7Stars

Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 94

“Where the wave of moonlight glosses the dim gray sands with light, far off by furthest Rosses we foot it all the night, weaving olden dances, mingling hands and mingling glances, till the moon has taken flight; to and fro we leap, and chase the frothy bubbles, while the world is full of troubles and is anxious in its sleep. Come away, my human child, to the waters and the wild with your father, hand in hand, for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.” W. B. Yeats

<< Don't say nothing. I got to think this out. I'm okay for now. No one will know. It's one advantage of being covered with fur. They can't see whether my genitals are male or female, >> Baug sent to Lem.

<< What are you going to do if General Boynton wants some more of your fine morphed cunt, Big Brother? >> Lem asked.

<< I don't think I can get pregnant twice. On the other hand, I didn't think I could get pregnant once. Something happened, or I done something wrong, >> Baug said.

<< I rode along for a while with you and then switched over to the General. I couldn't decide who was enjoying it more or getting the best thrill out of your coupling. It was too damn good for both of you just to put a fuck like that behind you and not do it again. Ain't no doubt in my mind he landed his troops on your beach and planted his flag. I can already feel your craving for him. You want to feel more of that big human cock inside you. He completes you like nothing ever has before. You belong to him. Besides, you genuinely care about each other. You shouldn't be worrying so much. Your doubts and negative vibes will give the poor bairn a complex, and he will think he's not wanted. You should be rejoicing. You're going to have General Boynton's second son, >> Lem said.

<< How do you know it's a male, Little Brother? >> Baug asked.

<< I can see his small aura playing in and out of your much larger aura. I can sense his essence. I can hear his little proto-heartbeat. He's a male all right, and a strong, vibrant, hyper-masculine, highly intelligent one to boot, >> Lem said, and laughed again.

<< My own son to raise – my boy, Bill, >> Baug mused and got a big lump in his throat.

<< Before the music starts, and you launch into a song, you want some advice, Big Brother? >> Lem asked.

<< I'm listening, Little Brother, >> Baug replied.

<< Before you do something you might regret, when the General brings your tray, tell him to ask Master Billy to stop by to check on me. Tell Master Billy exactly what happened, but whatever you do, for god's sake, don't even hint you want to abort the little guy. Find out why it happened, and what your options might be. Ask his advice about telling the General and your family. That way you'll be covering your bases and nobody can accuse you of getting pregnant to put the General in an uncompromising position. If you're correct about not being able to conceive again once you're pregnant, you and the General can enjoy each other up to the last weeks of your pregnancy, which, by my calculations is five and a half months. The end of the sixth month you give birth, morph to a male, and your wee bairn climbs into your pouch for his last six months, >> Lem said.

<< How do you know so much about watchers? >> Baug asked.

<< We knew about most of the major races out there in the universe, and I studied about them using learning banks similar to the cloud chambers Captain Nick has on this ship. Your race was just beginning to advance and move out into the universe, and we were one of the earliest races to befriend them. We taught them, and they shared their knowledge with us in return. Unfortunately, for us as a race, we allowed the more conservative factions to prevail and because they considered science and social progress against what they called natural laws, we never developed space travel which might have saved our race, >> Lem explained.

<< Master Billy's way too busy this morning to take time for my minor problem. Besides, what's done, is done. I can't reverse it; nor would I if I could, and I certainly wouldn't even consider rejecting the little guy. It just ain't in my nature, >> Baug lamented.

<< I know, it's imprinted on your psyche. It's the right spirit, Big Brother, but I also know you're a serial worrier. You'll eat yourself up until the situation is adequately resolved, and you got your hands full of responsibility at the moment. Hopefully, it won't be too long, but until I can get on my feet and take care of myself, I need your love, patience, strength, and guidance. What you need is a strong ally to become your ombudsman. Let me see,” Lem mused, “who do we know whose talents and abilities are most times underrated, who is quiet, private, unassuming, yet probably has the capacity to learn and retain knowledge second only to Master Billy, who also has the ship's advanced intelligence in his back pocket, who very probably has learned as many or more apps as Master Billy, and who just happens to be a blood relative? >> Lem asked with mirth in his delivery.

<< Bart? >> Baug asked.

<< Absolutely, Big Brother! Why not? He has a soft spot in his heart for you and would keep your confidence to himself if you wish until he can find the information you need to consider the situation in a more comfortable light, >> Lem said.

<< After my last faux pas with Bart, I've kept my distance to give him breathing room and not to intrude on the Colonel and his bonding. Perhaps you're right, Little Brother. I know he loves me, >> Baug said.

<< Would you like for me to tickle him for you? I can tell him we have need of his humane counsel and exceedingly compassionate advice on a pressing private matter. Coming from me, he probably would be more likely to come as soon as possible, >> Lem asked.

<< Where did you learn all them big words, and how is it, you can to put them together correctly? >> Baug asked.

<< My brain is different from most primates. Our brains developed multiple chambers for learning and storing information. From massive downloads from the excellent cybernetic brain, Seth, on Captain Nick's ship, I'm capable of learning and storing vast quantities of information while in a somnambulistic state as well as now, when I'm awake and cognizant, >> Lem explained.

<< That would certainly be a welcome app to have, >> Baug agreed.

<< While you're taking care of me, as a reward for your kindness and generosity, I can teach you how, Brother Baug. You're going to need the app. I can also help you with your pregnancy and shape the scope and character of your bairn's brain to become a great and empathetic leader. He will be a unique human-watcher hybrid who will help bond our families to form an even greater and closer bond to elevate our species to unimaginable heights of scientific and social awareness. In short, the mathematical probability of you becoming pregnant at this moment in time is approximately one in nine-hundred and ninety-nine point forty-two Quintilian. It couldn't have happened by accident. It has been carefully planned, and it is why, you, me, the Colonel, Bart, General Boynton, Master Billy, and his family have been brought together. Furthermore, to consummate his validity, his parents must hold hands and ring a Daniels family Star-Bell within twenty-four hours of his conception, >> Lem announced.

<< Holy shit! If you're right, it smacks of any number of religious myths and superstitions, >> Baug returned.

<< And all these eons, everyone thought Xoastrous Xenfendel The Elder was a harmless but charming Grigori crackpot priest who left behind a quaint male/male post-coitus sexual ceremony, >> sighed Lem.

<< Yump'n Yimminy! This has grown way out of proportion to fit into a secret little box. Ah, to Hell with my fears and paranoia for social correctness and parameters, if what you're telling me is the truth, we ain't got us no choice but to take immediate action and let the chips fall where they may. They're gonna' find out soon enough anyway, >> Baug sent back.

<< Now you're talking some sense, Big Brother, >> Lem sent, << For once in your dual lives, throw yourself into the heart of the universe and let its power and compassion heal you. Let it guide you into greater paths than either of us or the Daniels family can comprehend. You were born twice; once for your humanity, and now for your fearless vision of a better future, >> Lem stressed.

<< Well, it's either gonna' be something very special or a train wreck, >> Baug returned.

A knock came at the door. “Come!” Baug hollered.

The door slowly opened and General Royce Boynton dressed in his Western clothes looking sexy as Hell, came into the room carrying a large tray with a stainless metal bowl filled with slave chow and a couple of nutritional biscuits. There was a carafe of coffee, a mug, and a couple of Hosanna Cakes on the tray as well. Royce put the tray down on the table and opened his arms for Baug. Baug went to him, they embraced, and kissed. Neither held back, and it caused the General to get aroused again. Baug was pleased and flattered by the positive response from the big cowboy's body. He was so moved, after a few minutes, tears began to fall and Baug broke off their kiss. “What's a' matter, my handsome beast. Have I hurt you in some way?” Royce asked concerned.

“Goodness, no, General. I guess I'm a little vulnerable right now. I'm overwhelmed by your affection,” Baug replied.

“Well, get used to it!” Royce exclaimed proudly, “After our boffo performance in your bed last night you're gonna' be seeing a lot more of me – that is, if you feel the same way. What we shared was too remarkable not to make it happen again for us. I ain't some kind of sexual bandit what jumps in bed with just any handsome beast and then looks for another partner the next night. I'm a cowboy by word and heritage. I stick with the tried and true, Sweet Beast. Beside, I joined the Daniels family last night, and it bonds us even closer,” the General said as gently and lovingly as he could.

“I know Master Billy wants to get an early start to gather your boy and fix-him-up; however, Lem and me, we been talking, and he pointed our some things of a serious nature of which you men should be apprised. It's something important we need to share with our immediate family, you, Bart, the Colonel, and Master Billy, if he'd like to join us. We'd like for you men to gather in the dungeon immediately after breakfast before you go. It won't take but a few minutes of your time but according to Lem, it's of great social importance,” Baug said.

<< Is it something bad, Lem? >> Royce leaned over and looked into the small boy's bright eyes.

Lem smiled, << No! It's something wonderful. Judging by what little I've observed of you, General Boynton, you are a man capable of giving and receiving love in equal measure. I think you will be pleased, sir, >> Lem replied.

“All right, Gentlemen. I'll make sure they come with me, if I have to crack my rawhide blacksnake bullwhip over their heads, round 'em up, and herd 'em into the dungeon ma'self,” the General said using his best cowboy-talk and grinned. He said his goodbyes and turned to leave when Baug spoke, “Oh, and by the way, General, would you ask Master Bart to gather our branch of the Daniels family's new Star-Bell and bring it along with him,” Baug said.

