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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: NEW PURPOSE

Another heavy foggy morning blankets the surrounding human settlements of a massive mountain range, that was at one time known to the local people's ancestors as The Appalachian Mountains. The name this place has now is the Forbidden Mist Mountains. These mountains have seen and experienced much change over the centuries leading up to this story. They have seen human civilization fall and pick itself up once again, after failing to coexist with other people and then attempted the futility of trying to make the Others cease to exist, in accordance with rules set forth by authoritarian organizations that no longer exist themselves. What humans still thrive in this changed world, have learned to live a more humble existence and make as much effort as possible to stay out of the way of the Others. An agreement was reached long ago, shortly after the forgotten man-made disaster ruined civilization, that mandated humans were to avoid any further interference with the Others way of life. Due to how brutally the human race ravaged much of the wilderness, the Others took it on themselves to also stake their own claim of what remained of the deep wilderness as their own territory. These regions are shrouded in a protective insanely dense mist and thus remain out of sight. No one is sure how the mist is generated, as it is stationary and permanent in nature. What was most astonishing to the Others, at the time the agreement was established, is that most of the human race had no problem with the new conditions of the agreement and remained content to establish new settlements where the mist did not dwell. Those few that did not find the agreement conditions to their liking, adopted a new life of becoming roaming opportunistic Scavengers. This meant a second conditional agreement had to be established and turned out to be mutually beneficial to the human settlements and the Others. Many settlements were abandoned and gutted, while the settlements that existed on the edge of the Others territory grew and benefited from the protection offered by the Others, during times of scavenger attacks. The Forbidden Mist Mountains is one of the largest Other territories to exist and has gradually fostered a rather symbiotic relationship with the surrounding human settlements. Although both historically proved to be resourceful people, as well as being proficient cultivators and craftsman, it was soon realized that the two had only the one of the two things they were most proficient at accomplishing. Thus a trading economy evolved over the generations, empowering humans to be the craftsmen and the Others to be the cultivators. This insured both peoples had sufficient food supplies for all conditions and the necessary tools to thrive.

“My name is Jacob and the other excursion team leader is Sam. Like all men, we figure out what we are good at and become effective contributing members of Anchor Georgia. We call the settlements surrounding the Forbidden Mist Mountains anchors, because they are literally anchors of the entire massive symbiotic community that has evolved in this region over many generations. We are all proud of what has been accomplished here and fight alongside each other, when fending off Scavengers during attempted incursions. I'm not sure how the Others are perceived by humans at other similar regional communities, but we have come to view them as people just like us. Today is orientation day for the youngest excursion team members. It is a chance to see just how much they have learned. The purpose of these teams is to maintain regular patrols along the edge of the persistent mist and relieve members at look out posts created to detect signs of Scavenger incursions from afar. Easy to do when you place such look out posts along the side of a mountain range. Each anchor has its own share of lookout posts to maintain and excursion teams to deploy for needed support. Sam and I will be doing all the training on how to be a proper excursion team member and do the assigned duties, when called upon for them. Due to the mountain terrain being quite demanding, a minimum and maximum age limit is firmly set for excursion teams. No older than thirty and no younger than eighteen. So it seems we are always training new young kids who have the energy to power themselves along the established patrol trails. Some stick with it and carry on like us, the majority find the task being an excursion team member a little too demanding.

Speaking of Sam. The red curly haired guy, in the tan canvas survival fatigues and doing a final check of his back pack, only a few meters away at the edge of the base Ranger camp? That would be him. Stark contrast to my totally black short straight hair. All of us, at the base camp and on the patrol excursions, are Rangers here. Training or otherwise. We probably are not much like the Rangers from the stories of the ancient times, but we do most of the basic things they did and use their survival strategies. The name simply ended up stuck to our profession. Every one of us are men too. As everyone knows, the women in this changed world don't live very long and even less should they choose to have a child. One of the ancient man made threats hit them harder than us, resulting in their bodies not developing properly for them to take on such physically demanding tasks. Come to think of it, I don't remember a single woman living past twenty four. But enough trivial things and on to the important ones. Today is the last day for the both of us. We both will be turning thirty very soon and it will be time for us to shift our priorities in the community and become fathers to future children. The group approaching Sam behind us have been trained at various stages of progression. This is a system that in of itself adds a perpetual element to the existence of the excursion team. Cuts down on training time a lot and also creates a strong essential family like bond, that serves to keep us strong as a team.

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." You humbly answer with a polite smile towards Jacob.

You stand aside and hang back and squat down, as everyone files past you and engages with him and Sam about the planned special excursion. After all, your only purpose for being here was to simply travel along and report everything that happens. Being a person with the gift of the Scribe comes in handy for providing many travel opportunities. People of the communities are always eager for new information to gossip about, while going about their daily tasks. Once you finished writing down a few lines on the notepad from your open back pack, you look up and get a slight head nod from Sam, to join the excursion group, before he walks up to you.

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

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

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

“Good guess. My dad was a Nomad. Mom was a Scribe like me." You reply.

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

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

“Excuse me. Your mom was Ellie Eldritch?" A voice asks from behind you.

You turn around and meet John face to face. The look of anticipation in his eyes is obvious.

“Yes. Ellie was my mom." You reply. “Why?"

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

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

A moment of silence hangs in the air around the group, as you slowly process the revelations of what was just spoken to you.

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

“That would be the attack." Felix added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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?' You ask neither one in particular.

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

“Different strokes for different folks." Matt teases.

“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.

You look around Matt and see the trail did indeed begin to slope upwards and then disappear into the distance, at the terminating edge of the really dense fog.

“Hey Scribe." You hear Jacob from behind and look back, to see him gesture with his head to fall back with him. You step aside and pause, then resume right next to Jacob, after he pauses briefly to hang back a little.

