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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: CHOSEN PATH

The social identity of communities we live in, are persistent reminders about the power of free will and the ability to choose your own path in life itself, as a participating member. We make choices everyday that lead to actions, that in some way or another have influence over the path chosen collectively by the community. These actions sometimes take on a more obvious role and manifest in the form of planned decisions to strongly influence the path of a given community. Sometimes the role is of a more influential nature and manifest in the form someone having a rather indirect influence on people around them, thus having unintended influence over the nature of the decisions made by the affected people. This is why it is important for members of a community to be attentive about the well being of people that are important in their lives. Things can happen that suddenly changes the role of a given influential type person and maneuver them into a position of direct control of a given situation. In moments like these, such people should be grateful for the friends they have and the support provided for them. This is what has empowered the people of both Anchor and Nomad living to endure the persistent violent interruptions by the Scavengers. Everyone remembers their role, when called upon to provide a given service, while also being prepared for when these roles change. No one is kept more aware of such changes than the Rangers themselves. Their time of service to the community, is one of persistent change to their role.

The morning mist had almost completely departed from the surrounding woods of Anchor Georgia. A thin haze hovered in the air, as the morning sun began heating up the resident plants and evaporating the clinging condensation. The created aesthetic of sun rays cutting through the overhead canopy was pleasing to Matt's eyes, while he stood in place and relieved himself of what remained in his body of the previous night's bottle of vodka. The sensation of feeling so much empty out of him was always so pleasurable, that his head would lean back and he close his eyes on reflex. The sound of giggling women brought his head back level and encouraged them to open back up.

“Morning girls." He greeted over the bush he was watering, while taking in the sight of the breasts bouncing with the jogging foot falls.. “Have a nice morning dip in the river as usual?"

The group of six tanned brown haired women stopped briefly only ten paces from his spot and nodded positively in response. Two of them quickly began whispering to each other and grinning, while looking the direction of Matt himself.

“It could have been nicer, if you had been there with us." The lead woman teased back and chuckled, before tossing a towel at his head and gesturing with her head for everyone to resume their path back to the carriage.

The towel effectively plastered his face. Matt just stood there and waited, until the giggling began to fade. He then pulled it down with one hand and caught a glimpse of waving towels and bouncing sensual breeding hips disappear through the visible sun rays. He threw the towel over his shoulder and gave his cock a couple shakes, before turning and following the path he knew they took. The walk back to the carriage was uneventful and remained quiet, until he got close enough to hear more giggling coming from inside it. The carriage itself looked nothing like the hand built horse drawn wagons used for anchor living. It was a gift from a Nomad tribe and was the repurposed husk of an ancient public transport vehicle. At one time, it was probably just as sleek and shiny as everything else from the ruined cities. Now most of it's shiny body had been replaced with expertly crafted wood panels and a removable canvas roof. These ancient vehicles had an odd name. Bus. Why name something akin to a word that means to break something? People from that time had many weird traditions he didn't understand. In light of what his mind imagined this thing looking like before it was damaged, he felt the new look was much better and thankfully had a lot less windows. The spoke wagon wheels were a nice practical touch as well. He took one last glance across the used campsite, at the six grazing Clydesdale stallions and then stepped up through the middle curtain doorway.

“...I'm not sure where you put it Jane. Let me see if it is maybe over he-...Oh."

One of the girls collided right with Matt, just as he cleared the thick curtain. Trained reflexes had him grip the door frame and his body absorbed most of the impact with some flexing.

“Sally." He greeted with a smirk, as their eyes met and her breasts crushed into his pecs.

She backed up a bit, returned the smirk and slapped his chest, before resuming her path.

“Your buddy is still sleeping in the other room stud." She called back over her shoulder.

“Thanks cutie." He replied, as his eyes panned around and readjusted to the dimmer interior.

The space was not lacking in various shades of dark blues, purples and reds. Everything had a soft look and touch to it, that reminded him of a gypsy wagon. But a lot bigger.

“Jessica. Veronica." He politely greeted the two women sitting on the sofa in front of him.

They were already dressed in puffy robes that made them blend in with the interior. They both just smiled and uniformly pointed to his right. He nodded and took another step forward, before turning that direction and immediately came face to face with Jane in her robe. She extended one hand and pressed it right into his chest, before raising a single finger into the air with the other one.

“Now don't forget we have to leave early this morning. So get Clark up and functional. No morning quickies this time. Understand?" She gave him a brief firm look with her eyes.

“Yes ma'am." He replied.

“That's a good man." Her expression softened with a quick smile. “Now go help Mary with waking the cuddly snow bear" She encouraged, as she stepped aside and game Matt a pat on the back.

Matt resumed his path through another set of heavy curtains. Beyond them was a dimly lit completely red windowless room, with a single wooden step frame king size bed setting against the opposite wall. Mary was lounging naked beside a barely-awake Clark, who was at least in a propped sitting position and sipping coffee.

“Time to..." Matt started at normal volume.

“Shhhh." Clark and Mary cut him off abruptly. Matt rolled his eyes.

“Fine." He spoke softly. “We need to get going Whitey. The girls have an early morning."

“Just a few more sips." Clark requests with a raised finger and more sips.

“Last night was certainly fun." Mary comments and smiles impishly at Matt.

“Oh last night was certainly something. We will call that a special just for Clark's sake."

“Sure. For Clark."

“Yes. It had nothing to do with me at all." Matt folds his arms defensively.

“Well..."

“Mary..."

“Okay. I won't press any further. I don't have the time for such a deep conversation anyway."

Mary raises a hand up and moves it through the air, like she is clearing something away.

“A sweetheart and a smooth operator."

“That's me alright. Got us girls through many tight situations with my brains and talking skills."

“That I can believe." All three have a brief chuckle.

“I put a little something in his coffee for the headache." Mary adds, as she gives Clark a kiss on the forehead and slowly gets up out of the bed. She gives Matt a kiss on the cheek, as she walks past him and out of the room.

“Aw. You're such a sweetheart Mary." Matt comments while watching Clark.

“Just making sure the man can function." Came the reply from beyond the curtain.

“As a woman usually does." Matt says very quietly to himself and chuckles.

He then cranes his head forward and could swear Mat was grinning behind the mug.

“You have something on your mind? Because your eyes are squinting like you are grinning."

Clark slowly shrugs and then sighs, causing a big cloud of steam to rise and hover.

“How is your ass?" He then asks and takes more sips.

“How about I give you that answer, when you finally join me outside the carriage."

