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Survivor - PERM Edition - Episode 2

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Last time, on Survivor PERM Edition...

12 men of different backgrounds and skills were dropped off on the Island in a bid for their lives and their sanity.

A clear leadership was formed with Craig Brownstone, Lance Monroe and Duncan O'Keefe taking the lead. They organised the other survivors despite how many of them did not believe their current situation. However, come the first night, their situation became real enough as the first wave of High Horns came and invaded the Safe House.

The survivors were quickly forced upstairs but Samuel 'Shady' Norris was separated from the others and locked himself in the freezer for safety. As the night wore on, exhaustion quickly set in but the sentinel-like Vincent Descartes ensured the others were safe thanks to his keen eagle eye. However, near the end of the night, when all mostly were safe, he spied Shady attempting to disrupt their food supplies for reasons unknown.

Shady, however, was in for his own surprise.

In today's episode, those of the faint heart and are under the legal age of 18 or 21 should not watch and turn away immediately. Scenes of male on male sexual interactions, appreciate of massive, muscular, male forms, copious amounts of penis, semen and the transformation of a human into another species are abound. Nexworks Studios does not hold itself accountable for the potential corruption of innocence, mental scarring or hypnotic suggestions it may have placed in its works. Oh and snakes.

Disclaimer: Nexworks Studios hereby denies any and all reference to snakes. There were never any snakes. Technically, they started out as eggs.

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Day 2 8:00 AM - Owen

At first, it all seemed like fun and games. Like a Big Brother situation. Owen was a little excited to be on TV even if it was a little strange to have been kidnapped and dropped on an equally strange island. He remembered thinking on that first day that this was one of those shows where they signed something months ago, forgot about it and the contract said the producers would action the contract 'at an unspecified time'.

Still, kidnapping, right?

But all his worries were washed away the moment he got to see the yum-yum body of Craig or the rough, hairy exterior of Duncan. Monroe was pretty hot too - he had good arms and a strong pecs but the belly didn't give Owen the erection he got from seeing washboard abs. Of course, when the High Horns came out, it took all his restraint not to leap straight into their arms screaming 'Take me now, stud!'

One of the main reasons he decided to accompany the second supply team was to see if he could track down those High Horns. They were goddamn sexy and the way their cocks throbbed and pulsed as they charged... Owen spent the entire night thinking 'fuck that's hot'. Needless to say, he spent some time in the recreation room well.

Weiss was pretty hot too so as they trudged through the forest, he kept close to the hot, jock hunk just to see those big muscles move beneath the latex suit. Like the bigger guys of the survivors, Weiss had ripped the arms off his shirt to leave his bulging biceps exposed to the elements. Not that Owen was complaining.

"Damn!"

Colin tumbled and fell face flat in the shrubs. Owen instinctively went to help with Weiss right behind him.

"Are you alright?"

Colin nodded, his thick, bushy beard riddled with leaves and small twigs. Owen picked them out and laughed softly. Despite his dark skin, Colin blushed very well and he grunted as he rose to his feet, his pronounced belly jiggling as he did so.

"This is some seriously fucked up shit," the trucker grunted. "Can't believe this is happening..."

He guessed their definitions of those words were vastly different. "Join the club," he laughed softly. "Where are you from?"

"South. Where fucked up shit like this isn't tolerated."

"Kidnapping?"

"Sodomy!"

Yeah... Owen could already tell he and Colin were not going to be the best of friends. He wanted to get all liberal on his ass but he was still on the fence as to whether or not he wanted to get out of this experience alive. Sure, those rhinos were hot but he had no idea what else would happen to him if he just threw himself at them. Better yet, he wanted to see what other kinds of 'meat' were available.

So he decided to take the tactful approach. "I think it's considered rape in this case. That isn't tolerated anywhere."

"Damn straight," Colin muttered. His dark brown eyes shifted from Weiss to Owen. "Hey... Where's the other guy?"

Shady had disappeared.

He was not someone Owen really trusted but he seemed capable enough. For someone to survive the night alone was very impressive. That was not to be underestimated.

"Maybe he's at the drop already," said Weiss. His words came out in a slow drawl. He sounded dumb. Hot jock that was dumb as a brick. Owen couldn't imagine how many stories online he had read about the stupid football player who was turned gay after they had their first homosexual experience.

Owen sincerely wanted to be that guy, or at least the one that converts him.

They agreed to go to the supply drop first and check if Shady was there. Colin took the lead if only so that if he did trip again, Weiss and Owen could catch him. He walked with a sort of waddle. It was amusing but also a little sad. The way he was sweating and panting, it didn't seem like he would last very long.

Owen was pretty scrawny himself but at least he had a degree of manoeuvrability. If he and Colin was being chased down by a High Horn, there was no bet on who would survive between them. It was a terrible thing to guess and bet on but this was a survival game. The other survivors were as much his enemy as they were his allies.

Weiss, on the other hand, had that swagger to his steps like he was perfectly at ease with the situation despite it being out of the ordinary. There was a smile on his face and he was just one skip away from whistling a nameless tune. A completely clueless jock or one in deep denial.

Yum-yum.

Owen couldn't resist. In the softest whisper he could muster, he asked, "So, ever been in bed with a guy?"

"Oh yeah, tonnes of times."

He flinched at just how loudly Weiss proclaimed that. A quick glance at Colin and the trucker seemed too occupied with trying not to trip to really pay attention to their conversation.

"What happened?" Owen laughed nervously. "Housing got your beds wrong or something?"

"Nope." Weiss regarded him with a strangely clear gaze. The smile on his face belied a deeper, thoughtful nature that took Owen aback. "Me and the guys got drunk at this one frat party. No girls were interested, we needed to get off. Started out easily enough with a hand job fuck were we horny."

The sex gods were smiling down at him. Of all the jocks to drop in a mysterious island, it had to be Weiss, the gay one.

Or was he just bisexual...?

"Did you... Um... Like it?"

"Little weird having something up there but after a while, you get used to it. Guys know what guys want. Easier to get off." Weiss shrugged and turned his gaze back towards the path. The beeping from the supply drop had grown louder. "Still prefer girls, though, but I've had both."

Bi.

Good enough for Owen!

He was already starting to hatch a plan in his mind to catch Weiss off guard one day as the big jock was starting to feel pent up. A big guy like him probably was used to jacking off once every day or so. It would be easy to get him with his pants down, quite literally.

His plans were put on hold, however, when they arrived at the small clearing where the supplies rested. Shady had cracked open one of the crates and was helping himself to some of the food there.

"Hey!" Colin shouted, marching over to the smaller man. He shoved Shady away from the crate with a pudgy hand. "That's for the house!"

"Come on," Shady mumbled through a mouthful of jerky. "We haven't had breakfast and after what happened last night..." He swallowed and offered the packet to Colin. "We need our strength."

A valid point and Owen was inclined to agree. His stomach rumbled in protest at being empty. Colin begrudgingly took the packet and began eating. Taking that as a sign, Owen and Weiss both took a packet each and munched on the contents just to stop their bellies from growling. Owen could only stomach one packet of the dried mix but Shady went to town on three. Only when reminded that they had to share their supplies did Shady stop.

There were five steel crates this time. Owen volunteered to help carry three with Weiss. They stacked three on top of one another and took one side of the first crate each, Weiss leading the way and Owen admiring the jock's broad back as they trudged through the forest. Shady, despite his scrawny arms, carried one and Colin had to call for constant breaks before they were halfway back to the Safe House.

The sun was already blazing well above their heads when Colin called for another stop.

Shady suggested that they eat more of the supplies to replenish their strength but that just seemed greedy and everyone else disagreed. Weiss found some oddly shaped fruit hanging from nearby tress. They were big, pink and looked like love hearts. Owen likened them to peaches. Colin - as it turns out - was not a fan of fresh fruit but Weiss took a bite anyway and reported that the meat was surprisingly sweet. They picked a few more and stuffed into the food crate to take back to the Safe House.

Noon passed before they started trudging back up the hill back to the Safe House.

Craig, Duncan and Monroe were keeping an eye out for them and when they breached the forest line, the three came rushing down and helped with the crates. The entire house gathered at the living area where they placed the supplies.

Thankfully, there were more frozen foods and packaged foods to replace those that were stolen overnight in the first two crates. The third contained fertiliser and seeds. Dennis and Father Macarthur volunteered to start planting the seeds right away. The fourth crate was interesting in that it contained what looked like fencing equipment only each part of the fence was made of metal and had weird electrodes sticking out of their flanks.

"It says here they are 'Force Fencing'," Craig read, the instruction manual in his big, meaty hands. "We hook this up to the power grid of the house and we can create a perimeter that can help keep out those bastards. Problem is, it has a limit." He showed the manual to Duncan and the fireman grunted.

"It can withstand contact from any Beast for about five minutes but then will need to recharge," Duncan growled. "It'll only take two and a half minutes to fully charge." He lowered the pamphlet and regarded the Force Fencing equipment. "Still, two and a half minutes is a lot. There's always a catch." His blue eyes bolted towards Owen and the young arts student had a bolt of fear run through him. "Worse... If these slackers hadn't taken so long to get back here, we'd have plenty of time to set this shit up!"

"Hey!" Monroe placed himself between Owen and Duncan, staring up at the taller fireman with his chest puffed out. "It ain't der fault! That shit's heavy!"

Duncan rose to the challenge and bumped Monroe with his thick pecs. "Don' ya yell a' me, ol' man!" A Scottish accent suddenly began creeping into his words. "An' dunna tell me it ain't true!"

"They tried der best!"

"Their 'best' ain't good 'nuff!"

Between them and their rising accents, it was starting to tell which parts were English and what was just a random slew of syllables that they somehow understood. For a few moments, everyone else just looked baffled then Craig stepped in and push them apart.

"Enough!" the soldier barked. "Now is not the time for that! We have to stick together!" He made a slicing motion with his hand. "As a team! Clear!?"

"And who died and made ya da boss, soldier boi!?" Duncan shouted.