“I wanted to talk to you about the special pouch on the underwear we have you wearing on this excursion. It's rather essential to have for some reasons that may be obvious to you. But there is one more that is a bit more essential for going into the mist." He says quietly.

You simply look at him with a questioning look.

“The dense mist has something in it that affects men a certain way, leaving them walking around with persistent stiff cocks the whole time they are immersed in it. So while we are at this point on the trail, feel free to make sure you are properly adjusted down there and have your cock pointing up inside the sleeve. It will make walking a lot more comfortable. Oh, one more thing. Use some of this to prevent chaffing and take enough in your fingers to fill a big stirring spoon." Jacob presents an opened squat jar four fingers deep, filled with a white salve and holds it in front of you, after nudging you to stop. “Don't spread it around. Just reach down to the pouch and use the fabric to completely scrape it off your fingers. The body heat radiating from your hard cock will do the rest for you."

He bobs it in front of you once, for encouragement, before you finally dip your fingers into the jar and do exactly as he instructed. Upon applying the salve inside the pouch, you did happen to notice your cock was already half hard and not a single erotic thought was in your head. Your eyes give Jacob all the confirmation he needed to be sure the timing of the intervention was chosen well. A quick glance around at the thickening of the mist was further confirmation of the timing.

“Now that you explained it a little better, it makes more sense. I remember my dad actually talking one day about this feature of the dense mist, in a joking manner with me as a young boy. We both had a good laugh out of it. My journal I carry with me has all the Nomad stuff he taught me. Considering the nature of our assignment, I think it will be very handy to have for guidance."

At the end of those words, you had successfully applied all the salve inside the pouch and retracted your empty fingers back out, with a nod between the two of you as confirmation it was successfully applied. Jacob then gives you an assuring pat on the shoulder, before giving you a nudge to return back to your place in the line. The sensation of your cock moving around inside the lubed pouch would require some mental adjustment and it was nearly impossible for the movement to not encourage it to get completely hard. Looking briefly down towards the crotch of both Felix and Lewis, as you pass them in the line, confirms their own pants showing obvious bulges from their own cocks experiencing the same reaction. The trail hike lasted for about an hour and occasional glances to your left revealed sprawling tree tops that were progressively becoming harder to see through the mountain mist. At this point, they were now just vague shapes and outlines resembling tree tops. They might as well be green bumps on a plush winter blanket. The only thing visible on your right was the steady incline of the mountainside, the trail itself bordered. The trees that managed to grow along it helped to add texture to the mist laden diorama. Everyone felt the need to pass around casual banter of social things, to cut through the silence that seemed to come with the mist. It was as if it had the ability to absorb all sound. Just like your dad told you once. Further into the hike, another glance to your right shows a connected wooden truss network now flanking the path. A sign you were close to the end of the entry trail and about to merge onto the main one that surrounded the entire mountain range at this level. You then look ahead past Sam and see a squarish outline begin to take form. There also appears to be two light sources hovering at about the height of your head. Closer walking reveals them to be lanterns flanking a doorway into a slightly lit inside area. Footsteps on solid wood could be heard from beyond the door and to your right, where a wooden wall now replaced the truss network.

Just as Sam got right inside the doorway, another man's form appeared and greeted him, as the line came to a stop. You notice the new man put something in Sam's open hand and then offer a drink from a bottle. Whatever it was, it was tiny enough to fit in between two fingers. After a quick drink from the bottle, both men nodded to each other and the line began progressing through the doorway incrementally.

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

“Suppres-..." You begin to say, before getting a polite poke in the back.

“Sex Drive Suppressors to counteract the affects of the mist." Lewis whispers from behind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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. You watch as both Rangers then proceed to walk past the doorway, then you step up and simply nod at the man, while taking the pill and bottle. Both of you nod at each other and move into the dimly lit interior. There wasn't much beyond the doorway. Just the slope of the mountain side to your right and a shoulder high wall on the left, with regularly spaced support poles for the sloping roof overhead. Thankfully the width of the protection perimeter trail was a lot wider and could easily accommodate one of the ancient mechanical machines that carried both people and cargo. The angle was enough to allow rain water to run down and off the eves. There was support beams that spanned the gap of each pole and set a little higher than your own head. Additional beams ran from the poles back into the mountainside, where the roof itself also connected. The roof eves hung out pretty far and kept the burning torches free of being put out by any kind of rain. The torches themselves were setup in pairs. One outside and one inside, set into steel mounting loops at shoulder height. The spacing of the poles was roughly twice that of a man's height. The entirety of the roofed structure seemed to stretch for sixty of feet in both directions. A whistle gets your attention and see Sam waving at you.

“Come over here. I have something important to show you."

You walk towards him and notice a large wooden frame structure built right into the side of the mountainside. Sam opens the wide double doors and motions with his head to follow him inside. Once you step through the doors and past him, a soft warm orange glow greets your eyes. You hear Sam close the doors from behind, as you take in the strange sight of the interior beyond the short square hallway leading right into the mountainside itself. Nothing about the outside hinted at the very organic look of this connected large round orange chamber. The only familiar feature was the flat green floor. Everything else about the place made you feel like you were on the inside of a tulip bulb or onion. There was no actual ceiling and every inch of the chamber walls contributed to the soft illumination.

“This place is the equivalent of water closets in houses and the outhouses at the base camp. In it's own strange way, it is actually better. It's a little contribution from the Others to the collective Scavenger defense effort by both of us." You hear Sam behind you comment, before a familiar sound of ruffling fabric and the mild thump of a back back is heard from behind. You turn around and see that Sam has already stripped all of his clothes off and is walking up to you naked. “Now how about I help you get out of those clothes and I will show you how this special room works for us."

“But all I see is where we came in and the walls." You observe while reluctantly allowing Sam to help you get undressed. Sam takes your back pack and let's you finish before continuing with talk.