“Will do! See ya'll in a little while. Enjoy your breakfast, Sweet Beast,” the General said, left, and gently closed the door behind him.

<< Bravo! Hear! Hear! And Hosanna, in the highest! You done good, Cowboy! >> Lem exclaimed loudly in Baug's mind. Baug looked at him and smiled sickly.

Lem insisted Baug eat his breakfast before he fed him. Lem knew when he got his belly full it was lights-out-city for him, and he wanted to be awake for the critical meeting which would be taking place in about an hour. They talked back and forth while Baug ate. The large beast seemed to calm down a little after the General's visit. Lem told him sheer anticipation can cause greater anxiety than simply taking positive action, and he assured Baug what he did was a positive step in the right direction.

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The platters and bowls of food were just being served when Royce Boynton returned to his seat. He wore a big satisfied smile on his face as the others greeted him. He sat down and began to fill his plate. It was like he was a kid living on his parents ranch once again. He could never get a breakfast like the one set before him anywhere in D.C. After his plate was almost overflowing with good food he began to eat.

“And how are our missing family members this morning, General?” the Colonel asked.

“They's fine. Something's up though – but they wouldn't tell me about it. They told me they would meet us in the dungeon after breakfast and explain. They said it was important to everybody, but not to worry, it was something wonderful they wanted to share with us. Oh, yes, and before I forget to ask – what's a Star-Bell?” Royce asked innocently enough. He noticed several cowboys laughed, and a couple dropped their forks onto their plate.

“Before we answer your question, General, why do you ask?” Bart asked cautiously.

“Baug and Lem said for me to ask if you would be so gracious to gather your branch of the Daniels family Star-Bell and bring it to the dungeon with you,” Royce replied.

Bart looked at Gus with a blank look on his face, but he didn't get anything from his master. Bart picked up the reins, “One more question, General, if you will? Did you and Baug play any games last night?” Bart asked trying to be polite. The children on the ship didn't eat until the cowboys and the working men ate and went to their jobs.

“Naw, we just fucked,” the General said like it was no big deal, “As a matter of fact, we was still making the beast wiff' two backs when you come to the door this morning, Captain Langstrom,” Everyone at the table laughed, and their response got Bart and Gus laughing, too.

“You just fucked?” Bart asked, stalling for time, tap dancing in place, trying to put the pieces together.

“Yeah, Baug said the Colonel told him to offer me his comfort, and he just done what his master ordered him to do. I can only hope you men are as proud of him as I am happy with the comfort he provided me; he was truly wonderful. I ain't shy about what happened in Baug's bedroom last e'nin. It was one of the most remarkable experiences of my life. Sex out of wedlock is not only frowned upon by our current Theocracy, it is not tolerated; especially, for a man in my position. As you know, I ain't been with no woman since my wife died giving birth to my son, and Baug, being the sweet beast he is, offered to morph for me into his female form so's I could test drive my new toy. Well, sir, I gotta' tell you men, it was about the most wonderful thing what ever happened to this old cowboy in a very long while. At one point, I swear on the name of some unknown god, we was floating above the bed surrounded by a great loving light, and it was giving off sparks what shot-out from our bodies in all directions. It was like the universe approved of our bonding, and they were trying to mold us into one large critter. One minute I would be on top fuck'n for Old Glory, mom, apple pie, them old folks at home, and the cowboy way. Then Baug would roll me over and he would be on top riding my fine new pony like he was the last of the Valkyeries riding into battle. At one point I could swear I heard me the music of Loodwig Von Wagner and them Valkyeries sing'n, 'Kill the Wabbit! Kill the Wabbit!'” the General tried his best to give the impression of real Valkyeries and Wagner's music as performed by Elmer Fudd.

“It was so beautiful, it filled our souls with joy and happiness. It made Baug and me cry tears of ecstasy in each other's arms it was so good. It was like being on another planet – another world, and we was the only two in the universe what mattered at the moment. It felt like we were creating something new and wonderful,” Royce paused for a moment, “Oh, shit! You don't think I done went and knocked up my sweet beast, do you?” the General asked with a look of genuine horror on his face, “Honestly, I didn't even think it was possible,” he added.

<< Report, Captain Langstrom! >> Bart heard the Colonel in his mind.

<< Colonel, if Baug weren't taught the app on how to split the cards like us cowboys do and use only the heart and spade instead of the whole deck, there's a ninety-five percent chance he can't morph back to his male form because he's pregnant, >> Bart reported.

<< Who wrote this scene? Boy, am I gonna' have me some fun with this! >> the Colonel replied with a wicked grin.

<< Be careful, Master Gus, he's sincere about his feelings for Baug, and he's vulnerable right now, >> Bart returned.

<< Didn't you get the last memo, Captain Langstrom? It's open season in the Hill Country for Generals! >> Hank shot back and made Bart giggle.

The Colonel slammed his fist on the table and shouted, “Gawd-damn-it! You invite a cowboy into your home, offer him your trust, wine and dine him, treat him like he's one of the family, and as soon as you turn yore' back on him, he's in bed with yore' old man, and knocks him up! Fer Christ sake, how the Hell are we gonna' explain it to the neighbors?” Hank asked, but he couldn't keep a straight face. He started laughing and leveled the playing field. Hank's rant was so absurd the cowboys were going crazy laughing.

“All I can say is, if my sweet beast is pregnant, I'll be behind him every step of the way, and be there like Johnny Bench with a big catcher's mitt to grab the little bugger when he comes flying out of his daddy's cunt across home plate into his other daddy's loving arms. I would be so proud to be his dad, he would never want for nothing,” the General declared with sincerity laced with goodly dollop of cowboy hyperbole.

“Hosanna!” Billy exclaimed.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” the others echoed.

“Well, you gotta' admit, Colonel, it does give the term 'family bonding' new dimensions,” Bart said and got another laugh.

“I think they's more to this than meets any eye in this room, Gentlemen,” Big Meat declared, “I think we've awakened the old ones, beyond the Grigori and Irin – referred to as giants and men of renown,” he added.

“I second that, Meat,” Billy agreed.

“It's all Captain Langstrom's fault!” the General said and grinned.

“My fault? I didn't stick my cock in him!” Bart declared.

“No, but he wanted you to, and if you didn't become my hero and wagged that tight little cowboy butt in front of my face all day, I wouldn't a been so horny,” Royce shot back and grinned. The cowboys went crazy again. It was all good fun and a great way to start their day.

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The men finished their breakfast. Billy stood and announced he needed as many Cowboy-Angels as he could muster to join him for the morning to be ready when he and his posse with the General returned with his family. Those who were working, it wouldn't set them back on their schedules long enough to matter. He also wanted everyone in his Cowboy-Angel posse to join them in the dungeon until they could find out what was going on with Baug.

Bart opened a gate from the dungeon to the living area of his suite of rooms, grabbed his and the Colonel's Star-Bell from their bedside, returned to the living area to find Baug waiting with Lem in his arms. “Should we take Lem with us, Granddad,” Bart asked Baug.

“Yes, he wants to be with the General and me. We don't know the details yet, but we know it's important for him to be with us. Besides, he wouldn't let me feed him yet, and I can't leave him alone or with someone else. He must be with me until he can take care of himself,” Baug explained.

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The men gathered in the dungeon. The General got a strange look on his face. “I just got a message in my head I must divest myself of covering, but I ain't real sure what 'divest' means. I ain't wear'n no vest,” the General said, looked at Billy and grinned.

The handsome cowboy smiled at him, but didn't answer, “Grooms! You, Mace! You, Picard! Take the General to the closest cell over there and help him off with his clothes,” he ordered, and the good looking grooms took his hand on either side and led him to the cell. They made quick work of stripping him and neatly folded his clothes. The General walked out among the men naked as the day he was born. Royce Boynton was neither one to be shy nor be embarrassed by his lack of clothes. He held his bearing equally well whether clothed or not.

Like clockwork, Bart came through the gate holding the Star-Bell followed by the giant watcher, Baug, holding the tiny boy, Lem. Billy went to gather Lem from Baug, and the great beast released the boy to his master's arms. Baug seemed to know why the General was standing next to Master Billy without his clothes. Royce opened his arms for Baug and the big Watcher couldn't get to him fast enough. He threw his arms around the General and began to weep quietly. It touched every cowboy in the room. “There, there, Son. Ain't no need for them tears. Whatever's upsetting you, we'll work it out together as a family,” Royce Boynton told him, “I think your family done figured out what might be the matter, but you wanna' tell us about it?” he asked.

“After you left, I tried to morph back to my male form, and I couldn't. While I was changing Lem, he asked me why I looked so worried, and I told him. He laughed at me and told me I was pregnant. He said I wouldn't be able to morph back to my male form until I give birth to your son, General,” Baug explained.

“You mean I'm gonna' have another son? How do you know, Sweet Beast?” Royce asked.

“Lem sensed his faint aura already and said he could hear his strong proto-heartbeat,” Baug replied.