Craig shot him a piercing look that somehow quelled the raging fireman. "Who knows their way around electronics? Even if we can't set up all of these around the perimeter, if we can at lease barricade the windows or the doors into the living area, we can make kill zones to keep those bastards out."

Two hands rose.

Dennis and Terry.

"I'm an engineering major," Dennis whispered meekly. "I can probably help..."

Father MacArthur placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. "I can plant the seeds myself, son. You go ahead and make sure this house is as safe as possible." MacArthur spoke with a soft, reassuring tone that filled Dennis' shoulders with strength. The golden skinned young man actually straightened and beamed.

"I know my way around electronics as well," Terry murmured past his braces. "I'll help."

Craig nodded at them both. "Good. See if you can set up these things at the doors to the living quarters and the one at the gym at a minimum." He snatched the instructions from Duncan a little too violently and tossed it to the two. "Here are the instructions. If you can set it up elsewhere, that'd be good too but prioritise that."

The two instinctively saluted and began to work.

The fifth crate's contents was even more interesting.

"The hell are these?" Duncan asked, lifting one of the strange disc-like objects from the crate.

Craig's eyes narrowed as he plucked one out too. "Mines. Not ordinary ones either."

Each of the discs looked like some sort of miniature alien saucer. Blue lights danced along its surface and it was made of a shiny, silvery metal that was unlike anything Owen had seen before.

"Stun mines," Vincent announced. His hand came out of nowhere and plucked the instruction manual from deep in the crate. The park ranger seriously scared Owen. The guy seriously had this penchant for coming out of nowhere. "When activated, they emit a shockwave of about three metres in radius that will stun anything caught within the field for about half an hour. It will rearm itself after an hour provided we charge it in the sun each day." He plucked one of the mines from the crate and turned it over. "They are fully charged."

Nodding, Craig said, "Okay. You and I will plant these bad boys in the field. Everyone else, get some rest if you haven't already. Those who have had some sleep, start getting dinner ready. We've got about five or six hours before nightfall and that's when the next attack comes. I want everyone up the stairs and on the second floor an hour before then. Clear?"

Owen saluted. He wasn't sure if it was the commanding power of Craig's voice or the man's position as a former marine but it felt like the right thing to do. Most of the others mirrored the gesture save for Monroe, Duncan and Vincent.

The survivors dispersed to their individual tasks. Owen eyed Weiss as the jock went into the living quarters, giving Dennis a hearty pat on the back. He fought back a smile and followed him. Weiss ducked into his room and Owen committed the location to memory. It would be too soon to approach him and he was tired not only from the evening's insanity but also the trek through the forest to pick up the supplies.

He returned to his own room, three doors down from Weiss'. Resting his head on his bed, he made sure the automatic door was securely locked and allowed himself a grin. Though the window was broken and daylight streamed in, he couldn't help but grin and wiggle out of his pants. His mind was filled with the thought of Weiss naked and he was instantly hard.

Sleep would come easy especially with a distraction like the hot, bisexual jock.

"Soon," Owen murmured to himself, stroking his seven and a half inch hard cock. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. "Really soon."

Day 2 5:00 PM - Colin

Growing up in a super-religious family made sure certain things for Colin Washington were taboo. Abortions, premarital sex, being anything other than Christian and - God forbid - same sex relationships. Colin had followed the doctrines of his family well into his thirty-four years to the letter.

Up until about a year ago, that is.

He was a trucker by trade and that meant he travelled around a lot. Being on the road most of the time made sure that he got pretty lonely. Sometimes, a guy got a little too lonely. Company was always welcome. He would sometimes give some hitchhiker a ride just so that he would have someone to talk to and to keep him awake when pep pills no longer could.

Then there was this one hitchhiker - Mitch, his name was - who offered to give Colin something back for the ride. It wasn't anything too serious. Just a blowjob. Colin had been on the road for days and too pent up to care whose mouth was sucking off his cock. It was good, not the best blowjob he ever had, but it was something that he had never had before.

Call it 'tasting of the forbidden fruit'.

And he found himself wanting more.

There was a weird thrill of doing something against what his family had raised him to be that just made all those gas station blowjobs, glory hole encounters and hitchhiker fucks that made it all the more delicious. Yes, after a year of it all, Colin Washington began fucking the guys he picked up on the road if they wanted. Only if they wanted. He was no rapist. Of course, he'd suggest it but most of them were open to the idea.

He was even a little guilty of picking up guys exclusively.

Unfortunately, now that he was dumped into a house full of only men and being assaulted by monstrous, horny Beasts... he wondered if this was God's form of punishment.

Colin was unable to find rest even after returning from the supply run. He tossed and turned in his bed. Whenever he turned towards the shattered window, he had visions of one of those High Horns breaking into his room, bending over and begging him to fuck the living daylights out of them. Whenever he looked at the ceiling, he was reminded of just how trapped he was and when he looked at the door to the rest of the house, he remembered just how fuckable that Dennis Ho was.

Unable to keep his mind clear of such sinful thoughts, he leapt off his bed and tried to clear his head.

Dennis and Terry had set up the Force Fence at the entrances to the Living Quarters and were now working on barricading the gymnasium. Craig and Vincent were still out in the field, burying those Stun Mines. In the past few hours, they had covered an impressive amount of the grounds. Everyone else was either asleep or cooking and preparing their weapons for the night's assault.

The only person out of place was Father MacArthur who was had finished planting seeds in the greenhouse and moved on to planting something in the middle of the courtyard.

Perhaps it was a need to confess his sins or find absolution for his heinous thoughts but Colin moved towards the priest and cleared his throat.

MacArthur's gentle, eyes looked up and smiled at him. "Good afternoon, my son. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I couldn't sleep," Colin murmured. "Hard to sleep with this shit going on."

MacArthur raised his hand. "Now, now, I understand this situation is far from ideal but let us be civil in the presence of our lord."

"Do you really think God is watching us even now?"

Shrugging, the priest knelt back down to the small mound where a small sprout had already started to twist out of the recently disturbed soil. "If he isn't, then what hope do we truly have. Hope is what sustains us in times of trial such as this."

Colin shuffled over to where the priest watched the sprout wiggling gently in the wind. Then he realised there was no wind. "How long ago did you plant that?"

"Just an hour ago." MacArthur ran a finger against the lone leaf of the sprout. "This is truly a marvel of modern technology. Can you imagine how many people we could feed if plants like this grew?"

Flinching, Colin said, "Wait... Are you for genetically altered foods?"

MacArthur looked confused. "Of course. If it will help those who are dying, why shouldn't we change what we have so that we can benefit all of God's people?"

"But... but... But that's playing God!"

The priest blinked for a few times and then seemed to understand, sighing softly. "My son, God gave us these gifts and the tools to use our gifts for a reason. Yes, man took that knowledge at the dawn of time and we were cast out from Eden for our greed but if God wanted us to suffer for all eternity for it, he would not have sent us his son."

Colin shook his head incredulously. "You're Christian and you support this abomination against God!?" He pointed at the plant.

"I do not support everything about this place," the priest said tersely, rising to his feet. "But people are dying. All over the world, children starve and thousands die of disease. If we were not to make progress, they would continue to die. God gave us these tools to save one another. It would be heresy not to use them to save our fellow man."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All the priests he had ever met were opposed to genetic modifications. Anything that altered the state of what God had made. In truth, he always thought it was bullshit but to hear a priest actually approve of it... It shattered his whole perception on what priests were... or at least this priest.

"You are no man of God," he spat.

MacArthur bristled but then relaxed, smiling in a fatherly gesture towards the trucker. "I will not attempt to convert you to my way of thinking. We accept people of all religions. Everyone is free to worship as they see fit just as long as they live justly and treat others with respect."

Colin jabbed an accusing finger at the priest. "You're soft! Weak! If you're not willing to stand up for what you believe in, you'll get crushed!"

"I am standing up for what I believe in," answered MacArthur, his jaw tensing slightly. "I am just not going around actively converting people and brainwashing them as you seem to believe I should be doing."

"You should at least stop people from doing things that are against God's will!" barked Colin.

The priest raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Such as?"

"Sodomy!" He pointed behind him back into the living quarters. "I heard that kid, Owen and that brute, Weiss, talking about it!"

MacArthur let out a long, exasperated sigh, shaking his head in despair. "Colin, my son, your accusations are bordering on paranoia. Have you even considered that they fact we were attacked by naked, muscular rhinoceros men with the full intention of sodomising us, that was the reason Owen and Weiss were speaking of the topic?"

Of that, Colin had to admit he was a bit unsure. He only heard fragments of the conversation and he immediately shut out the rest on some inbuilt reflex and belief that just hearing of such things was a sin and would damn him to hell... though he had effectively done the close second multiple times over.

"Listen," the priest said calmly, "I can see you are a very devout person but if we jumped at every mention of something sinful, we would not live for very long. We are all... 'survivors' in this game." MacArthur fixed him with a piercing stare. "If we are going to survive this, we need to make allies, not enemies. We must be the ones to extend the olive branch of peace. Understand?"

It was true but it was against everything that Colin had been brought up to believe. It was a matter of either choosing survival or sticking to his beliefs.

In the end... he chose his beliefs.

"I don't need allies that are willing to expose themselves to such debauchery and sin! God will sort them out. Only the just and pure will survive this trial!"

He spun around and marched out of the courtyard but not before Father MacArthur shouted after him.

"Then are you sure you will make the cut?"

He paused and ground his teeth together.

Thankfully Craig began shouting for everyone to hurry upstairs. The sun at set and a quick look at the monitors revealed it was already 6:30 PM; 30 minutes to the next attack. He didn't bother to look behind him and quietly wished Father MacArthur would get caught by the High Horns. He ducked first into his room and fetched his Rioter and the metal shield he had picked from the weapons crate before rushing upstairs.

The other survivors had gathered with Owen and Weiss following closely behind him, standing a little too close for his comfort. He shot them a piercing look but neither of them seemed to notice as they armed themselves for the night.

He took a deep breath and rested himself as far away from those two as possible, right next to Craig and Monroe who were peering out into the south.

