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MISTS OF THE MOUNTAINS: MUTUAL GOALS

A critical component of survival, for any given group or community, is mutually agreeing on what actions have to be taken and thus insure success. Regardless what form those actions take on, it helps that everyone involved has the necessary capabilities as well. Combining these two things, with access to the proper resources, results in creating a proven survival strategy. A good strategy creates greater odds for achieving specific goals. No one alive understands this better than the people who live within the anchors established around the Zones of Mist. Once the residents realized there was great benefit to living in peace with the Others, they took to actions that served to reinforce that alliance. To insure that alliance had longevity, it was then decided to explore the option of some beneficial trade system. It turned both had something the other one needed. This strategy led to both people acquiring opportunities to begin improving upon themselves and make their own communities stronger.

Sam set quietly at the outside picnic table, enjoying his routine nude oatmeal breakfast with his wife Megan and watching the morning sun rise above the distant trees, beyond the hay field where the table set under a mature sprawling maple shade tree. Rolled hay bales peppered the field and begun surrendering their trapped night time condensation, to the radiant light warming the surface, in the form of wispy steam. He wondered how many more days like this he would have left, before being called back to duty one more time. The man then got a polite nudge to his forearm from his right and a rolled up scroll was slid into view next to his bowl.

“The messenger boy delivered this, while I was cooking the oatmeal, before sun rise as usual."

The Ranger found himself pausing with the spoon half way to his mouth, then letting it drop back down into the bowl. He turned his head and looked right into her hazel eyes, before moving his gaze up to her long wavy red hair and smiled. He paused there and looked back at her eyes, as she smiled back and brushed the hair from the forehead and past her ear, before turning attention back to her oatmeal and resumed eating it. He then looked to the message scroll and sighed.

“I suppose the damn thing won't read itself." He joked halfheartedly.

“Wouldn't that be a fine convenience." Megan commented in between spoonfuls of oatmeal.

Sam grabbed the scroll and got up from the table, before walking around it towards one of the nearby hay bales. He leaned against it's huge storage shed size form and broke the previously unseen crimson wax seal, before unrolling and reading the message.

Honored Commander Sam Masterson

We hope you are in good health and ready to serve the joint mutual interests of the Anchor Elders. Our eyes have recently been graced with new information regarding the status of our allies in the mountains, the Others. Based on the gathered information, retrieved by several Scribes out in the field, they are showing signs of taking the mutually beneficial relationship between us and them to the next level. One of our Scribe's in particular came back with word of a rather up close and extended encounter with the particular ones we call Wolf Men. The encounter itself included him, the transport driver and four of the wolf men. The wealth of revealing information he brought back with him has our full undivided attention. Our local scholars spent many hours going over the information with the Scribe and confirm that the Others are aware of the persistent plight with our women. They sent word back with the Scribe, that they finally have a solution and willing to share knowledge of how to utilize it. Their only condition is the source itself does not leave their territory and thus have invited us to send one qualified excursion group in to retrieve it. We debated for days on who to choose and eventually voted unanimously on your excursion team. Absolute confirmation of this new development is needed and we trust no one else to complete this task. We are sending a specially trained Scribe to Anchor Georgia and want him to accompany you on the journey. Safe travels Commander.

Archive Council of Anchor Ken.

Sam then glanced at the brand, embedded in the thin crimson wax circle below the message, which confirmed the assignment was already approved by the joint elders of every anchor surrounding the Forbidden Mist Mountains. It was rarely used and tagged important messages concerning the welfare of the region. He paused while looking at it's display of two gryphons facing each other and aggressively grasping a limp snake, along with spotting the unique ink stamps of each anchor elder surrounding it. Yup. Definitely official.

“I really wish they would change that archaic dated brand." He grumbled to himself.

“So. Finally getting back to work?" Megan asked from the table, while cleaning it up.

“It certainly looks that way." He replies over his shoulder.

“The outside seal made it look official enough."

“Same seal was inside, along with stamping from every anchor elder."

“Oh my. It must be quite important then."

“It would have to be. My squad was specifically selected for the task."

“You think Jacob has read his yet?"

“What makes you think... never mind... yeah. I'm sure he has already."

“I wouldn't be much of a Ranger's wife, if I didn't have some idea of how those things work."

“Doesn't that apply to just about all the wives at some point in their life?"

“True. But I like to think I'm a little better at staying aware of such stuff."

“You sure you didn't miss your calling as a nosy Journalist, instead of a Teacher?" Sam quips.

A smack in the back of the head, from a glob of cold oatmeal, was the response.

“I deserved that."

He heard bowls rattling inside a cooking pot, as sign Megan was approaching from behind him. He turned his head to face her and got a extended kiss on the lips. She backed up and looked towards the rising morning sun one more time, before looking back at him and removed the oatmeal glob.

“Well I have these dishes to clean and you finally have some work to do. Now let's get you dressed and I will see you later tonight, when you get back home."

With that she spun on her heals and walked back towards the picnic table and small log cabin behind it, humming some random tune to herself. Sam rolled up the scroll and glanced at it one last time, before turning and began walking towards the cabin himself. Just as he made it to the table, Megan had reappeared with a pile of folded clothes. He stopped and folded his arms, while giving her an accusing look. She sat the clothes down and paused at the table.

“Yes?" She inquired with an accusing tone.

“Eager to get rid of me already?" He teased.

“I'm a prepared woman. You are reading too much into a simple gesture." She folds her arms.

“Maybe. Maybe you are keeping another stud stashed away somewhere."

“If I was keeping another stud stashed away somewhere, it would be under the condition that his dick doesn't go in me unless your horse dick is already inside him. I would also be keeping him bond and gagged until you came back to do the deed."

“I could live with that arrangement."

Megan half laughs and half snorts, while slapping the table. She walks up to Sam, then gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“I have dishes that need my attention... and an imprisoned sexually frustrated stud to torture."

“Really?" Sam asks jokingly.

“The dishes. Yes. The stashed stud. No. Now get dressed already and get into town."

He proceeds to put his clothes on and sits down at the table, just as Megan reappears with his boots and socks. He looks at her and chuckles.