“Let's confirm that,” Billy said, and took a small syringe of blood from a vein in Baug's huge hand. He and his posse tasted his blood and confirmed there weren't no doubt. Baug Daniels was a pregnant beast, and it was definitely a male bairn.

It was time for General Boynton to shed a few tears. “Where do we go from here, Son?” he asked Baug loud enough his new family could hear.

“We must conjoin again. I will hold the Star-Bell, you take the hammer, speak his name, as it is a father's right to name his son, ring the Star-Bell once, and we will hand it back to Master Bart. The ringing of the bell will begin our journey, my Husband,” Baug said fearfully like the General might think he was at a shotgun wedding.

“Not to worry! We decided to do what we done last night together as a couple, so we will conjoin this morning as family,” the General said, took his new, huge cock in hand, and Baug guided him inside his body. They didn't stop until their belly's were together, and they pulled each other tight. Bart handed the Star-Bell to Baug. He held it as the General took the small gold hammer and spoke to everyone present, "Our handsome son shall be know as Oloog; for it is a strong, uncomplicated name for a beast of such great promise from his two dad's bonding," Royce said strongly. The General hit the small bell, loud and clear, then handed it back to Baug who returned it to Bart.

“Hosanna!” shouted Billy.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” everyone said loudly to confirm their witness of two family members conjoining to bond.

They threw their arms around each other and joined in a bonding lip-lock that was so strong some men became nervous. Suddenly, a bright light started to surround them and their male audience backed off several paces. As they continued to kiss, they began to rise off the deck, and were suspended in mid-air about three feet off the dungeon floor where they slowly began to rotate so everyone present could get a good look at what was going on. With the General's cock firmly planted up Baug's cunt, they loosened their grip and leaned back from each other to expose their middles. After a couple of complete rotations, Royce Boynton's navel seemed to loosen and his umbilical cord came unbound from his body. Baug's was beginning to do the same and raised itself from the covering of fur on his belly. They began to stretch toward each other like two snakes in a charmer's tent at a sideshow.

When they finally found each other, they wrapped themselves together and began to conjoin, melding into each other until the two men jumped at the sensual feeling of sharing their body fluids and blood with each other. It was obvious to everyone watching, it was highly erotic. It had the same effect on the audience. There wasn't a limp dick in the crowd. Baug and the General brought themselves upright again and kissed as they continued their slow rotation. They went on that way until they heard Colonel Hank gasp and cry out, “My God, Royce is getting bigger!” he exclaimed and the rest of the men agreed. Still the slow rotation continued until the General was considerably larger than Baug, and he was growing a coat of fine hair; almost a duplicate of his handsome mate but much more masculine. The General looked like a Watcher Brute; not one you would want angry with you.

“How big will he grow?” Oatie asked.

“Only a bit more – when the General's feet hit the floor, his growth will end,” Bart said, and he was right. The General was larger than Baug when it was accomplished. The minute the flat of Royce Boynton's feet touched the floor, the rotation stopped, and the growth of his body ceased. The smell of male testosterone in the dungeon grew stronger until everyone watched the General give one great heave and knew he ejaculated deep within his conjoined bonded mate. There wasn't a dry crotch around the room and several dismissed themselves to clean up their own ejaculate in their Wranglers. Baug and the General were still joined at their umbilical cords. They rested for several minutes and began to acknowledged those around them.

“Will you remain that size, General?” Oatie asked.

“No, Son, I'll be able to morph back and forth to my previous human form,” Royce replied. They rested conjoined for another few minutes when the General told Bart to let him hold Lem, but he said the boy must be naked. Bart quickly removed the small boy's diaper and gave him to the giant man-beast. Royce and Baug cradled Lem between them like two great oak trees offering their shade. << Do you want to be our boy, Lem, and become a part of the greater Daniels family, Son? >> the general asked.

<< It is my wish to become a part of you, Baug, the Colonel, and Master Bart's family branch of the greater Daniels family, sir. I would consider it a great honor, >> Lem replied and smiled.

“Master Billy may we call on the combined, united power and strength of your Cowboy-Angels for the next part?” the General asked.

“You certainly may, General. Let's do it men. Wing up! We got a busy day ahead of us. Let's get to it!” Billy shouted and for a brief moment the dungeon was empty. The fledged Cowboy-Angels returned almost in the blink of an eye and raised their wings to channel the limitless healing power of the ethos onto the General, Baug, and Lem. The General's cock was still resting deep within Baug's morphed cunt when they began to lift off the floor and started their slow rotation again.

This time their central focus was on tiny Lem. After several revolutions, Lem's small belly button came alive, began to swell and unravel like it was hungry and sniffing for food. When it zeroed in on the conjoined umbilical cords of the General and Baug, it wrapped itself around theirs, softened, and the two large beast's cords gave way. They encouraged and allowed it to meld and open to their strength and goodness. Everyone watched in awe as the tiny boy threw back his head in ecstasy as he began to feel the flow of food and energy freely flowing into his starving small body. Lem hooked up to Baug's tit and began to suck. The more he sucked, and the more revolutions the conjoined giant beasts made, the faster the young boy began to grow. Lem alternated sucking on the General's full teats and Baug's.

It took nearly a full hour to bring him back to about the size a young ten year old boy should be. He was just a bit larger than Bossman Randy. The General called a halt to their power source and the Cowboy-Angels powered down as the two great beasts slowed and finally stopped their rotations to stand again. The Colonel simply pinched Lem's umbilical cord, Billy made a cut, and Bart instantly healed the wound, tied it in a knot, and taped it tight against his belly. They did the same for the General and Baug, but not before they joined in one last passionate kiss.

Finally the Star-Bell was brought to Baug, and the General rang it once more for Lem. The General gently removed his cock from Baug, and they headed off to the showers in the dungeon with the giant beast-man holding a new, fully formed Lem. When they were finished, the General morphed back to his Cowboy-General form and the two grooms help him dress.

“How do you feel, Little Brother?” Billy asked Lem standing between Bart and his Uncle Gus.

“Very well, Master Billy,” Lem replied, “I think I'm going to be able to live a normal life. After that display of unbridled compassion and awesome abilities to give me a quicker jump-start, I'm not only beholden to you and your family, but my new family as well. I pledge to live my life to the honor and safety of my new family,” he said and his bright blue eyes shown with a new health and vigor bestowed on him by his new parents, Baug Daniels and his husband “General Royce Boynton – known by his working military brothers as 'The Hammer,' because of his strict adherence to the Corps and the safety of his country.

The General, while still in his watcher form, treated Baug like he was a new young bride and took the special attachment for cleaning orifices, held him from behind and gently flushed his cunt of his seed. He wasn't worried about further pregnancy. Billy confirmed, while it might not be a total impossibility, the chances were very low. Royce would tease and kiss Baug on his neck and whisper nasty, outrageous things to him Baug could only have dreamed about before.

“Now that I know you can't get pregnant again, I learned I can fuck you up to your last couple of weeks pregnancy. Count on it! We were also told the more sex we have while you're baking our boy, Oloog, will only lend itself to his becoming an excellent beast with little or no social problems. It's our duty to let him know his parents love him enough to do the nasty just for him,” Royce said and laughed.

“I don't think I could get too much of you, General. I'm worried about not getting enough,” Baug said.

“Am I your husband, Slave?” the General asked.

“Yes, I have accepted you as my husband and so has our family,” Baug replied.

“Then allow me to do my job, and I promise I will keep you satisfied and my family safe from worry,” Royce said, “Last night and today was just a warm-up. Tonight we set our bond. You will set your seal upon my strong right arm, and I will set my bond upon your heart,” he added and stole another kiss. Baug thought the General, as a lover and partner, was far more than he ever imagined or set his sights upon. He saw himself in much the same light as his past life of giving up any hopes for a life filled with passion to one of singularity and the same continuum of his life caring for young Gus Daniels. While he loved his cousin Bart Langstrom without question, he couldn't imagine him providing for his needs like he intuitively knew the General would.

After the two handsome young grooms helped the General dress in his cowboy clothes, they pressed him for a hug and a kiss, and he graciously gave them what they needed from him – approval from a big, strong, handsome man of great importance to their family.

As he walked back toward Billy and his posse to join them to continue their day, murmurs and whispers ran through the Cowboy-Angels. Royce Boynton wasn't the same man he was earlier that morning. He was transformed into a leader – a powerhouse of new ideas and healing techniques passed on to him by some unknown ancient race who planned all along for him and Baug to have a son in a new image. General Royce Boynton was becoming a paragon among men, and his family couldn't have been more pleased. “Sorry for the delay, Master Billy. While I accept total responsibility for my actions, I didn't have a clue it would take some time to take care of things at home. I promise, from now on, I will try to be more collected and responsible,” the General said.

“I don't think you need to worry, General. You made a good showing for yourself, and a situation which could have become sordid and base, you transformed into one of beauty, compassion, and great strength – to say nothing of the awesome new healing capabilities you displayed. Do you plan to use the same techniques on your son, sir?” Billy asked.

