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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: ALTERED LIFE

One thing the people of all four zones have in common, is knowing the value of the people within their individual communities. Everyone that contributes in some way, to maintaining the longevity of these places, instinctively assign values to certain people connected to their personal lives. These values vary depending on what a given person has done for another, in the form of assistance with a given task. Be it something simply social or actual hard work. It could be an everyday task or one that tests what either knows about what is or is not possible. Successful completion of the task insures further beneficial relations between the two parties and assurance they know who to call upon, should those same conditions connected to that task be encountered again. This promotes a feeling of accomplishment that insures the integrity of a given relationship, encouraging the participating parties to continue having beneficial relations. As a result, value is assigned to those that have proven reliable by these individuals. A consistently reliable person acquires a reputation that becomes known to their community and sometimes beyond it. They become a person of interest to someone else, that needs someone that is reliable and dependable. This person becomes someone of great value.

Jacob was not certain how long he had been walking along this new path. He only knew that it gradually kept taking him further up the mountainside. He had a feeling that it was one of those ancient trails that people utilized for recreation and exercise, during time they earned from their enslaved work days, to reconnect with Nature itself. He had to admit that the world that existed long ago was one of strange habit and unnecessary complications. People from those times allowed too many things to interfere with their personal happiness and comfort. They believed their sacrifice, of holding onto habits that served only to preserve their own enslavement, justified the harm they did to themselves or to each other. He wondered about how one of those men especially would be handling his current situation right now. Their limited minds alone would probably still have them stuck back at the milking plant location and huddling behind one of the trees, fearful of what may or may not jump out of it and possibly eat them. The fear itself distorting their senses, leaving them with the altered perception that everything there served the purpose of luring one to certain death. Meanwhile, the struggle deep inside their mind would be that of fighting against old hormone influenced memories, reminding them of who they once were, before the life of practiced structured routine sexual behavior.

His journey along this path to finding his squad mates and answers to what is actually happening up in these mountains, has definitely been an exercise in objectivity. Something was definitely happening in these mountains. It didn't seem to have harmful intent, but it was introducing a reality and life that was vastly different in nature, than what he thought was possible. He considered himself to be a good problem solver. The current atmospherically influenced condition aside, he was slowly figuring some things out and was genuinely optimistic about how this could equate to something his community could utilize to resolve their current generational biological predicament. Regardless of the blatant sexual nature of what he was certain could be happening back inside the plant, his creative mind could actually perceive the fringes of some sort of new and exciting existence. But, that could be his more irrational hormone influenced thinking telling him that. He had to find his mates and make sure they were okay, before he could further explore the possibilities popping into his head.

He was actually rather impressed with how well he had been managing the arousal inducing assault on his mind. It became clear to him that any attempt to fight it, only served to mentally wear the person down more and thus condemned themselves to be helplessly overtaken by their own over simulated sex drive. Jacob preferred a strategy akin to what the ancient people called surfing. Pick the moments it would peak in his head. Anticipate where it is going and then get on top, to ride it out. He eventually forgot all about wanting to touch his cock and just let it throb and bob freely with his walking gate. He was careful to not take too big of steps and risk it brushing against his thigh, risking getting snagged by them waves and dragged into the depths of all consuming infused lust.

Shadow had to admit that he was rather impressed with this man. Never had he encountered someone that lasted this long within the mist, without succumbing to the call of frequently emptying their balls. This one was someone of worth, that he would enjoy breeding into total compliance and then teach him about the ways of syrup infused existence. Normally, he would find himself giving in to the need to breed and have taken a man by now. But he found himself pleasantly distracted from that purpose and simply kept out of sight, while watching and learning more about this man, as he talked himself through the process of figuring out his surroundings. His hoof then found a twig and didn't stop himself soon enough.

Snap.

“Shit!" He cursed to himself in a whisper, when he saw Jacob stop and look around.

“Hello? Anyone there? Sam? Guys?"

The only reply was the sound of accumulated condensation tapping leaves or the precum dripping from his throbbing cock onto the grass.

“Must have been another deer. After all, Felix said the mountains are riddled with deer trails. So why not." Jacob assessed and then resumed walking.

Shadow knew exactly where he was and made effort to be careful about not making any more foolish location revealing mistakes, as he quietly maneuvered himself ahead of the man along the trail. He successfully put a lot of distance between him and Jacob, before spotting the gradual upward hair pin turn. He could smell the air infusion levels shifting, as his eyes perceived the mist density levels beginning to rise. A nearby milking plant was opening and dispensing fresh air treatment components. It should be safe to risk crossing the trail and be adequately concealed in between the tree lines, then position himself at a stationary location and watch what happens next. The bull man knew that once the Ranger made the turn and walked a little further, he would come across the clearing with the plant in it. Once he was across the trail and began ascending further towards the location, Shadow spotted a good observation point right at the edge of the fairly level ground and just beyond the concealing treeline. He slowly made his way towards it and occasionally looked back to the general area of where he crossed the trail, to check up on Jacob's travel progress. His patience was rewarded with sight of the man making his way through the uphill turn. Once the bull man was at the observation spot, he made a quick visual check of the plant and it's surroundings. It had already opened at the top and begun to release it's payload of air modifying mist. Something then caught his eye, just beyond the other side of the plant. A vague outline of a hauling wagon and abandoned pulling harnesses, still attached to the towing hardware. The wagon itself looked quite large and it looked like four horses were required to pull it. Clothes were strewn about the area in the expected casual manner. Some were likely laying on the ground concealed by the rolling mist, while others were draped across various spots on the wagon itself. He couldn't help but let a mischievous grin spread across his lips and chuckle.

“Oh, this should be very interesting to see what Jacob thinks of this."

Shadow's peripheral vision then caught movement within the mist, where the trail connected with the milking plant's location. The mist was getting thicker, but the movement soon manifested into a vague shape of a person and eventually into the form of the Ranger. Jacob had just come up the straighter path beyond the hair pin turn and was grateful for the ground leveling off again into another clearing. His eyes could use a break from the repetitive walking past trees and seeing nothing but mist beyond them. Speaking of the mist. It was really dense here. The ground itself was completely invisible and replaced with a persistent rippling carpet, that flowed around his feet and came up to his shins, before thinning and rising up into the air around him. To help with eye fatigue, he had spent the latter half of the time looking down and didn't even notice he had approached a clearing, until his peripheral vision noticed the progression of trees move out of sight. As expected, the well trained man stopped and lifted his head, to begin visually surveying the open area ahead of him. His gaze immediately stopped directly ahead of him, as his eyes spotted the familiar outline of another milking plant through the veil of the mist. He paused and then immediately retrieved his portable light canister from the pack.