Matt grabs a discarded shirt and tosses it at Clark's head, before turning and bending over to grab his pile of clothes off the floor.

“Thanks." Clark responds from under the shirt draped over his head.

“By the way. Seen my boots?"

“They are with Sally." Jane answers from beyond the curtain.

Matt straightens back up and sighs heavily.

“Of course they are. Okay. First my boots. Then waiting outside. That should give you an extra two or so seconds to work with." Matt then turns and walks through the curtain.

Clark sighs again and tips the cup up to empty it, before slowly sliding the shirt off his head. Jane appears through the curtain, sits at the foot of the bed and takes the empty mug from Clark, as he slowly scoots across it towards her. He then slides his shirt over his head and bends over to grab his underwear.

“I have to ask. Since you been friends with Matt a long time. Is he getting any..."

“Any what." Clark asks after sliding his underwear on and grabs his pants.

“...any... better?" Jane tries to finish properly.

“If last night was any indication, he will get there."

Clark stands up and finishes getting his underwear on, followed by his pants.

“Last night was something of a pleasant surprise for us girls." Jane comments.

“You mean you never seen anything like that before?" Clark grabs his boots and sits down.

“Of course we had seen that before. We're the Fun Girls. Just never seen that with Matt."

“I would have preferred the conditions to have been more..." Clark trails off.

“More what?" Jane asks and waits as Clark finishes with lacing his boots.

“...more without the help of vodka of course."

“Of course." Jane repeats.

Clark twists and brings a folded leg up onto the bed between him and Jane.

“I just don't want this to be the only way. I want him back the way he used to be."

“If anyone can make that happen. It is definitely you. From what you told me last night at the fire pit, no one else has been able to get through all that armor he piled on himself." Jane assures.

“Yeah, Well. I don't tolerate that posturing bullshit from him. I know him better than that and he knows it too. That is why I can get away with reaming his ass over it."

Jane reaches out and gives Clark a firm rub on his arm, then gets up and gives her knees a slap.

“Well. Us girls have to get ready soon and unless Sally held Matt over for anything else, he is probably already outside and doing... who knows what these days to pass the time."

Clark gets up and gives Jane a hug.

“Thanks for the night and the special coffee this morning."

“Coffee is Mary's recipe. Thank her."

“I did. But wanted to thank you too."

Mary broke the hug and gave Clark a teasing slap on the chest.

“You really are a cuddly snow bear." She comments. They both laugh briefly.

“That is what I hear from man and woman alike." Clark admits.

“Alright. Off with you then." Jane gently leads Clark out the room.

Jessica & Veronica waved and smiled from the sofa. Mary and Sally did the same from a nearby table, while playing some card game.

“Where is Julie?" Matt asks Sally. She opened her mouth, but the girls answered for her.

“Julie is quite the worker." Jessica starts

“Really knows her horses." Veronica continues.

“Treats them like people even." Sally adds.

“She keeps them healthy and happy." Mary finishes.

“Well. I'll be sure and walk by the horses, when we leave then."

Matt was waiting right outside the door and to make sure Clark didn't miss the steps. The man may have been on his feet and talking inside the carriage, but coming outside into the brighter morning sun will change that quickly and he knew this from past personal hangover experience.

“Yup. That's morning sun alright." Clark squinted his eyes and groaned.

“I got you buddy." Matt assured the man, as he helped him find the ground and then over to the fire pit where their back packs were setting. Clark fished out his glass sung shades and puts them on right away, before slowly sliding his back pack on..

“Okay, that's a little better. Now. Where is Julie?"

Matt had just slung his back back on and was looking around the area of the horses.

“Right over there." He points after he spots the top of her head beyond one of them.

Even with the sun glasses on, Clark still had to squint and then saw where Matt was pointing.

“Hello boys. Made sure you grabbed all your stuff?" Julie asks from beyond the horse.

She then walks around the front of the stallion, showing she was now fully dressed in her tan riding boots, pants and shirt.

“Hey Julie." Is all Clark manages, before wincing a little from his hangover spiking.

“Just wanted to swing by, before we left for the base camp." Matt finishes for him.

“That's right. You two mentioned last night you finally got a new assignment." Clark just nods.

“Yup. So just wanted to say thanks for a good time last." Matt adds after getting a nudge.

“Sure. Don't be a stranger and see us next time we come through here."

“Oh. I always do Julie."

The lady then walks up and gives both men a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Think you be coming back as well Clark?" She asks.

“Probably." He replies and shakes his head a little.

“Alright then. Take it slow with him back to the base camp." She presses a single finger to Matt's chest and smiles.

“Yes ma'am." He replies and then gives Clark a pat on the shoulder, as signal to leave.

Matt made sure to wave back at Julie, just as the view of the carriage began to fade in the distance. She and the other girls gathering around her waved back, before they heard a rather organic flesh like sound come from behind them. It was akin to like what one would hear during sex. None of them moved and just smiled, while watching the two men disappear into the woods.

“You think he is ready?" A deep baritone voice asked from behind Jane.

“I think so. He did let Clark actually fuck him last night." She comments.

“We certainly heard him make new noises."

“Them horse ears certainly don't miss much."

Many deep chuckles were heard behind the girls.

“You think he noticed our changed pussies?" Veronica asked.

“The light was too dim and they are still normal skin color." Jessica suggests.

“He certainly liked fucking mine more this time." Sally quips.

“It had certainly been a while for Clark and he didn't seem to mind either." Mary adds.

“Alright girls, lets get things packed and ready. Boys grab your harnesses and change back."

Sally then gave the huge thigh of the horse man behind her some loving pats, as she turned and began walking back to the carriage. Susan already had a nearby large wooden chest open and was retrieving the leather harnesses out of it. One by one, each Clydesdale changed to a normal horse form and was fitted with his harness.

“Hey. Stop." Matt quietly told Clark, who groans a little.

“Forget something?"

“Shh. You hear that?"

“Please don't tell me you think you hear a Scavenger nearby. Really not in the mood."

“Not Scavenger. I thought... never mind. Let's keep going."

The rest of the walk back to the base camp was uneventful. Due to Clark wanting to use his brain as little as possible, Matt did most of the talking.

“When we get back to base camp, I will handle all the detailed talk about the girls and the fun we had. That is if anyone bothers to ask or shows interest at all. Wouldn't surprise me if they found themselves more cock and ass to play with. Either with someone else or each other. Maybe both."

“You did." Clark observes and grins.

“Cute."

“...thought so."

“Yeah. That will stay between us for now. I'm not exactly ready for..."