“Oh, yes! Indeed, I do! It is such an intimate way to accomplish restructuring. I ain't never had me no real close bond with my boy, because I was a fool raising him. My Dad insisted, if I showed him physical tenderness, it would make him a gay man. Fortunately, I remembered the way my old man raised me and over the years I lost any affection for him I might have had as a child. While I was never very physical with my boy, until he left home, there weren't a day went by I didn't tell him I loved him, and I was proud of him – but, as time went by, I come to learn, talk is cheap. Like most of my dad's ideas, he was wrong. Any kid needs hands on affection within reasonable boundaries, and I ain't no fool – I know the parameters of them boundaries. For all my worry, Roy still turned out to be a lover of men, but by that time, his daddy was playing both sides of the fence in his own imagination.

“Truth was, while I held onto my appreciation and need for women, I was playing on the boy's side. I rationalized since I was always the fuckor and never the fuckee, I was still primarily a straight man; any warm port in a storm mentality. It became a conundrum because I discovered men could give me things I come to need, which a woman never could. I finally come to realize, sex and being a man is a very fluid thing in life, and our society is so fucked up and brainwashed by religions created by primitive men from the bronze age era, our lives and society have advanced so much farther to even consider religious mores viable anymore. From this day on, I will stand my ground. No one will ever tell me who I can or cannot love!” the General said strongly.

“Hosanna!” Billy cried out.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” the Cowboy-Angels shouted in approval.

* * * * * * *
The General didn't want to give his family notice he and some cowboys he met would be coming after his boy. He knew his son, Roy, was sharp and would easily put two and two together to figure out, the cowboys might be Billy Daniels and his posse. He knew Roy well enough to know he would eat his heart out until he got to meet Billy and his family. He thought it would be better to surprise him than make him count the hours and minutes until he would be meeting his heroes. The General decided he would simply call like he was doing his usual checkup on his family with one of his many phone video visits. Roy didn't have any hands, but there was a large switching system by his bed which would raise and lower his bed, turn the TV on and off, and change the channels. It was a series of round globes which were built with switches mounted beneath them so he could bop the globes with his stub to turn the lights off and on or signal for his caretakers during the day or night.

During the day Roy had a headset his caretaker would put on his head. It contained cutting edge technology, for which, the General paid a king's ransom, similar to the technology Stephen Hawking used with his eyes to speak and use his computer. It was tough to learn exactly how to to make his eyes work to control the beast, but over time, Roy conquered it, and he could surf the Internet faster than his parents. He felt he was most free when he visited the deep, sometimes dark, entertaining jungles of Cyberlandia, as he called it. Royce Boynton pressed the button on his phone for his home number, and almost immediately his boy answered.

The connection was made, and the General's big ruddy, handsome face came on the screen. Roy was thrilled to see his dad. He hadn't heard from him in several days. Usually Royce called every other evening or so. “Dad! Where you been, General? I was beginning to get worried and entertained the idea of sending some e-mails to my secret service in the government to let me know if you're all right!” Roy exclaimed. Royce knew his secret service was his Lieutenant General Dan Tate, Admiral Jan Sparks, or Admiral Ben Armitage who visited the Boynton homestead many times and came to know and admire young Roy Boynton.

“Where you at, Dad? It looks like you're in a dungeon inside an old medieval castle,” Roy asked.

“Damn you're sharp, Son! That's exactly were I am, but I ain't in some European country. I'm in the geographic dead center of the Lone Star State of Texas in the beautiful Hill Country on a ranch visiting with some wonderful friends,” the General said.

“Is it anywhere near the Daniels Ranch, Dad?” Roy asked with enthusiasm.

“Pert-damn close, Son. It's within a hoot and a holler from this castle a wealthy rancher bought in Europe, had it torn down stone by stone and rebuilt on his property. It's a magnificent place, and I'm staying in a room what once was used by European royalty many centuries ago. It's almost unbelievable. Would you like to meet a couple of honest-to-goodness, genuine, hard working cowboys, Son? I got several of them gathered here with me,” he asked.

“Of course I would. You know I got me a soft spot for cowboys. I always wanted to be a cowboy since I was a kid. I even learned me how to talk like 'em. If I had it all to do over again, 'at's what I'd be – a cowboy!” Roy exclaimed.

“First of all, I think you'll recognize these two buckaroos,” the General motioned for Bart and the Colonel to walk into view wearing their best cowboy clothes and grinning from ear to ear. They sat down on either side of the General and waved, “Howdy, Roy!” the Colonel said.

“Howdy, Bud!” Bart waved.

“Oh, my God! It's Colonel Halfablap and Bart Langstrom. How are you men? Bart? You're up and around? You look great, Cowboy! Oh, my God, it's so good to see you, and ya' ain't paralyzed no more. Did you have a miracle happen?” Roy asked.

“Pretty much, Buddy. A miracle in the form of some Cowboy-Angels what helped me get the therapy for ma' spine the insurance company wouldn't pay for, and the VA wouldn't neither 'cause my injury weren't no service connected disability. Them men were like real angels to me and saw to it I got the treatment I needed. I ran into your Dad at a big military pow-wow where I was testifying yesterday, and we reconnected our friendship. Me and my cousin, Colonel Halfablap, asked him to come visit a spell on our family ranch. We wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, and we done dragged his big ass out here yesterday e'ning just a kick'n and a scream'n like we's kidnapping him,” Bart said using his best cowboy hyperbole and laughed. Everything Bart said was the truth but not hard facts.

The General spoke up, “We got us a couple of other cowboys here with us we thought you might be interested in meeting, Son. You buckaroos come on over here and join us,” the General motioned and Randy Rutherford led his big cowboy brother Billy Daniels into view of the video camera. The General opened his arms for Randy and the handsome young cowboy crawled up and made himself comfortable in the General's lap. Billy Daniels stood towering behind the General with a big hand on each of his shoulders.

“Howdy, Roy! You didn't tell me your son was such a good looking man, General!” Randy chastised Royce.

“Howdy, Buckaroo!” Billy tipped his big white Stetson to Roy who got a pleased smile on his face as wide as Texas. He was almost struck dumb. He couldn't talk for a moment. Roy got a king-size lump in his throat he couldn't get down or up, and tears started running down his face. “I'm sorry. I'm just overwhelmed for the moment,” Roy said.

“Well, I can certainly understand that, Son. I ain't sure my Bossman sit'n in yore' daddy's lap bathed his'self real good this morning. He's causing my eyes to water a mite,” Billy said and everyone laughed.

“If you bathed more often, Big Brother, them ornery bulls wouldn't chase you around the pasture,” Randy shot back and leveled the room. He got Roy laughing.

Roy heard many more voices laughing. “You got other cowboys in the room with you men?” he asked.

“Yeah, you men come on over and get in the pitcher!” the General said. Close to fifty cowboys of all ages gathered behind the men at the table.

“Holy shit! I recognize a lot of them cowboys from the videos from the Daniels Ranch. You're on the Daniels Ranch, ain't you, Dad?” Roy asked.

“I told you we wouldn't fool him?” the General said to Bart, the Colonel, Randy, and Billy. “Where's your grandma and granddad, Son?” Royce asked.

“They's out getting their morning exercise. They walk down to the Adam's place about this time every morning, have a cup of coffee, chat for a bit then come back. They just left. They'll be gone about an hour or so depending what gossip they got to talk about,” Roy replied.

“Several of us would like to come visit with you for a while, Son. Would that be all right with you?” the General asked and grinned.

“Of course it would be all right, but when are you coming, Dad. How long will it take you to get here?” Roy asked.

“We'd like to come right now. We'll be there in a minute or so. You got the coordinates, Bossman Randy?” the General asked.

“I got them zeroed in! Yore' faithful cowboy buddy is ready to open a gate to your ranch in Virginia, at your command, General,” Randy replied.

“Remember them Stargate TV shows we used to watch together, Son? We got that technology now. See you in a minute, Boy,” the General said, “Now, Bossman! Open a gate to my boy's room,” he ordered and a strange gate of shimmering blue electrons rose about ten feet from the foot of Roy's bed. The General walked through with Bart, Hank, Randy, Billy, and about ten of Billy's most stalwart Cowboy-Angels and Boomer. Roy was in heaven. Royce Boynton walked to his son, threw his arms around his neck, hugged, and kissed him. He was followed by Bart and Hank. Randy and Billy gave him a hug.

“We ain't got long to visit. We've come to gather you, Son, and take you back to the Daniels Ranch with us for a visit. As soon as we get to Texas, I'll call your Grandparents at Ed and Gladys Adams and tell them I come to get you and took you back to Texas with me so's we can spend a couple of days together. I'll tell them to keep an eye on everything,” the General explained.

“How do you want to handle the transfer, General?” Billy asked.

“Can we get the bed through the gate?” the General asked comparing sizes.

“Bossman, re-bake that cake so's everyone can have a piece!” Billy barked at his number one little brother.

Randy winked at Roy, waved his hand at the gate, and it doubled in size. “Big enough for you, Big Bro?” Randy said and grinned.

“It will do nicely, Little Bro. Thanks. I just may keep you around for a while, Bossman,” Billy said and everyone laughed, like he would ever let go of his precious little brother.

“What's it like living on the Daniels Ranch with Master Billy, Bossman?” Roy asked Randy.

“It's like living at the summer camp of Ringling Brothers Barnum Bailey Circus with a double help'n of weird animals and sideshow freaks for a family. As a matter of fact, we done rescued a bunch from a sideshow during our stay on...” Randy got cut off.