“Of course I would find another one of these plants." He lightheartedly criticized himself, while doing the light canister and compass trade again. “It looks like the mist is collecting around it in a curious way. Need to find a way around it, but also need to have a closer look at this thing. Nothing wrong with making this trip one of general exploration along the way."

Jacob's ears can already hear those familiar muffled sounds and quickly checks himself, to mentally push that to the background. He gives the canister a couple shakes and then focuses the beam, before walking into the clearing towards the plant. The progression is slow, as he barely lifts his feet up and move them forward under the rolling mist. Once he gets within twenty paces of the plant, he realizes this one is a little bigger than the previous one. The mist around his shins feels more like water, as it moves around his legs. Jacob pans the light beam vertically over the surface and then stops where there should be a pronounced blunt pointed top. Instead, he finds a persistently rippling dense cloud of mist hovering around the area, as several lisp streams of the stuff cascades downward to the ground.

“Well. I think we found the source of the special mist and likely figured out why these plants exist. My old science teacher once said that fifty percent of plant existence was dedicated to sex. I wonder what he would think of these things."

The closer proximity afforded his own hearing the opportunity to pick up on another curious thing. The chorus of sounds from this plant were different. There was an additional... bass quality?... to it. Had he not already been familiar with how one can so easily be lured into the trap of this thing's existence, he would have stepped closer and put his ear up to the plant and listened. For now, he was satisfied with the simple fact he found one a little different and possibly snared a powerful baritone singer. Jacob then pointed the light beam outward and panned it around the general area, as he carefully picked his way around the mist belching plant. He only made it as far as four steps and spotted the edge of a wagon wheel. This got his attention right away and he briefly forgot about his careful walking.

“I wouldn't do that if I we-..." Shadow began to say to himself, before seeing the man trip.

“Fuck!." Jacob exclaimed, as he fell face forward and disappeared into the mist carpet.

He managed to catch himself at the last second and didn't fall directly onto his stomach... or throbbing hard cock pointing straight out from him. Good reflexes saw to him landing on the side. A pile of clothes concealed by the mist also helped with breaking the fall... but didn't help with Jacob's environmental exposure. They were expectantly coated in syrup and now he had it all over himself. Jacob sighs with exasperation, as he slips out of the attached back pack and proceeds to get himself back up on his feet. He then bends over and grabs his pack, before straightening back up and points his light beam to what initially got his attention. The wagon. As he walked up to the thing, he realized it was a rather large gray wagon and grateful it was for basic cargo hauling, with an open back facing him at chest height. He tossed his pack up onto it, placing the light canister next to it and promptly slid out of his shirt. Jacob simply stood there for a bit to collect himself, before detaching a rolled blanket form the bottom of his pack. He balled it up and grabbed one of the water canteens attached to the side of the pack, then proceeded to soak it. Rigorous rubbing/scrubbing soon followed, to get as much of the syrup off him as possible. He briefly considered getting the stuff cleaned out of his crotch area, but remembered where he was standing and how much mental effort it took to not succumb to the influenced sex drive. The Ranger knew the moment he began rubbing around his cock, he could forget about having any real sanity for who knows how long and eventually end up in the plants himself.

“Considering there really are limits to what a person's body can endure, I wonder how long a person is kept inside a milking plant. Another one of those good questions to ask the obvious proper people about these things."

Once he was satisfied he was clean enough, he pulled a second clean shirt out of his pack and left the other one laying in the wagon bed. After slipping it on and successfully getting the light canister clean, he resumed his careful walking around the wagon and looked over the various discarded clothes. Jacob was not sure if he was being ridiculously naive or hopeful, but a part of him really wanted to find the expected horse or horses still attached. Obviously they were not or he would have heard them.

“This whole situation makes less sense than finding the Ranger uniforms back at the other plant. All civilians know better than to come up into the mountains. To see a hauling wagon this far into Other territory is baffling. Considering the nature of the environment, how did they make it this far in?Hopefully I can find something on the wagon that will identify who they are and then see about contacting their family after I get back to the base camp. This is going to turn into one very lengthy debrief. It looks like quite the variety of people size displayed here. Possibly four men were traveling with this wagon. Maybe more. One of these men was quite the big boy. Two of them about the size of a teenager or young man. The fourth more average. I'm not sure the words exist to explain this situation to the wives still waiting for them back home. Hell. I'm not sure how long they had been lost in these mountains. I'm getting more questions than answers with this location."

Jacob climbs up onto the front sitting bench and finds nothing of significance, aside from four pairs of work boots that looked like they were casually slipped off and left behind. He shines the light beam beyond the front panel and foot rest, down onto the tow hitch. Syrup glistened off its metal frame. It was thick too. Definitely made to tether four horses. He climbed back down off the wagon and carefully picked his away over and around the abandoned hitch. He found himself occasionally stopping to untangle his feet from syrup coated straps, while investigating the discarded harness. Just like with the clothes back at the other plant site. There was no sign of hasty removal of the hardware. His foot then touched something smooth and metal. He bent down and picked it up.

“A horse bit. Every single piece of attached hardware was removed with the same care as doing this under normal conditions. My feet found no signs of the ground being dug up. They certainly weren't unhitched and simply let go. It's like the horses were..." Jacob trails off and looks back at the plant. “No. How or why would a horse especially let themselves..." He drops the bit from his hand and stares at the plant. “Horses and people are very different about..." He raises his head and closes his eyes, before taking deep breaths. His eyes fly back open and levels his head again. “Stupid. Don't do that again."