“You are just too good to me woman."

“You earn it." She assures, before turning and disappearing into the cabin one last time.

Sam finishes lacing his boots and grabs the scroll off the table, before getting up and begins walking down the long curved driveway, connecting the back of his property to the North edge of Anchor Georgia. Once he reached the end of it, he spotted Mark walking his direction.

“Morning Mark. Another uneventful boring night shift?"

“More of the usual Sam." Mark replies, then glances down and spots the scroll.

Sam spots his gaze and looks down at it, before looking back at Mark.

“Is that what I think it is?" The man asks the Ranger, with anticipation in his eyes.

“It sure is. Marching orders. Back to work." Sam replies with a grin.

“That is great to see and hear. I bet Jacob got one too."

“Of course. Same squad."

“Oh yeah. That's right." Mark admits and blushes a little.

“You didn't know?"

“He never said and I don't like to pry into people's business."

“Ah. Bet that can be tempting as a stable boy."

“Night shift doesn't present much opportunity to pry."

“True. Say Mark. I wanted to give you a heads-up. You may or may not receive a late night arrival at the stable. A Scribe being escorted by an authorized driver."

“Let me guess." Mark darts his gaze down at the scroll in Sam's hand.

“Probably best you don't or even attempt to talk to him about it." The Ranger responds.

“Will do. Have a good morning, Sam."

“Sleep well, Mark."

They both proceed to walk different directions. Mark made it as far as the next driveway past Sam's and then spins around to jog back to him.

“Hey Sam?" He calls out.

Sam had made it as far as the stable exit, then spins around and waits for Mark.

“I just remembered the messenger boy swinging by the stable this morning, with word about a change in travel plans for the Scribe that was supposed to arrive today. Something about him not arriving until tomorrow. There was supposedly some embarrassing mix up that delayed the authorized Scribe driver from getting back to Anchor Ken on time today. So special arrangements were made for the Scribe to meet him in Anchor Carol instead."

“I thought you didn't pry." Sam accuses and smirks.

“I don't. I was getting the messenger's horse ready and he quickly remembered he forgot to tell you about the update. I told him I would make sure you get the message, before he left."

“Thank you for remembering and catching that."

“Sure thing. Jim is working the morning shift today and he can get you set up with transport right away, if you need it."

Sam stands and thinks for a moment, then shakes and points the scroll at Mark.

“I just might take you up on that offer."

“So the Scribe is..." Mark dares to volunteer.

“...Yes." Sam finishes the unspoken thought for him.

“Hey Jim!" Mark yells into the stable.

“Aren't you supp-... What do you want Mark?!" A voice returns from dim interior of the stable.

“Sam here could use an emergency horse to get out of town quick!"

“Ranger Sam?! Sure. Sure. I can make that happen! Just have him wait out there and I can have a good running horse ready in a couple minutes!"

“Thanks Jim! Appreciate it!" Mark returns.

“Okay kid. I think I can handle it from here. You get home and get some sleep already."

Mark just smiles and nods in response, before spinning around and jogs back to where he was walking away from the stable. Sam looks towards the dim interior of the stable expectantly and waits.

“Alright Sam. You happen to luck out this morning and got you a young healthy thoroughbred stallion saddled up." Jim comments.

A slim average height stable boy, wearing typical work overalls and shirt with boots, manifests into view. Like all men who worked outdoors extensively with beasts of burden, he had a healthy tan and the ends of his curly dark hair showed signs of sun bleaching. He wasn't old enough to have a full beard yet, but showed hairy dusting of one trying to grow over his chin. His overalls and shirt was the trademark shale blue color for stable staff members. The horse being led by him, had a freshly brushed dark brown hide that shined in the morning light. Sam did his ritual walk around the two of them and visually inspected everything, before walking up by Jim and did a quick physical check of the saddle strap. He looked towards the stable boy, then smiled and nodded.

“Everything looks good. Great job as always, Jim." Sam commented.

The Ranger stowed the scroll into a saddle bag, then hooked a boot into the stirrup in front of him and hoisted himself up onto the stallion in one smooth experienced mount. Jim handed him the leading reins and gave the stallion a reassuring pat on the side of the neck, before backing away.

“I should have this boy back before nightfall. Don't plan on riding him all the way to the next anchor. Just need to catch an old friend before he leaves his house and have him take care of some extra essential business in the next anchor for me." He added, before coaxing the horse to begin trotting around at the stable exit and get him limbered up for the run out of town.

“Does it have anything to do with the message... left earlier?" Jim cautiously inquired.

“Yes it does. Just how many of you stable boys know about that now?"

“Only Mark and me. We were both there when the messenger boy swung by. I was to be the backup, in case Mark forgot to tell you."

“Smart policy. Well best be off now."

Sam whistles loudly and gives the stallion a tap on the flanks with his boots. The stallion snorts, then quickly launches itself into a full gallop away from the stable.

“Be safe out there Ranger!" Jim calls after the man, before him and the stallion disappear down the road and into the morning shadows of the woods.

Sam's trip through the woods, to the hay farm owned by his old friend Larry, only took an hour. The man was careful to give the stallion trotting breaks along the way, in between the full gallop sprints. Lighting in the woods began to gradually brighten again, as he spotted signs of the approaching exit beyond the last turn. He focused his sight ahead of the galloping stallion, beyond the break in the treeline and looked for sign of fresh wagon tracks, leading from the driveway and away towards Anchor Carol. There were none. Good. He made great time. As soon as the stallion cleared the treeline break, he shifted his gaze towards the remodeled barn/farmhouse and saw a large white figure near the front of it. He grinned and chuckled to himself, as he led the stallion to make a practiced sharp turn onto the driveway. The powerful horse barely broke pace and continued down the long driveway towards the farmhouse at full speed. Sam gave the reins a mild tug, upon closing half of the distance and lowered his butt back onto the saddle, into a more relaxed casual upright riding posture. The stallion broke pace and slowed to a fast trot for the rest of the travel distance to the large house. At this point, it was obvious to the Ranger who was waiting at the beginning of the driveway by the fence. The stallion added his own confirmation, by getting briefly agitated and then calmed down, by the time they came to a stop mere paces from the white wolf man.