At 7 PM on the dot, a loud gong-like noise rang out throughout the house. A tremendous roar ripped throughout the night and, right on cue, the High Horns came bursting out of forest. They charged forward for a few metres before forming an organised line. Each of their muscular forms stood there, roaring, flexing their biceps and stamping their feet. Some of them slammed into each other, bumping chests and more than one groped another's cock. It was clear the entire exercise was so that they could get their erections nice and hard.

It sickened Colin.

So much so that he levelled his Rioter and fired.

A High Horn went rigid and toppled over.

The others fell silent as did those coming in from the other sides of the house.

"Now they're mad," Craig chuckled. "Let's see how they like our new toys."

One of the bigger rhinos let out a vengeful roar.

And the onslaught begun.

Day 2 11:00 PM - Shady

To say that he was conflicted would be putting things lightly. Shady stood with the rest of the survivors with his pistols in his hands, watching the High Horns - apparently that was what they were called - rushing at the Safe House. He was unable to stop himself from licking his lips, recalling the salty, warm taste of Rammer's cock in his mouth. His fingers were tracing the slight belly he was starting to sport. Though he knew he had eaten a lot since then, he could still feel Rammer's cum churning somewhere in there, feeling cold and filling him with the desire to have more of that warm, delicious seed in him.

However, he shook the thought from his head, knowing full well where such wanton desire could lead. He still wanted to get off the island alive and human. Maybe after he got out, he'll indulge in some cock sucking but not now. He needed to get out and he had invested too much already into the survivors around him. And he was never one to just let his investments go without some return.

He heard the howls and cries of the High Horns as they slammed into the multiple Force Fencing that both Terry and Dennis had expertly assembled. Those two were a pretty ingenious engineering team when put together. The Fencing was arranged in such a way that they had three instances stacked just inches away from one another over each of the windows in the gymnasium and the main doors leading into the living area. The bright, blue electrical field that they emitted was almost impregnable.

With each set allowing for five minutes worth of shocking and requiring two and a half minutes to recharge, that meant they could maintain a protective field with three of them overlapping. The first one could go down and the next could take over. After the next one fell, the first should be back online. If all else failed, the third one could be used as a backup. They had the entire gymnasium barricaded off generally making sure that the southern side of the Safe House could not be breached. Only the door to the living quarters was barred but they couldn't vouch for the tenacity of the High Horns. In theory there was no way to get into the Safe House.

In theory.

Of course, there were also the Stun Mines, which the High Horns were just discovering.

Their first charge went by poorly.

Shady winced when the rows of High Horns struck the first row of mines. Blasts of blue energy erupted in flashes from the carefully placed mines. Craig and Vincent were sure to have at least a few inches of the mines' area of effect overlapping. When the High Horns charged, the vast majority of them were struck by the mines and toppled over, stunned with their bodies twitching, blue bolts of lightning dancing across their bodies.

The survivors cheered.

Shady offered a half-enthusiastic cheer alongside them though he was somewhat relieved to see that about half of the High Horns were struck by the assault. They started progressing more cautiously, giving insight to their thinking. Definitely not simple, dumb beasts. Of course, they were against a park ranger and a marine's tactical knowledge and they instantly came upon the second row of mines.

But again, they were far from dumb animals.

They marched in single file. The first few would fall to the mines but then the others would make their way forward past the detonated mines.

Shady found himself unable watch the onslaught and wandered away. He passed Jack who had a Rioter pointed down the flight of stairs. Terry and Dennis had used two Force Fencing to barricade stairs, lying them horizontally so that they blocked any High Horns trying to come up. Maybe he was being paranoid but he thought Jack shot him a rather spiteful look.

No surprise there, really. A lot of people already didn't trust him. He just kept walking and told Craig that he was going to try and grab some sleep. The soldier had effectively become their leader and he nodded in confirmation.

He went into the recreation centre where they had moved some of the beds. The noise of the roars and explosions was dulled somewhat in the recreation room. Dennis and Terry were trying to get some sleep. They had worked fairly hard, after all. Vincent was there too but he was not even trying to sleep.

The park ranger's eyes paralysed Shady for a few moments. Vincent turned away thankfully a moment later and Shady took one of the mattresses and laid back, crossing his arms across his head. Beside him Terry was whimpering at every roar that the High Horns made. By the loud zapping noises, some of the Beasts had made it to the Force Fencing.

"Hey," Shady said softly, "we're gonna make it through this."

Terry looked up at him. His eyes were big, red and puffy. He had been crying. "Why us...?"

Good question. Shady had asked himself that same question as they strode through the forest to pick up the supplies the second time. He was reminded of that question every time he touched his belly.

Why was he the first to be caught off guard?

"Does it matter?" he replied. "What matters now is that we do what we can to survive." He reached over and patted Terry's shoulder comfortingly. "And hey, with what you did with those fences, I think we have a good chance of surviving."

Terry grinned at him. "You think so?"

"Definitely. And hey, Dennis, you did good too, kid."

Surprisingly, Dennis was fast asleep.

That didn't matter. Terry seemed to be the kind of guy that was slowly coming into Shady's side but he needed more time before he was sure.

For the moment, the salesman crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes... and tried not to think of big, muscular rhinos.

Day 3 5:00 AM - Monroe

Coach Lancer Monroe watched with a strange mix of satisfaction and worry as the mines they had lain out carefully and the Force Fencing barred the High Horns from even making it into the living area of the Safe House. The sun was already starting to rise and the majority of the High Horns had started to retreat into the forest, their thin, whip-like tails tucked between their bare asses. A select few continued to charge mindlessly, trying to break the carefully laid out defences.

It was all futile, of course.

Vincent was back on his perch atop the greenhouse and he had a clear shot of the door leading into the living quarters. By the distinct lack of High Horns trying to storm the stairs, he was successful in keeping them back. The Force Fencing helped too.

Most of the other survivors had managed to fall asleep. Only Craig, Jack and Duncan remained awake, probably for their own reasons. Monroe suspected Craig was used to late nights and ever being the soldier, he wasn't going to fall asleep on duty. Jack had this look in his eyes that he kept shooting into the recreation room. Something was gnawing at him but Monroe wasn't sure what.

Duncan... now he was the problem.

Whenever Craig wasn't looking, the fireman was shooting the soldier looks that could have melted steel. A clear rivalry was forming between them and Craig was not aware of it. Duncan had started lashing out at people around him. The altercation yesterday afternoon was evidence of that. Monroe wished he had a clipboard so that he could make a note to keep an eye on Duncan.

He pressed the Rioter he held against his chest, watching the last few High Horns made one last try at the Safe House. It was the last play of the game and the Beasts had no hope of success. Monroe had to give them credit for their tenacity, though. If he had players like those back home - the tenacity, not the build though the build wouldn't hurt either - he'd have won every college championship.

Hell, if he had players like them while he was playing with the pros...

Monroe rubbed his eyes, finally feeling the weariness creeping in on him. He wasn't sure if any of the other survivors remembered but this was now officially Day 3 and that meant that their 'reward' challenge was just around the corner.

"I'ma gonna catch sum sleep," he muttered to Craig, clapping the taller soldier on the shoulder. Craig merely nodded, his eyes narrowed at the field. Something told Monroe that Craig wasn't just some 'private' as he claimed. He knew too much and was tactically adept. A grunt couldn't command that kind of authority.

But Monroe was too tired to think of all of that at the moment.

He slinked off towards the recreation room which they had converted into their evening bunkhouse - on Craig's suggestion. There was a single mattress left and he laid down to rest his head. He wasn't even sure if he actually drifted off or not but he imagined himself back in the pros, out on the field, taking in the roar of the crowd, feeling the adrenaline rush through his veins, bruises on his shoulders and chest... It was all there. Sweat, blood and tears, everything.

He used to be their kicker.

They called him 'Knight'. Lance 'Knight' Monroe. Because he was their knight in shining armour. He used to love kicking that ball, stealing away the breath of the crowd as it soared into the air and then basking in the explosion of cheers that usually followed.

And then the broken leg.

That one injury that kicked him out permanently.

Monroe started awake.

"... reward challenge is located here."

He rubbed the sleep form his eyes and cast his gaze around. Everyone was gone and the light was blaring in from the windows. The scrambling of feet made him instinctively jerk and lift his Rioter. Dennis came up, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Coach, McManus is on the monitors."

Monroe grunted and groggily rose to his feet. Gazing at the monitors mounted on the walls of the recreation room, he noted that the time was already 11 in the morning. He cursed himself for sleeping in so late but he brushed away the thought as he watched the grinning face of their 'host' give them coordinates to their first ever reward challenge.

"I will see you there, survivors," McManus said, grinning brightly.

Then he was gone.

Monroe swallowed and quickly followed Dennis back downstairs. The moment he came to the living area, he sensed the remnants of an argument lingering in the air. Jack was standing in the middle of the room looking towards a group consisting of Weiss, Duncan, Owen and Father MacArthur. Craig stood back to back with Jack, facing Colin, Shady and Terry. Vincent naturally stood apart, arms crossed, back against a wall and with his sniper rifle resting against his leg.

"What's going on here?" Monroe barked, storming down the last few steps with Dennis in front of him.

All eyes were switched to him but he was used to being exposed to angry stares. When games were lost, the guys tended to know what they did wrong but they hated it when he told them what they did wrong.

Jack sighed loudly, dropping his arms helplessly. "There's a few complains... There's no telling how long the reward challenge will take and we still have a few Force Fences to set up. Since Terry and Dennis are the only ones that know how to set it up, Duncan wants them to stay and set up the rest of them."

"But none of the High Horns got in last night!" Terry protested, waving his pudgy arms around. Monroe wished for that clipboard again, he was going to make sure Terry at least got some gym time. "There's no point!"

"There's no guarantee they'll be dumb enough to try the same tactics again," Duncan growled. He wasn't pissed yet. If he grew angry, his accent would creep through his words. "Those bastards aren't idiots. They'll try something different tonight."

Then the arguments started again. Shouting ripped through the living area while Jack and Craig tried desperately to keep the order. Everyone was just one more second away from shooting one another.