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

The only acknowledgment you give him is a silent grimace on your face, as you hand Sam the last of your clothes. He just chuckles and walks back towards the connecting wooden hallway with them and sets them down on the sitting benches you didn't bother to notice when entering this room.

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

The wall was actually warm to the touch and pushed in a little under the pressure of the hand. Your ears then pick up on a sloppy wet ripping sound coming from behind and above you. Sam gives you a nudge and then points up towards the green upside down dome. Three vines begin descending from in between the six dome sections, that had peeled aside for their passage. They all glowed dimly like the walls, but varied in color. The red one was the biggest and easily as thick as your calves. The yellow one was a little smaller and no thicker than your wrists. The green one was the smallest and only as thick as the open end of a drinking bottle. You dare to walk closer, with a assuring nod from Sam, to inspect them further. The red and yellow vine had large fat blunt ends, with three dark lines or seems that visibly divided them into three sections. The fat end of the red one was big enough to fit your head inside of it and the slimmer end of the yellow one was the size of a small melon. The end of the green vine was the same as the other two but quite elongated and hardly bulged outward at all. Your ears then pick up on a hissing sound coming from beyond where the vines were connected to the top of the room and breathe a very pleasant mild cinnamon scent. Your vision briefly blurs and you get a little dizzy, as you feel a hand steady you and another grab a hold of your cock. It throbs hard to the touch, before you feel something fleshy, slick and warm slide over it. You then feel the same slick warmth then wrap halfway around your waist and over your scrotum. These three sections feel a little sticky and flex a little, as the warmth encircling your cock is pulled down all the way to the base and stops. You then feel a large fleshy warm presence bump you from behind, as the back half of your waist and ass cheeks are wrapped by two even larger sections. Pressure is then felt by something wrapping forward across your scrotum over the other smaller section. You gasp a bit, as something very slick and fleshy proceeds to move in between your ass cheeks and finds your anal entrance, before it begins to gently pry it open and slide inside you.

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

At those words small vines are felt draping across and then gently wrapping around your torso, as well as the arms and eventually the legs. Their grip tightens a bit, as they uniformly flex and then pick you up off the floor. The ones around your legs flex a bit more and begin to raise your legs higher, as the other stop their ascent. The fleshy thing that entered from behind begins to slow make it's way deeper into your gut, more than any man's cock has gone before. The sensation felt odd but not unpleasant, as it flexed and found it's way through the winding passage inside you. Just as your vision finally begins to clear, the green vine hovers for a bit in front of your face and then its distinctly elongated end splits open into a three point star. The section that was pointing up on it begins emitting a mild hissing sound as more of the cinnamon smell rushes forward to your nose.

“You will want to open your mouth for this next part. It's better that way." Sam advises from behind you, as you hear familiar organic sounds of things attaching to him and then him groan briefly.

The middle of the three point star then contracts and a appendage that looks curiously like a cock emerges, that begins dripping some green substance from the tip. A new scent escapes into the air and triggers you to begin licking your lips with anticipation, as the vine begins moving towards your face. You can't help but crane your neck forward and close the gap between your lips and the appendage, before sucking it in and begin greedily nursing on the syrup analog substance coming out of it. The three sections then secure themselves to your head, with the top one covering your face and providing fresh cinnamon scented air. The two bottom ones wrap across the lower half of your head and cradle it. The flavor of the green substance stimulates you to suck harder and gulp more of it down your throat. The top section leaves your eyes uncovered and free to blink away the initial dizziness. You feel your insides warm up a bit and then hear your belly begin to gurgle, as another softer gurgling sound comes from behind you. You then feel a somewhat familiar sensation of your guts being emptied of everything inside you. Shortly after that, the sensation stops and is replaced with one of movement inside you. Like that of something warm and fleshy rubbing across the inside walls of your intestine. Meanwhile, you find yourself briefly emptying your bladder and the attached vine swiftly siphons that away form you. Eventually all the gurgling sounds and strange sensations stop, as the vines suspending you in the air begin lowering you back down and the three bigger ones detach and retreat from your body. The whole experience ended up being a bit more exhausting than you realize and find your relaxed body simply crumpling to the floor, with only enough strength to remain in an upright sitting position. You find yourself leaning back against Sam for mutual support. You look up just in time to see the last of the vines disappear and the dome close again.

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

You pause a little and continue licking your lips clean of the stuff you drank.

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

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

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

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

“Okay. Considering what these thing is taking out of us, where is that going and what is being done with it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No idea whatsoever."

You then proceed to pick yourself up slowly and get back on your feet. Sam manages to get ahead of you on the recovery and is on his feet, walking towards where he took your clothes. By the time you are fully on your feet and upright, he returns with your clothes and a large tan towel. Both are folded, with the towel on top.

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

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

A loud laugh erupts from Sam, as you drop the towel and begin dressing.

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

“He really is stuck on himself." You observe bluntly.

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

“If you say so."

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

“Well then. Whatever works." You comment, grabbing the back pack and towel off the floor.

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

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

You nod and toss it down onto the bench, before following him outside. Matt and Clark were waiting right there. The temptation to look right at the proud man and smirk was too great.

“Nope. Not a word. Don't care." He chides and points a finger right at your face.

Clark snickers behind him and gives the man a pat on the shoulder, before both of them step inside and Clark closes the doors.

You notice the rest are missing and spot more square wooden box structures in both directions along the length, inside the observation post. Easy guess where they were then. The only people present was the occasional Ranger passing by and walking along the railing, keeping an eye on any suspicious movement spotted down the mountainside. The door to the furthest structure opens and out come three men. Two of them was obviously Felix and John, as their white hair and beards gave them away. The third man was more difficult to discern, until they were a lot closer and you could see Jacob more clearly in the torch light. Lewis and Trent soon emerged from a closer structure and walked over to the observation railing, to gaze out into the mist. Jacob then motioned with his head to follow him to where he came from and began talking.