“Lucius. Fancy meeting you here. How is my old war time battle buddy?" He greeted.

The wolf man walked up and took the reins, while giving the stallion reassuring strokes along the neck. Sam then slid off the stallion and gave Lucius the ritual Ranger handshake.

“I am... optimistic today. Very optimistic."

“I feel a fascinating conversation coming."

“Yes. Something to chat about over breakfast perhaps?"

“I can eat a little. Just had the usual oatmeal starter with Megan."

Sam extracted the message scroll and it hoisted up between him and Lucius.

“First, I need to make a small request from Larry and Shadow. Are they in the house still?"

The wolf man briefly pivoted his ears towards the house behind him, then back to the front.

“They appear to still be at the table." He confirmed. “I'll take care of the stallion, while you get settled inside."

“Good. I am just in time then."

Sam begins walking towards the entry screen doors, as Lucius leads the stallion around the house to the connected back stable. He makes it as far as the bathroom and pantry area inside, before stopping and looking across the open main area to where he expected to see Larry and Shadow chatting over breakfast. Both were definitely at the table, but neither were chatting or eating. The bull man had his back towards Sam and was standing at the table. The only visible part of Larry was his feet in the air and hovering past Shadow's shoulders, with the bull man's hands grasping his shins. The Ranger's ears could hear something happening beyond him and immediately recognized the gurgling sound. His eyes further confirmed what was making the sound, when spotting syrup trickling down in between the bull man's legs and pooling on the floor in between his hooves. The nose picked up on the trademark maple scent and the arousal inducing air infusion coming from it. His free hand absentmindedly went down to his crotch area and he began rubbing his growing erection inside the pants. Shadow turned his head and gave Sam a sideways glance, before nudging it in a silent gesture for Sam to join them.

“Loose the clothes." He whispered to the Ranger, before turning his head back.

Sam chuckled to himself and walked over to the opposite sitting area, before setting the scroll down on an oversize plush chair and sat down on the nearby ottoman, to begin taking off his boots. By the time he made it as far as standing back up and getting his clothes off, Lucius emerged through the connecting double doors to the stable. Him and Shadow nodded to each other, before the wolf man looked over at Sam and gave his own belly a circular rub, while pointing right at him and grinning. The naked Ranger simply grinned back at him and nodded, before walking towards the occupied table. He saw that the chairs had been set aside next to the wall and the food set aside on the nearby preparation counter. It was a good thing too. Larry was laying on his back and displayed a completely rounded belly, that hid the presence of his hard cock between it and the bull man. The only sign it existed all, was the visible manifestation of syrup squelching out in between the two bellies in regular ripples. It looked like the man's entire body was covered in the syrup as well, along with some of the table itself. Regardless of his turned head pointing his gaze directly at Sam's face, Larry showed no sign he even knew the man was there. He just kept staring into empty space, as syrup rippled out of his slack mouth. A white furred muzzle appeared between Sam's head and Shadow's waist.

“Shadow was feeling particularly potent this morning and Larry was willing to let himself be used. I was about to come inside and join them, before seeing you emerge out of the woods on the horse. Now you can join us too" Lucius whispers to him.

Sam then feels a large coated clawed finger probe in between his ass cheeks and stroke across his anal entrance. He turns his head and is greeted by a large tongue that darts out and presses beyond his lips into his mouth, as his face presses into the front of the muzzle. The finger presses inward and gains access inside his ass, before twisting and begins delicately stroking his prostate. A large hand presses into his chest and begins rubbing across his entire torso, as he raises a hand and begins stroking the jawline of the wolf man. Both softly moan into each other's mouth, as Sam's own cock begins to throb and drip precum. The moment it began to throb hard enough to start tapping his belly, Lucius retracts his tongue and straightens back up, to reveal the tip of his wolf cock emerging out of the sheath. At the same time, he removes his finger and uses the same hand to pull Sam's head towards his dripping shaft. The willing Ranger put up no resistance and moved his hand towards the sheath, while moving his mouth to engulf the inviting source of that maple scented sex syrup he personally knew so well. He closed his eyes and began stroking the soft white furred sheath and scrotum, the moment his lips made contact and he began nursing on the cock.

“Now it's a complete set." Lucius whispered to Shadow, as they turned heads and began exchanging a long passionate kiss with each other.

The bull man then broke the kiss.

“Larry and I really need to get going now. Is the wagon loaded with his stuff for the craft festival in Anchor Carol?" Shadow asked quietly.

“All loaded and ready."

Although Sam was becoming quite fixated on nursing the wolf cock, his ears picked up on certain key words and he forced himself to break free from the sensory seduction of the syrup. He lifts off the cock, then looks up and gives Lucius a polite tap on the belly. Both bigger men notice this and look down at him in unison.

“Before I forget. Could you and Larry pick up a passenger for me and make sure he at least makes it as far as your house? I can make arrangements for Jacob to pick him up later tonight and bring him the rest of the way to Anchor Georgia." He asks Shadow quietly and politely.

“I think we can handle that and be happy to host him if necessary."

Sam pauses for quite a while and Shadow was picking up on this. He then slowly extracts himself from Larry, before Lucius puts a butt plug in the man's filled ass.

“You can take over the draining of him, while Sam and I have a chat in the sitting lounge."

Lucius nods and takes Shadow's place, before bending over and begins nursing on Larry. Sam leads the way back over to the oversize chair where his clothes were discarded and simply tosses them into the floor, before picking up the scroll and holding onto it. Shadow notices the specific movement and knows this is important. He motions for Sam to sit on the ottoman, as he lowers to his haunches and then places his ass into the chair. Due to the tail being present, he remains sitting at the edge.

“Something tells me this is no typical favor Sam." Shadow suggests.

“I can't tell you any specifics and under these current conditions, have no one else I trust more with this task. There is a Scribe on his way to Anchor Georgia. The usual transport experienced some sort of embarrassing interruption to his travels and could not make it to pick up the Scribe at Anchor Ken this morning. The driver is currently stranded at Anchor Carol, but is not capable of transporting the Scribe the rest of the way to Georgia." Sam thrusts his head down into open hands. “Stupid."