Monroe acted.

He flicked Rioter into the air and fired. The bolt of blue energy bounced off the walls and - thankfully - didn't strike anyone. But it got their attention.

"We're all goin' to dat thing," he barked. "Ev'ryone 'as put an effort inta protectin' this place an' keepin' ev'ryone safe. Da people who wen' an' get da supplies, to those who built our defences an' again to those who protect those dat are asleep. We all deserve the chance at dat reward." He narrowed his eyes just for emphasis. "Any questions?"

There were none.

Good.

With that argument settled, everyone packed up their weaponry and began heading out of the Safe House to where McManus had directed them. Like all the supply drops, the location of the challenge was not far.

What it was however, was a different matter entirely.

Twelve tables sat in a perfect row in front of them. Each of them had a square-shaped indentation and a small bag sitting on them. A few feet away from the tables was what appeared to be a mural of three High Horns fucking one another. It was hilariously close to appearing like three of the Beasts arranged in a conga line if not for the raging hardons the front one bore and the detail of semen dripping between them.

"Good morning, survivors."

There was a flicker of light in front of them, just between the tables and the mural. For the first time, McManus appeared before them... or at least his hologram. The tall man stood with his arms crossed behind his back, wearing that creepy grin of his, dressed in full safari attire.

"Your challenge today will be simple." He stepped aside and showed the mural. "Each of you will take a table each. In the satchel, you will find the pieces that each contain the same pieces of the puzzle that will form the image of the mural behind me. The first one to form the mural will be declared the winner."

"What are we playing for?"

If it that question came from anyone else but Shady, Monroe wouldn't have given the greedy bastard any thought. He never noticed the belly the guy sported and he couldn't help but think 'fat cat' every time he saw the his beady eyes.

"You will be playing for one of three rewards and you will be able to select another survivor to come with you on these rewards. The first is an opportunity to meet your loved ones. Both yours and your companion's family and friends will be there. The second is a cleansing spa date at our very special facility up in the mountains. It will rejuvenate you and remove any taint of Beasts that may have infected you over the course of the past two nights. Lastly, the third choice..."

McManus paused for effect.

"...Is a personal tour into the den of the High Horns."

Everyone went rigid.

"Why the hell would anyone want that!?" Duncan roared.

"Rest assured, the High Horns will not be able to touch you. Perhaps an mission of discovery into their midst will help you understand their tactics, their mentality and help you fend them off over the course of your stay here."

It was a valid point but Monroe cringed at the thought of walking into the midst of those horny rhinos. He didn't trust McManus and he certainly didn't trust the High Horns to just keep their hands to themselves.

"Survivors take your positions."

Monroe grimaced and stepped up to one of the tables. Puzzles were never his strong point. He was good at reading people, anticipating plays and guessing where a person will go but fitting things together like this...

"Survivors ready?"

He gave a nod, eyes fixated on the satchel in front of him.

"Go!"

Snatching the satchel from where it lay, Monroe undid the knot binding it together and overturned it. About sixteen pieces scattered onto the table in front of him. It all looked like a jumble to him but he shook through it all and remembered the first thing about solving puzzles: find the edges first. He found all four corners and arranged them perfectly. Then, he began working his way around the edges. That was a little harder but he was focused, in the game. Hand-eye coordination worked in his favour as he grabbed two pieces at a time and tried slotting them into different segments each.

His heart leapt to his throat when he realised he had completed the edges. A glance to his left and right. Craig was working faster than he was, his hands moving like a whirlwind and slipping pieces in and out like snakes, snapping out at their prey. Jack was having more trouble. It looked like he was panicking and in his scrambling, he dropped one of his pieces.

It landed right next to Monroe's foot.

Suddenly, a dilemma.

Waste a few precious seconds to throw the piece back or ignore it and leave Jack to his devices. Monroe flashed countless scenarios in his head just like if he was coaching his team. Helping Jack could yield a potential ally but getting the reward could do the same as he could take someone with him. Jack was a strong fighter, not excellent like Craig or Duncan but he was compassionate and one of those guys you could find hard to hate. Having him as an ally could open more doors to other alliances. Then again, what would tossing one tile back at the stay-at-home dad do versus winning the challenge and then taking him back?

He heard the click-click-click of multiple pieces of the puzzles being slotted perfectly into place and he stared at his own puzzle. It was barely half finished.

Lightning fast, he ducked down and snatched the piece off the ground, tossing it towards Jack. The father of two nodded in thanks and went back to his own puzzle.

Monroe did the same but -

"Done!"

His heart stopped at that voice.

Shady had his hand in the air, panting hard and his eyes wide like saucers.

McManus smiled and nodded. "Congratulations."

The disappointed groans from everyone came not only from having lost the challenge but also having lost it to the slimiest person in the entire team. Though there was no proof to Shady's deception, it was just a feeling Monroe had about the guy.

"Please select who you would like to take to your reward with you."

Shady gazed around the clearing. When his beady eyes fell on Monroe, the high school coach froze.

"I'll take Monroe."

That did not bode well. Especially since he had no idea what reward they were heading towards.

"And your destination?" McManus asked.

In all honesty, Monroe wouldn't be surprised if Shady chose to go into the rhino den. It surprised him, and perhaps a handful of others, when Shady said he wanted to go to the spa. That spouted a whole heap of questions but no one voiced them, not yet.

"Very well." McManus nodded and gestured towards the forest. "Please follow me. Your transportation awaits."

Day 3 6:00 PM - Jack

Monroe and Shady arrived just before the next attack was due to start. Jack was on lookout at that point while Craig and Vincent recharged the Stun Mines as much as they could. There was no supply drop but they still had enough food to keep them stocked up for days to come. Terry and Dennis had implemented the Force Fencing all over the Safe House, barricading every broken window and effectively making the place completely and utterly impregnable from the previous night's performance.

Jack met Monroe at the door and ignored Shady as the salesman shuffled into the Safe House. He wasn't sure but he thought the guy had lost weight. Shaking his head of the thought, he gazed at Monroe, expecting a rundown on what happened.

"He ain't bad," Monroe grunted, hiking a chin Shady. "Still a fuckin' sleeze ball but he jus' wants ta get outta here alive."

Monroe looked like the kind of guy that wasn't bought easily so either Shady really put on the charm or maybe, just maybe, Shady really wasn't a bad guy. In fact...

Jack shot his gaze over his shoulder in the general direction of the greenhouse. He only really had Vincent's word for what Shady had done to his room. Did anyone really know Vincent? The guy was a loner and everyone inherently trusted him because he kept the High Horns at bay at night.

Was he truly to be trusted...?

"Hey."

Jack turned back towards Monroe whose eyes were glaring at him.

"Imma gonna trust ya with somethin' really important here, 'kay?" Monroe said in his deep drawl. "Only 'cuz yer the only guy 'ere dat seems ta be really honest."

That shot a silver bullet straight into Jack's heart. He had kept the pact between himself and Vincent a secret and now Monroe was trusting him? Suddenly, he was the keeper of two secrets. He wasn't sure why he nodded but then Monroe began speaking before he could retract it.

"Der's a mole in our team."

His eyes went wide in shock.

"What?"

"McManus told us. While we were at dat spa. Told us dat one of the guys back there... is workin' for them. He's gonna try and make us lose."

Jack's mind spun with a multitude of possibilities. Mostly it pointed back to Vincent who tried to turn him against Shady. Plus, Vincent was always a loner...

"Who do you think it is...?"

"Dunno." Monroe shrugged. "Could jus' be a trick McManus is playin' on us ta turn us 'gainst each other. Could be you. Ain't likely tho'. You seem pretty honest. I'm thinkin' Craig."

"Craig... But..."

"Seems too good ta be true, dontcha think?" Monroe countered. "We all end up trustin' his military advice and den he makes a call we all agree ta 'cuz of his history. Boom. We're dead... or worse."

Jack's mind was inundated with fears, possibilities and backstabbing opportunities. He pressed his back against the wall instinctively. "I... I don't know..."

A shout came from inside.

It was Craig. "Get in here! The attack is about to start!"

He wasn't sure if he wanted to but he gave Monroe a nod and followed the coach inside. Craig had arranged to rotations for the evening. Jack, Monroe, Craig and Duncan were to take a rest. They had been up for the majority of the past three days and all three were showing fatigue - except for Jack who looked still ready to take one of those High Horns one on one. Vincent had insisted on remaining at his sniper's position while Weiss, Owen, Colin, Shady and Father MacArthur were to take guard duty. Dennis and Terry were to get rest as well for their hard work on the fencing.

There were no complains. Jack was starting to see the power of Craig's authority start to bleed into people's minds. He felt like protesting but whatever he was going to say died in his throat when Craig cast his gaze around the room.

The survivors went back to the second floor. Duncan went into the recreation room to get some sleep while Monroe decided to stay up for a little longer, at least until the High Horns attacked. Craig slinked off into the recreation room after a few moments and lay down on one of the mattresses. Jack's eyes darted from Monroe to the others already heading off into slumber. The revelation of a mole being in their team kept him wide awake and he wandered over to where Monroe watched the western face of Safe House. Only MacArthur was there a Rioter in one hand and one of those high-tech katanas in the other. That the priest had his head bowed and was praying made him seem more intimidating.

When the gong to announce the attack rang, the High Horns came out of their hiding places right on cue. It was almost like they were waiting in the shadows just for them. There was something about their malicious grins that just did not set right with him.

They had a plan.

That plan became apparent when there was a loud zap and all the lights in the Safe House went out.

Craig and Duncan were instantly up.

"What the -!?" they both cried in unison. They shot each other baleful looks before scrambling to their feet and rushing towards the northern face of the house. From where Jack stood, he could see where the generator stood and the High Horns giving each other high fives as they emerged from its sizzling mess.

"Oh shit..." Jack murmured, flicking up his Rioter.

Then the charge began.

Day 3 7:00 PM - Shady

All hell broke loose.

With all the power gone in the Safe House, the Force Fencing only had one charge each before they were gone for good. Worse, the High Horns marched up the hillside in single file with enough space between them that when the closest one stepped on a mine, it didn't affect the others.

