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JUNGLE FEVER: LOST

This situation did not make sense to him, but was also nothing to get worried about either. He picked the same direction, that he chose with the manual compass that brought him to the flower, then decided to walk onward that way. Cameron kept watching the flower that harassed him and decided to keep looking at it, while giving it much more space and walked on past the huge prehistoric size tree behind it. He quickly found what looked like an actual trail in the loam and wondered what sort of animal made it. Then his gut began to gurgle in an odd way and motivated him to look around for a decent size bush to duck behind. Before his feet even moved in that direction, he heard someone or something. More like felt it in his head, in a weird way. The presence felt… a little... chipper.

[Ah ah ah. No need to do that. I already have it taken care of for you. That gurgling was just me getting adjusted to my new home inside you. You shouldn't be experiencing anymore moments like that. You will still need to release liquid and kindly don't freak out on me, when you see it is now blue and glows a little. Doesn't mean anything is wrong with you. Just some minor biological changes]

Cameron abruptly felt very exposed and vulnerable, as he completely froze in mid step and his survival instincts kicked in hard.

[Yeah. Expected that from a soldier and can assure you there is no danger. Just think about it. I am really inside you and strategically in a rather vulnerable spot. If I was actually the enemy, this conversation would be going in a completely different direction. You're making me tense as well… so can you please relax now]

Cameron maintained his stance, but exhaled.

“Who or what are you? Why are you… inside me?"

[You may call me Solan. I am your chosen Companion. I didn't choose this by the way. The Forest did. Your little mess has briefly caused same pain and unfortunate loss. I was asked to approach you and establish a line of communication between human and plant]

“Well Solan. Who is the Forest and couldn't they have chosen a more… practical… means to communicate, besides sending forth an envoy and then shoving them up my ass?"

[Don't be so dense. The forest is exactly what you see, as well as what you crashed through and part of what your awkward machine just burned to a crisp. There is more to having me… shoved up your ass… than the planned open communication. But that is the initial purpose, in light of the immediate damaging circumstances]

Cameron finally relaxed more and stood squarely straight up on his feet, before putting hands on his hips and looking down at his feet, before sighing with exasperation.

“There is not much that can be done about the burnt trees. Disasters happen."

[Yes. Death does happen. How about we get to the crashed machine and see about preventing more death. All Forest is precious to my creators. Just like all human life is precious to some of you]

“Some?"

[You're a soldier. The purpose is obvious to the Forest. But it doesn't mean your purpose can't be changed, when needed. That is eventually what was decided with the animals that live here now]

“No offense... but I think the giant green bird, that wrecked the machine and killed most of my friends in mid air, would disagree with you and the Forest."

[The Green Eagles are an unfortunate situation we are struggling to get under control and one the Forest is hoping you humans can help it resolve soon]

“One little problem at a time."

[Yes. The crashed machine]

“Maybe a pointless question, but can anyone else around me hear you?"

[No. This communication is directly and strictly between two entities physically connected to each other. I am literally speaking to you right through your own nervous system. We are technically a symbiotic pair now]

“I think I know enough about this situation for the moment. How about I… or… we see what can be done at the crash site of the machine."

[Agreed. Carry on. I will just silently observe for now]

“Thank you, Solan."

[My pleasure]

Cameron quickly checked himself before even thinking or making a quirky humorous comment about pleasure. That was something best left for a later conversation. He then resumed his original direction and soon began to smell traces of smoke, that slightly burned his nose. Electrical fire. Definitely getting closer to the crashed transport. The path up ahead then began to get brighter in illumination, but also acquire an unwelcome secondary light source. Cameron stepped around some charred chunks from the hull of the transport, then stopped and stared beyond the break in the jungle foliage. The downed aircraft itself cut a wide short trench into the ground right in front of him, while it's spinning motion and the explosion had transformed the surrounding area into a shallow crater. Charred chunks and standing trees defined the crater edge. He spotted what was left of some large dead animal in the distance. Cameron looked around at the dirt and took a couple of test steps, to see where it was safe to put his bare feet.

[Mind if I offer some help?]

“Aside from basic advice, I don't see how you could be of much use inside me."

[I'm confident I can still help. But, I need you to stay as calm as possible while I do it]

“What. You can somehow make me float or fly over this serrated metal minefield?"