Clark's hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned and a hand came down on his other shoulder. The man moved closer to Matt and their foreheads softly made contact.

“Just walk." Came the request.

Clark then raised his hands and resumed walking. Matt stood for a while and contemplated what was left unsaid. He then just shrugged and then caught up with Clark, before matching his slow walking pace. Matt would normally take the road back to the base camp, but that would require following it to Anchor Georgia and then to the camp. They didn't exactly have enough time for that this morning, so he had them cut right through the woods. A pleasant food related smell then materialized in the air, as the view of a tent could be seen in the distance. Yes. The short cut paid off and it sounded like they were definitely at the right place. When they got closer, both could hear some laughter coming from the tent next to the one with the cooking smell. That was definitely Felix and John. Sounded like they were having another lively conversation with Quinton. Both men stepped out onto the road, then rounded the tent corner and stopped. They spotted Jacob standing with another man with white hair.

“Huh." Clark said softly.

“Really? That's it?" Matt asked quietly. Clark just shrugged and kept watching the two men.

Matt shook his head and proceeded to walk towards the tent entrance.

“Seriously bro. That is your take away from this?" He heard John clearly ask.

“What?" Felix 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?' "

Matt pauses at the entrance and takes a long look at the new guy. Damn. He is a white one that can tan. That is certainly different.

“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..." Matt takes this cue...

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

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

“He has a tan." Felix mentions again.

Matt turns and looks at the new guy one more time, 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.

Matt spots Clark having a little difficulty. He takes advantage of the conversation between Sam and Jacob, exploiting it as distraction and cover for them briefly stepping away from excursion team.

“You okay there?" He asks.

“Just got briefly dizzy. I'll be alright. These are actually bothering me now."

Clark hands Matt his sunglasses, to be put away in the back pack. Both notice Lewis and Trent walk towards them. Probably to check up on them.

“Hey there Clark. Feeling a little better now?" Lewis asks and gets a nod back.

“So what is the deal with the Scribe?" Matt asks Trent.

“Something to do with Anchor Elders wanting to maybe establish more direct relations with the Others. I'm not sure how this came about, but... Well... here we are." Trent replied with a shrug.

“Peachy. Another babysitting and escort gig." Matt replied dryly.

“Maybe we get lucky and have a Scavenger encounter during the mountain ascent." Clark suggests, while sounding like he is finally perking up a bit.

“Hey, there's my old reliable contrarian-pain-in-the-ass-wingman." Matt responds and chuckles.

“Oh I am definitely waking up and ready to fix any mess you create." Clark chides.

Both then just look at each other and burst out laughing. Sam then raises his voice slightly.

“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."

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 of the excursion departure point. Sam was at the beginning, with John and Trent behind him. Jacob had the Scribe positioned ahead of Felix, while him and Lewis remained at the back. Clark was then positioned after John and Trent, leaving Matt in the middle right in front of the Scribe. This marching formation was thoroughly discussed the previous day, in the evening, before everyone went their separate ways and did their own thing during the night.

“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 to the Scribe. He then directs his attention back forward, in time to hear Clark's challenge.

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

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

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

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

“Wait... seriously?' Matt hears the Scribe ask from behind him.

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

“Different strokes for different folks." Matt teases.

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

Mat was not exactly thrilled about the firm suggestion and knew if he persisted any further, it would be come an odor. Now that the conversation with Clark had ended, there was nothing to keep him distracted from thinking about what could be lurking beyond the trial in the woods. He began to have brief flashbacks to the last excursion and began breathing a bit harder. Clark noticed and looked back at him, mouthing silently Are You Okay? Matt acquired an annoyed look on his face and simply nodded. He would be glad when this ascent up to the observation post part would be. As if he had willed the moment itself into existence, he glanced to his right and saw a familiar wooden truss framework replace the sloped side of the mountain. Then he notices Clark stop ahead of him and braces for the ordeal of dealing with something he strongly felt he should have to take.

“Oh joy. Suppressor time." You hear Matt mumble with sarcasm and groan with irritation.

“Suppres-..." The Scribe behind him begins to say and obviously gets interrupted.

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

“I still don't see the point with a proper breeder..." Matt 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.

“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.

The man offered his hand, to take the bottle back from Clark. Matt slowly extended a hand to receive the pill placed in it. He then tossed the pill into his mouth, while keeping his eyes locked with the man handing him the bottle of water to drink. They never broke eye contact, as the bottle was tipped up and then down. Him and Clark began moving forward again, until they were inside the observation post. Matt was then grabbed by the arm and quickly lead away from everyone else, until Clark had them a couple hundred paces away. Had it been anyone else, this would have proceeded quite differently and he would have the other person picking their ass up off the ground.

“You mind telling me what your problem is today? I had just got over my hangover and really don't need to be dealing with your usual posturing bullshit." Clark asks while staring right at him.

Matt then jerked his arm free and briefly stared right back at him, before turning away and walking over to the observation railing. He simply stood there and stared out across the tree tops of the sprawling wilderness. Another Ranger passing by nodded respectfully and simply walked around them.

“I needed something to distract myself and not have to think about the trail on the way up here."

Clark put his hands on his hips and looked down at his feet, before taking a deep breath.

“I honestly thought you got past it already. Some lingering feelings. Sure. Not this."

“Look it is not messing with me too much. I can manage it." Matt says unconvincingly.

“That is what I am worried about. Your managing solution is changing your sexual behavior and is in turn affecting how you behave when such things are talked about among the squad members."

“So my taste is a little refined now."

“Try again. We both know that is not what happening with you."

“What more do you want from me then?"

“More of what the girls and I finally got to see around the camp fire, without the help of vodka. Just let it go. I'm not saying to totally get rid of the armor all at once, but at least try to begin removing it little by little. You and I both know this isn't the real you. That person last night was someone I finally got to see again with the Fun Girls, after waiting two years."

“You are really not making this easy."

“Recovery is not supposed to be easy. That Scavenger took something from you, that was not his to take to begin with. But that is how those men live and they think the only way for them to bond like that is what you experienced. They use it as a tool to manipulate other men around them, to climb their way up through the ranks and establish their place in that society. It's all about dominance to them. You just happen to be the chosen tool. He needed to demonstrate his ability to maintain his place in their society's male hierarchy, in the eyes of his peers.

“But it wasn't just me though." Matt looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“I know." Clark assures.

“It was all of us. Then when they were done, they took them. They took them all and left me."