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

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

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

“Sure. I would also be happy to answer any questions that may get asked." You offer after reaching into your back pack and pull out the journal, then hand it over to Jacob.

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

You turn around, noticing Clark and Matt emerging from where you and Sam were at earlier. Everybody simply stood and waited for everyone to gather around the three of you.

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

Snickers and chuckles got passed around the excursion group. With an approving nod from you, Jacob immediately hands the journal directly over to Matt. The three of you then walk towards the one open end of the observation post and simply watch the thick mist roll lazily over and across the mountain trail outside. The shared conversation among the other six was quickly getting animated.

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

“Just how strong are those tree vines?"

“Looks like that one takes physical hits personally."

“Those leaves is something I am definitely avoiding."

“The Others actually do this with the plant?"

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

“Anyone favor a long nap?"

“Wonder where so much of that comes from?"

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

“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 from behind and hands the journal back to you over your shoulder. You just turn your head and acknowledge with a smirk.

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

John gives you a pat on the shoulder and nods his head towards Felix, whom already began walking slowly out into the rolling mist over the trail. You just nod and follow, as you hear other footsteps go into motion behind you. You soon spot Felix stepping off the trail and carefully pick his way along a path that was obviously created by a roaming deer. John gives you another tap, before pulling out one of the beacons and hands it to you, while pointing at the nearby tree. You just nod and smile, before doing as Sam instructed. A couple firm shakes and the ball begins to glow, before you wrap and secure the strap around the small tree trunk. Movement along the trail was understandably slow and soon each group of three excursion party members began engaging in quiet private banter. Your conversation with Felix and John consisted of Nomad related things you knew, that they never had a chance to properly learn from an elder member. It seemed that you would give one answer and they would have two more questions to follow it. You didn't mind and enjoyed learning some new things yourself. At this point, all three of you realized just how far the hike had carried you, by the sign that all three packs were empty of their beacons.

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

It seemed the mist was somehow getting denser, but you could still see their nod of confirmation clear enough. You also noticed their eyes began to glow a little and was not sure if they noticed the questioning look on your face or not. So you just shrugged and proceeded to walk back towards the previous beacon. A strong draft briefly blew across the deer path and you sigh with relief, expecting it to thin the mist out and allow you to see the beacon better. Instead it made the mist a lot thicker and you resign with stopping until the draft passes and you get some visibility back. The cinnamon scent was now a lot stronger and acquired a sweetness to it's texture. The pleasantness of the smell encourages you to breath in big breaths of it. Your head then begins to feel slightly heavy and you grab a nearby low branch with both hands for support, as you begin to feel very dizzy. The heavier mist also seems to have a potent sound deadening element that makes it impossible to hear anything beyond your own breathing and foot steps. As your head begins to clear a little, you get hit with an intense wave of arousal. Wait, that is not supposed to happen. Did you end up with a water pill as a prank or something? The wave of arousal begins to intensify more, just as your eyes focuses on movement and the outline of someone walking towards you in the distance. Their foot steps are a bit heavy. Sam walks like that. Good. You found him.

“Oh good Sam. I could use your help and more beacons." You call towards them.

The person gets closer and yet seems to be obscured by the heavy mist, as if they were a little further away. You shake your head and try to think more clearly. The approaching outline tells you that Sam should only be six paces away and yet the mist is obscuring their form as if he is twelve away. So hard to focus and clear up your vision now. A new scent begins mixing with the cinnamon. It smells like your mom's kitchen. Memories of her wonderful recipes pop into your head. The figure draws closer and now they seem bigger? Is it Sam?. He is supposed to be the same height. You then find yourself remembering going into your mom's kitchen as a kid, eager to sample her latest creation. Your mind has you thinking only of that moment now and your eyes loosing their focus a little more.

“Does my little man want to taste a new treat?"

Your ears hear a voice deeper than Sam, but your mind only hears your mom. You just simply nod and wait for it to be brought to you.

“Now this will be a little firmer than what you are used to having, but it tastes a lot better. Just lick and savor the tasty coating." Your mind hears her voice encourage.

The large figure approaches and towers over you at a much greater height than a man. A long glistening conical object is then pushed towards your mouth. Very large hands then grasp and guide your smaller hands to wrap around it. Your eyes can make out something long and slick. Your hands can feel how firm and fleshy the object is. All your mind is letting you see is one of your mom's wonderful glazed pastry cones.

“Don't worry about your hands getting messy. You can lick them off later. Just enjoy the treat. This one is special and just for you. Just keep a good grip on it and start sucking at the end. There is a wonderful warm surprise inside."

True to the words, the moment you begin sucking, something warm begins coming out the end and rolls across your tongue. It's thick like syrup and even tastes like it. This triggers you to wrap your lips further around the end firmly and begin to suck on it like taking a drink through a straw. Your senses continue to take in more information about the individual attached to the warm coated object in your mouth, while your mind distorts the information further to preserve the hypnotic illusion fueled by the building arousal inside you.

“Very good. That's my boy. Take as much of it as your want."

A very large warm hand begins holding and stroking the back of your head. The hand then begins moving your head, causing your lips to move up and down the conical warm object in your mouth. Your brain shifts the imagery from your mom and kitchen, to your dad and his work shop. The memory of your younger self at eighteen taking your dad's cock in your mouth for the first time, has now exploded into your mind. You reach around with one hand and put it on one of his hairy ass cheeks. You remember him being a very hairy man, but not as hairy as what your hands are touching. Your sense of touch is processing the texture of fur, but your distorted thoughts keep you thinking it's just excessive body hair. Soon your other hand reaches around and makes contact with the other ass cheek. Content that you will now resume the lip sliding motion over the end of his cock on your own, the tall figure let's himself enjoy the moment more and softly moans. The hands stroking the back of your head shouldn't be so large, yet your memory locked thoughts motivate you to ignore this detail. His hands then gently come down on your shoulders and push you off the leaking cock.