Everyone was suddenly in a panic.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" someone screamed - it sounded like Colin.

"You're not getting me, fuckers!" Weiss shouted, hefting a Rioter and letting out a spray of bright, blue lasers at the single file of High Horns. He struck the first few three times each. The instant the third bolt hit one of those thick, muscular bodies, the High Horn would vanish in a bright, electrical burst. No doubt, they would just reappear wherever they came from and get ready for another charge.

Shady had no intention of going down so easily especially not after he had just been cleansed. The freezer was his only salvation. With luck, he could get rid of more food and weaken the other survivors to increase his chances. As he bolted towards the stairs, he spied Craig taking command as he always did. There were too many people to just slip by so he stopped and pretended he was listening.

"We need that power back!"

Craig was shouting. "Vince! Is there a clear path!?"

The park ranger's reply was soft and almost in a whisper. Where he came from was anyone's guess. "No. Those things are fast. The moment they see one of us, they'll come charging."

"Then we keep them distracted," barked the soldier. "Everyone grab a gun and shoot those fuckers down! We'll need a team that'll go to the generator and switch it back on!"

All eyes instant went to a cowering Dennis and a terribly unfit Terry; the only two with any true semblance of mechanical experience. Dennis whimpered and shook his head from side to side furiously. Jack stepped up and held him tightly, trying to prevent him from shaking.

An idea sprang to mind.

"I'll go."

All eyes flicked towards Shady.

"You?" laughed Duncan. "What do you know about machines?"

"I'm a used car salesman. Whether or not it's because I just need the goddamn thing to barely run or to pass inspections, I can usually get something going." He tried to act brave and with his lips pursed, he said, "Besides, you guys think I'm a slimeball anyway. You don't lose anything if I get fucked, do you?"

The fireman laughed. "Fine. Go die then."

He caught the awed and respectful looks from the other survivors. Vincent's expression was still unreadable but even Jack - who had shot him suspicious looks since the first night - looked at him like he was about to throw himself to the lions.

But again, he had no intention of dying or being transformed.

"Good luck," Craig said with a firm nod.

Returning the nod, Shady quickly bolted past the Force Fencing that only left a faint tingling on his flesh. The sound of gunfire and roars ripped through the night mixed with the faint sizzling of the High Horns charging at the Force Fencing. He had at least fifteen minutes to get to the freezer, more than enough time.

A plan formed in his head... He'd just lock himself inside for the night. The others upstairs would probably wait half an hour, waiting for him to switch on the power. The High Horns had definitely grown more clever. They wouldn't fall for the same death trap that was the stairs. They'd figure some other way around that as well.

But they would have no reason to check the freezer.

By morning, Shady be the sole survivor. All the others would be raped and turned into High Horns. Any that didn't, he would just say he never got a chance to make it to the generator, apologise profusely and get rid of more stocks while he was at it.

He would be the winner sure enough.

Grinning, he reached the freezer and flung it open.

He took one step and slammed straight into a cold slab of hard meat. A familiar, musky scent wafted up his nostrils, stirring something in his pants. The fact that a flaccid cock was pressed up against his belly didn't help either.

"Nice to see you again, Shady."

His eyes trailed up the hard ridges of defined abdominal muscles, momentarily taking a detour over the distinct 'V' shape of a chiselled upper torso before travelling over the thick mountains of pecs. Rammer grinned down at him, bright yellow eyes glistening with lust and glee.

"I missed you last night. I thought we said the same time?"

Shady's flight of fight instincts kicked in. He fell somewhere in between.

"Then you're early!"

He flicked up both his pistols and pulled the triggers. Both shots collided and threw the High Horn all the way across the basement freezer into the far wall with a deafening crash. The huge rhino crumbled against one of the metal shelves, tossing frozen produce in all directions and burying him in - somewhat ironically - meat.

Shady immediately spun and tried to go for the stairs. He froze. If he went back up, he'd lose the respect of his fellow survivors and just be thrown back to the wolves - or rhinoceroses as the case may be. His best bet was to hide. But where could he hide?

Cupboard? No, too small. The courtyard? Too open and Vincent would be at the greenhouse, keeping an eye on him.

Thwap!

He jumped to his left. There was a dart quivering just an inch to where his foot had been. Peering through the kitchen window, he spied the park ranger on the top of the greenhouse. The man didn't lower his rifle.

Shit...

He thought fast.

The pool!

He hoped what he said about rhinos not being able to swim was right and bolted straight for the gymnasium. Thunderous roars cut him off as well as huge show of muscles. High Horns came charging through each of the Force Fencing, glaring at him with a mix of triumph and greed. Panic quickly set in and he flicked his pistols up. Remembering the recharge time, though, he desperately tossed them at the High Horns. The weapons didn't even make a thwap against those bulging pecs.

Desperate, Shady shot through the gymnasium dodging grabbing hands and lunging bulks as he leapt over weight equipment. He ducked around a punching bag as a High Horn threw itself at him. The Beast slammed its horn into the bag, tearing it off its stand with a thunderous roar.

Legs pumping and heart racing, he shot right through the showers as the mass of rhinos chased after him. About three of the Beasts wedged themselves into the doors, making him grin. That bought him time. But the High Horns were smart. They wouldn't fall prey to cartoon logic. He ran into the pool and stopped at the edge of the water, reconsidering that thought.

If they won't fall for the old stuck-in-the-doorway gag, would they really not be able to swim? Hell, there were just so many of them, they'd probably just crowd the pool. Worse, they could just surround him and spray their cum at him. He shuddered at the thought, mostly because he wasn't sure if he'd be opposed to that.

Boom!

All too soon, he realised he was trapped and desperately switched his gaze right and left, searching for some way out. An idea sprang to mind and he knew it was crazy but he was desperate. Quickly, he threw himself into the pool, feeling the chilling bite of the water wrap around him, eager to suck out all warmth from his veins. Breath held, he paddled to the very edge of the pool, just against the steps that would take him out of the water.

Even underwater, he heard the thunderous booming of the High Horns stomping into the pool. Through the surprisingly calm waters, he spied the High Horns looking around in confusion before working their way around to the opposite edge of the pool, eyes roving the large area. In the dark, it was almost impossible to see their figures but their eyes reflected what scant light there was, giving him a vague idea of where they lurked.

When his lungs began to burn, he exploded out of the waters and bolted for the showers. His clothes surprisingly felt light even after being soaked and he was surprised when they came out relatively dry. The shouts of the High Horns behind him urged him forward. He slipped through the showers without incident and the gymnasium was mostly empty as most of the High Horns were making their way up the stairs or lying face flat in the minefield, unconscious.

He weaved through the gym equipment and threw himself onto the front balcony, vaulting over the railings and hurrying towards the forest edge. It was probably suicide but he had nowhere else to hide. Trying for the freezer again when all the High Horns were there was just crazy. He was a greedy bastard but not crazy. He had a better chance of hiding out in the trees than in the house.

"There he is!"

Behind him, those five or six High Horns from the pool came rushing at him, heads dipped and ready to spear him with one horn or the other. Panic gave him a boost in adrenaline and he began weaving through the minefield, hoping to god he didn't set one off.

His luck didn't hold out.

Click!

FWOOOSH!

A bolt of blue energy exploded from where his right foot rested. Thoughts like 'this is it', 'goddamnit' and 'fuck, fuck, fuck'. To make matters worse, the six High Horns threw themselves at him, grinning from ear to ear and ready to crush him under their collective weight. On some impulse, he leapt away, surprising even himself that he could actually move. The leading High Horn let out a loud 'Fuuuuuuuck!' before he landed face flat on the ground.

Click!

FWOOOSH!

Another mine went off, sweeping over Shady to no effect and sending the High Horns into spasms before they slumped on top of one another, cocks dripping but mercifully unconscious.

"Ha!" Shady turned, unable to believe his luck and bolted for the forests. To his surprise, he actually found himself north of the Safe House and right where the generator was. Even more to his surprise, the only reason the machine did not produce power was because the switch was in the 'off' position. It was hard to miss as well. It was big, red and had flashing lights around it.

It was like the producers were inviting the High Horns to make that their first point of attack. Wouldn't surprise him, really.

He considered turning it back on. His hand was actually an inch away from the switch. A roar from the Safe House reminded him just how lucky he had been so far... and his chances of survival.

Shady pulled away from the switch and turned around.

"You are one greedy fuck, aren't you?"

Not that voice again.

This time, he didn't have his pistols and when the heavy hand fell on his shoulder, he had no way of running. The musk that emanated from Rammer and the drip of precum onto his back was just further indication of how fucked he was - in all matters of the word. God, he wished Vincent would see him and save him.

Maybe his luck hold out...?

"Ready to go, Shady?"

He swallowed, thinking of something... anything to buy him some time. "Don't I get dinner first?"

"Plenty of meat here."

Walked right into that one. "Wait!" He spun around, facing Rammer. The High Horn was smirking at him. "Look... I know you'll probably say 'no' to this but..."

But...?

But what!?

He was a used car salesman! He should know how to smooth talk his way into a sale!

"What if I gave you the other guys in the house?" he said. "I can be like your insider! Your mole!"

"Already got one of those."

Apparently, they did. McManus had warned them over that during his little spa outing with Monroe. Shady had made a pact with the coach to keep the secret between them to better their chances in winning the game and Monroe seemed to agree with him.

Rammer crossed his massive arms over his massive, bare chest. Shady had to keep himself from licking his lips. "What else ya got?"

What else did he have...?

"If you let me go... and help me win... I'll bring you with me back to the States!"

That just made the High Horn laugh.

"Buddy, what makes you think I want to go back?"

He wasn't really thinking of that. His eyes were off towards the Safe House, wondering if anyone could see him. Surely they would be looking this way, right? Someone had to be worried about the lack of power.

"Don't you want to be human again?"