He then just stands there, staring at the mist rolling down the petals and into the ground cover itself. His mind began to wonder and dwell on how this scene could have played out. The part with the men was easy enough and based on what likely happened at the other plant, it happened the same way. Except, now, there were horses involved in this scenario and all evidence suggests they also put up zero resistance. They willingly let the plant take them as well. His mind began drifting more, as he began picturing the horses themselves succumbing to the same conditions and stimulation. He also began to wonder about other things that were likely happening inside both plants, as a result of them surrendering to the fundamental desire of cumming. Plants don't recognize the same boundaries as people. There is nothing to stop them from essentially plugging men together. Or in the case of the plant he was facing, nothing to stop the plant from plugging man and horse together. He genuinely found himself wondering what that would feel like and how it felt for Mark back at the stable. Shadow watched with intense interest, as he observed Jacob remaining in that one spot by the wagon and kept staring at the plant. He wanted to see if this was the moment Jacob finally succumbs or manages to regain control of himself. The bull man couldn't begin to guess specifically what was going through that Ranger's head right now, but based on past experience and chats with Larry, he knew the various things that was being pondered and thought about by the man.

“More." Jacob was shaken out of his daydream, by the faint familiar voice of the Scribe.

“Then more is what you shall have." Who did that deep voice come from?

He then looked the general direction he thought those voices came from and spotted another break in the tree line. If there was a chance that was real, he had to take it. Jacob looked towards to where he left his pack and then back to the treeline break. The pack was likely safe at it's current location and the Scribe sounded like he was actually close. He walked back to the end of the wagon and stowed the light canister back into the pack, before turning and then carefully made his way through the ground cover towards the new revealed path.

“A shame that voice got his attention so soon. The plant is nearly done with the ones inside of it. I'm sure he would have experienced quite the revelation, when seeing how this plant connected those four men and horses. Oh well. Time to wrap things up and get him filled already. He has earned the reward and my respect." Shadow comments, before coming out of the concealing treeline.

He walks on by the milking plant and stops to give it an affectionate pat on one of the petals, as it begins to slowly angle outward with the rest of them. The bull man makes it a point to step away and give the thing space to expand, as the petals continue to unfurl. His eyes then spot the arching tubes of various sized tendrils ascending out of the plant, carrying their snared milking recipients with them. He watches the layers of syrup coated orange petals flatten out across the ground, as the ensnared men and horses emerge within the grasp of the tendrils. It impressed him to see how proficiently these milking plants handled their recipients and how creative they get with the process. His ears picked up on the sound of two more like him approaching from behind. He turned to face the two completely black bull men and exchanged a nod with them.

“What brings you here Shadow?" One of them asks.

“Morning Bor. Just tracking someone wandering through the mist. He is a resilient one and will prove to be an effective breeding contribution to our community."

“Do we know him?" The other one asks.

“I don't think so Tor. He is from Anchor Georgia."

“Ahh." They reply in unison.

“So." He nods behind him. “Trying out new exposure conditions and see if it works?"

“A possible way to enhance the mist, without taxing the plant's own internal resources." Bor replies and continues. “Take this plant for example, as it now extends it's tendrils outward across the petals and gently lowers the men and horses down onto them, before releasing these guys from their voluntary milking prison. It has learned that although the internal guts of a man can be utilized to help create the potent mists of these mountains, it has also learned the horse's unique stomachs and guts can be utilized as a means to alter and manipulate the formula for more desirable results. It was only logical that eventually the plant would then put them together to help create more potent mist."

Shadow turns back around and observes the plant disconnecting from the man and stallion laid down near him on their side. He notices the stallion is buried inside the man all the way to to the balls. He doubted either one were consciously aware he was standing there and appeared to be in some sort of trance like mental state. Both had syrup coming out of their mouths, The man still had a round belly and syrup coming out of his cock. It would probably be a while, before they both came down off their continuous orgasm high.

“These men and horses will certainly never be the same again. The men especially will likely need a little counseling, to mentally sort out what they allowed themselves to get involved with and will also need help with their readjusted anatomy for the process."

“We thought of that and recently acquired new community members that were men before we changed them and of this specific sexual inclination. They have the perspective and experience to adequately help these chosen milking recipients adjust to their new lives." Tor explains.

“So wouldn't bulls have been a better first choice for this new endeavor... for rather obvious internal configuration reasons. We do have more comfortable sleek spears after all.?" Shadow suggests.

“We have already done both the bull and stallion phases with men of such inclinations and were able to refine the process via their cooperation." Bor assures him.

“Those specific men were rewarded for their contribution and made into new community members that will council these men." Tor added.

“Sounds like you have this project well managed. Speaking of projects, I have one of my own I need to finish." Shadow turns around and shakes the hand of both bull men. “Keep up the promising work with the milking plants and look forward to the final results." Shadow then departs and takes the same path Jacob chose. He waves back at the two bull men, before disappearing into the mist.

During the time Shadow spent talking to the two bull men, Jacob had managed to gain some distance between the two of them. He was rather grateful for not encountering any more inclined terrain and thus be forced to suck in more of the altered air than he needed. The mist showed signs of thinning out again. Maybe his cock will get a break and at the least, stop throbbing and dripping so much. If he didn't know any better, he could swear the mist was dropping to the same tolerable levels as back on the inclined trail to the observation outpost. That meant that he would finally get to see real sunlight again and not this mind numbing diffused off white ambient lighting.

“If the mist is actually getting thinner, then that means the Scribe and the mystery companion is actually closer than I thought." He assures himself “The wording sounded odd though. I hope he is okay and avoided any weird plant encounters."

With those words, the mist began to thin out more and gave him considerable viewing distance again. Enough to see the treeline breaking ahead of him into a rather large clearing. His eyes detected some sunlight filtering through the mist as well. No visible light beams cutting through the air, but the leaves of the surrounding trees were definitely catching it's illumination. Upon arriving at the edge of the clearing itself, he noticed the ground at his feet was now free of the mist carpet and then consciously realized he had actually been bare foot ever since leaving the first milking plant.

“Oh well. The grass and morning dew feels good anyway. It's not like I'm walking across rocks or barren land." He shrugs and proceeds to walk further out into the clearing.

To call the clearing itself large, was an understatement. Aside from the occasional tree or cluster of bushes, it was relatively empty and looked to cover an overall space the size of Anchor Georgia. His nose then detects a faint familiar maple scent in the air and he stops. He cranes his head forward and slowly turns in place to figure out where it is coming from. Jacob straightens back up and slowly follows to where the scent is getting stronger. His instincts told him that he would somehow finally find the Scribe at the source.