“Easy there boy. Plenty of time to get more inside you. How about we take things to the next level and give you what you really want from this cock."

You just stand there and lick your lips and nod, while stroking your own hard cock through the front of the canvas pants.

“I don't think you will be needing your clothes on for this next part either. They would just get in the way and end up messy."

You slip off and lower your back pack to the ground, then begin the process of unlacing the boots and step out of them. Taking the clothes off was a rather quick task, until you got to the part of removing your modified underwear. Your hard cock was proving a bit uncooperative with being removed out of the special sleeve. Persistence eventually pays off and you then quickly fold everything into a neat pile next to the back pack. By the time you finish and look back towards the man, you can barely see him through the mist and proceed to jog after him. He somehow notices this and proceeds to walk at a more brisk pace, staying just at the edge of visibility ahead of you. The effort of keeping up with him manages to get certain chemicals flowing through your system properly and your mind acquires slightly more clarity about your surroundings. You could swear something was sticking out the sides or attached to the head of the man. Maybe it's the visual distortion of the mist, but he seems far bigger than the average man and some sort of pleasant arousing spicy smell is emanating from him.

“Here we are. This spot will do nicely." The man says, just as he finally stops.

Your jogging pace causes you to catch up quickly and your cleared mind then notices new things about this person you feel motivated to stay with, as if he were your own dad. The view of his back side tells you so much more now and causes you to stand completely still in shock. What is supposed to be just thick body hair on his lower half is not hair at all, but actual fur. It's nothing thick, but with him being at arm's length in front of you... it definitely has texture like fur and looks quite smooth. You also take advantage of this mental clarity and take note that what you are looking directly at is his ass, which in turn means this man is very tall. The mental clarity then begins to fade just as you look up his back to the head and notice there are indeed two things attached to the sides of his head and they are bull horns. For some reason this triggers your mental clarity to fade quicker and your cock to begin throbbing hard enough to slap up against your abs. The man then turns around and looks down at you, showing the final sign that he is not a man at all. He is one of the Others. Instead of a human facing looking back at you, it is the head of a bull, with slightly long straightened horns that curve upwards at the end. You are also quite sure that his entire body is covered with what is likely dark brown fur. Then just as you attempt more logical thinking and let your eyes gradually trace down across his chest, The brief sense of being clear headed completely vanishes and the intense arousal returns, just as your eyes stop at his crotch and partially exposed red bull penis. Two large hands come gently down onto your shoulders and you both simply look into each other's eyes.

“How we proceed at this point is entirely up to you boy. We simply do our part to make this initial experience as pleasurable for you men as possible. You can go inside of me or I can go inside of you. What matters is that special emotional bond that manifests from the moment itself. You and I have all the time in the world. No need to worry about anyone or anything else."

The two of you then just simply stand there and say nothing, letting the surrounding quiet settle in around you. The only thing breaking the silence is what little noise your own bodies make. His breathing is so deep and steady. Your breathing is still a bit labored, as the last bit of shock finally fades away. The hard cock and it's slapping against your belly becomes the only noticeable sound. You feel the rhythm of your heart matching the slapping, that is now becoming progressively more wet.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your eyes catch movement below and you glance down at his emerging dripping bull spear.

It's so red and slick.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

You lick your lips in anticipation of having that in your mouth again.

That stuff tasted so good.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

You ponder how much of it his huge bull balls make and how much you can hold in your guts.

It felt so warm in the mouth.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

You are pretty sure the stuff is not normal precum or cum and wonder how it will affect you.

It belongs in your belly.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

You know there is only one way to find out. Get as much of it inside you as possible.

It has to be done.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

“I want you inside me." You hear yourself say in a labored hushed voice.

The bull man lowers to his knees and brings his muzzle down level with your face. He says nothing and uses one hand to pull your face into his muzzle, before pushing past your relaxed lips with his large tongue. It was on his tongue and tasted so good. Just like the sweet sap inside your mom's pastries. His other hand reaches down just under your ass and pushes firmly, while shifting the other hand behind your shoulders. You reflexively let your legs buckle, as he picks you up off the ground.

The bull man breaks the kiss and proceeds to set a brisk walking pace deeper into the mist. It swirls everywhere around you, as the movement displaces it's dense presence. You have no idea how he can see which way to go, but his walking pace tells you he definitely knows where. The mist finely begins to thin a bit more and a much better view distance begins to return. The density of the vegetation covering the ground below reminds you of a rain forest. Your ears then pick up on two familiar voices.

“He's so big, but it feels so good."

“That's it... bro. Just sit and... enjoy him... filling you." Moaning soon follows.

“Are you cumming again?"

“Close. So... full."

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

“John. You OK?"

“He is fine. Soon you will be filled just as full and also be at a loss for words of how good it feels to experience such exquisite pleasure." A deeper voice answers.

The mist begins to clear away more, to reveal vegetation parting for a large circular clearing. Sitting on the ground at opposite sides of this place were two wolf men, just as large as the bull man carrying you. They appeared to have the same fur on them and had claws where there should be toe nails. Their upper bodies were a little different however. There was secondary longer fur on their shoulders and around their necks, that progressively got shorter towards the head itself. Their muzzles were a bit on the short side and slightly broader. Both were black and sitting cross legged. But that was not the shocking thing to see. Sitting in their laps was Felix and John, rubbing round bellies and reclining against the wolf men as if they were cozy chairs. You had no idea that a human belly could even extend so far. Both appeared to be in no pain and enjoying what was happening to them a lot. The gurgling sound was coming from the direction of the one wolf man and you guessed the one in his lap was John. The white haired man was simply sitting slumped against the wolf and staring off into empty space, as his mouth hung open and a steady stream of what was filling him ran out of it. His hard cock appeared to be releasing a steady stream of the same stuff without stopping. The scent of maple was heavy in the air and obviously coming from the excessive amount of sex juice being pumped into and through John. You have no words on how this is even physically possible.

