leveraging himself with hands firmly planted on the big forearms of the wolf man. Then just as Felix finally gets himself maneuvered back into place and begins his first descent down onto slick canine cock, he hears a rather audible wet pop and his brother let out a loud surprised gasp, followed by loud moaning. He looks over and sees his brother sitting all the way down in the black wolf's lap, while convulsing slightly and releasing a big load of cum out of his cock. The wolf man cradles him with large warm furred arms and licks him tenderly on the cheek, as John rides out his orgasm.

“Looks like someone really enjoyed that knot popping into him." The wolf man tells Felix, while helping him begin the same up and down prepping process.

The Nomad brother couldn't help but have the same initial reaction, when the canine cock first entered him and glided across his own prostate. For some reason, there was only some discomfort with accommodating the thick canine cock sliding into him and quickly got used to it's presence inside him. He wanted more and braced himself, as he plunged down one more time and felt that large bulbous tissue pop into him. His reaction was the same as John and couldn't help but cum himself.

“He's so big, but it feels so good." Were the next words finally uttered by Felix, as he sat there reclined against the wolf man knotted inside him.

A big warm tongue grazes his face, as big furred arms wrap around him. He simply sits there and enjoys the feeling of comfortably having something so big and warm inside him. Then there was the throbbing and pulsing. It was getting stronger and he was beginning to get warmer in the belly. He then heard his own belly begin to gurgle and moved his hands down, discovering that it had begun to expand a little. The big furred arms them moved away and assumed a flanking position at his sides, with hands planted on the knees. He was now sitting in and being filled by a living comfy chair. The filling sensation then continued and soon his hands felt clear defined signs that the syrup was having no trouble moving through his guts, as the belly itself was getting quite rounded. He moan again with satisfaction and allowed his head to lay back against the chest of the wolf man inside him.

“That's it... bro. Just sit and... enjoy him... filling you." Came the broken words of John.

Felix turned his head and looked past the black furred arm, at a brother that now had a very pronounced gurgling round belly and a throbbing cock making a persistent wet slapping noise. He had never seen his brother produce so much precum in his life. Not to mention the precum itself looked different. Like...

“Are you cumming again?" He asked to confirm what he was thinking.

“Close. So... full." Came more broken words, interrupted by John's moans.

“Uhm, your cock is now leaking the same way as..." A gurgling sound cuts off the line.

His brother began belching a little and a strong maple scent began hovering in the air around him and the wolf man knotted inside his round belly. Eventually they locked gazes with each other, but Felix was sure that his brother was not seeing him at all and simply staring out into blank space. He had this absolutely peaceful and content look on his face, as Felix spotted a familiar thick clear substance begin to roll out of the open slack mouth of his brother. He was failing to find the proper words.

“John. You OK?" Was all he could say.

“He is fine. Soon you will be filled just as full and also be at a loss for words of how good it feels to experience such exquisite pleasure." The wolf man filling him assured.

True to those words, the ambient warmth filling his body and the syrup filling his belly, was beginning to feel really good. He could try to describe it better, but there really was no words. Felix simply turned his head to face forward again and then closed his eyes, to properly savor the experience he knew was coming next for him. Felix rubbed his swelling belly and hummed softly to himself. The moment didn't last for very long and was soon interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. He opens his eyes again to see a pleasant surprise.

“Oh shit. One of them got the Scribe." Felix looks right at him and chuckles.

The Scribe himself was being carried in the arms of what could best be described as a bull version of the wolf man knotted inside of him. The bull man approaches and then lowers the Scribe onto his feet right in front of Felix. The Scribe approaches and is being mindful of the swelling belly, while slowly reaching out with a hand to touch it. Felix simply nods and then grabs it, before placing it on his belly's firm rounded surface. He spots the expression developing on the Scribe's face, when feeling the movement of the syrup through the belly and pretty much guesses what he is about to ask.

“I'm not pregnant. That is just the stuff moving through me, as more gets pumped into me by the wolf that is stuck in me." Felix lightheartedly corrects.

“Stuck in you. Wait. You mean his cock has a..." The Scribe begins.

“...yup. It is so big, but feels so amazing. It never stops throbbing against my prostate. In fact it is taking serious effort just to keep my thoughts coherent enough to talk with you right now."

Felix then leans his head back and moans. It feels like he is cumming again. But this time the feeling is somehow more potent and excessively drawn out. His cock then twitches and begins releasing a steady stream of the same clear stuff filling him. He manages to somehow gain some mental clarity and brings his head back up, with the same far off glazed look in his eyes that his brother had.

“I'm loosing it and will soon be joining John. Come join us Scribe and let that sexy bull man fill you up the same way." Felix invites and encourages, with lust in his voice.

The gurgling sounds inside him soon become more audible and he belches, filing the air around him with the same strong maple smell. He then lets the Scribe's hand go and completely leans back limp against the wolf man.

“So... full." Was Felix's last words.

At first he thought he was about to throw up, but the sensation soon turned to pleasure and he felt no burning. The syrup had already successfully filled his guts and stomach, with only one destination left to travel. He belched a couple more times, then the gurgling sound began to echo out of his mouth. Then a steady stream of the same syrup filling him began flowing out of his open slack mouth. The wolf man gives him more tender licks on his cheek, then reclines his head back and closes his eyes, while humming softly and contently. The bull man approaches the Scribe from behind and kneels down, before giving him a gentle hug from behind. The Scribe himself finally lets his hand fall away from Felix's gurgling rounded belly.

“Now it's your turn boy, but I have something a little different in mind. Come." The bull man suggests, before breaking the hug and getting back up on his feet. He then gives the Scribe a gentle nudge with his hand to walk with him. They both walk out of the clearing and disappear into the dense mist beyond it.

E P I L O G U E

The wolf men allowed themselves to remain seated and knotted to the Nomad brothers long enough to enjoy some quiet banter with each other. Their quiet conversation was soon interrupted by the unmistakable sound of hooves hitting the ground. The dense mist beyond the clearing soon parted and revealed two familiar horse men materializing, carrying a man with a bloated belly each. It was time. The Shire carefully laid a dozing Lewis down against a nearby tree, then began helping each of the wolf men strategically detach from the Nomad brothers. They were slow and gentle with the transition from knotted canine cock to butt plug and managed to get only a gurgle as the response from either man. Once the wolf men were on their feet and had the nomad brothers securely cradled in their arms, the Shire checked the butt plug on Lewis and then lifted him back up into his arms. With nods of confirmation to each other, all four proceeded to walk out of the clearing and into the dense mist beyond. The next stop was the Saturation Chamber.