Shadow puts a hand on Sam's shoulder and rubs it.

“Hey. Larry and I got this. Are there any additional travel instructions concerning this Scribe? Well... besides the current policy all of us practice, in regards to not using the Scribes as syrup filled fuck toys. We don't completely trust the Archive Council and the way they control the flow of information throughout the region. We therefore don't trust them to know anything more about us, than what we let them know. After all, the Scribes are their eyes and ears."

Sam raises his head back up and looks to the bull man hopefully.

“On that one point we are certainly in agreement. Thank you for doing this. I have enough to think about and plan already."

“Like getting back to work and on duty?"

“You spotted the broken seal, huh." Sam gestures with the scroll in his hand.

“Our eyes and ears don't miss much. So I assumed it had to do with you getting another assignment. Are you retiring after this one?"

“Jacob and I have to retire after this one. Service regulations."

“Any family plans with Megan?"

“No. We are not the parenting type. She says looking after the kids in school is enough for her. We just want to keep living day by day, until that fateful morning she simply doesn't wake up. At least this way, she gets some extension on life and I get to have her a little longer."

Shadow leans forward and pulls Sam into a comforting hug. He spots Lucius helping a groggy Larry off the table. The wolf man points in the direction of the stables and Shadow nods slightly in confirmation, then watches them slowly walk towards and though the connecting double doors.

“Okay. This satisfied bull needs to see about getting dressed and presentable for the craft festival. You and Lucius are free to spend as much time here today as you like. Just make sure you are not late for any other pressing matters." Shadow comments, as he gets up from the chair.

“We will be sure to clean up the kitchen and dining area as well." Sam offered.

“Be sure to pace yourself." The bull man subtly hints.

Shadow gives Sam a pat on the back before walking towards the stable doors. Lucius meets him, the moment he opens them. The man notices the two of them exchange a few words and then nod to each other, before Shadow walks on into the stables and closes the doors behind him. Lucius then looks right at Sam and waves an inviting hand towards the syrup coated table. The Ranger felt his own cock begin to stir and harden back up, knowing what was coming next. He got up and walked over to the table, then let the wolf man help him get up onto it's slippery top and lay down on it. The syrup itself felt quite cool at first, but soon began to warm back up from contact with his own body heat. Lucius then proceeded to lean and hover over him, while grabbing his legs and lifting them up into a spread folded position. He leaned further and allowed the emerging tip of his wolf cock to make contact with the exposed anal entrance of the man.

“Although we ended up meeting earlier than expected today, I think things turned out just fine."

Lucius punctuated that line by slowly pushing the cock forward into Sam, then stopped when the tip made contact with the prostate. He looked the man in the eyes and said nothing, before grinning and pushed his cock forward across the prostate. The man moaned in response and a pleading expression manifested on his face. Lucius stopped and paused.

“Everything okay?" He asked. Sam nodded. “You want to fuck first or do you want my knot now? Maybe fuck and knot."

“I need to ride the horse back."

“Good point. Knot fucking you would make that ride a bit uncomfortable."

“Go ahead and knot me and make it last a long time. I have nothing else planned until later today. I really want to finally feel what Larry just felt."

“Really? Are you sure? Are you ready?"

“I'm sure."

“Because what Larry just experienced is something rather special and..." Lucius looks away.

Sam interrupts his train of thought with a firm grip on his forearms. Lucius looks back.

“Please. I can see it in your eyes."

“I just want to be sure... you seem confident that you can handle this."

“Wasn't that the whole point of starting this to begin with and gradually getting me used to it?"

“Not to mention it was your idea, after I told you about it, the night why began this new path."

Sam propped himself up on elbow and extended a stroking hand to the wolf man's cheek.

“I want more and need you to give that to me. I need this. We both do" He assures Lucius.

The wolf man closes his eyes and leans into the stroking, before opening them and looking right back at his chosen human lover with renewed aroused interest. Sam notices and retracts his hand and lays back down onto his back, without breaking eye contact.

“Now. Finally give me all that you have inside you wolf man."

“Then all I have in me, is what the little fuck toy will get." Lucius replies.

The wolf man's thrusts his hands up and claws into the table above the man's shoulders. Sam on reflex shoots his arms out sideways and grips the table edge hard. The thigh muscles of the wolf man flex and his claws dig into the floor, as he proceeds to push himself the rest of the way inside the man's guts. Sam arches his back a little, to make the travel smoother and easier for his lupine lover. Both maintain firm eye contact and feel the inflating knot bump at Sam's anal entrance. Lucius struggles to keep it from inflating further. Sam struggles to relax his anal ring, so he can feel that amazing bulbous throbbing organ on his prostate again. Warm drool forms around the clinched teeth of the wolf man and begins dripping down onto the Ranger. Lucius then snarls. Sam's cock begins slapping his belly.

“Little pig. Little pig. Let me in." The white wolf demands.

“Not..."

POP

Sam's eyes got very big from both the pain and shock that it went in so easily. All he could do was gasp and listen... as the huge muzzle lowered down next to his ear.

“Exactly... Fuck... Toy."

The wood of the table beyond his head began to creak a little, as the wolf man's grip tightened on it. That was new. Then he felt that familiar warm presence begin to flow into him. Only it flowed a little quicker this time. The drooling and snarling muzzle stayed right at his ear.

“Better get to massaging your belly. It will be getting big rather quickly this time."

All Sam could do was stare off beyond the wolf man's heaving shoulder and do exactly as he was told. He remembered his first time being lovingly filled by Lucius and how amazing that felt. He couldn't begin to imagine anything like what this wolf just implied, but he wanted to know and feel that. His hands found his belly and confirmed through touch, that it was indeed inflating a little faster this time. It also began gurgling as much as that first time, as if this was all new again. He simply laid there and focused on getting relaxed and comfortable with this more potent breeding experience. His hands then felt the familiar presence of cum and realized he already shot his first load. As his belly began to settle down and his brain began to process more pleasure, Sam began to enjoy the experience more and was able to vocalize moans once more.