“Sam and Jacob taught us about this. It's all part of their fear strategy. They attack a squad at full force and kill those that resist too much, then take the rest back to their cities and leave one behind to tell the tale of defeat. It is meant to demoralize the enemy. That is what they do. They are facing the same biological crisis with their women as all of us. They are seeking alternatives to continue their specific existence and are desperate for options. These raids is their solution to that problem."

“My brother was among the ones they took away. Never saw him again until the next year."

“On the last excursion?"

Matt nods in response, as Clark carefully laid his hands on the man's shoulders.

“He was among the Scavengers. He was the one that killed the Scribe right in front of me."

“You didn't mention that detail in the report."

“They had me laid face down, my arms and legs tethered away from me. Confident that I couldn't get away, a Scavenger tore my pants away and roughly flopped down on top of me. I could feel it there, as he began grinding against me. The Scribe was next and anchored down, with his face only a foot from mine. The one that had him looked like my brother and had my brother's eyes, but I didn't recognize him as my brother. He stopped being my brother the moment he brutally tore those pants off and began violating the man. Neither one of us could move or fight back. We could only feel and see, as both Scavengers forced us to watch the other one endure the ordeal."

Clark allowed himself to lean in closer and rest his forehead at the back of Matt's neck. He briefly darted his eye towards the open end of the observation post and only saw the presence of the lookout guards. Everyone else was still in the service chambers.

“You want to to just stand here for a bit. We still have time." He softly asks Matt, who just nods.

Both closed their eyes and soaked in the sounds of the wilderness beyond the observation post, finishing it's morning routine of waking up to greet the new day. Matt genuinely found the moment to be relaxing and soothing. He wanted nothing more than to be closer to Clark right now, but that would have to wait until later. What he had with the man earlier at the Fun Girl's carriage will last him until then. Speaking of biological needs. Matt opens his eyes and looks towards the service chambers near the open end of the observation post. None of the excursion team members had emerged yet.

“Hey Whitey." He calls quietly behind him.

“Yeah."

“We should get to a chamber and not end up making everyone else wait too long."

Clark turns his head the same direction and notices no one had come out yet. He furrows his eyebrows and shrugs. Matt sighs with slight irritation.

“Now. Please."

“Okay." Clark replies reluctantly and raises his head back up.

Both men make their way directly across the observation outpost and come to a pair of wooden doors that refused to open.

“Priceless." Matt comments dryly, after failing to open them.

“Just go to the next one." Clark suggests.

“Shh. I think I hear them coming."

At that moment, they both hear a latch click and the double doors begin to swing out. They step back to see Sam and the Scribe emerge from inside the chamber. Both men had a look of surprise manifest on their faces, that quickly transformed into a smirk.

“Nope. Not a word. Don't care." Matt chides and points his finger right at them.

Clark snickers and gives the man a pat on the shoulder, before both of them step past the Rangers into the service chamber. After fully stepping inside the boxy wooden entry section, Matt was quick to whirl around Clark and make sure the door closed behind them. When he turned around, he spotted his friend standing there with arms folded.

“Was that necessary? The doors are made to close and latch themselves you know."

“Anything wrong with making sure they close anyway?" Matt challenges.

“Nope. Not a thing."

“Okay then."

Clark was the first to slip off his back pack and sit down to unlace his boots. He made it as far as the second boot when...

“What do you think of your new pet name?" Mat asks out of the blue, after slipping off his pack and setting it down on the opposite bench.

“Pet name?" Clark asks and pauses.

“Yes, pet name. The girls give all the boys pet names. It's just their thing."

“I don't recall a pet name you goof." Clark finishes with second boot, then pulls them both off and stands up to take his pants off. “I suppose you're going to tell me otherwise. So get it over with."

“It's Snow Bear." Matt casually announces while slipping off his boots and then standing up.

Clark had manged to get both legs out of his pants and just stands there with them in one hand.

“What? You don't like it?" Matt asks while getting his pants off.

“I didn't say I didn't like it. I just don't remember that name being used directly for me by any of the girls." Clark pauses for a bit. “Nope." Then he pauses again. “Wait. I do recall Sally saying I was a cuddly snow bear. But that doesn't me-..."

“...it means exactly that. I know these girls well." Matt swiftly corrects, while slipping off his underwear and shirt, then quick folds his clothes and walks out into the service chamber itself.

“Alright." Clark slips off his underwear. “What is your pet name then?" He asks after slipping off his shirt and quick folding his clothes.

“Baby Seal. Because I am smooth as a baby seal of course." Matt calls back over his shoulder.

“Yeah. I can see that working for you Skin." Clark teases while stepping into the chamber.

Matt pressed a hand to the curved organic wall and walked back towards the middle. He looked up and folded his arms, as if the three main colored tendrils were descending too slowly. Clark paused at the spot and looked up himself.

“Anything wrong?" He asks.

“No. Just wanting to get things underway."

Clark went to open his mouth and was interrupted.

“You don't need to say it. Just enjoy this moment of me doing this on my own this time."

Clark said nothing and walked on over to the wall. The moment he touched it and then turned around, the tendrils had descended completely and Matt had the red anal one attached, while the yellow one was slipping over his cock.

“Yup. That certainly looks like progress to me." He finally said very quietly to himself.

He then walked to the middle and reached for the colored ones that was descending for him. He briefly glanced towards Matt, as the man began to moan around the phallic tendril going into his mouth. Clark then shrugged and finished with guiding the red one to his anal entrance with one hand and lead the yellow one towards his cock with the other one. Matt began to audibly moan louder, as he was lifted by the gripping tendrils and suspended over the chamber floor. It was safe to assume the man was enjoying himself and Clark didn't give the moaning another thought, as the green tendril finished sinking it's phallic section into his mouth and latched onto his head. He allowed himself to moan as well and didn't care if Matt heard him. Matt didn't spend much time connected and actually had his pants back on by the time Clark was released. He casually walked right up to the man and handed him a fresh cleaning towel.

“Feel even better now?" He asks.

“Definitely better. Must be something in the green stuff that helps with hangovers. It's like I never had one." Clark comments after wiping his face off.

The moment Clark pauses with wiping the rest of himself off, Matt grabs his head and crushes their lips together and a long passionate kiss blossoms between them. He then breaks the kiss and cradles Clark's head in his hands, while looking right into his eyes.

“Thanks for the talk." He comments, before turning and walking back to finish dressing.

“Huh. Okay then." Clark says to himself very quietly.

Matt makes it to the edge of the connecting square wooden entrance and then turns around, to see his friend still standing in the middle of the chamber. He then raises his arms forward at the elbows and pivots them outward in silent gesture. What?