“Probably plopped down at some outdoor picnic table, scarfing down more pancakes."

The scent begins to build in strength, as it brings him to a line of tress serving as a pass through partition to the smaller clearing just beyond it. Not only did the scent seem to come from there, but he could see the return of the denser mist. This made seeing beyond the trees more difficult. He began to have suspicions about what he might encounter and began looking around, as he walked through the thin treeline. Thankfully the ground was still visible and afforded him the option of occasionally checking where his feet landed. The secondary clearing was not as huge, but it still had considerable size to it. Enough to hide... a plant... or two. He ventured out into it and continued to follow the maple scent and noticed his own cock begin to throb and drip again. His eyes then spotted a vague shape in the distance. It was hard to tell if it was an old tree trunk or someone posing in an odd way. The scent was coming from that location exactly. He stopped and paused, then took a few steps forward. His ears began picking up on a sound similar to what he heard inside the first milking plant, but it wavered more. The shape then finally clarifies into two and Jacob freezes in his footsteps. One of them was much bigger than a man and looked to possibly be dark brown. The attached horns gave him away as being a bull man. The other one was the Scribe, who looked right at him and grinned.

“Looks like we have company approaching. Maybe he will join us or simply watch us." The bull man commented, just as the Ranger looked him in the eyes and then back at the Scribe.

Jacob's own mind suddenly found itself in a very vulnerable position, as many powerful irrational thoughts began bursting forth and flooding the last remaining area where he secured his logical thoughts. There was the Scribe. He was just laying there completely naked, with his legs spread and held in the air by the ankles, having his visibly round belly filled by the bull man. Although Jacob could hear gurgling coming from inside it, there was no sign of the man being in distress and looked to be enjoying the experience. Jacob noticed the belly itself was coated with a familiar syrup. Had he already been inside one of those plants and was now being willingly used by the bull man? Or...

“Fuck me." Came the words as barely a whisper heard only by Jacob.

The last of his logical thoughts were drowned away, the moment he noticed the Scribe's mouth fall slack and syrup began running out of it in small ripples. He dared to look at the bull man and locked eyes with him. The only response he got was a grin born of potent confidence. They both knew what would likely happen next and Jacob actually found himself being completely fine with that outcome. His mind began drifting back to the breakfast encounter with Shadow at Larry's house. He remembered finding himself looking the pure white beast over and imagining what it would be like to feel his cock inside an ass so big and warm. Plowing it and pounding that prostate until the bull bellowed his release and sprayed his cum everywhere. He also imagined within the moment that Larry likely had that ass a few times himself. Perhaps Larry took some turns at getting plowed himself. He wouldn't have minded getting plowed by Shadow during that breakfast. Grabbed by the sides and thrown onto his back at the table, sending dishes scattering and crashing across the floor. Larry and the Scribe simply standing to the side and masturbating to the scene of him being taken by the big beautiful sexy white bull. Feeling that sleek long bovine spear sink super deep inside him and persistently plunge into him, until those huge balls finally gave up their offering to the carnal act of breeding his needy ass. No. Not just breed. Fill. He now fully understood what was happening in front of him. The bull man was not putting cum inside the Scribe. He was filling the man in much the same way he imagined the milking plants were filling the men they ensnared. Jacob wanted to know what that felt like and to experience the exotic experience of being used in such a way. His was so lost in his arousal infused thoughts and the stimulating display in front of him, that he didn't notice Shadow approach from behind him. The bull man utilized practiced approach technique and softly brought his hands down on the shoulders. Jacob quickly glances sideways and spots the familiar large white hands, that handed him the plate of pancakes this morning. A warm slick presence presses against the back of his neck, the realization causing his cock to throb harder. He spots the end of a white muzzle appear over a shoulder, before finding his eyes going back to the mind shattering display of seeing the Scribe reduced to a syrup filled fuck toy.

“Looks like someone definitely likes what they see." Shadow whispers to him.

Jacob simply nods in response. He couldn't help but to finally begin touching and stroking his throbbing cock, using the generous amount of precum as lube.

“There is probably a lot of different thoughts racing through your mind right now. My instincts tell me that one of those more potent thoughts is you wondering what that feels like. To be pleasured and filled in such a exquisite erotic way. I actually enjoyed the way both of you looked at me this morning and was a little disappointed you had to leave so soon. I really wanted to fill both of you up, until your bellies grew round and gurgled with my warm gift inside you. Larry would have happily joined in on the fun and eagerly nursed on your cocks, until you couldn't cum anymore and began filling his mouth with the syrup I put in you. But circumstance saw to you being taken away for your little journey up here and I had to make do with making Larry my happy little syrup filled fuck toy instead. Then circumstance saw to you and I crossing paths once more. I simply couldn't pass up the opportunity to possibly have you again. So I made the effort to be patient and followed you around the trails. You actually impressed me with your restraint and control. That made me want you even more. So what do you say Jacob? Are you ready to be taken by this horny bull and become his fuck toy, while watching your friend being used like this?"

Jacob simply nods in response again.

Shadow decides more human legs is practical for the moment and changes until he has proper feet to stand on, then lowers to his knees. He wants Jacob to remain entranced with the sexual display in front of them and handles the removal of the man's shirt himself, then lays his hands back on the shoulders and lines up his unaltered bovine spear with the ass cheeks. The bull man slowly pushes forward, as his cock slides on through and into the anal entrance on the man. He pauses and waits for any sign of reluctance. There is none and Shadow proceeds to push further inside him.

Jacob remains fixated on the Scribe being filled and moans.

The white bull man sinks a little further and then pauses, while he shifts his one hand down to the Ranger's hip. He then moves the other hand across the belly and proceeds to gently pull the man against him, while sinking the rest of his bovine spear all the way inside his guts. Shadow then pauses, before slowly dragging his sleek cock almost all the way back out and then slowly plunges all the way back in, paying close attention to rub the man's prostate along the way. He checks the status of his new fuck toy and finds they are still fixated on their friend and still okay. The bull man glances down the front of the Ranger and sees him stroking his cock more vigorously. He is ready. Shadow then proceeds to repeat the thrusts at a slightly faster pace and keeps the Ranger held close to him. The other bull man simply nods with approval, before directing his gaze back to the Scribe.

“I guess one of my mates wanted your friend all to himself." The bull man says and chuckles.