[I actually do have a way of protecting you from the metal. Now, like I said, stay calm]

“Sure. We need to get to the transport and retrieve some stuff to put out the fire, before it starts to spread and burn more trees. I don't think either one of us favors that happening."

[Agreed. Alright. Here we go]

Cameron felt subtle movement deep inside his gut, then a sliding sensation as something moved all along the inside walls of his colon and over his prostate. The presence was warm to the touch and had a growing aesthetic to how it felt. He groaned a little in response to the prostate stimulation and briefly wondered if he was shitting while standing up. But this felt different and he simply trusted the advice of a thing that could have easily killed him in a very messy and embarrassing way.

“So are coming out of me?"

[Not necessary. I have now consumed sufficient raw material to begin growing. I can't grow too much, but enough to help your exposed feet and legs for now]

“Sufficient raw materi-… oh. Yeah."

[Don't make it complicated. It's just simple biology. Your body doesn't need it, but mine does. Now get ready for this next part and kindly don't grab at me on reflex… if you can help it]

Cameron then felt a familiar goo presence then move past his anal entrance and outward through his butt cheeks. It had the same soft feel as the initial goo that plastered him earlier, but the same dense presence as the secondary batch that covered and restrained him. He then felt it spread and move over his ass, as it then came around and met right above his cock. It then continued to expand and spread downwards across his crotch and thighs, before continuing downward past his knees and shins. Once it got past his ankles, it covered his feet and effortlessly got under them, while pushing the loose dirt away from the skin. Cameron simply stood and watched in utter amazement, as the transparent goo first covered his lower half, then gently hugged his body and conformed to it's contours. It was like wearing a thick thermal diving suit, but it felt a lot closer to him and he could actually feel the ground under his feet through it.

[Just another little adjustment and we can then proceed into the crash site]

The goo then rapidly turned opaque and acquired a camouflage color pattern with green splotches, before extending and forming actual black claws beyond his toes.

[There. Adequate protection and traction assist… if I do say so myself]

Cameron twisted his torso around and looked his new living suit over thoroughly.

“Not bad. Where did you get the information for something so exact?"

[From your memory, while you were sleeping]

“That's a little creepy, but appreciate your attention to detail. Having claws would have definitely been handy on diving suits."

[Well, they are definitely needed here. I could feel how loose that dirt was under your feet, the moment you took those test steps]

“You actually felt that too?"

[I can sense everything you can sense. We are bonded and exist symbiotically now]

“More to add to that later conversation. Now let's go see what is left of the aircraft."

[Yes. Carry on]

Cameron chuckled to himself and stepped carefully down the loose sloping dirt of the carved rut and was pleasantly surprised to see the suit gave him independent toe movement, that proved useful for flexing the claws and digging into the loose surface. Once the ground leveled off, he proceeded towards the smoking huge black half-buried stretched hexagonal form of the downed transport. The four engines and attaching struts were gone. As he got closer, one could see where one was brutally ripped off the machine while still in midair and the other three simply snapped off upon impact. One could also see the remaining hull was resting partially on it's upward sloping side and displayed a huge gaping jagged hole, where the roof and gun turret use to be on it.

The end with the flight cabin was buried in the dirt that had piled up and flowed over the craft during the slide to it's resting place, while the back end was facing him and displayed bay doors that had been swung open. He was relieved to see that the craft itself was no longer on fire and simply resting in place. The burnt electrical smell was still coming from the wreckage and that meant that the transport was still getting power. Cameron slowed to a walk and cautiously approached the open bay doors, before stopping and squinting to peer into the smoke shrouded cargo bay itself. He coughed and felt his eyes sting a little, as he fanned his hand at the smoke drifting into his face.

[Hold on. Let's get the rest of you protected, before you go in there]

Before Cameron could say anything, he felt that movement across his prostate and audibly moaned this time in response. The goo suit's edge resting at his waste expanded and moved upward over his torso, then over his shoulders and down his arms. Once it finished covering his hands, it manifested another set of black claws for the fingers.

[I feel like I am repeating myself, but please don't grab at me with this next part]

The goo then continued to expand up his neck, before sliding across the surface of his head.

[Close your eye and take a quick deep breathe]

The substance then finished covering his face and inserted itself into his nostrils, in the form of two lubricated tendrils. They stopped at the end of his nasal passages and expanded to line it, as fresh air was then pumped through them. Cameron immediately responded and began breathing again, before shaking his head a little as the goo pushed into his ear canals a little.