“Are you sure you're okay now? Or at least getting there finally?" Clark asks.

“I would be lying if I said I was hundred percent okay. I'm not. But I actually feel good enough to go up into the mountains and not loose my shit within that ridiculously dense mist Sam was telling us about during the assignment briefing last night." Matt admitted.

Clark stands there for a while and thinks on those words. Matt remains standing where he is and begins humming randomly to himself and occupies himself with focusing on the subtle veined texture of the surrounding chamber walls.

“Alright."

“Aright?" Matt rechecks.

“Yeah. Alright." Clark confirms.

“Alright then. Get your pale hairy ass over here. I need to finish getting dressed."

Matt turns back around, walks over to his stuff and slides on his shirt. Clark tried to be as quick as possible and managed to have his clothes on, by the time Matt finished lacing his boots. The boots were done together by both of them.

“There. I even helped you get done sooner Whitey." Matt comments.

“Not a child Skin, but thanks." Both get to their feet and slipped on their back packs.

By the time they emerged from the service chamber, everyone else had finished their chamber time and were loosely gathered near the open end of the observation post. Both decided to walk rather briskly towards Sam.

“Good thing I helped you with the boots. Everyone seems to be ready and Sam looks like he wants to get this thing under way." Matt comments, as they close half the distance from where they started at the service chamber.

“I see him and Jacob discussing something with the Scribe. They seem to be engaged with some book our guest pulled out of his back pack." Clark observes at four fifths the travel distance.

“Oh great. A last minute assignment change." Matt says with a hint of regret in his voice.

“Hey. Don't be negative. We're outside the reach of the Scavengers now and totally inside Other territory. The only thing we should be worried about is packing smaller cocks." Clark quips.

“Damn you actually have a point there Whitey."

“I know I do. So let's see what possible assignment perk is waiting for us."

“I'm game."

“There's the spirit Skin." Clark encourages with a pat on the shoulder.

They finish closing the gap and stop just beyond Jacob.

“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, then thrusts the open book over to Lewis and Trent.

“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?"

Regardless of how strange many of the plant related things appeared, Matt still felt better about the outcome of this excursion. Weird plants he could handle. So long as there was no death involved.

“At least that thing doesn't try to eat you." He comments on one plant description.

Everyone else kept chiming in collectively, adding to the feel of building optimism, along with budding curiosity and wonder. Something felt a little off with the assignment and hoped that maybe Jacob will be able to help with resolving that.

“Hmm, it's soft just like your hair."

“No offense, but that seems a bit too personal."

“Good grief that thing is big."

“Wait, how many months?"

“Good thing we packed stimulants."

“Neat. It's like a ancient voice recorder."

“That seems a bit messy to handle."

“I had no idea those colors were possible."

“Excuse me, how high off the ground?"

“This is going to be a long trip up the mountain."

“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's 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."

Jacob walks right up to Clark and Matt.

“Once we get a god ascent pace going up the mountainside, I have some thoughts I want to bounce of of you two. You game for that sort of conversation?" He asks both of them.

“Sure." they answer in unison.

“Great. Let's get going then."

Clark and Matt followed Jacob out into the open air and into the rolling mist. It wasn't all that thick at this altitude, but a quick glance up the mountainside showed a completely different situation. All three of them stopped and watched the Scribe activate the first beacon, then successfully secure it.

“He is definitely more keen on outdoor stuff. It's not just a hair and eye color." Matt comments.

Clark couldn't resist jabbing an elbow backwards at him. Both snicker briefly.

“Cute Nomad joke. Got any more?" Jacob calls back behind him.

“No sir." Both reply in unison.

All three wait patiently as Sam and the twins begin to walk forward.

“Before we go any further. I need to know you are still okay Matt."

Jacob turns around and looks past Clark right at him.

“I'm all good sir." He replies confidently.

Jacob glances towards Clark, then nods and turns back around.

Sam and the twins were now at the twenty pace distance.

“Alright. Let's move out." Jacob calls back and begins walking.

Clark and Matt made sure to remain close behind. The walk up the marked deer path found by Felix was rather uneventful. Mat had adopted a pseudo mental mantra to keep himself focused and not haunted by certain old memories.

What posses such a big animal to create such a narrow trail?

It is barely wide enough for one man to walk on.

Especially under these conditions and along a steep slope.

Just what is so forbidden about these mountains anyway?

It's not like anyone was ever murdered up here.

Plenty were killed in the past below them.

Shit. Stop it. Don't go there buddy.

“Enough quiet time. Let's start talking." Jacob announces.

“Sure. Matt and I are all ears sir."

“Either one of you two want to start with questions or just have me do a basic run down of the conversation I had with Felix and John back at the observation post.?" Jacob asks.

“I'm actually good with the run down. What about you Whitey?"

“Yeah, Sounds good to me. I honestly wouldn't know where to start with my questions."

“The run down it is. I had trouble figuring out where Sam had disappeared to, when all of us initially arrived at the observation outpost. So I got the attention of the Nomad brothers, just as they were about to go into a service chamber. They agreed and didn't mind answering some questions that had been on my mind."

Matt couldn't help but notice the mist get thicker and the manifestation of a strong cinnamon scent. It didn't burn the nose and was actually quite pleasant to smell. He gave Clark's back pack a quick tug and pointed to his nose, when the man looked back at him. He got a nod in response. He then silently mouthed the question Where is That Coming From? Clark just shrugged and turns back around.

“I suggested to them that maybe Sam was planning some elaborate prank. Since it is sort of tradition, when leadership is handed down. They didn't confirm or deny that suspicion. So I stepped them through the rough outline of how things progressed after the assignment briefing last night. I started with the odd quick change in plans with escorting the Scribe to Anchor Georgia, because Sam said that there was rather pressing business he had to take care of with the twins father Hank and stressing that it could not wait."

Matt gives Clark another tug, which gets an exasperated sigh as response. He then pantomimes with his hand a puppet talking and rolls his eyes. Clark just tilts his head and gives Matt the silent look of Seriously? He then decides to add something.

“Sam seems to have always looked out for us and certainly have no complaints so far. Besides, after what happened these last two years, I think we all could use a prank to liven things up again."

“John suggested that maybe Sam wanted additional personal details about the twins and thus no prank is at all planned. It was just Sam affirming that the twins are ready to take over the squad for us. This seems more likely, since he had been visiting other people close to them and asking questions about their character. It still bothers me that he broke protocol and had me travel alone at night without na Other escort on the trip." Jacob finishes.