“That's enough, Bossman!” Billy said firmly, “Stuff a sock in it until we ease the poor man into the culture shock of our extended family,” he added.

“I'll tell you later, Brother Roy,” Randy said in a mock whisper and got everyone laughing.

They quickly unhooked the electrical motors to raise and lower the bed and any clip-on device. They left Roy sitting at an upright angle so he could see where they were going. The General looked out the window and caught a glimpse of his parent slowly walking down the road to the caretaker's house on his property. They would be gone for sometime. The cowboys slowly wheeled Roy through the gate. Billy remained behind with Nick, Balthazar, Clyde, Cowboy Andy, and Boomer to wait for the General to gather a couple of things his son asked him to bring along.

“What about your parents and caregivers, General?” Billy asked.

“They wouldn't understand, Billy, and I'd rather them not know the details of how we come and got my boy. I want him completely restored before I tell them anything. I know I might sound a mite uncharitable, but trust me, I have my reasons. The less they know the better. I'll explain our situation in depth later when we got time to sit down over a mug of Texas Tea and talk. I got too many other things on my plate right now to deal with them. If we mutually agree to offer them a hand later, they can be brought along in good time, Son. They're in sound health. They're just getting older,” the General said firmly like he wouldn't entertain any other ideas.

Billy didn't argue with him. To be honest, it was almost a relief. He gleaned from the General's words, he was entertaining other thoughts and plans. From conversations, Billy surmised the General set himself a deadline of one week to get things done he needed to accomplish to face the powers-that-be with a strong case for his stealth plan to rise to military power. He wanted to get as many things done as soon as possible. He was prioritizing his options to sync with the time he might need to brew a heady liquor from the bits and pieces of information what was cooking in his refurbished and fertile military mind. His male hormones and testosterone count was off the charts. His body odor was so strong and pungent he caused a room full of cowboy cocks to start dripping uncontrollably.

The General found a black magic-marker pen on a table next to Roy's bed and a large empty cardboard box. On one side he wrote in big letters: Mom! Dad! Don't panic! Me and a platoon of my men come and got Roy to take him to the Daniels Ranch in Texas for his birthday. He's been wanting to attend one of Billy Daniels concerts and this coming weekend worked for me. I scheduled my personal stealth Chinook out of D.C. and dropped in to pick him up. Don't worry, he'll be with me. I'll give you a call after we arrive. Sorry I didn't get to see you. We're in a rush. All my best, Royce.

“Is there really such a thing as a stealth Chinook, General?” Billy asked and grinned.

“Oh, Hell no! But they ain't none the wiser. The Apache series is, but not a transport tub like they sent to your ranch,” Royce replied, winked at Billy, they shared a laugh, as they walked through the gate, and it disappeared behind them.

The General and Billy walked up to a wide-eyed young man surrounded by a sea of strange but wonderful critters. All the dogs were there chatting him up. One of the cowboys lifted Miss Molly onto his bed an she was sitting talking with him. The Sun Bears were flying into the dungeon and around the room with a banner that read: Welcome Brother Roy Boynton! Happy Birthday! They were wearing sparkly little pointed hats and were blowing party whistles that unfolded and rolled up again. As many of the village folks who could cram into the dungeon came to welcome him and wish him well. Tears were running down Roy's face as the Sun Bears found a large shoulders to land on and things quieted down. The whole area was packed with cowboys, watchers, and many other strange critters; giants, and little people who lived on Captain Nick's ship.

“I wasn't informed of a welcoming committee, but what do you think, Son?” Royce asked his boy.

“I feel like I'm finally home, Dad,” Roy said, and the entire room yelled and applauded for him.

“Hosanna!” Randy shouted.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” everyone present replied.

“Thank you one and all for taking time out of your busy day to stop what you were doing to come and welcome my boy among you. We hope to have him up and around in a couple of hours, and he can visit and thank you on his own,” the General said and everyone cheered and applauded for the General and Roy. Then they began to leave to go about their business.

“Where are we?” Roy asked.

“You're in the dungeon area of a great castle beneath the Daniels ranch, Son. It's a place where Master Billy and his posse of Cowboy-Angels produce miracles,” Molly told him.

“Did Master Billy give you the gift of speech, Guys,” he asked the dogs.

“He did, Roy,” Willow replied.

“How wonderful. I only wish he could do a Humpty-Dumpty number on me,” Roy said sadly.

“Why do you think I brought you here, Son?” Royce said softly looking his son in the eye.

“Don't tease me, Dad,” Roy said quietly on the verge of tears again.

“It was Master Billy who healed me, Brother Roy,” Randy said.

“It was Master Billy and his Cowboy-Angels who healed my back, Brother,” Bart said.

“Remember me, Roy? Your old Marine Colonel buddy who lost his penis and balls. You used to hold my artificial hand and take walks with me while I was convalescing. You would holler for me to walk faster on my artificial leg?” Hank said, showed Roy his new hand, dropped his Wranglers, showed him his new cock and balls, and his new leg, “We're living in a new age of miracles, Son, and we have brought you here to make you whole again,” Colonel Hank Halfablap said.

“I come to trust you, Colonel. I know in my heart you would never lie to me, and I can see you are whole again, but I'm having a difficult time understanding,” Roy said looking around for his dad.

Royce stepped up and put his hand on his son's shoulder, “Do you trust me, Son?” the General asked.

“Of course I do. If you can't trust your heroes, who can you trust?” Roy asked and smiled.

“It's time to clear the area, Friends,” the General said. The dogs said their goodbyes, and left with the last of the village folks. Everyone wished Roy well.

“Once I lift you from that bed, you will never return to it again. You will only take to a bed for rest when your body is tired,” the General said, “Mace! Picard!” the General called, and the two handsome naked grooms came to his side. “If you gentlemen will be so kind,” he said, and they began to undress the General until he was as naked as they were. He thanked them graciously with hugs and kisses.

“Dad, I don't remember you looking so young, and since I shamed myself, you, and granddad by coming out to you as a gay man, you may also assume I peaked at both your penises every chance I got. I memorized your cock. You were not as long or so big around before. I feel like Little Red Riding Hood,” Roy said and grinned.

“The better to fuck you with, my Son!” Royce said and grinned, “That cheap shot was a courtesy from your father, the hypocrite, who eventually discovered his own personal weakness for a tight cowboy butt and his Lieutenant General's ass,” Royce replied, “And now would you like to see the real Big Bad Wolf?” Royce asked.

“I'm sure I'm in another dimension. Are you positive that Stargate didn't accidentally send us to another galaxy where fairy tales do come true?” Roy asked.

Royce chuckled, “No, we got other gates what does them things, Son. Just remember, when I morph, I'm still your daddy beneath the fur,” Royce said and began to morph to his huge, giant watcher form.

The General's son was more than a little impressed and popped a boner. Unfortunately, he had no hands to cover his embarrassment so his body, what there was left of it, settled for blushing a deep scarlet red color. Royce grinned, “That's about the most honest reaction I ever got from another man, Son. Does that mean you like what you see, Boy?” he teased.

“What a silly question. Of course I like what I see. You always were the best at everything, Dad. It seemed so effortless for you, and I struggled in vain to catch up with you. Your new morph only ramps it up a parsec. You been my idol since I was old enough to walk. There ain't another watcher in this place to compare with you. It's not only a remarkably welcome change, it caused me to have an epiphany as to why I could never live up to your expectations. I could never come close to your magnificence. From the time I was a toddler, I could never catch up with you and equal your stride. I was never good enough. I failed you as a son, and I failed you as a warrior, when all I ever wanted for myself was to be was a decent cowboy. I'm just not good enough to be your son,” Roy said quietly.

“That's bullshit, Boy, and I won't listen to another word of it! You never failed me! I failed you by trying too hard to make my daddy proud of me. I don't know why. I never reached his goals neither. I should have realized from an early age he was an insensitive, uncompromising, cold-hearted bastard, and I would never be able to live up to his ideals because he was never satisfied. He would always move the goal post another fifty yards. Steve Boynton, your granddaddy, was never much of a success at anything; yet, had the audacity to preach his failed ideas and right wing conservative philosophy to anyone who would stop long enough to listen.

“Like the man behind the green curtain, he preached you must believe his garbage and forget what a total failure he was at life. He instilled the same guilt in me and you, and while I tried hard to protect you, I had to work to keep a standard of living for our family. My father was a total failure when it comes to being a good dad and providing for his family, but it never stopped him from mounting his soap box to rant and browbeat me into submission. I never realized how truly mean-spirited and dysfunctional he was until I was a mature man.

“I done the best I could by you, Son, but I was always under pressure from him to do things his way. After you got shot up, I stopped doing things his way or seeking his approval. I don't give a shit what he thinks no more. That's why I just up and took you away without consulting him. It would have evolved into an argument anyway and harsh words. The main reason for my surprise visit was, I don't want him and Dianne knowing what we know. Any man whose greatest heroes were Ronald Reagan, George W. Bush, Donald Rumsfeld, and Darth Cheney ain't prepare for the reality of the future. By taking you like I did, I made a statement: you's my boy and not his, and I have the power. I'm my own man, and I swear on the name of some unknown god, I'm going to give you the same chance,” the General said strongly, took his son into his huge furry arms, and sobbed. “I want to be the daddy for you, you always needed, but never got from me, Boy. It's not too late, Son. We both been given a second chance. Trust me, let me do this for you,” Royce added.