[Relax. It's not going all the way in. Only as far as… what do you humans call those tiny listening things… ear buds? I think that's right. It will only go in that far. Good, you stopped shaking your head. Don't open your eyes yet. Need to make two adjustments. You should be hearing things outside soon and actually in a better way. Oh, when you do open your eyes, there will be something slightly obstructing your lower view. Just a muzzle that functionally helps with your breathing and proper filtering of the hostile air inside that machine. Unfortunately this means you won't be able to talk through it, but that is a feature we can work on later. When you do hear again, it will seem different. That is because it will be through actual canine ears mounted on top. You will also be able to feel through those and actually control them like they are your own ears. Okay. Just turned the part over your eyes transparent for proper viewing again. Feel free to look yourself over and give advice about what you think needs adjusting further. Don't forget to talk softer too]

“Like this you mean?" Cameron attempted at what was almost a whisper.

[Not quite that low. A little higher will be fine]

“There. How is that?"

[That will do]

“Whoa."

[What?]

“You were not kidding about the ears. It's a little weird, but also kind of neat."

[I'm glad you approve. How is the viewing range?]

Cameron finally opened his eyes and moved them around.

“Maybe adjust the outside edge back a little, for better peripheral vision."

[Adjusting now]

He felt the goo resting right at the edge of his eye sockets shift a little, as the transparent ovals over them stretched further towards his ears horizontally.

“Yeah. That's better. Okay. Time to go inside."

[Here. You will find this handy]

Cameron saw the smoke in front of him suddenly become a lot thinner.

“Where… How?"

[Polarization. No more solid looking illusion created by the light reflecting off the airborne particles. I can make it completely disappear, but thought you might want some to remain]

“Thanks. It really does help. Now to find some distinct red canisters."

Cameron proceeded to walk on into the cargo bay and thoroughly looked over every inch of it. Along the way, he found two canisters and they were still unused. After taking them back to the open bay doors, he moved onto the flight cabin through it's open sliding access door. He paused at the threshold and took note of it being slightly misaligned and was jammed open. Something extremely strong had forced it into that position. Although the cabin itself was still receiving minimum power and had the overhead recessed lights on, the reference screens were all dead. Then there was the more obvious visual feature, in the form of every inch of it being coated in clear goo. Cameron glanced down and saw multiple shell casings scattered all over the floor through the transparent substance. Here and there were discarded sidearms.

“You wouldn't happen to know what happened to the flight cabin crew? Would you?"

[Considering the Forest has an active Sentry network. I might have an idea. They weren't killed or harmed, I can assure you that. Just contained in much the same manner as you earlier this morning. Considering they actually opened fire on the Sentries, means they have also been taken away to the Garden for… what is the proper word for it… assessment]

“So they are at least alive. Good. How far away is the Garden?"

[Pretty far. It would take us a whole day to get there]

“You can assure me they are not being harmed?"

[You have my word Cameron. I can call you that, yes?]

“Cam will do just fine."

[Cam it is]

“Okay. Priorities. The surrounding fire doesn't look too bad and those two canisters outside should have enough super condensed solution to extinguish all of it. They certainly felt full when I lifted and carried them. Then once we take care of that, we move onto the next priority. My missing team mates. I don't want any input about them yet, that you and the Forest may already know. I kind of already have an idea. Let's just focus on saving the remaining trees and then go find them."

[The trees it is. I also may have an idea, to help the effort in of itself be more effective. But that can wait until we get to the first tree]

Cameron took one last look at the cabin, then reached over to the one wall and smashed a glass panel with a bright yellow diagonal line border. The lit orange letters over it said POWER.

[Why did you do that?]

Cameron said nothing and reached for the large red flat looped handle, then yanked it out and swiveled it down to a horizontal position. The background hum of the wrecked transport's powered systems quickly died and plunged the flight cabin into excessively dim lighting, save for that pouring into it around him. He then turned around and walked back towards the open hanger doors.

[Oh. Didn't want the machine possibly causing any more fires with it's damaged powered parts]

“Exactly."

Cameron then grabbed the canisters and walked towards the nearby slope, then used the claws of his suit to carefully ascend it towards the nearby burning tree. Once he made it to the top, he felt the suit itself move slightly over the skin of his torso.