“I would certainly see about talking to him about it later. If anything, for the reason of breaking night travel protocol." Matt suggests.

“I pretty much came to the same conclusion already, but needed someone to use like a mirror."

As soon as those words left Jacob's mouth, a brisk draft blows down the mountainside and forces the three of them to grab a nearby tree. Under normal conditions, such a breeze would thin the mist out. But all it seemed to do was make it thicker. They look ahead on the trail and watch as sight of the beacons disappear.

“Oh yeah. The skinny little deer trail isn't already hard enough to see. Now we have no beacons either. I guess we will start rubbing sticks together for fire and make torches." Matt quips.

“We have matches for fire." Clark was quick to correct.

“Wasn't kidding about the torches." Matt challenges.

The strong draft passes, but the increased fog density remained.

“Anyone else notice that cinnamon scent getting stronger now?" Jacob asks.

“Yup. It now has a sweetness to it." Clark adds.

“How is your head?"

“A little dizzy now, but not from the hangover earlier."

“You sure?"

“Positive."

“Your thinking slightly sluggish too."

“Fuzzy is more like it, but yeah."

“That's what I thought."

“Why you asking?'

“I think the Suppressor is somehow wearing off."

“Bad batch maybe."

“Maybe."

“I can think of worse things to be happening right now." Matt chimes in with the other two.

“I'm sure we all could." Jacob assures.

“So. We go with Plan B then." Clark asks.

“We go with Plan B. I'm guessing Sam and the others are encountering the same problem. I will go further along the trail and make sure they are okay. Stay here for now. If you don't see me come back in the time it takes to walk eighty paces, get your compasses out and follow where the red line points. Eventually we should all meet up at the destination. There shouldn't be any problems as far as Scavengers are concerned. The Others actually scare them for some odd reason."

“Maybe it's the bigger dicks that scare them." Matt quips.

Everyone has a quick laugh with that comment and then pull out their compasses, to make sure they were still working properly. The arrow still pointed to True North and the red lines all pointed the same direction. Everyone nodded, before Jacob departed and disappeared up the trail into the mist.

“Any idea why we would actually end up with a bad batch of Suppressors?" Clark asks.

“I suppose it can happen with stuff like that, just like it happens with bread." Matt suggests.

“Wow. Could you honestly pick a worse comparison?"

“Both use recipes and if you miss a step... flat hard bread, that sits in the stomach like a brick."

“Still not that great of an comparison or example, but I get what you're saying."

Both briefly shake their heads and find their thoughts become more sluggish.

“Say. Did the girls tell you what was so important for them to leave early? Don't they usually stay longer and travel in the evening?" Clark asks.

“They go where the business takes them. Maybe they had a high paying client waiting for them at the next place and they didn't want to keep him waiting." Matt replies, while looking into the mist.

Clark notices and gets his attention back.

“Hey Skin. You alright over there? You didn't exactly look right at me with that last answer."

Matt shakes his head.

“You hear that? Sounds like someone moving among the trees."

“Could be Jacob coming back. Could be an Other. I guess we will see." Clark suggests casually.

Without warning, both men find themselves swiftly taken over by a powerful wave of arousal. Their thoughts begin to drift into familiar sexual territory. Old memories get triggered and begin playing in their minds. While Clark finds himself reliving the previous night with the girls, Matt finds himself focusing on odd details. Both then clearly hear some twigs being snapped and catch a glimpse of someone moving up the slope from their position. Whoever this person was, they were not concerned about being discovered and making their way slowly up the mountainside. The dense mist made it difficult to see who it was exactly, but it was someone who knew how to navigate the terrain. Matt glances down at his compass and then taps Clark on the arm, who glances down at the compass and notices the red line pointing up the slope. He looks up the trail and pauses, before getting another tap. Matt has the look of annoyance on his face.

“Fine. We will follow them and find out who it is." Clark replies with equal annoyance.

Mat begins taking out beacons and straps them to trees, as they begin carefully making their way directly up the slope. The walk was not easy and required constant gripping of trees and pulling themselves along behind this mystery person. Clark then noticed the vague outline of the individual begin to get more vague and fade. He gave Matt a tap on the arm and pointed.

“Shit. No you don't buddy. I refuse to be abandoned in the middle of this mist and on land with no map. Come on." He invites Clark and grabs his sleeve.

They both pick up the ascending pace and forget about deploying any more beacons, while also noticing the slope was getting milder. It also appeared they were finally catching up to whoever found them. Then another one of those brisk drafts blew right at them, bringing with it something that sent their arousal levels through the roof. The mist also got ridiculously dense for a brief moment. Both closed their eyes and stopped to make quick adjustments to themselves inside the underwear. Their cocks had become rather uncomfortably hard and were throbbing. Their hands detected the cocks were leaking as well. Coherent thinking swiftly began to fade, as they found themselves leaving their hands inside their underwear and began slowly stroking themselves. The triggered memories return and then their back packs fall to the ground, followed by the shirts. Pants and underwear were next, as they slid down their legs and crumpled down at their boots. Neither one noticed the air around them change, as a white powder ejected from around the feet of Clark.

Clark's mind became completely consumed with the memory of fucking Matt the previous night. The feel of that man's ass, as he slowly sunk inside of it. It had been so long. A single green tendril raised up out of the ground. The end of it coated with fine soft hairs, that transmitted chemical scent information. Utilizing this feature to follow the scent trail of the semen dripping from his cock, it had no trouble finding and latching onto it. He then remembers getting a long passionate kiss from one of the girls, the moment he bottoms out inside his moaning friend. A second identical tendril found it's way up his body, utilizing its specialized receptors to detect the gas exhaled by animals. Once it found the location of his mouth, it extends a fleshy phallic looking lubed appendage from it's orifice and plunges it past his lips. A third identical tendril rises up and seeks out his anal entrance with it's own specialized receptors. Clark is so enraptured with what is happening in his dream, that he pays very little attention to the tendril extending its own phallic lubed appendage and plunging it into his ass. He does briefly note his prostate is being stimulated by the appendage, but quickly refocuses on his dream. More tendrils extend upwards and wrap around his body, before they begin lifting him off the ground. Large black hands from an unknown person proceeds to unlace his boots and slides them off, along with his pants and underwear. They are careful to quick fold everything and place them out of site with the man's back pack. By the time they return to Clark, the multiple tendrils were maintaining a grip on his body and began lowering him downward through an orifice, that now opened big enough to let him pass through effortlessly. Around the opening were large petals, that began flexing and folding upon each other. Soon all that remained in the spot was a thing the size of a large chair, that resembled a closed orange flower bud. The individual leaned in and grinned, as his ears were treated to the sloppy organic sounds of someone being filled and milked.