Jacob watches as the syrup begins to flow steadily out of the Scribe's mouth, as if he is no longer anything but an extension of the bull man's cock. He wanted this. He really did. Shadow pulls out and gives him a polite nudge, to turn towards a nearby tree. The Ranger takes the hint and places his hands on it, while keeping his eyes on the Scribe. The bull man stands up completely and bends over the man, before wrapping his arms around him and sinking his bovine spear all the way back in again. He then resumes the deep fucking he started and begins to slowly release his syrup into Jacob. The man's belly gurgles in response as it begins to bulge a little.

“There is the sound I have been waiting for." Shadow whispers into an ear.

Jacob simply stands and watches the Scribe continue to lay there, staring off into empty space. He wondered if he would be the next one there and have Shadow doing the same to him. He then noticed the bull man fucking him had slightly different plans, as he felt those strong arms wrapped around him grip tighter and that wonderful bovine spear fuck him faster and deeper. The balls were also beginning to slap against his own. This was fine. He didn't mind actually getting an old fashion fuck out of the sexy white bull. So long as he gets what the Scribe is experiencing afterwards. Jacob then saw the other bull man begin to pull out of him. It was at this point he realized that the man's cock was ejecting a steady trickle of syrup itself. What does this stuff do to a man's body, to make something so seemingly impossible happen to him. He then spots the bull man reach for something and present a classic butt plug, that he swiftly pushes into the Scribe after fully extracting his own cock. The bull man then gently scoops the syrup bloated Scribe into his arms and walks away from them into the mist.

“Now it is your turn. I will even give you a choice. You can be on your back or resting against me, like I am some cozy chair." Shadow suggests.

“I..." Jacob surprises himself that he can still articulate words, after seeing... that.

“Take your time. I'll just leave myself inside you for now and not even thrust. That way you don't get too distracted and make an informed choice."

“I think... I like to try... the sitting thing."

“One living comfy chair coming right up. Now don't move and simply trust me. I'm aware my throbbing spear is buried all the way inside you and one wrong move could do damage. Remain still, while I hold you in place and walk us over to we saw your friend being filled."

With that, Jacob felt one hand go to his bulging belly, while the other one went up to a peck and it's attached arm gripped him tight. The hand on his belly kept him firmly pressed against the bull man, as they both straightened up completely vertical and his own feet came up off the ground. Shadow then walked them over to the platform thing the Scribe was laying on earlier. He didn't get to see much of it, as the bull man turned them away and began to squat down. The moment his feet touched the ground, he let his legs fold and waited for Shadow to finish the descent to a squatting position.

“Now stick your feet out in front and let yourself lean against me, as I lower us both down onto my ass. Ignore the scraping noise behind us. I have tough skin."

He did as he was told and found that true to his lover's words, there was scraping of hide against wooden bark, before feeling a very mild thumb through the cock buried inside him.

“There. Now just let me straighten my own legs out and then fold them up like so... Oh. Don't forget to pick up your feet, as I bring them in for a more comfortable cross legged sitting position."

Both couldn't resist chuckling, while Shadow got settled into his planned sitting position. Once he did that, he moved his arms away and put his hands on the knees. Jacob helped by keeping himself firmly in place with his hands and not have that bovine spear inside his guts move in a painful uncomfortable way. His bovine lover then allowed himself to lean back against the wooden platform behind them. Both then sighed in relief as they finally got settled into place.

“Okay then. You ready?" Shadow asked.

“Yeah. I'm ready. No fucking this time. Just fill me." Jacob replies.

Shadow said nothing and simply relaxed his control over the flow from his balls. Jacob had taken some pretty large loads inside of himself before and knew how things were supposed to feel, when tethered inside a service chamber. But the sensation of feeling the bull man's syrup actually flow into his guts and coat the surrounding walls, was something a little familiar and yet new to him. The initial sensation of having his insides touched by a slimy substance was not the new part. The sensation of having it rapidly gain more presence inside you and begin warming you up inside took a little adjustment. Not to mention his own guts initially didn't care for the new presence, giving him a bit of gas he eventually belch out of his mouth.

“Start rubbing your belly and feel for where the gurgling is the most intense. Massage that area and it will help dissipate the gas build up. Eventually your system will settle down and accept the syrup as it begins absorbing it." Shadow advises.

Jacob does as he is told and sure enough, his guts quickly settle down and the filling experience becomes pleasurable again. The ambient warmth of the sex syrup begins to radiate beyond his belly and consume his whole body. He was puzzled as to why this didn't make him feel hot. Instead it was quite soothing and felt like he was being wrapped in a comfortable blanket. His system then began responding to what was in the syrup itself and what ever mental clarity he had gained previously began fading fast. His first impulse was to act on recent memory and get himself on top of the wave, as it swiftly approached his mind. His own body language began outwardly communicating this effort through subtle movement all over it. Shadow noticed this right away and placed his own hands over Jacob's, before speaking to him softly.

“Shh. No need for that this time. There are no important destinations to think about. No one to search for, because deep down you know where they are and they are just fine. You got to see this for yourself just moments ago. You accomplished your goal. You found this place and us. The Scribe is now here and we will give him all the knowledge he can handle, before sending him back with you. Just sit here with me and enjoy your reward for a job well done fuck toy."

With those words, he began to feel the full affects of the syrup and was gaining more understanding of what the men back in the milking plant was likely experiencing. He could feel himself slipping away and allowing his body to simply react. The bovine spear inside him began to throb a little harder and the flow of that syrup began to increase. He had difficulty articulating how it felt, with that stuff moving inside him and filling every available space inside his belly. Getting stuffed and filled with a big cock simply did not compare to this and seemed insignificant. He found himself craving more of this and wanted to be filled with more of it. His need and desire to be filled was triggering his arousal and could feel his own cock slapping against his growing belly. His ass began convulsing around the bovine spear buried inside him.

“There you go. Just let go and simply feel. Let it flow though your body and consume you. Live in the moment. Nothing else matters."

Jacob then felt his orgasm approach and moaned loudly as he experienced cumming without touching himself. He could hear it splatter on the grass beyond them and feel it surge out of him with such tremendous presence. After the long walk through the mist and struggling to stay on top of the wave, he felt a tremendous sense of relief to finally give in and let it drown him.