[Hand me the two canisters, please]

Two transparent tendrils appeared in front of him and began to curl around the red round objects. Cameron let go and allowed them to be lifted and then moved behind him out of sight. He then felt the abrupt presence of weight on his back and guessed where the canisters were then stored.

[Okay. Give me a moment here to make an adjustment with the arms]

The arms of the suit were next to shift in the same way and a linear bulge, running from shoulder blade to wrist, began forming. At the wrist the bulge thickened a little more, before forming a hole at it's end. He couldn't help but chuckle at the rather obvious reality.

“Saw now we are a walking living fire extinguisher?"

[Correct. Far more effective than… what was that term… firemen?]

“Yes."

[This will be far more efficient and safer. Oh, prepare to feel the suit get a little stiffer. A couple of the fires are pretty bad and you will need proper armor for walking right into them. Don't worry. You will only get a little warm and still be able to move effectively through it. Shall we try the first test of the upgraded equipment?]

“In for a penny. In for a pound."

[Curious answer. But, I will take that as a Yes]

The suit then began to feel stiffer, as Cameron watched it change color and texture to that of tree bark. It came together over the flexing areas in a manner that resembled the overlapping parts of mechanical hinges. He spotted signs of bright green through the gaps and figured it was extra protection at the moving weak points. His whole torso area felt like a mesh of stiff netting, but all he could see were multiple overlapping plates of tree bark. The claws were left intact and became a little bigger, before turning dark brown and acquiring a shiny glossy finish.

[So what do you think?]

“It will do."

[Let's finally put out these annoying fires]

“Agreed."

Cameron then spent the next two hours slowly going around the rim of the formed shallow crater, while putting out the burning remains of each tree. He found movement with the stiffer armored version of the suit, getting progressively easier with each trip between trees. A couple of the trees were mostly intact and required a little climbing, to effectively extinguish all the burning parts. Next he moved outward in the surrounding jungle and sought out scattered burning or smoking fragments. By the time all of the fire was put out, the nozzles at his wrists had trouble extracting any more of the fire retardant substance.

[Well done, Cam. Shall we leave the empty canisters with the wrecked machine and get you back to full flexibility?]

“Not that I didn't enjoy the thrill of walking right through fire unharmed, but it would be nice to be lighter again. We also need to grab one more thing from the wrecked transport. It will be useful for locating my three friends a lot faster."

[I'll leave the armor intact until after we are completely done with the wrecked machine]

“Sensible precaution."

After Cameron arrived back at the downed transport and dropped off the used canisters, he walked back into the open cargo bay and began searching around the general area of the transport seats.

“Found it." He announced, as he reached for a gray box on the wall, in between two open ejection slots, then slid it free of it's safety cage and opened it.

[That looks a lot like what was dissolved back where we initially met]

“It is a spare com pad. In case one is damaged beyond repair. It has it's own separate power source. We can use this to find the other surviving soldiers."

[Wonderful. Give me a moment to generate one on your wrist and then you can connect them and… what is that phrasing you use… upload the program onto it]

Cameron looked down towards his forearm, as the tree bark texture disappeared and the familiar camouflage aesthetic returned, before it acquired a bulge the exact same shape and size as the com panel on it. The rest of the suit soon reverted back as well. After only a few seconds, a fully formed com panel was now on his forearm and ready to be activated. Solan then noticed he was pausing.

[Something wrong? Did I maybe get a feature on the new com panel wrong?]

“No. Our military has strict protocols about duplicating things. The moment this com panel on me goes active, it will immediately flag as illegal and be immediately targeted for elimination."

[You mean…]

“Yes. We will be targeted from very far up in the sky and destroyed."

[Ah. That whole human paranoia thing. I have an idea. The suit can block all transmissions coming and going from your current position. We… upload the program… while the signal is blocked. Then I literally merge the pads together, so they become the same thing. Then I let the new pad transmit the proper way and we should be just fine]

Cameron paused a little longer this time.

“Okay. Let's try it. We really need to find my friends and get back on track with the mission."

[Great. Just simply hold your com panel level and set the other one right on top of it. Then once you see it surrounded by the familiar clear gel, you can let it go]

The spare com panel was then removed from it's protective case, before Cameron went about the process of getting the program uploaded. Once he was done, he did as instructed and held his arm in place. He then watched as the spare com panel slowly turned transparent and then was absorbed into the one on his wrist. Once he was sure the process was over, he did a quick check of the security protocols and saw the merging was successful. He now had a functional legal com panel again and began playing around with the screen a little, as he swiped his fingers across it, to move the map around. Then three pulsing dots finally appeared and looked to be close together. No way of telling if those transport seats were also buried in mud or not, but it was at least a destination.