Meanwhile Matt was not exposed to as much of the powder, but enough to trigger his own experience. What little clarity and control remained, empowered him to both watch and enjoy the site of Clark being pleasured by one of the plants described in the Scribe's journal. Maybe it was the powder. Maybe it was the air, Maybe it was him. Maybe all the above. He couldn't help but view the scene as relatively surreal and very arousing at the same time. So much that he couldn't take his hand away from his cock and continued to absentmindedly stroke it slowly. The vague figure they had been following materialized out of the dense mist and walked towards Clark. This person was easily twice the size of a man and looked a lot like a black wild boar, except he could stand on two legs and had arms. Those arms had large hands that were surprisingly nimble enough to unlace Clark's boots, and gentle enough to remove the rest of the clothes without tearing them. The boar man then carried the clothes away and disappeared into the mist. Those legs. How does such a creature or person make animal legs work with standing up? Then there was those balls. There was no denying they were a boar. So big and smooth like him. They would probably feel nice in your hands. Wait. What? The boar man came back, then simply stood and watched Clark with you. The multiple gripping tendrils lifted him a little higher in the air, then a organic sloppy sound was heard from the ground below him, as a visible dark hole formed around the tendrils and opened wide enough to swallow the man whole. This was so weird and yet... So hot to watch. He then spotted the boar man watching him from the other side. Then as Clark was slowly being lowered down inside some unknown hidden chamber, Matt spotted the boar man's cock beginning to emerge out of the sheath. Him and the boar man lock eyes. Orange flower petals rose and folded together, forming a large closed bud over the orifice. He then saw movement beyond the bud and then nothing. His ears then heard heavy footsteps come up from behind him. A large hand gently landed on his shoulder, his whole body tensed.

“Easy there. How about you turn around and we face each other, before you decide to react."

That voice was so deep and yet so soothing. He did as requested.

“My my my. You are completely smooth everywhere." The boar man observes.

“What...?" Matt started but lost the words and began to shake a little.

“Easy there kid." Came the comforting voice and rubbing hands on his arms

“How...?" He tried and failed to talk again.

“Shh. This place here is a safe space. I am just here to help in any way you desire."

Matt finally nodded slowly and tried to relax.

“Now. Can we at least start with a hug? Your eyes tell me you are a man that has been through some seriously bad shit. Something that really shouldn't happen to any of us."

He shook his head, but relaxed more.

“Yeah. Let's see what we can do to fix some of that damage. How about we start with you touching me for a change. It don't matter what part of me you touch or how long you keep doing it. As a bonus, to earn your trust, I will even close my eyes. Sound fair kid?"

More nodding and a slight smile.

“Very good. Here we go."

The boar man closed his eyes and let his hands fall back to his side. He adopted a slower steady breathing pace and waited. Matt reached up and placed his hands on the boar man's large chest and moved them across the furred surface. He couldn't help but fall into a familiar rhythm and moved them back and forth along the pronounced bottom edge of the pecs. His hands then drifted down and across the belly. It had firmness to it and was not at all flabby, yet it also had qualities of a regular belly. He knew of many men that were like this. Wait. Yes. He did. Matt allowed himself to lean forward and press his face sideways against the belly. He could hear so much happening inside this boar man, like when he put his ear to a horse belly for the first time as a kid. All that remained was what he was initially thinking about earlier, when they were just standing and watching each other. He had to know how those balls felt and lowered to his knees to face them, along with a generously size sheath. Matt then reached out and began caressing them. The smoothness rivaled what he achieved himself.

“Go ahead." The boar man encouraged softly. “Explore some more. It is all yours."

Matt proceeded to do exactly that and roamed all over those huge balls with his hands. He even leaned forward and rubbed his face against them. The texture and smoothness felt just as amazing as a woman's breast. Firmer to the touch, but just as smooth. He was now feeling more comfortable with this large powerful creature and bold enough to try something. Leaning further forward, he proceeded to rub his entire head across the scrotum. He then lowered down into a squatting position, to begin rubbing his head up under the back of it in a bobbing motion. The man had no idea what came over him, to be so bold, but he loved it and loved how that huge thing felt on his head. Then he felt something warm and wet drop onto his back and stopped.

“Sorry. I can use more control and..." The boar man was cut off by feeling hands on his sheath.

He looked down and saw Matt looking right back up at him. Both simply held each other's gaze. The boar man then bent over and scraped off what landed on Mat''s back with his hand. When he straightened back up and went to raise the hand to his muzzle. The man stopped him and dipped a single finger into the residue, before moving it to his mouth. The flavor was unexpectedly sweet like syrup and had the same consistency. It also had a very pleasant maple scent to it. After licking his finger clean, he returned it for another sample. Then he grabbed the hand and proceeded to lick it clean for the boar man. The boar man watched with appreciation, as Matt then shifted his attention back to the sheath and the exposed corkscrew cock head. It flexed and simulated the corkscrew action right in front of his face. He looked up with a perplexed look on his face and the boar man just shrugged. Matt's nose then caught that maple scent and all hesitation vanished, with the swift motion of him leaning forward and wrapping his mouth around the twitching boar cock head. The man quickly learned that stroking the valleys of the corkscrew flesh with his tongue was very stimulating for the boar man. He got moans of approval and strokes on his head for encouragement. It was simply amazing how good this stuff from a boar man's balls tasted. He simply couldn't get enough and kept nursing on the cock. Eventually the boar gently eased Matt of his cock and got him to stand up on his feet again.

“That was great, what you did for me. I hope you enjoyed it just as much kid."

“I... I did. I really did." Matt answers with a bit of excitement in his tone.

“Now how about getting your feet free and you can go right back to nursing me."

The man had no problem with obliging the request and soon was completely naked, while gathering his stuff and seeing where the boar man wanted him to put it, along with his back pack.

“How does it... feel in someone?" Matt caught himself asking.

“Hmm? Oh. It's pretty intense. We can wait until tomorrow for that."

“Can I... try it now?"

“Are you sure you are ready?"

“It felt so different and yet so neat in my mouth. I can only imagine how stimulating it would feel in my ass."

“Well I said it was intense, due to how the flexing corkscrew stimulates the prostate."

“I still want to try it. Please. For me."