“Good little pig. Let the big bad wolf make you nice and plump." The snarling muzzle teased.

The wood of the table beyond Sam's head then creaked some more and he could swear he could hear wood on the floor getting claws dug into it deeper. His belly then began to swell a little faster and this time he got to mentally experience his second approaching orgasm, as it crashed through his mind. His cock throbbed and shot one more load, as his anal cavity convulsed and milked the wolf man's knot harder. This triggered the cock inside him to begin filling him faster.

“Fuck yes. This feels amazing Lucius."

The snarling muzzle disappeared from his ear, as the wood around him stopped creaking and the wolf man looked him right in the eyes.

“Trust me. This is only the beginning. Just lay there and breath. Let your mind go and let all flow through you."

Sam did as instructed, as he began to feel that familiar comforting warmth start to spread through his whole body. He could feel the presence of the syrup inside him begin pushing at his stomach, as his own belly reached it's final complete rounded form. His stomach finally relented and did it's usual protesting, as fluids clashed with each other. He belched a few times to release the gas build up. Then he felt that familiar warmth finally making its way up to his head, as the syrup began filling up his stomach. His cock throbbed hard again and then simply pulsed mildly, as syrup began running out of it and squelched in between their touching bellies. Sam could feel it approaching. The sluggish thinking, as organized mental structure begins to break down. Then the dulling of thought intensity, as his own mind becomes more basic and simple. Soon he won't even care if he is supposed to be a person. He now exists only to be filled and used as the wolf man's fuck toy. His entire body then began to pulse in sync with the rhythm of the throbbing cock buried inside him. He couldn't help but finally break eye contact, as his head rolled to the side and allowed the syrup to begin rippling out of his slack mouth. Sam's entire body pulsed, surged and throbbed... like it was a living extension of the wolf man's cock. His mind eventually stopped processing all outside stimulus and began internalizing, as new information began flooding into it. Lucius watched as the man's eyes closed and his breathing slow down to a slow shallow rhythm. He began tenderly stroking the man's face and rubbing his rounded belly.

“Enjoy the little journey you are taking right now and bask in the glory of the truth it reveals. Judge nothing and except everything."

Sam was not sure how long he had been unconscious, but he did know that he was still naked and seemed to being laying on grass. He opened his eyes and saw perpetual ripples of mist rolling past his face. His ability to sense things around him seemed to be intact, but his own body currently lacked the capacity for him to move from his position. His cock throbbed a little. Well that at least still works properly. The last thing he clearly recalled was looking into the eyes of a wolf man, while feeling a rather large knot throb against the prostate inside him and an impressive amount of the wolf's load filling the man up. So much that it was coming out of the mouth. A hand then touched his lips at that moment. His hand. He could move again. Sam sat up and blinked, as his head broke through the mist barrier... into briefly blinding light. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes and squeezed them shut. It at least felt warm on his skin and ambient. Sun light. It didn't feel all that intense. He was definitely outside. A second attempt was made to view his surroundings, as Sam slowly reopened his eyes and allowed them to adjust. The first thing to pop into view was a familiar huge round form, that was obviously something rolled up. His eyes then focused and cleared up the image into that of a hale bale. He moved his head around and saw that he was sitting in a very large hay field. Anchor Georgia didn't have fields this big. This was more likely to be found in Anchor Maryl. His nose and ears finally began to wake up. He could smell the mist around him. Wait. Mist doesn't have a smell or rather is not supposed to posses any smell, other than what it carries suspended within the vapor. This smell was pleasant and reminded him of breakfast. Maple syrup. It also had a distinctly alluring quality to it and had him craving something other than food. Maple syrup doesn't do that. But he knew of a different maple smelling syrup that did this. His cock then began to throb harder. Sam also noticed something was off with the lighting, it was too orange for this time of day. It was supposed to be morning. The only reason the lighting would be this color, is if it was evening. He vaguely remembered something important about that evening but soon lost track of it.

“Enjoy the little journey you are taking right now and bask in the glory of the truth it reveals."

Where did that voice come from? Who said that? Well, his hearing was definitely working now. Sam decided that maybe he should finally get on his feet and find out exactly where he was at. Hopefully find someone or something before it got dark and he ended up the target of a wandering Scavenger. He would have difficulty trying to explain how he ended up naked to the first person he meets, but would be grateful for any clothes they might have to offer him. Until then, he needed to find some path or road. He slowly kept turning and looking off into the distance, before he finally spotted a wooden fence row. Excellent. Where there is a fence, there is a road. He immediately began walking towards it and found the distance to only be about one hundred paces. Sam carefully bent over and crawled through the open gap, being mindful of his throbbing cock with a hand over it. Don't need splinters in unpleasant locations. Once he successfully got back on two solid feet, he looked up and down the road for any sign of horse or wagon. Nothing. Something told him to pick the direction of the setting sun and so he began walking in that direction. At least the dirt under his feet was not hard. Unfortunately, this meant some pretty thorough washing at his destination with the clothes. He had no idea how long he had walked. Only that he was now surrounded by twilight illumination and his feet were looking quite dirty. That is when he bothered to stop and lift them above the thin mist barrier to see them better. Speaking of the mist, it was beginning to grow denser and hover higher. Like at his shins now. He was beginning to wonder if he find any sign of person or animal before it got dark. On the plus side, the area he was walking through was not all that wooded and decorated with occasional clusters of trees. Definitely more like Anchor Maryl. Speaking of anchors, he thought he finally spotted a road sign up ahead. He picked up the pace and began jogging towards it. As he began approaching the rather large road sign, something seemed rather off about it's appearance. It was built big and sturdy enough, but he had some misgivings about the education of the person who painted the lettering on it. The lettering seemed to be severely out of order and misaligned. Some overlapped each other. Wow. He would have to talk with somebody at the anchor near here. His eyes noticed the anchor in the distance.

“Judge nothing and except everything."