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

The bull man lowers you to the ground and let's the two of you reunite. You want to run up and hug the man, but afraid you might end up falling onto his swollen belly and causing some unwanted discomfort. Closer inspection of the wolf man shows him to be leaning his back against a large tree and just keeping his own hands on his knees, creating make shift arms for Felix to rest his own. You cautiously reach a hand out and wait for confirmation from the man to touch his belly. Felix simply nods and then grabs it, before placing it on his belly's firm rounded surface. The warmth radiating from it is intense and swear you could feel subtle movement inside it. He spots the look of shock on your face and is swift to correct your train of thought.

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

“Stuck in you. Wait. You mean his cock has a..." You begin.

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

Felix then leans his head back and moans. You then see his cock twitch and it begins releasing a steady stream of the clear stuff you drank from the bull man's cock. He then slowly brings his head back up and has this far off glazed look in his eyes.

“I'm loosing it and will soon be joining John. Come join us Scribe and let that sexy bull man fill you up the same way."

Gurgling sounds inside him soon become audible and he belches, filing the air with a strong maple smell. He then lets your hand go and completely leans back limp against the wolf man.

“So... full." Was Felix's last words, before the gurgling sound came out of his mouth, followed by a steady stream of the same clear sex juice.

The wolf man gives him tender loving licks on his cheek, then reclines his head back and closes his eyes, while humming softly and contently. You then feel the bull man approach from behind and kneel down, before giving you a gentle hug from behind. You finally let your hand fall away from Felix's gurgling rounded belly.

“Now it's your turn boy, but I have something a little different in mind. Come."

The bull man breaks the hug and gets back up on his feet, before giving your back a gentle nudge with his hand to walk with him. Both of you walk out of the clearing with the two wolf men and through more mist that gets very dense again. It then thins and clears away once more to reveal another large clearing that was completely empty, save for a single elevated platform in the middle. It looked to be sized for a average man to lay on and very comfortable. There seemed to be a soft fancy dark green blanket draped over it. Closer inspection showed the platform to be wooden and ornate, like it was actually grown in place with multiple shrubs. This turned out to be truth, as the blanket revealed itself to be foliage growing on the intertwined tops of the shrubs themselves. The weaving was so tight that the foliage had a very solid look to it. That explained the blanket like appearance from further away. The bull man effortlessly lifts you up and helped you get seated properly, while facing him on the edge of the ornate living platform. He then lifts a forefinger up to your chin and leans forward to kiss you. So much raw power in that hand and yet it felt just as gentle as a man's touch. You open your mouth and allow him to explore your oral cavity with his thick dexterous bovine tongue. You make no move, aside from just leaning back slightly onto your hands. He leans forward to keep the connection and presses his furry sheath against your erection, while resting his other hand right by your hip. The kiss lasts for a long time, during which your own breathing gets deeper and causes you to suck in more of the cinnamon scented air around you. The desired effect results in you loosing all conscious control of your actions, leaving you to only react to your desire.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your body seems to be ready and willing.

The bull man leans forward a little, forcing you to lean back more. The motion continues until you have readjusted your posture to leaning back on your elbows and him hovering over you, with both hands planted by them. Both of you somehow managed to not break your kiss through this motion.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your body seems to be getting persistent.

You feel one of the large hands lift up and come across the back of your shoulders and then firmly press against you, as he leans further forward. You take the gestured hint and allow your weight to rest against it, as you begin to scoot up onto the platform. The readjusted position brings your throbbing cock into direct contact with the exposed part of his slick cock.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your cock no longer has room to move much, but manages to respond positively to the contact.

His cock responds very positively as well and begins leaking to coat your entire cock with it's clear sex juice. You moan back into his muzzle with approval, as your mind finally let's go and allows itself to be drowned in a sea of sexual impulses. You reach up with one hand and begin caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through the narrow line of longer fur there. He in turn moves the other hand and lifts one leg up and brings it back down, resting your heel right over one of his ass cheeks. The only response you give to this move is lifting your other leg and bring it to rest on the opposite cheek. He leans further forward and scoots his hips back a little, dragging his dripping cock down your shaft and across your scrotum. You both break the kiss, as he raises up a little and looks down to supervise the guided movement of that beautiful red bovine spear to the wanted destination. The moment it disappears from sight and then makes contact with it's tip at your exposed twitching anal entrance, you both look right into each others eyes.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

It is time and you both are ready. The bull man keeps your gaze locked with his own. You move your other hand up onto his shoulder and then apply pressure against his ass cheeks with your heels. The slight movement causes the tip of his cock to begin pushing in through the muscled twitching anal ring. He doesn't break eye contact and shifts the hand on your back a little, to leverage itself and begin very slowly pushing you downward. You apply a bit more pressure with the heels and lift your ass a bit, before taking over with the slow movement and begin the very gradual impalement of yourself onto that throbbing red spear. It surprises you how much easier this is proceeding, as compared to taking a man's cock. In fact you don't realize how easy until you feel the stretching pressure on your anal ring and stop. At this point, you then feel the sensation of his sheath fur brushing against your ass cheeks and the presence of his cock tip tapping your insides at a depth no man's cock ever went before. You both lock gazes again and you can only imagine the look of very pleased shock that must be displayed on your face for him to see.

“Let's pause a bit and bring myself back out... just a little." The bull man advises and chuckles.

You nod in agreement, as you feel the cock retreat a little and the pressure becomes more comfortable. At this point you also notice your anal cavity feels a little different and warmer where his cock was at. A bit of gurgling confirms what you also feel in there. The same stuff that had rounded the bellies of the other two and you wanted more of it.