“That's it fuck toy. Let yourself go and ride it out. We are just getting started."

With those words, Jacob felt his belly begin to swell more and experienced absolutely no discomfort. He looked down and saw that it now had a rather round shape. He could feel his own cock remaining hard and slapping against it. Although he had just cum, his whole body was still surging with need. Jacob honestly had no explanation for how this was even possible and genuinely didn't care. He wanted more and knew Shadow could give it to him. The warm presence of the syrup began flowing upwards through his body and he could feel it right at his stomach. It wanted in and he knew it was going to happen. He was a little nervous for obvious reasons, but also knew he was at the point of no return. This was going to happen and if he wanted the same experience as the Scribe, it had to happen. Somehow Shadow also knew it was time.

“Ready for the big finish?"

“Yes. More. Give me more."

“Then here comes more."

Shadow completely released control over the flow and watched as Jacob had the expected brief convulsion, in reaction to the flow moving through him. Jacob failed to find the words to describe the intensity. First there was the brief discomfort and expected reaction from his stomach, as the syrup flooded into it. Then the fleeting impulse to throw up, before both faded rapidly and the comforting ambient warmth returned. Then his whole body began surging with a level of arousal completely new to him. He wanted to cum. Really bad. His cock throbbed and slapped his belly harder, as he felt the next orgasm approaching. He could feel his stomach change behavior and began working like a pump, as it began pushing the syrup up his throat. Once again there was no discomfort. Only the ambient presence of the warmth and arousal. The structure of his thoughts began breaking down, as they seem to become more fluid. Then most of them began to just disappear, as his mind became more basic in nature. Was this what the men in the milking plant experienced, before becoming fully active syrup milk cows? Was this what eventually made them completely complaint with such a strange process? He wanted to vocalize how excessively more aroused he was feeling, but the necessary mental structure was no longer there. He did mentally register what his cock was feeling, as his next orgasm hit and he felt himself ejaculating with more force this time. It felt different, as it throbbed and released his load. The release itself felt more fluid and continuous. There was no surges, just a steady stream of it coming out of him. His simplified thought process had no context for this sensation or scenario. It was just one more thing happening to him that should not be possible and yet it was actually happening. Syrup finally came out his mouth and did at the moment he thought his orgasm would end. But there was no end and it kept flowing out of his cock in a steady trickle, as the syrup began flowing out of his mouth at a stronger flow rate. He was once again awarded greater clarity of what the men in the milking plant was experiencing.

“Well hello Sam. Looking for your mates. I got one of them right here." Shadow teased quietly.

Although his mind was fast loosing the capacity for coherent thinking, he did actually see Sam at the edge of the clearing. The man was moving slow and cautious, while looking around himself a lot. It also looked like he had lost all of his clothes or maybe everything except his boots. Then he triggered something hidden in the mist rolling over the ground, before he was briefly consumed in a white cloud. When the cloud dispersed, the man was still there and simply standing in place and seemingly staring off into empty space. A single familiar looking feeding tendril then arose out of the mist and attached itself to his hard cock. This brought the man down onto his knees and then forward onto his hands. Sam let out a moan, as another familiar tendril found his face and latched onto it. A third was seen popping into the air and quickly found his ass. Then many more tendrils popped up around him and wrapped around different parts of his body, before jointly hoisting him into the air. The rolling mist covering the ground was then disturbed by a lot of movement, as large orange flower petals began rising up. Sam showed no signs of resisting the ensnarement, as demonstrated by moans of pleasure being heard from beyond the face tendril. He simply laid limp while suspended in the air.

“I'm sure you want to be there with him."

Jacob barely processed the context of the question, but somehow understood and nodded in response, as syrup ran down his chin, then onto his chest and across his rounded belly. It collected with the syrup coming out of his cock and pooled around their touching balls, before seeping in between the calves of the sitting bull man. Shadow occasionally scooped some of it up with his fingers and licked them clean, while watching the spectacle in the distance. The Ranger felt the desire to experience the milking with Sam very strongly. This impulse only served to remove what little mental control was left, as the full affect of the syrup pulled his mind deeper into the depths of pure lust. There was no more Jacob. There was only Shadow's fuck toy, to be filled for as long as the bull man desired.

“Just let yourself drift away and sleep. I will take care of you."

Shadow gave the man an affectionate lick on the cheek and watched the ending of Sam's own plight, as the tendrils flexed and began lowering him into the hidden underground cavity. The bull man didn't have very long to wait, as the petals began closing the gap and forming into the tapered orange bud found everywhere in these mountains.

Jacob was not sure how long he had been unconscious, but he did have to admit he felt a lot better after having that very long powerful orgasm. Then he quickly realized something was very different and he was no longer in Shadow's lap. He felt liquid flowing all around him and it was quite dense to the touch. The temperature was warm, but ambient and inviting. It also felt like he was floating, while being kept tethered in place by...

His eyes flew open and he immediately looked down to see his belly slightly rounded. Hmm. Okay so far? There was a tendril just beyond it and he could feel it was still attached and... not milking his cock yet. As his sense of touch began returning more to him, he felt an additional second tendril embedded in his ass and it appeared to be currently inactive as well. With most of his sense of touch back, he was finally feeling everything again. That included the syrup that was still occupying every available space inside him. He used his hands and feet to try and turn himself around. From the looks of things, he appeared to finally be inside one of those milking plants. The Orange color and very dim illumination he expected. Including sight of his squad mates floating nearby, there also appeared to be the same number of Others in here too. That he did not expect. So what now? He then felt the tendril in his ass flex and begin adding more syrup, while throbbing against his prostate. Well. So much for mental clarity. That will be leaving soon enough. He was about to experience the same thing as those men in the other milking plant after all. Fuck that tendril in the ass felt good and the fresh infusion of new syrup was rounding out his belly again. The rest of the syrup in his body began moving and the tendril attached around his mouth, simply took care of what overflow came out of it. The combined stimulation triggered his orgasm. Correction. Prolonged orgasm. Mental clarity was already fading fast and he used what little was left to see if he could figure out the story with this particular plant. The surrounding environment soon began filling up with unified moans from everyone else. There was also that moving liquid sound. There simply was not enough time, as he felt his thoughts turn basic and simple again. Jacob? There was no Jacob here. Only syrup milk cow. That was his purpose here. Get filled and get milked until the plant was done with him.