“Okay. Let's do this over at a tree. I want this to be as safe for you as possible. That means doing everything to give you the control. There is no better way of giving one the control, than by having them climb up on top and riding someone like me. For that to work properly with my large size, we need a tree for me to straddle and you to lean back against. You follow me so far kid?"

“I think so." Matt answers.

“Good. I know just the tree near here."

“What about Clark?"

“He will be inside that plant for a while yet and be just fine. I seriously doubt the man himself is thinking about anything but being filled and milked by that thing. Trust me on that."

“Okay then. Mind if I check for myself though?"

“Sure. Go ahead."

Matt walked up and put his head to the huge folded orange bud. His ears were treated to the familiar wet organic sounds of sex, but they were amplified. Judging from all the moaning inside, he guessed that Clark was experiencing stimulation at a whole new level. He even had trouble pulling his head back away and could even feel his own cock throb in reaction to the audio stimulation. He got a polite tap on the shoulder and looked up to the boar man.

“Ready?"

“Ready."

The boar man escorted him out of the area where Clark was being filled and milked, to a nearby large tree with a slight indented trunk. Matt was still not sure how this helped, until he saw the boar man lay down on his back, with his ass to the tree.

“The indentation will help with making sure you stay vertical on top of me, while giving my ample sack space to occupy and not get squished."

“Yeah. I can see that now."

“Alright then. Whenever you are ready kid."

Matt laid across the boar's belly, then pivoted himself to point his ass towards the boar cock. He then scooted backwards a bit and felt the twitching corkscrew slide between his ass cheeks and touch his anal entrance. He stopped. The boar man was curious as to why he was pausing.

“Need some lube?" Matt nodded.

The boar man groaned a little and Matt felt the warmth of the syrup coating his whole anal area.

“There. That should do."

Matt began scooting back more and the boar cock began to slowly sink into him. He paused when the entire corkscrew was resting right over his prostate. He was not prepared for how good it felt.

“I... I.... I'm going to..."

“Breath."

The boar man then felt the warmth of the man's cum plastering between them and then felt the man himself shudder.

“Shh." He vocalized and began stroking the man's back.

After laying there for a while, Matt raised back up and began to push himself back further.

“You sure it's not too much?" The boar man asked, when noticing it took a little effort.

“I want this. I need this. Just let me get seated and then just fill me already."

“Okay my eager hungry rider. Just take it slow"

With those words, Matt proceeded to lift himself upright onto the boar cock and allowed it to sink so far inside him, he felt those huge wonderful boar balls on his ass cheeks. He then just reclined back against the tree and closed his eyes, while rubbing a belly that already began to bulge a little.

“It's always nice to find a man that can handle all of me like this."

“Fuck. This actually feels great."

“The control is completely in your hands now kid. Just let me know when to stop."

Matt just nods. The boar man then relaxes his control and begins to let his syrup flow strongly into the man's guts. The man couldn't help but chuckle, as his belly began to gurgle.

“Normally, that would mean a bad thing."

“Not this time. Just massage your belly and help work it deeper into you. It will make the filling process a lot more comfortable for you. Still plenty more to come, if you want it."

“Fuck yes. I want it."

“How much? I can completely fill your guts and make your belly round. I can add more and it will flow on up into your stomach or we can go all the way and have it coming out your mouth."

Matt's eyes popped open and he looked right at the boar man.

“Seriously? That is like... possible?"

“Seriously kid. It will feel just as amazing and not hurt you at all."

“Fuck yes. I want that please. I want that amazing stuff everywhere inside me."

He closed his eyes again and simply sat there. Waiting for what he imagined would come.

“I'm ready. I'm ready for all of it."

“Okay Here we go."

Matt remained resting against the tree and focused on the belly massage, as it began expanding more and gurgled a little less. An occasional soft moan escaped his mouth and at one point he splayed out his fingers and ran his hands across his whole belly. It was beginning to feel quite round. The boar man resigned with crossing his arms behind the head and simply watched the man enjoy himself.

“I feel so full."

The warmth from all the syrup in his guts was now spreading through his whole body. It's presence was beginning to have an affect on him and felt himself being gradually nudged to become more and more aroused. His cock began slapping up against his bloated belly and was already leaking a lot of precum. The boar continued watching and chuckled with satisfaction.

“Fuck. I think I'm..."

Matt stopped moving his hands and let another orgasm crash through his body. He could swear the boar man was intentionally flexing his cock harder this time, stimulating his body to make it last longer and it did. Then he felt the stuff inside begin to make it's way into his stomach. The gurgling came back and he thought that he was going to throw up. His eyes flew open and he attempted to sit up straight, to get off the boar. Two large hands covered his belly and gently pushed him back.

“It's okay kid. Your stomach will settle down. Just relax and the syrup will take care of the rest."

He simply looked into the boar's eyes and soon felt better, as his stomach settled down.

“Now lean back and relax. Remember to breathe. The best is about to happen."

Matt's stomach initially reacted the way he thought would happen, but then there was none of the expected discomfort or pain. He felt it flex inside him, but it was milder. It's like his stomach was now working like a pump. Then he felt that strong arousal return and crash into his mind like a tidal wave, completely submerging it in pure lust. All he could think about now was more release. The syrup also began traveling up his throat, just as the sensation of cumming registered in his mind. This time, it felt different. There was no surging, but a steady stream. It just kept flowing out of him. He had no words to describe how amazing it felt and allowed his mouth to simply hang open, just as the syrup had finally made it's way up his throat and began rolling across his tongue out of his mouth. He simply stared off into empty space, with one and only one thought now occupying his mind. Cum and don't stop cumming.

E P I L O G U E

While Matt was having his experience with the boar man, Clark was having his own new experience, being tethered and pleasured inside the hidden underground chamber of the plant that grabbed him from above. His mind had long since stopped playing the triggered memory that served as bait for his submission to the milking process. He was now completely aware of what was happening, but his lust saturated mind didn't care and wanted more. All that mattered was this thing kept his rounded belly filled with the syrup and his cock kept pumping it out for the plant to feed on. Not too far away there was another much bigger version of the plant engaged with captured milking recipients. There were many syrup coated clothes strewn around it, along with a few back packs. A single black haired man then shows up on site and begins examining the clothes closely. His brow furrows in confusion, while trying to figure out what happened to the men in them. He then turns his head towards the huge closed orange flower bud and decides to investigate it. Remembering what was described in the Scribe's journal, he keeps an eye out for any tendril movement. Jacob then presses his head against the bud and listens. His eyes then get big and he slowly steps away. While keeping a weary eye on the flower bud, he proceeds to walk away and into the mist. He needed answers and the Others had them.