“You ready for more? We will go just as slow again." You just nod in response.

The movement of his cock going so deep inside you this time definitely felt more pleasurable. Something about you felt different this time as well. It's like your belly is hungry for that cock and willing to take as much of it as he can give you. Just as his cock proceeds to plunge deeper this time, an impulse takes brief command of your muscles, digging your heels firmly into his ass cheek and the fingers into his shoulder. The muscles flex and your body plunges itself the rest of the way down on his cock until it would go no further and you feel your throbbing cock make contact with his belly. His balls make a noticeable thump against your ass, as you let your head fall back and your mouth fall open. A loud moan escapes from your mouth and is joined by a bellow from the bull man. You then feel the syrup like sex juice begin to flow into your guts. The entire lower half of your torso begins to warm up with it's presence, as your body reacts inside and begins to absorb some of it. Your whole body then begins to surge with a powerful need to take as much of the sex juice in it as possible and your mind focuses on the single thought of letting him fill you until there is nowhere for it to go but out of you. Both of you make eye contact again and he see that need in your eyes. No words need to be said now. He softly lowers you back down, as you let your arms slide off to your sides limp. He raises his upper body back up and gracefully grips your legs at the calves with his hands. Then a familiar sliding motion is felt, as he begins to make long sensual thrusts inside you and continues to slowly fill you with the syrup like sex juice at the same time.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your cock shows approval for the exquisite extreme sensation of being filled in such a sensual way and having a cock being plunged into you so deep. Your belly begins to gurgle more and you let out a small belch, as his gift finds new space inside you to fill. Some of it seeps out around his cock and makes a welcome squelching sound, confirming that he has already put more inside you than even a horse would shoot out of his cock. You move your hands up to your belly and begin rubbing it, noticing it was beginning to get a little firm to the touch. The bull man then soon stops his thrusting and then shifts your legs to rest stretched out vertically against his front. He then pushes his cock in all the way one last time and stops, before placing one forearm across your shins and moving the other down to your belly, to begin rubbing it with his hand as well. The filling of it was occasionally getting slightly uncomfortable, but then would pass. He saw this and gave your hands a polite nudge to move, moving his own hand across your belly in a very deliberate and guided manner. It was moving to where the discomfort would manifest and then massage it away, leaving only relief and a muffled gurgle behind.

“Looks like you are enjoying this very much." The bull man comments and then raises his hand up in front of your face, showing your cum connecting the spread fingers on it. He then pulls it away and shoves all of them into his mouth and sucks them clean, before returning it to your belly for more soothing massages. You were so mentally caught up in all the new sensations and impulses, that you didn't even notice it happen.

“Loved the feeling of you clenching down on my mighty spear and gladly returned the favor by beginning to fill you faster. But you know, from looking at your two mates, that we are just getting started and I'm betting you want the same experience."

With that he grabs your legs by the shins and spreads them apart, before resuming his thrusts. However this time he was thrusting at a more normal pace and making a deliberate effort to rub your prostate with his cock each time it plunged super deep inside you. At first you begin moaning again, As your belly gurgles some more and begins to bulge a little. But soon you loose the capacity to vocalize anything and just lay there. The thrusts are not fast, but they have force in them, as if he is using his own cock to push the sex syrup deeper into your guts. The warmth begins spreading throughout your body, as an obvious sign it was definitely absorbing some of the juice. Your mind begins sinking deeper into the abyss of sexual bliss, as your system is completely saturated with hormones. The sounds of the mating process encourages you to simply let go and allow yourself to sink as far down into the abyss as your arousal will take you.

Slurp. The sound of all that juice squelching around that bovine spear plunging into you.

Slap. The sound of those huge glorious balls smacking your ass.

Schlick. The sound of his cock pulling back out, before plunging back in.

Slurp. Slap. Schlick.

Slurp. Slap. Schlick.

Slurp. Slap. Schlick.

“More." Is the word that manifests in your hormone addled mind and escapes out your mouth.

The thrusting and flow of the juice increases. You glance downward briefly and find only the head of your throbbing and slapping cock can be seen beyond your slowly expanding belly. You then let your line of site fall back to it's default position and you simply stare off into the dense mountain mist swirling over you. Your mind begins to wonder a curious sexual path and manifests visions of the other guys in similar positions, being seduced and then used as willing fuck toys of the Others. The thought brings a wicked grin to your face and another load of cum shoots out of your cock. You then vocalize that word one more time and louder.

“More!"

“Then more is what you shall have!" Comes the arousal infused response of the bull man.

He picks up the thrusting speed and begins filling you faster, as he then vocalizes a deep guttural moaning sound, before going silent and pushes in really hard,. He then stops and just stands there, with his muzzle pointed up into the dense swirling mist. This time you don't bother looking down and feel with your own hands how much he has filled you already. Your belly is now completely rounded and the warm presence of the sex syrup is beginning to make its way into your stomach. It gurgles a little protest, as it adjusts to the alien substance presence, but soon settles down. The ambient warmth of the sex syrup begins to consume your whole body and start to lull you into total submission. You give your belly one more rub, before letting your hands fall limp to the sides and allow your neck muscles to relax, as your head then turns sideways. You then look across the clearing and through the mist, your eyes spot movement just beyond the vague shrouded form of the trees nearby. The syrup has now successfully filled your stomach and is traveling towards your throat. On impulse it wants to eject the stuff as quickly as possible, but something in the syrup has dampened this reaction and caused it to calm to a very slow steady pumping action. The movement beyond the trees clarifies into the outline of a man walking to the edge of the clearing. What little is left of your logical mind concludes it's one of the excursion team members.

“Looks like we have company approaching. Maybe he will join us or simply watch us."