“Don't cry, Daddy, you've always been my hero. I just never got enough of you. I got bits and pieces to sprinkle over my cornflakes, but I rarely got a full meal. It was like you were wedded to your job, and it was the bastard child of your other family. You were in and out regularly, we spent vacations together when you could get away, but it was never enough for me to feel like I truly belonged to you, and we were family. I lived a life of 'goodbyes.' I felt more like a pet you left with your parents to feed and water while you went off to play soldier,” Roy said.

“You're right, Son. I have no argument against your feelings other than to prove to you the honesty of my intent and the solidity of my love for you. That's all gonna' start today. Change can be a welcome thing. I'm gonna' give us a second chance. You will become an important part of my extended family, I will never let go of you again, but I promise, I won't smother you to death either. Once, me and our new family refurbish you, I won't send you back to Steve and Dianne. Certainly you may return to visit, but it must be your choice. You must also realize we will change you, but we won't try to straighten out your kinks. I wouldn't do it if'n I could. The most important thing is, if being a cowboy is what you really want, if it's your dream, then it's what I want for you, and I promise you, I will make certain your dream comes true, Son,” Royce said.

“Put your arms around my neck. I'm going to carry you to another section of the dungeon where our grooms can clean your body and prepare you for your transition. It won't take long. When they're through, they will come get me, and I will come to gather you. You gentlemen have my permission to morph to larger sizes so my boy won't be such a heavy burden for you,” the General said and smiled, “This is Mace and Picard on my left and you might recognize Polly and Cass on my right from the Barnyard Concerts. They play violins like angels. I'll leave you men with him,” he added and left.

* * * * * * *
The General returned to the main dungeon room and rejoined the large gathering of Billy's posse and Cowboy-Angels. “May I have a word with you and your posse, Master Billy?” Royce asked.

“Certainly, I've been anticipating a chat. Something clicked in you while we were at your ranch gathering Roy,” Billy said and smiled.

“You're right, sir. If it meets your approval, I'd like to gather my main men for a couple of days for a conference under the guise of a brief vacation, work retreat. You and your men are welcome to join us so there will be no secrets. The officers will be the cream of my staff who are totally devoted to me. There will be six top military brass of our country, including Admiral Ben. Sixteen if we include, Captain Langstrom, Colonel Hank, his two men, the four NSA agents you already brought into your family, and the two chopper pilots. Them last six men sealed their bond with us when they joined the Colonel and Captain and blew their whistles. It seems only fair we include them for their protection as well as ours. We need a place like this to go off the grid so we can get our act together and plan a course of action when we choose to reappear. None will be allowed to bring cell phones or computers to track their whereabouts. As you suggested before, whatever advances you have will be protected as your own as a reserve backup should we need your help,” the General laid out his plan.

“Seems reasonable to me, let's do it!” Billy agreed.

“Colonel, Captain Langstrom, Admiral Ben, you know the men we need: my Lieutenant General Dan Tate; Vice Admiral Jan Sparks; Major General Arnie Bacon; Major General Winston Gamble; and, Brigadier General Lewis Freeman. I'll leave it to you men to work with a small posse of Master Billy's Cowboy-Angels to contact these men and gather them A.S.A.P. They already know about alien lizards and gates, so they ain't no virgins to the concept. Tell them to drop everything, pack light, it's a matter of national emergency – and that ain't no lie from my perspective. Secrecy is of utmost importance if they don't want them or their loved ones to end up on the menu for a Lizard feeding frenzy,” the General said firmly. “Also, I don't want no uniforms around here. Tell 'em to come casual Western and if'n they ain't got no Wrangles and Boots, come naked, and we'll take care of 'um. Is that good for you, Master Billy?” the General asked and smiled.

“No problem, General,” Billy replied.

“Captain Langstrom, I'll give you my private number to my assistant chief-of-staff, Lieutenant Dan Tate. He knows who you are, and he can help you round up the other five officers. Colonel you go with your boy. Admiral Ben, are you feeling up to help them men gather our flock?” the General asked.

“Try and stop me, General!” Admiral Ben said and grinned.

“Good report! Glad to hear it, Admiral!” Royce replied and laughed.

* * * * * * *
Bart called Lieutenant Tate and found him at home in the mountains and pines of Virginia. Dan Tate was thrilled to hear from Bart. He was as taken with the young man as his colleagues were. When he heard Bart, the Colonel, and Admiral Ben wanted to come through a gate to visit him for a while, he was thrilled. Bart gave him instructions to walk out of his house and into the woods so he couldn't be seen from house, set his cell phone on a flat rock, back away about six feet, and holler he was ready. He walked through the house, and Joe and Tard wanted to know where he was going. “To see some men about bleeding some lizards,” Dan replied. They laughed at him and called him a wise ass. They didn't have a clue. When Dan was satisfied he wouldn't be seen, he looked around for a flat rock but couldn't find one. “Would a log do?” he asked Bart.

“Sure, no problem,” Bart replied.

Dan sat it on a big log and hollered he was ready. A gate sprang up and Bart, Colonel Halfablap, and Admiral Ben walked through. Bart closed the gate and there was handshakes, hugs, stolen kisses, and manly pats on the back. “Come, Gentlemen, we'll go up to the house, have a cup of Joe, and talk. Bart are you wearing your cast-iron jockstrap, Son?” he asked, and the three men laughed. Dan didn't wait for an answer, “I got two of the horniest old bastards helping me take care of my husband, and they will give you a run for your money. Just ignore them or best them at their game,” Dan warned.

“How is Master Sargent Tate, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“As ornery as he has ever been, Colonel. No, I take that back. He's much worse. He's eaten up from cancer, but he refuses to go to a doctor. He's getting worse by the day. He's got it in his head he don't care. He's got this fucked-up magnanimous dying warrior idea he wants to die and get out of my way to give me a chance to find myself the husband and master I always deserved. Fuck! At my age? Like that's gonna' happen. Gimme' a break! I keep my body pretty good, but where the Hell am I gonna' find me a husband anywhere near what I had all these years with Gunny Tate. You know as well as I do, the man is a hard act to follow. General Boynton is like a big brother to me. He mercy-fucks me a couple of times a month, more if we're on bivouac in the boonies, but I couldn't just move into his world. I wouldn't even presume. He's got his own family. I'm just damn lucky to have him for a superior officer or I would go stark raving, bat-shit crazy sometimes when I can't get home. After almost twenty years, the General still makes me call Sarge to get his okay before he'll fuck me,” Dan said and the men shared a laugh. The Colonel and Admiral never heard Dan speak so openly about his life. They saw it as a great compliment, the assistant to their Chief of Staff felt so comfortable he could share these things with them.

They walked up the massive wood stairs and Dan held the door for them to walk into the house. Joe and Tard's mouth's dropped open at the sight of three handsome cowboys walking into the huge living area. The two older men looked like they were in their prime and were definitely prime-beef daddy material, but the younger cowboy was a knock-out of a fine piece of young tender western beef on the hoof. Joe lusted for the Colonel, and with one look at Bart, Tard's enormous cock stood at attention as his dentures fell out of his mouth into his lap. He quickly grabbed them and shoved them back in.

“Colonel, I'd sure like to lay under you for a couple of hours and let you fuck my butt 'till the cows come home, Pod'ner!” Joe said and turned his ass so Hank could get a good look.

“And I got me a twelve inch piece of redneck hillbilly cock what would feel mighty nice up your handsome young cowboy butt, Stranger, but I'd eat your sweet hole out and slick you up so fine with my tongue afore I slips it into ya,' you won't feel the least uncomfortable. Once I got you filled with my big-old piece of Southern Comfort, my warrior Johnny Reb, I call's him, you'll never want old Tard to stop fuck'n you, Son,” Tard said and grinned.

“Jesus H. Christ! Is that any way to welcome these fine men into our home?” Lieutenant General Dan Tate chastised Joe and Tard. You men are worse than two old horny hound dogs sitting on a front porch. You's too damn old to catch a rabbit so the best you can do is sit on your butts and sniff the air for a ripe bitch. If one walked by, you'd drop dead from a heart attack try'n to get to her. Can't you morons see Colonel Hank and Captain Langstrom here are a bonded pair. And don't even say a word about my buddy, Admiral Ben, as a backup for your nonsense. I been sucking that fine looking salty sea dog's handsome cock in the latrine in my office every morning to start our day right for the last twelve years. In all them years he ain't never denied me his fine cream. If Admiral Ben has other duties or takes a sick day, and I don't get my daily allotment of sweet swabbie gizz, I can count on my day falling apart and becoming one bag of shit after another. Nothing goes right. Give it a rest, Men, these fine gentlemen come on government business to gather me and take me with them,” Dan Tate chastise them. Joe and Tard giggled like two naughty school boys.

Dan ran up the stairs to grab his bag. He threw a couple of items in and gathered a couple more from his dresser. He closed the top, zipped the sides, and he was ready to go. He checked in on his husband, but Sarge was still asleep snoring soundly. Dan walked over, planted a kiss on his forehead, and whispered to the big man he loved him. Sarge snorted, grumbled, pulled the covers over his head, and rolled on his side away from Dan. Dan smiled and left the room. He came down the stairs with his airline bag rolling behind him.