Minutes turned into hours.

Thoughts of returning to that other life would have to wait.

Hours turned into days.

He no longer cared about that other life and lived only to be milked.

Over the course of the seven days he was inside the milking plant, the only change to his surroundings was the human occupants. The Scribe was added one day after him. The twins were removed that same day. Then the Nomad brothers removed the second day. Clark and Matt were removed separately, on days three and four. Sam and the Scribe were left inside with him, for continued milking over the next three days. Then finally the seventh day arrived.

“Easy there. No need to rush the extraction. Gradually taper off the flow going into them and keep the milking rate steady for now." Came the self assuring words from the white wolf man.

He was standing on an organic looking circular green platform, that was just big enough to set a small wagon on it and suspended just above the syrup of the Saturation Chamber, via six very thick organic tethers. Although the chamber itself bulged significantly outward from where the syrup level was setting, The visible surface area was still large enough to set a horse stable on it.

“Okay. I will keep an eye on the final three men and make sure nothing odd happens. Come on out when you two are ready to begin the retrieval of them." He announces from the platform.

It was connected to a oval doorway, big enough for two Others to fit through it side by side, by a wide organic looking green cat walk. Bor and Tor appear within the doorway and begin walking towards the wolf man, who then looks up from the syrup at them briefly, before looking back down.

“Since we have never left a human in the syrup for this long, we need to proceed very carefully. The first priority is to get the feeder tendrils off their cocks and swapped out for your muzzles. Next, proceed to drain them of the syrup in their system and gradually slow it down, as their bellies begin to flatten out. At this point, the flow of syrup going into their ass should have tapered off enough to easily swap out those tendrils for your own cocks. Remember to keep the flow out of your balls down to the same trickling rate as that of the detaching anal tendrils. From there, you proceed to slowly resurface with the men from below. Don't worry about the slack in the face mask tendrils. I will be up here taking care of that and waiting with the blankets, to keep them warm after being exposed to the open air again. Now, since Jacob has been in there longer, bring him up first. Then bring the Scribe up. I will handle Sam's extraction myself. Any questions so far about this new procedure?"

“One obvious one." Bor starts.

“Will this work?" Tor asks.

“If we simply do this extraction slow, everything should be fine and their minds will readjust. The connecting living quarters will keep them insulated from everything on the outside and give us total control over how much filters back into their surroundings. Although this project was my idea, it uses established systems you two created. That is why I put you guys in charge of the recovery process for these men. I am just here to simply help out."

“Well. Let's do this." Bor suggested.

Tor just nods and is the first one to reshape his legs to human form, before squatting down onto the platform and lowering himself over the edge, chest deep into the warm syrup. The wolf man steps sideways towards a clear glass panel, the size of his chest and suspended on a organic tendril. Then presses his finger to an image of a tendril with four long finger appendages near the side edge.. The same looking green tendril descends from overhead and with assistance from the wolf man, secures and hugs Tor's back tightly but comfortably. Bor guides a familiar looking nearby green tendril, with a long slightly bulging tip, towards his muzzle. The bull man breathes at it and the end splits open into the expected three long triangular sections. The phallic core extends towards his open mouth, as two breathing tubules extend and seek out his nostrils. Once the mask secures itself in place and Tor confirms he is receiving both proper air and nutrient flow, the wolf man strokes his two fingers downward over the image of the tethered gripping tendril and the new face hugging tendril image on the clear panel. It changes to show them connected to the image of a bull man. Tor waits for significant slack to manifest in the two attached tendrils, before taking his arms off the platform and allows himself to begin sinking downward into the syrup. The wolf waits until he is completely submerged, before tapping the image of a squid displayed at the upper corner of the panel. He then presses his finger down and drags it over to the combined image of the bull man and attached tendrils. A blue glow appears in the water and moves towards Tor and hovers in front of his face. He closes his eyes and focuses on the eyeless squid bot and isolates an image of Jacob. The squid bot bobs and then shoots off down into the syrup, before stopping. The bull man then proceeds to dive towards the squid bot.

“Okay Bor. You are up next."

The bull man repeats Tor's preparation steps and lowers himself into the syrup, while the wolf man takes care of retrieving and securing the two tendrils to him. They both then nod to each other and two fingers once again stroke the same two symbols. Once Bor was completely submerged, he only had a few seconds to wait and he was greeted by a companion squid bot. He focused and conveyed the image of the Scribe, before the bot bobbed and dived downward into the dimmer depths of the saturation chamber. The bull man maneuvered himself around and and swam towards the marked location of the man. Back up on the platform, the wolf man got a prompt from the other squid bot. It's image blinked onto the panel next to the bull man, along with a new image of a man appearing inside of him. Both new images began blinking in sync to confirm transfer was in progress.

Jacob was slowly regaining structured thinking at the moment some glowing blue thing manifested from above him and began approaching his head quickly. The tendril attached to his cock had ceased all function and simply remained attached. This lack of sensation gave him sufficient available mental capacity to focus on this new thing. He had difficulty figuring out what he was seeing. It was like some really big blue glowing bullet and had some sort of spinning thing/things attached, that was propelling it towards him. It quickly slowed down and stopped right in front of his face. Aside from having no eyes, it looked every bit like the smaller squids he was taught about in school as a boy. He was not sure if it was safe to touch, so he resigned with just floating there and watching it bob in front of him. The mental activity of studying the surface details of this organic thing, was encouraging his mind to regain it's original structure. His peripheral vision then spotted movement from the side and he could have sworn he saw one of the Others nearby move towards him. He turned his head and confirmed there was movement coming towards him, but it wasn't one of the tethered ones. This was a new one diving towards him from above. It was rather difficult to see this one and once he was close enough to touch, Jacob could see why this was the case. The new person was a black bull man, who had just a face tendril attached to his muzzle and possibly a second one somehow directly attached to his back. Tor slowly reached out and gently gripped one of the man's arms and raised it to match the raised position of his other arm. He then pressed the hands together, then interlaced the fingers and gently squeezed. The human hand responded. Next he began moving his arm in a figure eight formation, watching to see if the man followed. Jacob let the arm move and guide his own, before catching on and responding by leading the movement pattern himself. Good. Basic eye hand coordination is confirmed to be functioning properly.