There was a flash of... something in the High Horn's eyes and he lost that cocky smile, frowning for the briefest of moments. Both small, leaf-like ears flicked back and flattened. "How...?" Then he shook his head abruptly. "No... You can't have known." Then that grin was back. "Besides, if being human means being as squishy as you..." He pinched Shady's arm, making the salesman yelp in pain. "... I prefer to be big, buff and horny." For emphasis, Rammer flexed his biceps and tensed his stomach muscles, every ridge on his sculpted abs pressing against the rough hide. "Now don't tell me you don't want this too."

Rammer relaxed and bent down from his eight foot height, grinning from ear to ear at Shady, their noses almost touching. Shady could smell the High Horn's musky breath like he'd been eating cock all day. "Well? Whatcha gonna do, bud?"

There was only one thing he could do...

"Let me switch on the power. Then I'll come with you." It was a desperate ploy. Maybe if he switched on the power and stalled enough, someone will come looking for him. Or maybe some of the other High Horns would come rushing at him, hoping to switch off the power and he could antagonise them to fight over him.

"And what makes you think you really have a choice?" Rammer laughed, his thick pecs jostling with his booming voice. His bright, yellow eyes flicked towards Shady with amusement. "You know what? Sure. Turn on the power. Doesn't matter. You're mine."

Shady still had some tricks up his sleeve now that this particular door was open to him. He reached forward as slowly as he could possibly muster. It was hard trying to seem dejected and defeated about it but he knew if he could just stall for a little longer, he might stand a chance. Every second was like an eternity to him as he crept closer and closer to the generator. A quick glance at Rammer and the High Horn was just smirking at him, arms crossed like he knew he didn't need to worry about any thoughts of escape.

A dangerous assumption to make around Shady.

Pressing his finger against the switch, Shady glanced towards the Safe House and took a deep breath like he was resigning himself to his fate. Rammer did the same.

Got him.

Click!

Shady turned away at the last moment and the lights flicked on instantly. The sudden flash of light in the middle of the pitch black of the night would have been enough to blind anyone for a few seconds. For Shady, he wasn't looking at it and instead turned towards the forest and bolted -

Thwack!

"Nice try there, bud," Rammer chuckled darkly. The High Horn's arm was wrapped tightly around Shady's shoulder while the Beast was rubbing his eyes free of the tears. "Had that happen more than once. Trust me, ain't gonna work on me. Now come on." He grinned evilly. "We're gonna have lots of fun."

Day 4 6:00 AM - Jack

No one wanted to say anything.

The High Horns broke off their attack at the sound of the gong. Unlike last time, they were giving each other high fives, slapping asses and cheering loudly like they had accomplished something. In truth, they probably had. The defences of the Safe House were shattered. They had systematically destroyed the Force Fencing that Terry and Owen had worked so hard to set up. Worse, as the night had worn on, they had actually let some of their number fall prey to the mines before others dug them up and carried them off into the woods, never to be seen again.

What defences the survivors had set up were now officially decimated.

And... they had lost one of their own.

Shady hadn't returned during the evening and the mood was extremely low. Sure, the power had flicked back on and the defences on the second floor had remained intact but that was just the Force Fencing on the stairs. It was another sleepless night and one filled with black moods.

The survivors gathered in the living area and just stood around quietly. Jack couldn't help but stare at Vincent who - as always - stood far off from the crowd. He had been the one who tried to cast suspicion on Shady. Could he be the mole?

"Shall we say a prayer for our fallen comrade?" Father MacArthur suggested.

No one spoke.

MacArthur asked them to bow their heads and as they did so, he began uttering words that just felt hollow to Jack. He doubted any god could save them now. In a place like this, only the will of the producers and directors of this sick show ruled and God had nothing on them. Surprisingly, Terry broke down into tears through the prayer and Weiss went over to comfort him. Owen followed shortly but no one went to pat his shoulder. Feeling sympathetic for the poor guy, Jack shuffled over to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Four days... Not even up to the first elimination challenge and already they were down one survivor.

This did not bode well.

Who knew what would happen especially since they would have their first 'objective' coming up on the sixth day. It felt like the whole world was coming crashing down upon them in a storm of muscular rhinos and erect cocks.

"We should set up mines around the generator," Craig grunted, cutting through the prayer. "Hell, let's see if we can set up some Force Fencing around it. If we can set it up just like we do here in the Safe House, we'll be able to maintain an impenetrable barrier."

"Ya asshole!" Duncan bellowed. "Dontcha see we're tryin' ta mourn tha dead, 'ere?" He was pissed. His accent was cutting through his words.

"If we spend time mourning, we'll end up caught off guard by those bastards again. They learned from our defences. It's time we learned from them."

"If that's ta way ya feel, boyo, why dontcha jus' throw yerself at 'em and 'learn' all ya can! Betcha used ta havin' cocks up yer ass, eh military man!?"

Craig's eyes flashed with anger for the first time, breaking his usual cool. "Don't go there, Red."

"Oooh!" Duncan swaggered up to Craig, bumping chest roughly. "Whatcha gonna do 'bout it, fucker? Or are ya the fuck-ee?"

"That's it!"

Craig threw himself at Duncan and the two went down in a tussle, roaring and with fists flying. Weiss shouted for them to break it up and as did Father MacArthur but they stayed a good distance away, fearing their own injuries.

Two blue bolts of light shot from nowhere and slammed into both combatants.

Craig and Duncan suddenly dropped to the ground, utterly paralysed though their eyes still stared daggers at one another.

Monroe lowered his Rioter, growling softly.

"We mourn. Then we prepare. Time enough for both. Go on, Father."

Day 4 1:00 PM - Shady

Shady woke with a start to the sounds of rambunctious laughter and the slamming of something that sounded like glass against some surface. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he slowly rose from where he lay and was surprised to find himself on a rather comfortably - if not a little sticky - water bed. He pushed at the mattress, surprised at just how gelatinous it was. Seeing something like a water bed was a little surreal for him.

"Do they even make these things anymore...?"

"They did in my time."

He spun and found Rammer standing not too far away, arms folded across his chest and with his cock surprisingly flaccid and tucked beneath a pair of very tight-fitting boxers. Shady was just surprised to see the guy clothed. Then, remembering what he had decided to do last night, he instinctively ran a hand over his belly and squeezed his own ass. Belly was still nice, flat and skinny and his ass wasn't sore. Jaw was pretty good too.

"Don't worry," Rammer grunted. "Didn't do anything." He flicked an ear towards one of the doors but then flicked it back. "Guessing you haven't slept well recently."

"Shouldn't you know?" he murmured bitterly. "You guys attack us every night. Then the supply drops occur and the challenges..."

"Yeah..." Rammer snorted. "So you won something, didn't you? That's why you lost the belly?" Shady didn't want to dignify that with a response, making the High Horn laugh. "Whatever. Come on. You're probably hungry."

He was but he didn't want to tell the High Horn that. It was surprising to find the Beast actually be... civil instead of slavering and craving for his ass. They left the big, white room that looked suspiciously like one of the Safe Houses' rooms and followed Rammer down a hallway that ended in a bar... or a pub... or maybe it was a club of sorts. All he knew is that he was staring at a hell of a lot of High Horns.

Three floors worth, in fact.

There had to be at least a hundred of the massive, muscular rhinos, rubbing and grinding against one another, dancing to music while lights flashed around them. Several of them - just wearing either boxers, briefs or shorts - sat around a bar, hoisting mugs full of beer at a massive television screen that took up most of the ceiling. They cheered as human football players rammed into one another.

"Is that a rerun?" Shady asked.

"Live."

He shook his head in confusion. "What? But I was taken in the off-season. And why does that say...?" His eyes widened when he saw the date flashing below the screen. "No... That's not possible..."

Rammer chuckled softly and wrapped a massive arm around his shoulder, guiding him over to a table. The High Horn ordered something but Shady was barely listening, just looking at the numbers 2114 flashing beneath the game.

"What year?"

He shook his head and regarded the High Horn in shock. "What?"

"What year were you taken?"

"2009..."

"1974," Rammer grunted as two mugs of beer were placed in front of them. He took his and hoisted it briefly before taking a sip, grimacing at the taste. "Why does beer get so fucking watered down as the years go by...?"

"And this is...? I mean, the current year is...?"

"2114," answered the High Horn. "Don't really know what the month is."

"But that would make you... and make me...?"

The High Horn leaned forward, his breath stinking of the brew. "Don't go thinking the laws of nature apply here, bud. I used to be a scrawny fuck. A soldier. Then, one day, I go to bed and suddenly, I'm here." He shrugged and leaned back. "Not here, here. Another Safe House on the island."

"You were a Survivor?"

"We all were." Rammer gestured broadly around him. "Figure there's about a hundred, hundred and a half High Horns now? Dozens more species out there in their own clubs and bases, just waiting for their turn."

"Turn at what?"

"You guys."

Two High Horns came staggering over, their eyes half-closed and drunken laughter coming from their lips. "Hey... Rammer... hic... When ya gonna fuck that fucker?"

"Can I have a go?" laughed the other.

"Fuck off," Rammer growled and the two shrugged before passionately making out with one another. They fell to the ground right next to their table, their arms flailing as they grunted and their cocks grew hard.

Shady pulled his chair away from them but then he got a better look at the club. Shouts of pleasure and cries of 'fuck' filled the air. The dance floor was sticky with cum and there were orgies occurring everywhere.

"Does it always get this crazy?"

"Only when we get catch one of you guys," Rammer muttered, nodding towards the screen. "It ain't so simple as us being Beasts and you surviving. There'd another game going on that you don't know about."

Shady swallowed hard. "Another game...?"

"Yup." Rammer drained his mug. "But I can't tell ya. Not until I fuck ya and turn you into one of us."

He reeled back. "Any chance I'll get to walk out of here alive?"

"Do you really want to go back?" Rammer grinned at him. "I've seen the way you look at us. Fuck, I can smell you from here. You're fucking hard." He flexed a bicep. "And you just jizzed a little there."

No denying that.

"Besides," Rammer muttered as two massive burgers was placed in front of them by another High Horn dressed in only a white apron. "If you go back there, you're just going to be thought of as infected and they'll kick you out. Trust me, you're better off just giving up and enjoying the ride. I'll be gentle."