There was that faint voice from nowhere again. He began glancing around and noticed the daylight was fading fast. He best make it into town by nightfall and at the very least seek help from the local stable boy. Yes. Regardless if this was actually Anchor Maryl or not, he was better off getting helpful assistance with his current predicament from the stable boy. As if fate itself was rewarding his effort, he spied a structure in the distance at the edge of the anchor. That was definitely a horse stable and rather hidden by the growing shadows created by the disappearing sun. Forget shadows. It was actually just about dark now. He better get moving. Sam began jogging again and made short work of the in between distance. He had made it to the horse stable, by the time it was dark and had nothing but the glow crystal light inside it for illumination beyond the open entrance. The mist covering the ground began to grow thicker and floated higher now. It was at his knees and completely obscured sight of his feet. That maple smell had also gained potency and was making his cock throb quite hard and drip. His thinking was beginning to loose some clarity, but not enough to inhibit his judgment. He decided to finally walk inside and seek out the local attending stable boy. The mist had significantly less density in here. Good. The damn illumination is pretty dim though. Why is it turned down so much. Can barely see anything. His eyes could make out some movement at the far end and what looked to be the outline of one person and two horses. Must be taking care of a late arrival or departure. The horses seemed oddly animated though. The mist must be bothering them. Sam decided it was best to approach slowly and not spook them. He got about halfway down the service hall and decided to call out towards the stable boy in a normal voice tone.

“Excuse me. I'm in the midst of a rather embarrassing predicament and could really use some help. Maybe start off with some clothes. I'm not some town drifter. I'm actually a Ranger and appreciate any help you could give me." He called out.

No answer. That was rather rude of him. Sam then decided that the horses likely already knew he was there and kept walking towards them. It still bothered him the lighting was so dim. He would be having a word with the stable manager in the morning about this and the stable boy's oblivious behavior with customers. A draft began blowing through the stable and the mist began rolling in from outside. The ground covering immediately got just as thick as outside and the rippling mist itself rose to the level of his chest. In addition, there was wisps rising vertically off it and obscuring his view. To make things worse, his ears were now having trouble hearing anything from the stable boy and horses. The mist itself was somehow dampening the sound or distorting it. Great. Just great. Eventually his ears did pick up on sounds that were completely unrelated to what should be happening in the stable. He chose to ignore them and carefully walked at a slower pace through the difficult mist barrier, to close the gap between him and the boy. Once he had finally closed three quarters of the distance, his eyes could finally make sense of the activity that was keeping the boy distracted. The sounds he was hearing was coming from the stable boy and they did go with what he was finally able to see through the thickening mist. Sam simply stopped walking and stared at the spectacle in front of him.

The stable boy was hanging naked and horizontal right above the mist barrier, while being kept suspended in the air via four chains. They were attached to key mounting points along the modified harness that he was wearing. Two at the shoulders and two at the waist. His arms appeared to be bond behind his back and secured to the harness itself. The visible leg appeared to be folded and secured inside of some sort of binding leather sleeve, that was secured to the harness at the waist. He assumed the same applied to the other leg. At this point, he wondered why the boy himself was not blind folded or gagged. Then wondered why he was even thinking about that. But this is not what kept Sam frozen in place. Standing at both ends of the suspended boy were Clydesdale stallions and they were on two legs. Horse men. Both were adorned in gear identical to what would go on a plow horse, aside from some obvious changes to fit their upright posture. To make the scene even more odd, both stallions had fully extended cocks inside the boy's mouth and ass. Neither one were thrusting, they were just standing there and... Oh. Now the sounds made sense and were familiar. He was being filled.

“Excuse me." Sam ventured to say.

The Clydesdales turned their heads towards him in unison, their eyes catching the dim glow crystal light from inside the side blinders of their gear. The boy also twisted his head and looked towards Sam, with a annoyed questioning look on his face. The Ranger struggled to find the proper way to say the next words and couldn't help but stare at the bulging gurgling belly of the boy.

“Yes. I don't want to interrupt you. But would appreciate it, if you simply point to where some spare clothes would be stored in this stable." He surprised himself with how casual he spoke to them.

The boy turned his head and attention back to the horse cock in his mouth and audibly sighed through his nostrils, while the Clydesdales turned their heads back to face each other and shrugged. They then turned their heads to Sam again and pointed right at him or maybe past him. He really couldn't tell which was the case and simply nodded in response.

“Thank you. Don't play too hard with him. He is only human." Real casual Sam.

He then proceeded to turn around find where they were point-...

THUMP

His face plowed right into the crotch of another horse man, burying his nose right into the syrup coated folded sheath itself. The close proximity and physical contact did damage to his mental integrity. Mildly sluggish thoughts began quickly eroding into lust infused hungry thoughts. Before he could even stop himself from committing a rather obvious reflex action, his tongue had already darted out to lick whatever stuck to his face and in the process, licked across the flesh of the emerging dripping cock head. Sam relinquished great force over his building sexual impulse and moved back...

Two large white hands, with tufted wrists, came down on his shoulders and stopped him.

...a step. Shit.

Although the lighting was quite dim, there was enough syrup coating the emerging dark equine shaft, to let him know it was still mere inches from his face. He couldn't move or dared to try, with such a big powerful beast keeping him in place. His eyes watched the emerging cock extend further towards him and felt it make contact with his cheek, before it's lubed surface began sliding downward along his neck and across his chest. It left a fragrant slimy trail in its wake. The distinct maple scent was overwhelmingly potent and alluring at this proximity to the source. His cock was now throbbing so hard, it was slapping his belly. More of the huge shaft kept extending as the head resumed it's descent across his belly and stopping after it made contact with his slapping cock. He dared to look down and could barely see anything through the mist. But he could feel it. His cock was now tapping against the fully extended limp shaft itself. It returned the sentiment in the form of dripping fresh syrup onto his throbbing cock. He then slowly moved his gaze upwards across the visible body of the Clydesdale in front of him and noticed he was also wearing the same gear. Sam dared to continue moving his line of sight and met the gaze of a third horse man. They just stood there and looked at each other, as his ears began to pick up other sounds around him. The suspended stable boy wasn't the only one moaning in pleasure, while nursing on the equine shaft in his mouth. Other people could be heard making much the same moans of pleasure beyond the stable. A couple were close. Others a little further away. The rest more muffled or distant. There were many more people. All of the people. The flowing wavering chorus of moaning was occasionally interrupted by actual coherent words.