“Alright. We have a destination at last."

[Splendid. I'm quite eager to meet more of you humans]

“That depends if they are even still near their landing points. But yes, you will get to meet new people." Cameron comments, while walking away from the downed transport. “Don't think I need the dog head anymore."

[Right. One moment]

The part of the suit surrounding the soldier's head collapsed the ears and muzzle, before splitting and then flowing back down his neck. Cameron shook his head briefly, then looked at the com panel one more time, before picking a direction and scaling the shallow crater. He then stopped briefly at the edge of it, as the suit then continued to retract and then move across his exposed body, leaving the com panel behind on his arm. Only a minute had passed, before he found himself completely naked again and the goo had receded back into his ass. Cameron then paused for a moment and looked back at the wreckage, before looking down at himself and noticed his cock beginning to get hard again.

“Solan."

[Yes?]

“We need to have a rather serious conversation now, while we walk to the location of the ejected seats from the transport craft."

[What you just saw is easily explainable in biological terms and…]

“More than that." Cameron politely interrupted. “We also need to discuss what I mentioned earlier, before arriving at the crash site."

[Ah. Very well. Where would you like to start]

Cameron paused for a moment, as he walked forward into the jungle, then remained silent until they were pretty far in.

“How integrated are you with me? I haven't felt quite the same ever since waking back up and have this persistent sensation of carrying extra presence with me. More than just your own body mass buried inside my ass."

[The integration is actually an ongoing process and proceeds slowly by design, giving the host time to fully adjust to a Companion's presence. At the moment, I physically occupy the entire length of your thicker…]

“...intestine?" Cameron offered.

[Yes. Intestine. I also have a central processing conduit running in parallel with your own along the back and into your brain. That is how I am able to sense everything you can at the same time]

“So this also gives you the ability to also read my internal thoughts?"

[Not yet. Only pick up on strong impulses]

“Like earlier when you first spoke?"

[Yes]

“So how far can you or will you integrate with me?"

[Until a part of me occupies everything in your body in some form or another, without replacing what is already there. You as an individual will remain intact. Your own body is still the essential core of our new shared existence and it would be very impractical to replace it, when the body itself works just fine on it's own. I exist in partnership with you to simply enhance it]

“Okay. Nothing I can't get use to. Onto the next thing. Is the jungle itself somehow influencing my progress in this integration? I certainly feel different and more attentive about my more basic impulses. Fortunately, my military training has taught me how to manage that properly. Can only imagine how an everyday citizen would be reacting to the obvious enhanced air I am breathing."

Cameron immediately glanced down at a cock that was still hard.

[This jungle, as you call it, is like a much more integrated and communal version of the destroyed rain forests from the past. The needs of everything here is taken care of more readily and thus no need for restrictions on many things that would otherwise have to be kept contained]

“That answer actually satisfies a few more questions I considered asking you."

[Mind if I ask a rather related question?]

“Sure."

[Why is the sexual behavior of you humans maintained in such a rigid structured way. I can understand why it was even more rigid in the ancient past, but now that your society has progressed beyond that point and become more socially flexible, why isn't the sexual interaction utilized at a higher level and integrated with your daily lives?]

“As you later search my memories of my world more, you will find that sex would actually make things uncomfortably messy for humans in many daily situations. Some of us talk with each other about this and like to entertain a reality more like what I assume exists here. But then we quickly have to remember, that the amount of change to make that happen would only serve to destroy what positive social progress has already been made by humans. There are many people among us that like things the way they are now and use their powerful influence to keep it that way."

[That sounds oppressive]

“For some of us, it is oppressive."

[Thus the reason that you and your family live a rather guarded existence among them?]

Cameron paused for a while and sighed.

“Yes."

[You are concerned about how much the jungle has changed you already and how difficult those changes will be, when taking them back to where you live]

“You picked up on that?"

[It got particularly strong, when you glanced down at your phallus]

“I feel it deep in me and getting stronger."