Your mouth fails to form the words, as the syrup begins to fill your mouth and run out it's slack open position. All you can do is keep looking towards the man and and grin with satisfaction. The form of the man clarifies further, as he stops and looks right back at you. It's Jacob. He looks both shocked and very aroused. At some point he lost possession of both his pants and underwear. There was also no sign of his back pack being on him. You want him to come closer and witness the glory of being filled like this. Your eyes then spot new movement behind him and just beyond the trees. Another vague form manifests and this one is much bigger. It's another bull man and he is definitely interested in Jacob. A gurgling sound escapes around the syrup from your mouth, instead of what your mind intended to be a giggle. Jacob doesn't seem to mind the advance of the bull man from behind, as two large hands softly come down on his shoulders and that huge head lowers to one side of his own. It looks like the bull man is whispering something to him. Your friend then visibly nods, as he begins slowly stroking his own throbbing cock. More things are obviously whispered and Jacob nods again. The bull man then straightens back up and lowers to his knees, before removing Jacob's shirt and casually dropping it onto the ground. Those same large hands then lay back on the shoulders and your friend begins to moan. One of the hand's slides down to a hip, as the other one slides around and pulls the man closer against him. More things are whispered and both begin making subtle movements associated with fucking while standing.

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

Meanwhile, the different parts of your body being touched and saturated by the sex syrup begins to fall into a synchronized pattern. You could swear the entirety of your torso was now working like one big pump and it's function was to milk the bull man filling you. The flow of the syrup out of mouth becomes more steady and no longer pushing out in pulses. Your mind is nearly at the deepest depths of pure unrestrained arousal. Coherent thinking begins to fade completely and you take advantage of this moment to mentally grab one more clear image of the sexual display only a few feet from you. Jacob has now turned to a nearby tree and leaning against it with his hands, as his belly begins to bulge a little. The bull man is visibly fucking him quite passionately and hugging your friend tightly against him with both arms. Soon he will be experiencing the same mind consuming bliss of being filled and then exist as a syrup ejecting extension of the bull man's cock. Structured thoughts then begin to fall apart and soon get replaced with the one singular primal mentality.

Cum and don't stop until there is no more cum to give.

The syrup simply keeps flowing through you.

You don't care if it never stops flowing.

In fact.

You don't want it to stop.

Then everything fades to black.

You are not sure how long you had been unconscious, but you have to admit you have never felt more rested in a long time. The new sleeping accommodations are certainly something to tell other people about. It is like you are floating in the air, but at the same time totally wrapped in a warm blanket. Come to think of it, something warm is wrapped round you. Nearly every part of your body is wrapped in it. Whatever it is, there seems to be a strange flexible quality to it. Your arms and legs seem to be moving about freely, while still being wrapped in it. Perhaps you are in some kind of special suit. Only one way to find out. You open your eyes and find that you are in a familiar suspended situation as back at the observation post. Except you seemed to be fully submerged and floating in something very warm and quite dense to the touch. What ever the stuff is, your eyes are not being bothered by it. Where ever this place is, it is rather huge and occupied by more than just you. There are others here as well. Some are actually Others, while a few look like an in between version of man and Other. There is also a lot here that are just men like you. Other familiar things are then noticed as you look around.

Just like back at the observation post, this room or chamber is structured the same and has the same orange glow. This helps with seeing the men nearest you and they immediately look familiar. It's the twins Lewis and Trent. Their eyes are open, but the show no sign of seeing or recognizing you. They are simply floating, while being kept tethered in place by three tendrils or vines each. You notice their bellies are rounded as well. The three vines were a little different. Neither of them had the dim glow or color variance as the ones back in the observation post chamber. Two of them came down from some unseen place above and the third came up from a unseen place itself. They appeared to be attached the same way as the ones at the observation post and they certainly felt like it to you. At this point you take note that your belly is also rounded. As your sense of touch wakes up, you realize your body is still filled all the way to overflowing with the bull man's sex syrup. A moaning sound begins echoing though the fluid and you notice the twins begin displaying a familiar slow thrusting movement pattern, like they were literally fucking something. The other figures floating further away could be seen doing the same thing, before you suddenly found your body having the same reaction to suddenly having your cock being milked and cumming right away. The thing planted in your ass started pumping a familiar warm substance into you, while also stimulating your prostate to pump fluid.. The sensation of cumming didn't stop and soon settled into a steady continuous flow out of your cock. Nothing else mattered, but to just let the syrup flow into your ass and then out of your cock. You don't know how this is even possible and don't really care. It simply feels too good to ever want it to stop. What little structure had begun to form in your thoughts has already fallen apart and disappeared. That singular primal mentality returns and becomes your only thought once more.

Cum and don't stop until there is no more cum to give.

E P I L O G U E

A singular transparent organic looking machine floats about in the syrup like fluid and glows independently with a soft blue color. It resembles a small squid the size of a man's head, but has no eyes, mouth or suckers. It hovers near the faces of each man tethered within the huge chamber and simply remains in their blank unfocused line of sight for a few minutes, before moving onto the next one. Outside the chamber stand various very large individuals that can be best characterized as exotic mix and variations of the Others. The outside of the chamber itself resembles a closed giant orange tulip blossom. It's soft orange glow made it quite visible in the huge night time clearing inside the mountain forest. There are many circular white platforms, the size of a man's head and as thick as four fingers, floating around it at chest height for easy access by the Others gathered around the chamber. A shared floating image was hovering over these platforms and was displaying what the organic squid machine inside the chamber was seeing in the unconscious minds of each man it briefly linked with. The image would change, as the machine moved from man to man. The image was an animated recording of what the men were dreaming about, while being milked and having the syrup pass through their bodies. The dreams were all erotic and gave the Others tremendous insight into the sexual nature of the men floating inside the chamber. There was much low volume banter being passed around, along with a lot of nodding and chuckling. The Others seemed to be pleased with what they saw.