“That was quick. You ready, Son?” Admiral Ben asked.

“I didn't get a chance to unpack from last night. Let's go, Gentlemen. Our country needs us,” Dan said, and they left the lodge. They walked deep into the woods to make sure they weren't followed, opened a gate, and walked through to the great dinning hall in the castle on Captain Nick's ship.

* * * * * * *
In the grooming area of the dungeon, Roy Boynton, lay back comfortably and admired his quartet of grooms. Polly, Cass, Mace,and Picard decided it might go quicker, and Roy might feel more comfortable, if they morphed to normal Earth human size. Polly morphed as Moss Garrett and Cass morphed as Enoch Redbone. Roy gasped at the size and male beauty of the two men and immediately popped a boner. Mace morphed as a naked Harley-Buck Johnson complete with horns and Picard morphed as Earl Hickson. Both men were stunningly handsome. Roy couldn't imagine having four men as handsome and desirable fussing over him.

They gently cleaned the remaining parts of his body with a sterilizing rinse. Last, they cleaned out his lower anal tract so he wouldn't have an accident while his dad was working on him. They laid him back, filled his colon with warm soapy water, make him hold it for a while, raised his table to a sitting position, and allowed him to pass the foul waters from his body. They had a couple of hoses washing the waste down the drain. The ventilation in the grooming area was powerful enough it rapidly exchanged the foul air with fresh. It didn't matter to his grooms. They were highly trained professionals and wore nose filters. They learned from their cowboy brothers it don't matter what occupation you choose in life, there's always some shit you have to deal with.

When they were satisfied Roy was clean, they brought out a small butt plug. Roy smiled. “What's that for?” he asked.

“It's a butt plug for you to wear so no further waste might accidentally spill out during your restoration, and in the very center is a body heat thermal-temperature sensing device which will pop out to apprise your restorer your body heat has reached a normal state and the procedure is complete,” Polly explained.

“You mean like one of them Butterball turkeys what has one a them little red plastic things what pop up to tell you when it's done?” Roy asked and grinned. He thought for sure they were pulling his one good leg.

“Exactly,” Cass replied.

They gave him a choice which groom he wanted to give the honor of plugging his butt. Roy chose Harley-Buck Johnson. Once the big horned cowboy put it in and seated it firmly, Roy got another big smile on his face. He was pleasantly surprised. It felt pretty good. No! He decided it felt damn good. His cock was hard as a rock.
Roy wondered how much the plug was influencing his erection and how much looking at Harley-Buck naked contributed.

“You may now choose one of us to take you, Master Roy,” Mace as Harley-Buck said.

“Take me where?” Roy asked.

“Take your seed from your body, sir,” Mace/Harley-Buck replied and smiled.

“Oh, I see. Since you were so good and professional inserting my plug, would you do me the honor, sir?” Roy asked.

“It would be my pleasure, Master Roy,” Mace as Harley-Buck replied and went to work. It didn't take him very long when Roy arched his back and shot his load. He couldn't remember the last time he was ever manipulated to ejaculate. He would sometimes have wet dreams and his keeper would have to clean him and change his diaper. He knew better than to asked his granddad. Talk of such things were absolutely taboo. His dad offered several times, but he was too embarrassed to allow his dad to jack him off.

“Thank you, Men. You have turned an embarrassing ordeal into an act of love for me. I will not soon forget your patience and empathy you have shown me today. Thank you very much for your skills and your concern for me,” Roy said and gave each one a hug and a kiss. They wished him well.

* * * * * * *
When the Colonel's posse of Bart and Admiral Ben returned to the dinning hall with Lieutenant Dan Tate, they found the men still waiting for the grooms to finish their job and report to them. Poor Dan Tate didn't know what to think. He knew there must be some strange creatures on the Daniels Ranch from the posse they sent to the conference room the day before, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw. There were cowboys, giants, dwarfs, halflings, and creatures Dan could only imagine. One in particular caught his eye, and he couldn't pull his eyes away from him. It was enormous – about eight and a half or nine feet tall and built like the proverbial brick shit-house. It wasn't only big, it was handsome, and deeply sexually attractive to him. It seemed to arouse the most basic animal instincts within him.

His penis began to fill with blood until it was hard as a rock. The giant beast caught his eyes and never stopped looking at him. Dan was unnerved. It was like he looked into the beast's eyes before, but he couldn't remember where. Slowly it began to walk toward him. It never took his eyes off Dan's and held him in a trance. The Lieutenant General dare not move a muscle and stood stiff like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. The strangest thing was, Dan felt no fear. In fact, the beast seemed to radiate concern and affection for him. He was stunned as the beast stood before him, leaned over to look deep into his eyes, and he saw something familiar and loving. A physical epiphany and a familiar male scent clicked the lights on in Dan's mind.

“General Boynton? Royce?” Dan whispered and watched the great beasts head slowly confirm his words.

“Kiss your superior officer, Lieutenant General Tate, and show him your love. That's an order, Son!” the General said firmly in a rumbling bass voice which almost made Dan cream in his Wranglers. Dan didn't hesitate, kissed the giant beast, and he knew for certain, there was no doubt he was in the arms of General Royce Boynton. They kissed a strong, passionate kiss, as the other men applauded. No man ever kissed him with such passion as Royce Boynton. They broke it off and the General continued to hold his assistant Chief-of-staff in his huge arms.

“Fuck! Don't never let me go, General,” Dan said softly.

“Never, Grunt! You're too fine a cunt. For too many years you been my oasis in the desert. I'd just as soon cut off my right arm,” he whispered to Dan, and they shared a laugh.

“How? What?” Dan asked, pulling away to look Royce in his eyes. About that time three of the grooms arrived to tell them they were finished with the General's son, Roy. “Roy? Your boy, Roy, is here?” Dan asked.

“I'll come clean with you after we restore my boy, General Tate. Come! Watch! And prepare to be amazed, Son. You may find some new hope in what we can do,” the giant beast said to him in his booming bass voice. The General's new voice only made Dan's cock harder, and it began a slow drip in his Wranglers.

The men went to the main area of the dungeon. Mace, as Harley-Buck brought in Roy and gently laid him on the table. Then to Dan Tate's amazement, he watched the great horned man morph into a much smaller but perfectly formed halfling. The other three naked grooms gathered with Mace and Dan were even more impressive. They were stunningly handsome and built like small muscle builders. The General thanked them and had a hug and a kiss for each one.

“Did our grooms take good care of you, Son?” Royce asked.

“They were wonderful, Dad. They couldn't have given me better care. Is that General Tate behind you, sir?” Roy asked holding out his stub. Dan stepped forward and took his stub with both his hands, leaned over and kissed the young man on his forehead. “It's so good to see you again, General Tate. It's been sometime – around Christmas, I believe. I'm glad you're here, sir,” Roy said.

“It's good to see you, too, Son. Your dad sent for me, and I'm proud to be here. I'll be here for a couple of days, and we can get together for a private conversation if you like,” Dan said.

“I'd like that very much, Sir. Obviously, we done got us some catch'n up to do,” Roy replied, winked, grinned, and turned his attention back to his old man who was playing with his butt plug.

“Is it uncomfortable, Son?” Royce asked.

“No, sir. Not at all. To be honest, it feels pert-dang good, Dad,” Roy replied and grinned.

“That's ma' boy,” the General said and laughed, “You ready, Son?” he asked.

“As ready as I'll ever be, I guess, since I don't know what you'll be doing,” Roy replied.

“I'm going to hook our bodies together within a gravity free vortex, and as we slowly turn, like a turkey or a side of beef on a rotisserie, Master Billy and his Cowboy-Angels will feed us the life-giving, tissue and bone rebuilding energy from the ethos of the cosmos. Slowly, we will begin to restore and rebuild your body with the extra added help from my genetic material,” the General said.

“Oh, is that all? I thought it might be something truly miraculous,” Roy said and got a laugh from his audience.

“I'll remind you of that comment afterward, Boy,” the General said and grinned.

“May I join you, General?” came a deep voice behind him.

Royce looked up and saw the giant blue angel standing close with his hand on his shoulder. Billy walked up and joined them. “This is Metatron, General. We call him 'Meat.' He was the overlord of the fallen angels whom we rescued from under Mount Ararat. He is far more advanced than the average fallen angel and certainly my Cowboy-Angels. He's familiar with the technique you're using, and I think he might be of great help to you. He's our go-to Angel for bone growth and limb replacements. Meat told me with his help you could have your son restored in a quarter of the time it would take you by yourself. I believe him, General. Meat has never lied to me and has been gut-wrenchingly honest about his past – good and bad,” Billy said.

“We could use all the help we can get. You're welcome to join us, Meat. Your help will be greatly appreciated,” the General said.