[It is supposed to get stronger. It was meant to flow out of you and be shared with the entire jungle freely. But more than just the emotion is shared with another here. Knowledge is also shared]

“I'm not sure I follow how having an increased amount of sex leads to one actually learning something from the other person, beyond getting familiar with what does and doesn't make them feel good. That and getting to know just about every inch of their body, if done often enough. If any actual learning does happen, it's after the sex. Sometimes the conversation gets interesting."

[That is not quite what I meant. What you call sex is a very essential component to the community of the jungle. Information is literally exchanged between the participating individuals through the gel itself. Far more efficient than using up energy to power eyes and brain to translate something that should not have to be translated at all. Imagine communicating an experience to another person without talking to them or consume even more valuable resource to compose it into a form understandable by other individuals]

“That sounds a lot like how machines talk to each other and people are not machines."

[People don't have to be machines. Just simply learn as efficiently]

Cameron then spots a large animal in the distance, that looked a lot like a wolf and quickly ducks behind a bush.

[Why did you do that?]

“After having a very unpleasant encounter with the giant birds, I am not too keen on dealing with another wild predator and doing it naked. Especially a wolf." Cameron comments very softly.

[You have me with you now and should you need protection, it can be provided. Besides, you are in no danger down here on the ground. The jungle itself is a community. Plant and animal exist as one here. This actually is an excellent opportunity for that demonstration I just mentioned]

“Okay. First, I am not a resident of your jungle community. With or without you inside me. That makes me a stranger in their territory. Second, I doubt sex is something we should be thinking about right now. Third…" Cameron paused and then just dropped off, while watching the wolf.

[Third, you can't be sure if sex is even an option with that wolf]

Nothing was said.

[I have accessed those memories while you were asleep as well and thus why I think this would be a good opportunity for that demonstration. You do remember me telling you earlier that all the animals that live in this jungle have been changed, thus making them more compatible with the community the Forest is building here. That wolf you are looking at will not behave like the wolves you are familiar with elsewhere outside the jungle. It will welcome your approach]

Another moment of silence passed between the two, as the wolf walked closer to their position and more of it's details could be seen. Aside from it being as big as two wolves, everything else looked normal enough. It's coloring simply had a very subtle green accent to it, making the black fur look normal in the shade and then turn a very dark green, when walking into a patch of sunlight filtering through the jungle canopy. The eyes had a persistent soft blue glow to them. Cameron specifically then focused on a detail that got his attention and held it, as the wolf slowly walked even closer and began sniffing the air around it. The soldier reflexively licked his lips, as his cock began to throb and bob.

[Considering your past experience, this should be easy enough for you. I already made the necessary internal adjustments to accommodate the Messenger. You call them wolves, but their new purpose in the jungle fits Messenger much better. You will find this out for yourself, the moment you two are connected and the gel begins flowing into you]

“I suppose we should introduce ourselves."

[No formalities needed. His nose will find us soon enough and your scent will tell him all he needs to know about you]

Cameron then slowly rose up to his feet and then stepped out from behind the bush, at the moment the wolf pointed it's nose in his direction and stopped sniffing.

[Don't do the usual human thing and act like you have to placate or calm him. Just walk on up to the Messenger and give him some comforting strokes on the head]

“Okay then."

The wolf's ear's perked up and focused on the soldier, as he walked up to the large canine. The animal just stood there, as the air visibility around the animal began to acquire a slight haze and then rapidly expanded to engulf Cameron in a more potent air treatment, that stimulated his cock to throb harder and begin dripping. A familiar maple scent began to drift through the air between them, as he stepped closer to the large wolf and looked at the glowing eyes that were level with the bottom of his rib cage. The animal tilted it's head up and looked back directly into the soldier's eyes. The varied multi shaded texture in the pupils looked like it was moving and shifting, with a hypnotic motion that held his gaze. Cameron then reached out to give the top of the head a few strokes and watched the wolf close it's eyes and push into the petting. Once he stopped, the hypnotic eyes opened and had changed to a yellow color.

[He is ready to connect with you. Blue is for calm and euphoria. Yellow for arousal and mischief. Red for aggression and pain]

“I'll keep that in mind." Cameron replied in a whisper. “I'm feeling so horny right now."

[Completely normal reaction to a Messenger that is ready to connect. By the way, he is the one responsible for changing the air, by releasing something like pollen]

“I figured as such. I'm ready." Cameron whispers.