“Yes."

“More."

“Don't Stop."

“Fill me."

“Join us."

“Use me."

“Stay with us."

“Enjoy it."

“Give me more."

The combination of all the erotic stimulus began to rapidly tear down what was left of the structured thinking in his head. Without those thoughts to preserve mental integrity, the lust infused hungry thoughts quickly changed to simple basic thoughts. He wasn't going anywhere and could only think of one thing. He wanted that horse cock inside him, filling his guts until his belly grew round and gurgled from the presence of the syrup inside it. The lighting level in the stable began to slowly grow brighter, just as the stallion began pulling him face first into that syrup coated cock. Why was the whole thing coated? Had he already... his nose made contact and could detect the subtle scent of someone's ass on it. Soon his scent would be on here too and he was fine with that. The lighting level began to grow so bright, that he could see the individual hairs in the stallion's hide and the subtle texture in the skin of the syrup coated cock. Sam extended a tongue and began licking the shaft and tasted the syrup. His cock then surged with the need to release what was inside him, as he felt himself orgasm where he stood. The sounds around him faded away, as the lighting intensity now grew bright enough to begin consuming everything. The physical presence of the cock against his belly changed to that of a large clawed hand pressing down against it. Sam briefly closed his eyes, to shut out the painful increase of illumination and then when he thought it was safe, he slowly opened them again. He then felt himself laying on that same syrup coated table again and also felt an intense warm presence engulfing his throbbing cock, while milking it for the syrup that continued to come out of it. His mind began to fully process the moment and started moaning in response to the blissful mind shattering experience of being milked. His vision began to clear up, as the table surface and the stairwell beyond it came into focus. He then turned his head and raised it a little, to glance down past a belly that was flat again. Lucius met his gaze and lifted his muzzle off the cock, with satisfying licks over his lips.

“Welcome back. Enjoy your trip?" The wolf man asked.

Sam simply let his head fall back down and he stared up at the ceiling, as his mind continued to adjust and reprocess the surroundings of Larry's house. Lucius's head appeared in his view, as he felt hands strategically extract him from the sticky table surface, while arms slid under and lifted him. He didn't have the strength to protest and allowed the wolf man to cradle him in his arms, as he was carried from the table to the bathroom. From there things kind of blurred together, with only punctuated moments standing out.

The feeling of warm water cascading across his skin.

Lucius's tongue licking him.

Sitting in the bathroom.

More water cascading across his skin.

Actually standing while Lucius cleaned his hair.

Help with walking through the house.

Being carried up some stairs.

Laying on the bed and...

...Sleep.

Sam eventually woke up to the sound of dishes being moved. He could also smell something being cooked. He opened his eyes and looked straight up through the skylight, into clouds that were slowing acquiring pastel colors. He decided to get up and see what Lucius was doing at the stove. Upon approaching the railing, he saw the entire eating area devoid of activity and clean. No food. He did spy the wolf man outside through the open large window. Sam quickly made his way downstairs and then saw that his friend was beyond the screen of the wrap around porch. He was tending to a large boiling pot, suspended on a tripod over an open fire pit. Might as well find out what smells so good. The Ranger quickly made his way outside and was greeted at the boiling pot with an empty bowl. Lucius then dipped a large ladle into it and pulled it back, filled with a mix of vegetables and cubed chicken. The wolf man then added a second spoonful, before sitting on the ground with his filled bowl. Sam picked a nearby stool and sat down, to begin eating and watched rabbits run around in the distance out in the open harvested hay field.

“How do you feel?" Lucius finally asked.

“Hmm. Hard to say."

“Normal reaction."

“Was that a dream?"

“You can call it that. You did fall asleep."

Both sat and had some more spoonfuls of soup.

“Did the syrup do that to me?" Sam inquires.

“It can do a lot of things, when utilized responsibly."

“Like communicate things? Store information?"

“In it's own special way. Yes."

More soup was eaten.

“I think I knew that place."

“In the syrup dream?"

“Yes and... Really? That is what you want to call it?"

“It fits the situation."

“I have been to that place before."

“Reliving an old memory?"

“No. It felt more like I was being told something and experiencing it."

Sam gets up to retrieve more soup and sits back down. A rather brief moment of silence lingers between them, until he finally decides to speak what was on his mind about the dream.

“That was Anchor Maryl." He flatly states.

“Are you sure?"

Sam catches the wolf man staring at him.

“Do you have something to add? Something I should know about?" He asks.

“It was Anchor Maryl. Yesterday."

“Wait. That really happened?"

Lucius could see that Sam was shocked. He then sat his empty bowl down and sighed.

“Perhaps you should give me a little context to work with and tell me what you experienced. Then I can help you understand what was happening." The wolf man advised.

“Alright." Sam simply dropped the bowl, got up and started slowly pacing around the pot. “The dream started out with me dropped in the middle of a huge hay field. I only know of one place like that. Then I saw a fence and road. I followed that road and came to a familiar large sign. It was supposed to read Anchor Maryl. But it didn't. The letters were a mess."

“That is to be expected. Go on."

“I then walked more and spotted the anchor in the distance. I have been naked this whole time and naturally thinking I needed clothes. I knew one place I could go to and not deal with annoying questions about my predicament."

“In the dream of course."

“Right. So I began walking towards the community horse stable and grateful I was so close. Daylight began fading pretty quick. I made it to the stable by the time it was night. I also like to point out things seemed to have progressed quickly so far. Because there was already a thin layer of mountain mist flowing over the ground. That usually doesn't happen until the middle of the night. Not after sunset."

“Logical. But it was a dream."

“Yeah. Well. I went into the stable to find the stable boy and request permission to borrow some temporary clothes. The mist was already rolling inside the place and had become quite thick outside. I was already thinking that maybe I could request temporary sleeping stay there as well. Rangers have done that in the past. I finally spot the stable boy doing something at the opposite far end of the stable and decide to get his attention. Because he obviously didn't notice me there."