Shady scowled. "I'm not giving up! I can still get out of here!"

Rammer had his muzzle half-full of burger when he let out a loud laugh. "You really think so? Not even to the first elimination challenge and already I've fucked you once and brought you to the middle of our base. You really think you can survive?"

Shady slammed his fist into table, shaking it. "I will survive! I will go back to -"

"What you had before?" The High Horn chewed his burger slowly. "What were you back there, huh? Is it better than partying every night, fucking like crazy and getting a chance to fuck over another guy every time the game starts again? Shit, look around you! You think Barry here actually cooks?" He hiked a thumb at the High Horn with the apron who was still standing beside them. "He just gets the food magically appear in front of him, I shit you not! Everything is provided for us here! Fuck, you ever played the Xbox Horizon?"

"We're still up to the 360..."

"Shit. You should see the graphics and user interface on that badboy..." Rammer shook his head. "If you want everything, you don't got to look any further."

Everything...

That was what he wanted... Everything... He was a greedy son of a bitch and here he was, on the precipice of receiving it all. All he had to give up... "What are you doing here anyway, Barry?" Rammer asked, regarding the other High Horn suspiciously.

"My tip," the blonde-haired High Horn said. He thrust his hips forward, cock poking out from underneath his apron.

"Ass..." Rammer grunted. He nodded towards Shady. "Whatcha say, Shady? Feel like getting fucked twice for your second fuck?"

Shady turned his gaze towards the undulating muscles on the dance floor. He watched lips mesh together in passionate scenes, cocks drive in and out of muzzles or assholes. Cum sprayed in all directions while copious amounts of food was eagerly spread to everyone. Ketchup was poured over hard abs and then greedily licked up.

What would it be like to be the one licking up that condiment or the one shoving his dick into another High Horn's ass?

What would it be like to rule over this army... and conquer the island?

Here was his chance to find out.

His eyes darted back towards Rammer and he leaned forward. "Fuck being gentle. Give me all you got."

Rammer grinned from ear to ear and even Barry was smirking. The High Horn swept one, huge, meaty arm across the table, sweeping off the burgers and their contents. Rough hands seized Shady's shoulders and pulled him across the table, spinning him onto his back and slamming him hard against the hard wood.

Plump, rhino balls pressed hard against his face, filling his nostrils with the decadent, musky scent of Rammer's manhood. Veiny thighs like perfectly sculpted marble pressed against the sides of his head, cradling him in a warm blanket of pure muscle. Hungry drool began dripping from his lips and he eagerly lapped at the plump, lemon-sized balls that bounced so tantalizing against his lips. He growled angrily at the thin layer of clothing that separated him from those delicious balls. Through the fabric, he could almost imagine the taste of that delicious cum on his lips.

"Eager for it, huh?" Rammer laughed.

Shady made a muffled reply that quickly evolved into a shout of surprise when he felt a pair of thick, greasy hands seize his pants and tear them off. He peered past Rammer's balls at Barry who had tossed aside his apron, revealing his own foot-long cock dripping eagerly. The other High Horn hoisted Shady's legs onto his broad, thick shoulders. The rhino's tongue slipped between his lips as he licked a long, meaty finger.

"Wait!" Shady exclaimed but his cry was muffled by Rammer's balls and the heavy techno music of the club. Somewhere, he heard another High Horn shout something about new blood and that began a thunderous chant.

"New blood! New blood! New blood!"

A mixture of pleasure and pain exploded from his ass. The muscles stretched in ways they shouldn't have but the warmth of Barry's slick, saliva-covered finger eased the pain and made him shudder. A gasp came from his throat and he suddenly got a mouthful of testicles. His tongue brushed against the jiggling fruit barely contained by the thin pair of boxers. Rammer shuddered at the touch.

A strange sense of pleasure rippled through Shady at the thought of pleasuring the big rhino. He nibbled the sack a little, making Rammer rise on his tip toes with a moan. When he licked again, Rammer shuddered. His hands navigated the tree-trunk like thighs of the High Horn, unable to reach behind and squeeze that tight, bubble ass he saw plastered in his imagination. With a light squeeze, he felt the iron-chorded muscles between his fingers and heard Rammer grunt. It was strange having the big guy's balls in his power.

Rammer's pleasure was bound to him. He could tell when the High Horn could cum, how he would react.

Yeah...

Rammer was under his power. Power. Power.

With a savage growl, he reached for the rim of the High Horn's boxers and ripped them off. His cry of triumph echoed with a gasp of pain. Barry had started shoving another finger deep into his ass, making Shady squirm. He clenched down tight on those two finger, loving the feeling of them inside of him and the fact that he held them right there.

If Barry thought he was going to get them back, he'd have to think again.

The bitch would have to get him off first!

"Fuck yeah!" Shady growled, his voice a deep, resonating rumble full of lust and greed. With Rammer's balls free, he hungrily stuffed the bouncing balls into his mouth, rolling his tongue over those plump orbs and tasting the High Horn's salty sweat on his tastebuds. With every lick, Rammer would shudder and his hips began to buck, slowly leading him to start bobbing up and down. Shady dared a light nibble and Rammer when on the tip of his toes, back arching and tail lashing in pleasure.

"New blood! New blood! New blood!"

Shady briefly glanced over to the side and he saw the massive monitors of the club had flicked to a various angles of him being pleasured by the two, massive High Horns. Their grey, muscular frames almost completely blocked him out but his pink flesh could still be seen squirming underneath their undulating, mountain-like masses.

"Fuck!" Rammer roared. "You're gonna take my cock, bud!"

He wasn't about to take orders. Shady planted his legs against Barry's shoulders and kicked the High Horn away, stunning the rhino briefly. He pulled away from an equally surprised Rammer and sprang to his hands and knees, a hungry look in his eyes. The crowd fell silent. That delicious, foot-long cock bobbed in front of his face. A dribble of precum slid down from the strangely human-like helmet and rolled down a thick, pulsating vein to settle where cock met balls. With a grin, he took that big cock in one hand and squeezed it hard, making Rammer squirm and let out a high-pitched, girly squeal.

Yeah... Right in the palm of his hands. Just like how he liked it.

He glanced over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear at a stunned Barry. Spreading his legs across the table, he winked at the High Horn. "Whatcha waiting for, stud?"

Shady didn't even watch the other High Horn approach. He turned back to Rammer and took that thick cock into his mouth. It was just as big as he remembered but as his tongue brushed across the head of Rammer's cock, he heard the High Horn hiss loudly.

"New blood!"

Rammer began a slow thrust down his throat, squirting thickening precum into his stomach. It was warm, salty and stirred something deep and primal inside Shady. This time, there were no reservations to hold him back. Shady embraced it completely and it bubbled up deep inside of him, originating from in his stomach. It was like every squirt of that delicious pre-orgasmic fluid doubled the fluids already in his gut.

"New blood! New blood!"

Shady groaned loudly, his mind caught in a deep, sexual haze where all that existed was that delicious cock and the growling of his stomach for more. That was pierced but the thick, throbbing pass of Barry's cock pushing deep into him. It was nothing like the fingers. Thicker and warmer. He could feel every drop of Barry's precum drip inside of him. Even though he knew it was impossible, he could feel the fluids dripping into his stomach, making him groan when his gut pressed hard against the table.

Creeeeak!

CRASH!

The table shattered beneath his weight. There was a second when he was suspended in mid-air. The quick reflexes of both Rammer and Barry caught him and stopped him from dropping against the shattered splinters of the table. Barry seized his legs, keeping him suspended as that huge cock drove deep into him, pushing the limits of his ass. At the same time, Rammer held him up with his thick hands while Shady wrapped his arms around Rammer's thick thighs.

Shady lost himself in a sea of heady, rhino musk and muscle, bobbing his head up and down as far as he could down Rammer's pulsating cock. The High Horn was letting off a rising moan that melded perfectly with the shouts of 'new blood' deep in the club and Barry's wild thrusts into Shady's ass.

A loud groan bubbled from Shady's own throat and he somehow managed to find the strength to pull himself briefly away from the intoxicating sex to gaze downwards. What was once had been a flat, unassuming belly was gone in a huge, gurgling gut that almost brushed against the floor. It looked like he had put on a hundred pounds of fat in just the past few seconds alone!

The groan from Rammer suddenly took on new context and even the huge, muscular rhino had to slowly fall to his knees, his arms no longer able to keep up Shady's rapidly rising weight. Even knowing that ever moment Rammer's cock shot precum down his throat added to his bulging gut, Shady kept sucking on that long, throbbing piece of meat. He was back on his hands and knees, Rammer fucking his face and Barry going to town on his ass. Both rhinos were working in tandem. Rammer would thrust and Barry would pull out. Barry would drive forward and Rammer would yank his cock tauntingly away from Shady.

"New blood! New blood! New blood!"

Shady's jaw began to hurt but he wanted more. Wanted more power. He loved the feeling for driving Rammer to his knees. He wanted to do more. His own cock ached against his growing belly and it yearned to be driven between the tight ass of the High Horn. But he waited. He just kept sucking, drawing more and more of that delicious precum into his throat.

Strangely, the pain in his jaw began to ease. Shady found his tongue reaching further and further down that foot long sausage. Every moment he drove down, he felt himself driving closer and closer to the High Horn's balls. The musky scent of male rhino grew stronger. His nose twitched at the scent. Somehow, he knew exactly what Rammer smelled like and there was the faint, greasy smell of Barry behind him.

A third rhino's scent added to mix. He glanced around briefly, looking for the third participant. The other High Horns were either caught in their own sexual escapades or watching with their cocks in their gargantuan hands. Shady took another whiff of the third, familiar yet alien scent and realised...

... it was his scent.

He grinned, his teeth briefly grazing Rammer's cock and making the High Horn wince.

Yeah... he had the bastard under his power.