The bull man then pointed down directly at the man's crotch and motioned he was lowering himself down to it's level. Jacob actually understood what he was being told and was starting to remember things. Tor then slowly flipped himself around into a sixty nine position and gave the tendril in his mouth brief clamping pressure, that signaled it to retract. This freed up his muzzle to take the man's cock into it. Jacob then felt the tendril attached to his cock release it's grip and felt large hands grip his hips, before a large warm mouth engulfed his cock and began sucking. His hand sought out the bull man's horns and he gripped them tightly, while pulling that muzzle into his crotch area firmly. His own influenced system immediately reacted and resumed the process of draining all the syrup in him out through his cock. Tor began sucking harder and the flow into his mouth increased. The feeling of draining his balls and body into that bull man's mouth completely enthralled Jacob. He could just float here for the rest of his life and keep doing this. The reduced flow of syrup into his anal cavity reminded him that this however would end soon, as he felt it stop completely and the tendril behind him detach. The flow of the syrup out of his cock eventually slowed down and he looked down to visually confirm his belly returned back to it's original toned condition. He let up on his grip of the bull horns, as Tor let go of the cock and maneuvered himself upright again. The bull man then gently gripped his shoulder, before giving him a soft pat on the chest. He then motioned with his hands and arms to signify he was maneuvering behind the man and then would hug him from behind. Jacob hoped more would happen.

As if to answer his lust enslaved mind, he felt the bull man pull him into a hug from behind and then felt the familiar presence of a bovine spear sink inside him, until he felt the sheath itself make contact with his butt cheeks. Completely filled with something warm again. Jacob then felt the familiar presence of the syrup, as it began flowing back into him and then felt the brief tug of gravity, as the tendril attached to Tor's back began retracting. The man was reminded once again that he was submerged in thin syrup, as it put up resistance against his upward movement through it. The squid bot was keeping pace and stayed right with his face through the ascent, while revealing a organic textured skin in the gradually increasing brightness of the orange illumination. Things felt a little different this time for him. Although his body was getting more syrup dumped into him, his mind was actually forming more structured thoughts. He was thinking about more than just the cock inside him and how much syrup he was getting. Jacob actually wondered about where he was and looked up towards the surface both of them were slowly approaching. His eyes could make out a glowing orange background, with a darker elliptical shape and outline of a wolf's head in the foreground. Tor moved his hands to cup Jacob's ears, as they broke the surface and raised further out of the syrup, before being slowly moved over and onto the platform. The wolf man was quick to approach the Ranger and wrap him in a very large tan blanket, before carefully extracting him off the bovine spear that was retracting out of his ass. Tor assisted by detaching the feeding tendril from the man's face and then carefully relinquishing Jacob to the wolf man.

“Easy there. Just let yourself fall into me." The wolf man encouraged Jacob.

Tor got himself detached from the two tendrils and let them retract out of the way, before taking over holding Jacob up and then lowering the two of them down onto another large tan blanket, the wolf man laid out for them during the time down in the syrup. He made sure that every inch of the Ranger was covered and used his own body to help keep the blanket securely wrapped around him.

“Where..." Jacob began to say in a hushed tone.

“Shh. Just lay here for a while and keep your face covered." Tor assured him.

The bull man watched the wolf man spread another blanket flat and then grab another folded one, off the top of two more identical ones.

“So what exactly is the plan with Sam, Lucius?" Tor asked the wolf man.

“I keep him out here and we talk, while you two help Jacob and the Scribe get settled into the living quarters. Then Sam and I eventually join you four and we help them adjust back to life before being used as syrup milk cows."

“What about the rest?"

“Them adjusting to the new reality of their own altered existence?"

Lucius repeats the retrieval steps on the panel and then patiently waits for Bor to resurface with the Scribe, while unfolding the blanket in his hands.

“Yes." Tor replies.

“That will initially be up to them. But we can also help with that."

Both then look beyond the platform edge, as more of syrup coated tendrils rise out of the pool and then see the tips of two horns pierce the surface, followed by the syrup coated bodies of Bor and the Scribe. Lucian is right there to assist once more, then leads them over to the empty blanket.

“Now make sure they stay apart until you have them in the living quarters, then make sure to get them completely cleaned off." Lucius advises.

The wolf man then does the same preparation procedure for himself and waits for the slack in the attached tendrils to touch the platform floor, before stepping to the edge of the platform and then lowers himself over it into the syrup. He exchanges a head nod with the bull men, before letting go of the platform edge and disappears into the pool. Bor notices the Scribe has not said a single word since the extraction from the syrup pit and checks the man to make sure he is still alive. He appeared to be asleep. Both of them then just shrug to each other and carefully scoop up the blanket cocooned men into their arms, before getting up and making their way across the cat walk towards the oval doorway.

E P I L O G U E

Lucius didn't bother with guidance from a squid bot and simply relied on his keen night vision, while diving into the dim depths of the syrup pit to find Sam. He didn't need either one of the bull men to remain at the control panel for the extraction of him and the Ranger. He was a strong enough swimmer to get them both back up to the surface together. It would be a slower ascent and a opportunity to fill the man himself again. Then there he was. One of many men that helped Lucius orchestrate this elaborate plan and to eventually create the foundation of a new life for humankind. He closed the distance and leveled his head with Sam's. The man reached a hand out and stroked his furred chin. The wolf man gently gripped the hand and coaxed him into doing the eye hand coordination test. Both then nodded to each other, before Lucius detached the milking tendril and then swam around behind the man. He wanted Sam to stay filled a little longer and hugged himself against the man, before pushing his emerging wolf cock into him. No thrusting. He pushed in all the way and knotted him. Lucius looked down and watched as the belly slowly began to get round again. The man audibly moaned from around the tendril in his mouth and beyond the face mask. He stops filling the man once it did get round, then puts a single arm around Sam's chest and begins slowly pulling them upwards through the syrup. The movement of the syrup around the man's cock stimulates his infused body to continuously pump out the syrup in his guts and successfully ejects all of it, by the time they near the surface. Lucius takes a few more strokes, then breaks the surface and grabs the platform edge with his free hand. After he pulls himself up far enough to bring his head above the syrup, a second human hand breaks the surface and grabs the platform edge. Sam is recovering as fast as expected. Good.