“Negligent." Lucius criticizes jokingly.

“That was my thinking as well, but just wanted some clothes and a spot to sleep. Within what little time it took me to walk the length of the stable, that damn mist increased in density fast. Once I was in good talking distance with the stable boy... and the two horses I spotted him working with... it had completely obscured the ground I was walking on and it's top rippling surface was up to my chest. The stuff was also affecting the air in an odd way. The visibility was already bad enough inside that stable, without dealing with that as well."

“Something wrong with the glow crystals?"

“No, they were just toned down really low."

“Sounds like the stable boy could use some more training." Lucius quipped.

“Yeah. So here is where things get odd. Well for where this is at anyway. The stable boy was with two horses. Except, he was actually tied up and being kept suspended above the mist."

“A robbery?" Lucius interrupted.

“Let me finish."

“Sure."

“The boy was also naked and didn't seem to be in distress. He had on some modified version of the gear people use with plow horses and it looked like his limbs were all bond up."

“It still sounds like..."

Sam gave him a dirty look and Lucius stopped.

“Now onto the odd part and you better have an answer for this, when I am done."

Lucius raised his hands in surrender and remained quiet.

“The two horses were like you. They were Other. They also had towing gear on and appeared to be sharing the boy, with their cocks in his mouth and ass. That didn't appear to be fucking him or had that much of their cocks inside him. Otherwise I don't think he would been able to turn his head so easily and give me some dirty look like I was interrupting something really important to him."

Lucuis snickered and stopped when he spotted Sam staring at him.

“Where was I. Ah. I somehow found it sensible to ask about the clothes while watching this spectacle in front of me. This got the horse men attention and they simply looked right at me. Didn't even say a word. They then looked at each other and then back at me. Both of them simply raised their arms and pointed towards me. I'm guessing it was meant to be past me. For whatever reason, I managed to just shrug this off and nodded as a silent thank you. I then turned around and plowed face first right into another horse man's sticky crotch."

Lucius stifled a laugh. Sam simply stood there and folded his arms in annoyance.

“Sorry. Continue. This next part should be interesting." He insists politely.

“As if you would know. Not much more happened after that. Aside from me having the obvious reaction and slowly began loosing myself to the idea of eventually letting that horse fuck me, my ears picked up on something I having difficulty comprehending. It wasn't just this stable boy being affected and behaving this way. Unless I was hearing things wrong, other people outside the stable were having a similar experience. Correction. There were just too many. It had to be..."

Sam found himself needing to sit down. When he did this, he got immediately reminded that talking about this had made him hard. He felt it throb.

“...all of them." Lucius finally finished for him, after a quiet pause.

Sam looked right at Lucius and had this pleading look on his face.

“This... actually happened." He told himself quietly.

Lucius slowly shuffled over next to Sam and gave him a sideways hug.

“Are they okay now? Did anything happen to-..." Sam proceeded to ask.

“Everyone there is fine and went back to their daily routine this morning. Sure, things there are not completely the same and some minor adjustment had to be made" Lucius assured.

“This event that happened. Does it have any real purpose?"

“Hey." He said softly at the Ranger's face. “We. All those like me. We know something is wrong with you humans. Something awful happened long ago and it has taken all this time to finally do real damage. For now it is just the women. But we have been watching this condition develop faster among the Scavengers. Now the men among them are being affected as well. It will eventually happen to you"

“Wait. You mean eventually us men will end up living shorter lives as well?" Sam asked.

“Not if we can help it and we think we may have found a way."

Lucius could see tears building up in Sam's eyes.

“We have come to value the alliance we have with you people of Anchor and Nomad. We all have come so far, since the days of them old awful wars. We don't want to loose you. We think of you as part of our extended community now. Anchor Maryl showed the greatest potential socially to try a rather ambitious idea. Establish a new social dynamic, that will improve how all three of us coexist and facilitate us helping you finally beat this blight from that awful past."

Sam half laughed and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Yeah. Anchor Maryl has a history of being rather... flexible people. They have always been the easiest to get along with and their community was the very first one to establish the current social dynamic that all anchors eventually adopted over time. The rest of us kind of look up to them as leading examples of how great we all can be. So if this new thing you are trying actually works there, I don't see a reason why it can't eventually work everywhere else as well. It won't happen overnight and there will be resistance. Just like the last time."

“My community has been secretly and carefully working with Anchor Maryl to gradually achieve what finally happened last night and what you got to witness in the that dream. Even that was a tiny fragment of the complete event that anchor experienced last night. It was a truly beautiful thing to witness and participate in ourselves. If you really want to know more, that can be arranged under better conditions. Just let me know when you are ready to experience that again."

“I. I'm having mixed feelings. Not bad ones. Just not sure how I feel about this thing that obviously happened last night. I part of me deep down is a little excited something like this is actually happening. But another part of me is concerned about the transition phase itself and how many people will likely react to it. I can see where this will drive quite a few people to the Scavengers."

“We are aware of that." Lucius assures him.

“At least you guys are not unrealistic about the reality of change this big."

Lucius then raises his bowl up to Sam.

“More soup?" He suggests.

“Yes. I could use more." Sam takes the bowl.

The wolf man picks up the one Sam dropped and refills it for himself.

Lucius helps to finish off the pot of soup, then both spend more time just sitting and talking about more generic everyday things. A lot of it from what Lucius observed about humans.

E P I L O G U E

Sam eventually retires back inside the house, to get dressed for his trip back to Anchor Georgia, while Lucius retrieves the thoroughbred stallion and gets him limbered up for the running out in the open field. After getting dressed by the oversize chair, where he left his discarded clothes on the floor, Sam finds himself pausing at the dining table and staring out into the field, watching the wolf man expertly guide the trotting stallion around with the long lead. He wondered if Lucius ever had a family of his own or was even human once himself. There was so much that was still unknown about the Others. The Ranger remembers to retrieve the scroll from the oversize chair and then finds his way out the entry and meets Lucius at the beginning of the driveway. Both of them hug, before Sam mounts the horse and once again launches towards his destination at full gallop speed.