A faint cracking and stretching noise met his ears but he just closed his eyes and forgot all about what his eyes saw, leaving the rest of his body to tell the story. His tongue brushed against the leathery sack that contained Rammer's balls. His growing muzzle encompassed the massive rhino's cock, the throbbing member brushing against the roof of his mouth. There was a pain on the tip of his nose like a pimple that was going to burst and it grew to nearly unbearable levels, swelling and building. He could feel his own heartbeat in the pulsating of the pain but then, it was suddenly gone. A sensation of release washed over him, emanated from his nose like a mini-orgasm. A groan rippled from his thickening throat.

The gurgling and bubbling of his stomach grew louder. To all those watching, the titanic belly Shady sported began to twitch and shudder like gelatine. Slowly, the edges of his stomach began to recede. Like ripples, the fat travelled across his body, pumping into his pecs and turning the flat, unassuming mounds into thick, square muscle. Almost feminine shoulders bulged, hard cuts appearing across them where the muscle pressed against the skin. Bone groaned loudly as they grew longer and broader, pushing his torso out to the sides. The ripples travelled across his upper arm, tensing them for a moment before pumping and filling them up into huge, plump mounds to make any bodybuilder jealous. As the change shifted across his forearms, thick veins pushed out across his flesh, crisscrossing across the iron-like muscles and trailing across the back of his hands before stretching out his fingers and making them nice, big and plump.

His stomach was half gone when the rippling reached his back. Deltoids and other back muscles hardened abruptly. The fat seemed to just bubble deep inside of them, melting into the iron and quickly turning into more mass. His torso broadened, forming a distinct 'V' shape while every muscle on his back became hard, defined; a perfectly symmetrical mountain range with his spine the hard-cut valley slicing right through it.

Barry moaned when the change rippled across Shady's ass. The High Horn arched his back and grit his teeth together as thick glutes tightened around his cock. The belly was almost entirely gone when the change rippled down to Shady's thighs, turning scrawny legs into thick slabs of meat, pumped with blood by pronounced veins. His calves grew the most, becoming like huge hams that matched his massive feet. As the last ounces of belly faded from Shady's stomach, all that was left was a set of eight, perfectly cut abdominal muscles. The last bits of fat all over his body travelled through the throbbing veins all over his body like green hoses across pink flesh and began gathered in two places.

First was at the base of his spine. Shady let out a thunderous moan; starting to buck his hips. A short, whip-like tail began pushing out from where his spine ended, slapping against Barry's hard abs. Second, the last remnants of body fat pooled into his cock and balls. He grunted as a heavy weight began pulling him down from his testicles. The gurgling returned but this time, it was deep in his balls and the more they gurgled, the more precum was pushing up the length of his cock. As release drew closer and closer, his cock just taunted him as it pulled his tip further and further away from his balls. Shady seized the throbbing member, wantonly running his thick hand its growing length.

"Fuck!" he grunted, pulling away from Rammer's cock.

Wild and driven by sex, he yanked himself off Barry's cock and rose to his full, eight and a half feet of height. The latex-like shirt that somehow remained intact across his broad chest constricted his breathing somewhat. He grunted and tightened his pecs. The bulging muscles tore right through the fabric with resounding ripping noise. High Horns all around him whistled as his flesh began to harden and became more leathery, almost like a hide. A groan rippled from his muzzle as the last parts of his transformation pulled his ears from where they lay and yanked them to the top of his head.

Rammer knelt in front of him, looking partially lost in a daze of hormones and stunned at Shady's sudden growth. With a growl, Shady pushed Rammer to the ground, spinning him around and shoving his fourteen-inch cock deep into the High Horn.

"Fuck yes!" Rammer roared, arching his back and throwing his head back, eyes shut in pleasure. Shady let himself completely go, thrusting deep into High Horn beneath him and absolutely loving the feeling of warmth of the High Horn's ass around his cock. He bent down, pressing his cut, sculpted body against Rammer's muscular back, rubbing his erect nipples against every inch of chorded muscle on the High Horn's form. He drew his long tongue across Rammer's neck, tasting sweat, sex... and submission.

Yeah, he was in control.

He had all the power.

Instincts suddenly took over and he straightened, spinning partially around and seizing the back of Barry's neck. The smaller High Horn's eyes widened; both his hands were at his cock, clearly aiming to penetrated Shady again.

"Not so fast, fucker," Shady snarled. Then he yanked Barry towards him, pressing the hard body against his own and driving his tongue deep into the High Horn's throat. Barry instantly went limp, his arms weakly rising to grab Shady's shoulders, a soft whimper rising from his throat.

Shady thrust deep into Rammer's ass; grunting as his hips undulated and the pressure built and built and built deep in his balls. He felt the muscles in his cock start to tighten. Barry was the first to scream in pleasure and his spunk came spewing out all over Shady's sculpted chest. The moment of bliss knocked all sense from Barry's mind and Shady took complete advantage of that. He pushed the smaller High Horn to his knees and forced the rhino to lick up the mess he made. The feeling of that long, flexible tongue all over his washboard abs made him shudder, giving rise to the pleasure that was building in his cock.

Rammer roared next, his cock erupting in a blissful blast that coated the entire floor. All around them, the High Horns roared and shot all their cum in various directions. Some even coated Shady's massive body. He would make them pay for that but later. Right now, Shady just gave Barry a flick of his ears and the High Horn worked his way all over Shady's body, licking him completely clean.

Shady gave one last thrust and arched his back, shouting his triumph. His seed poured deep into Rammer's ass like a dam shattering. His whole body shook from the shock and his mind quaked. When Rammer squeezed down on his cock, he threw his head back, crying out in sheer ecstasy, every muscle in his body tensing. Barry eagerly licked every inch of hardened muscle but Shady did not relax.

No... Oh no.

He had two High Horns under his power.

Now he just needed the rest.

He grunted and yanked his cock out of Rammer, his cum pouring out of the High Horn's ass in a gush. Rammer collapsed into a pool of his own cum. Shady fought off the weariness of afterglow and pulled Barry towards him, savaging the other High Horn's muzzle with his own. His eyes turned towards the screen.

There, standing with one High Horn knocked unconscious at his feet and another in his arms, was possible the hunkiest rhino of all club. Eight and a half feet tall, brimming with muscles and stark, black hair nestled between two, small ears, he was sexy as hell. Every inch of him screamed power. But there just wasn't enough.

He needed more.

Shady pushed Barry away, leaving the High Horn stunned. He stormed over to the bar, the other rhinos giving him room but grinning in support. Some slapped him on the back and a burger was rested in front of him. He didn't take a bite out of it. Instead, he picked it up and gazed at the High Horn right next to him.

"You're next."

He threw the burger into the High Horn's face, stunning the rhino for a brief moment. That was all he needed. Shady slammed hard into the Beast, taking them both down. Without wasting the opportunity, he spun the High Horn onto his stomach and shoved his cock deep into the guy's ass.

Yeah... He was going to enjoy taking it all.

Rammer said there were a hundred, maybe a hundred and a half High Horns?

Well... He was going to fuck them all.

And make them his.

Day 4 7:00 PM - Monroe

There wasn't a mole.

Well... At least McManus hadn't told them there was a mole.

During the supposed 'spa date' he shared with Shady, the asshole had attempted to woo him over to his side. Not so much as 'woo' but Shady was really putting on the charm. The slimy salesman was preaching all about sticking together, working as a team and using each other's strengths and weaknesses. The kind of talk a guy would give to a football team. He probably assumed that since Monroe was a coach, he they could form a bond if they spoke on similar terms.

He was wrong.

Monroe didn't trust him.

He made up the lie about a 'mole' so that he could start throwing suspicion on Shady. Yes, he initially didn't cast suspicion on him but that was part of the plan. If he started pointed fingers, he'd get targeted as the mole. All he needed to do was to plant the idea. The rest would take care of itself.

Until Shady played the hero and got himself captured.

Now... The household was a distrusting mess. They lost one of their own so people were feeling more vulnerable and it looked like Duncan was finally rising up to try and claim the title of leader. Craig stood his ground and gathered his own supports. Jack was caught in the middle, clueless and too... goody-goody for his own good.

Monroe wasn't suspicious of him. Jack didn't seem like the guy to backstab someone. But he was dangerous in that he was easily manipulated because of his loyalty. If someone won his loyalty, they would have an indispensable tool. A soldier willing to die and sacrifice himself for them.

That was Monroe's next goal.

But first... it was time for the attack.

The gong rang and everyone was on edge. The supply drop had simply supplied more Force Fencing and Stun Mines. According to Craig's plan, they had fenced off the generator to prevent the High Horns from cutting off power again. That left their main house defences thin, however. They still managed to barricade off one of the doorways leading into the living area and the stairwell. It would be a tough night and possibly another sleepless one.

But they wouldn't lose anyone.

Not again.

This would hold true though not in the way Monroe or anyone else expected.

A whole hour passed.

And still no attack.

They remained all on edge well until midnight.

No one attacked.

"What's going on?" Jack asked, standing beside Monroe as they stood on the north balcony of the Safe House. "Where are they?"

"Maybe they're just as tired as we are," answered Monroe gravely. "Getting stunned and electrocuted multiple times can't be good for them. Maybe tonight, they're taking a rest."

"I don't like it..."

"No one does." He clapped Jack's shoulder. "But 'ey, why dun ya 'ead off an' get sum sleep? I'll keep watch on this side."

Jack shook his head slowly. "I appreciate the offer, coach, but I've got two kids to go back two. I'm not going to be fucked in my sleep and wake up one of those things. My kids are waiting for me."

Monroe smiled. "Ya love yer kids, huh?"

"Sure do."

"We share somethin' in comm'n," the coach laughed softly. "I'mma 'ardass to them but only 'cuz I jus' wan' 'em ta succeed."

Jack leaned against the railing, smiling. There was a weariness on that smile but it was also very friendly, trusting. "I hear ya..."

Monroe leaned against the railing as well, mirroring Jack's gesture. "Tell me 'bout yer kids."

"Well... They're twins..."

As Jack recounted some event where his twins ran away together, Monroe couldn't help but thinking that getting Jack on his side was going to be pretty darn easy.

He smiled and nodded at something Jack said.

Yeah... Very easy.