The soldier lowers down to his hands and knees in front of the huge wolf, then watches the animal walk around and up behind him. Cameron then just looks straight ahead and feels a puff of air make contact with his ass cheeks, before the tongue extends and pushes right between them. The touch was warm and textured, while also being coated in a familiar feeling goo. The tongue then pushed in further with each lick, before pushing on inside Cameron on the last one and swiping over his prostate in one stroke. He closed his eyes and moaned at the sensual treatment being given to him, before feeling the tongue then completely retract. The wolf then slowly stepped forward, as it's chest pressed firmly against the mans back and then slid on up it, until stopping between the shoulder blades. At this point he could feel the furred tip and distinct shape of the animal's sheath pressing against his ass cheeks. He noticed the wolf still had a strong scent itself, that was more like that of a plant than animal.

[Remain still. He doesn't need to actually mount you to connect]

Cameron then felt a rather familiar pointed warm presence make contact with his ass cheeks, then extend forward on between them and touch his twitching anal entrance. It naturally felt bigger than what he had taken in the past, but trusted that Solan adequately prepared him for this. The large phallus then slowly pushed forward into him and then continued to extend deeper into his colon. He was quickly reminded that Solan must have enhanced the length of it, while he was unconscious as well. The wolf then shuffled a little, placing one leg forward in front of his shoulder and the other one out a little, as the chest slid to rest over just the one shoulder blade. The neck over him then flexed a little as the large head turned sideways and then bent around to let the wolf look right at him with those same hypnotic yellow eyes. Cameron quickly found himself unable to look away and lost himself in the gaze, as he became fixated on just the pupils.

[You're doing great. He is finally all the way in]

The soldier then felt a familiar bulge begin to form right over his prostate and inflate, as the wolf then licked his muzzle with a tongue that appeared to be a little too long to have fit in it's mouth. The bulge then reached full size, before it began to pulse and throb against his prostate, causing Cameron's own cock to throb harder and slap his belly. The man could see a rather generous amount of a clear gel dripping from random spots along the flexing tongue, as that familiar maple scent became a lot stronger and began rapidly eroding the structure of his more organized thoughts. He found himself opening his own mouth and licking his lips, without realizing this was the signal for the Messenger to move his head towards him and open his muzzle wide, as the tongue stopped licking and snaked through the open air towards Cameron's mouth. Enough of the structured thinking was gone now, to prevent the man from resisting it's probing movement right into his mouth, as the two halves of the open muzzle slid right past his cheeks. He then felt the mouth gently clasp over the sides of his head, but did not feel the previously visible teeth at all on his skin. The tongue kept extending onward into his mouth, as it grew more round and thoroughly coated everything it touched in the clear intoxicating gel. It tasted just like maple syrup, encouraging him to move his tongue along the flesh in his mouth and swallow the flexing oral appendage down his throat.

Although his nose was now trapped with the rest of his lower head inside the wolf's muzzle, he had absolutely no trouble breathing and wondered if the Messenger was somehow supplying him fresh air to breath from inside itself. Soon even this and the rest of the most basic structured thoughts quickly stopped, as the more primal fluid thoughts of pleasure and sex rapidly gained more presence in his mind. There was also the mild sensation like he was beginning to loose consciousness and begin to dream, yet he was somehow remaining conscious and kept looking directly into the one visible yellow eye, as he felt the pointed tip of the phallus then extend onward and effortlessly right through the second opening inside him, as it began dumping warm gel right into his inner guts. Normally, when allowed penetration this deep and got filled by an animal companion, he would hear his belly begin to gurgle. That did not happen this time, but he did feel his whole middle section begin to warm up. Then Cameron felt his belly begin to distend a little, form the massive amount of the stuff being put in him.

[Now comes the intense part. It feel just like a dream and things will flow right through your mind. Picture yourself standing at a river and just watching the water rush by you, along with everything in it. That is how this next part will feel. You will then feel the impulse to jump into the flow and that's exactly what you will do. You won't drown, but it will feel overwhelming… in a good way]

His eyes then no longer saw the side of the wolf's muzzle, as his mind stopped processing what they saw and quickly refocused on the new information flooding into it. Cameron first felt his huge… furred?.. chest?… glide over the skin of some person. He then saw the shoulder blades of the tanned hairy back and then the regulation barcode tattoo on the man's neck. Right above it was the name in widely spaced letters. J A S P E R.