Dan Tate noticed almost all the gathered men, over a hundred of them, were removing their hats, shirt, and laying them over chairs or on the big table. Then they completely vanished and reappeared as quickly as they disappeared, fully fledged in their resplendent wings. It was the most amazing thing Dan ever witnessed, and he let out a small gasp of surprise. The General looked at him, winked, and turned his attention back to his boy. “Come dance with me, my child, my handsome boy, beneath the willows in the wild and your father's love will make you whole again. Throw your arms around my neck, Son, like we used to do when you were a young boy, I would hold you, and we would slow dance together,” the General said. Roy threw his arms around his dad's neck, Royce wrapped his massive arms around his boy's back, and they were air-born in a slowly swirling vortex with Meat standing before them. He was also caught up in the vortex like they weighed nothing.

“You may let go of me now, Son. You won't go anywhere,” the General told his boy.

“You sure, Dad?” Roy asked.

“He's sure, Son. Look down at my feet. We're suspended above the floor. We're in a free-fall situation. You will float along with us,” Meat explained and Roy let go. Meat grabbed Roy's left shoulder and Royce grabbed his right shoulder.

“Wings up!” Master Billy commanded and every Cowboy-Angel in the dungeon raised their wings and immediately began to collect the healing rays from the ethos and channeled them forward to the three men in the vortex. Suddenly, Dan Tate was aware of many watchers, or Bigfoot as he knew them, placing themselves among the Cowboy-Angels. They seemed to be absorbing the energy and releasing it to the men in the vortex as a control.

“What now, Dad?” Roy asked like he was fascinated.

“Meat and I will conjoin our bodies, then we will connect with yours,” the General said, “Watch and be amazed, Son,” he added.

The General reached for Meat's umbilical cord and Meat returned the favor. They teased and pulled on each others cord until they began to grow. They pulled them a little further than they needed to touch each other and allowed them to overlap. Meat began to massage the two with his thumb and forefinger and Roy watched in awe as they became viscous and melded with each other. Roy could see fluids rush from Meat's huge body into his dad's and his dad's would flow in the opposite direction as well. Dan Tate was watching from a close vantage point, and he was enthralled. He began to wonder, if these men could do these remarkable things, what might they be able to do for his husband?

“Think about your belly button, Son. Release it, and set it free. When you release it, we'll let Meat tease it out further to join ours,” the General urged his son.

“I don't know if I can, Dad,” Roy said.

“Yes, you can. Clear your mind, relax, and imagine you're unpacking your navel,” he urged quietly.

Slowly but surely, Dan Tate watched Roy's navel began to fill, grow, and unfold. Roy started laughing. “I'm doing it, Dad! Look, Meat, it's beginning to grow toward your cords. I feel like I'm in a space capsule and sending my oxygen tube to you,” Roy said.

“Good analogy, Son. Let me see if I can help a bit,” Meat said and placed his thumb and forefinger of his left hand to gently massage Roy's cord. It began to grow a bit faster. Meat didn't stop until Roy's cord was well passed theirs, then Meat folded it up and over their larger cords and he rubbed it until it melded together with his dad and Meat's cords. Their fluids began to rush into Roy's body. He lay his head back and groaned.

“You all right, Son?” Royce asked.

“I'm okay, Dad. It was such a rush. It's like our bodies and minds are connected. I can feel your fluids and Meat's flowing into me at a rapid rate. I'm taking on more of your DNA and I'm absorbing some of Meat's to help speed the process. I feel the stubs of my arms and my legs beginning to itch like they're trying to stretch from their boundaries and grow. It's an incredible feeling. I can't watch, Dad. I'm going to close my eyes, lay back, and enjoy the sensation. Meat just sent me a sedative hormone. It helps. I feel no pain,” Roy reported. They continued to slowly rotate in the suspended situation.

At the end of an hour, Billy ordered half his angels to lower their wings for several minutes to rest. The others continued and the watchers who acted like capacitors continued feeding power to the three men at the same rate as before. They managed to keep a consistent flow of healing energy for two hours until Roy's limbs, his legs, arms, and hands were replaced. All scars were gone from his body. He was opening and closing his fists to feel the blood flowing through them. Suddenly, he felt the spring loaded temperature device pop out of his butt plug.

“I think I'm done, Gentlemen,” Roy said, “My Butterball turkey temperature button done popped out of my butt plug,” he said and several laughed.

They encouraged Roy to be patient just a while longer. Finally, Meat and Royce decide they completed their task, and Roy was whole again. They powered down the vortex and were standing on their own. Roy wasn't used to his legs yet and began to collapse, but Meat and Royce put one of their massive arms under him until they could unhook and get the young man to an enhancement table. Billy cut Roy loose first, Oatie healed him instantly, and they taped his cord to his belly. They did the same for Meat and then Royce. Within hours their umbilical cords would recede into their bodies. Meat and Royce helped Roy to one of the leather covered tables and laid him out on his back. The General turned to Meat, threw his arms around his neck, stole a kiss, and wept in the giant blue Cowboy-Angel's arms. Meat wasn't use to overt shows of emotions, but he was learning to respond with compassion. Royce thanked him several times and Meat assured him he was proud and honored to be a part of his son's restoration.

Attention was back on Roy, and Billy was ready to finish the job. He would add the icing to the well-baked cake. Poor Roy didn't have a clue, he was about to become one of the Daniels Cowboy-Angels. A most unique fraternity which included several women. Roy wasn't asked. It was his father's wish as a gift to his son. Billy agreed. The procedure didn't take long, and it was much more sensual than growing appendages. Roy got another nice erection. Billy noticed Roy wasn't cut and smiled at the General. “Would you believe that small amount of skin on my boy's penis was a life long battle between me and my dad?” he asked.

“I would believe it, sir,” Billy replied, “Shall we augment him to be his father's son?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, somehow he got my old man's prick, or his granddaddy on his momma's side. My dad is as short on cock as he is brains. Give my boy a cowboy cock he can be proud of – a goodly fat foot. He can't be as big as me. I'm the bull of my family,” the General said and laughed at his nonsense. It wasn't funny to Billy and his men. They heard that line before – several times.

“After Billy refurbished Roy and brought him back to around twenty years of age, with a new penis, and his Cowboy-Angel switch tripped to the 'on' position, they were finished and powered down for a while. No one removed Roy's butt plug, and he was sporting a new foot long fat erection. The General moved to his side and smiled down at him. “Since our bodies have exchanged so many of our fluids this morning, I might as well make it one more and welcome you back to a more full life. Just remember, this is a testament of my love for you, Boy, and if you ever have doubts, remember this moment,” Royce said, leaned over and took his son's enlarged penis into his huge maw and began to fellate him. Royce teased his son's ass with his butt plug, and it didn't take the General long to feel his boy's first refurbished load traveling at great speed up his cock and exploding like Popocatepetl erupting into his hungry maw. It must have been a hot flow of man-magma. The moment Roy ejaculated, the temperature device on his butt plug shot out again, but this time, his dad removed the plug completely. There was no more need for it. His boy was fully done.

Among the crowd stood Baug, using his huge body as a capacitor like the other watchers. At his side, Lem stood naked, holding Baug's big paw. Lem was walking pretty good, and he wanted to be wherever Baug and the General was. Royce caught sight of his budding family and waved them over to join him. They slowly made their way through the crowd. The General, still in his Watcher morph, easily picked up Lem in his left arm. Lem threw his little arms around Royce, hugged, and kissed him. The General kissed him back, then Royce put his arm around Baug's shoulder, pulled him close, and stole a kiss from the big Watcher. Roy was watching his dad and got a big smile on his face.

“Son, I want you to meet our new family. This handsome big brute of a watcher is my new husband. His name is Baug, and as of our conjoining last night, he's pregnant with your little brother. This fine looking young man I'm holding is also your brother. His name is Lem, and I'm proud to tell you, Baug and I have adopted him. As unusual as it might seem, in his past life, Baug was a surrogate dad for Colonel Hank Halfablap, who was stolen as a baby from the Daniels family. So in a strange, convoluted way, it makes you and me a part of the greater Daniels family.

“I can live with that, Dad. Baug is a right handsome beast, and Lem is exceptionally good looking, too. It's good to meet both of you,” Roy said.

Baug leaned over Roy and kissed him on his forehead, “Welcome to the family, Son. You're getting in on the ground floor,” he said in a booming bass voice.

One of Billy's cowboys brought a four square walker for Roy to get him moving. Baug took his right arm and Royce took his left. They got him to his feet, and he was surprised to find he could stand. Walking was a bit more difficult but his brain remembered how the body was suppose to respond to the 'walk' command, and he took his first several steps. A big cheer went up from the Cowboy-Angels to encourage him.

* * * * * * *
“Lieutenant General Dan Tate, come on down!” Billy said loudly like a TV game barker. “Grooms, take him to one of them cells over there and help him undress. We want him naked as the day he was born,” Billy added.

“Oh, that's okay, Master Billy. I'm new here. I'm sure you got lots of other things to do,” Dan said shyly.

“Get chore' ass in that cell on the double, Cunt, and be quick about it! Double time, Marine!” the General barked at Dan and grinned, “And when you're stripped, return to me! Got that, General Jar-head!” he added yelling at the top of his voice.

“Yes, sir, General, sir! Right away, sir!” Dan replied crispy and followed the grooms to the cell.

“Dismissed!” Royce barked at him.

The grooms and Dan worked feverishly to get his boots and cloths off in a hurry. When they were through, he took a minute to hug and steal a kiss from each handsome halfling groom. He walked quickly and returned to stand at attention before the General. The General looked him up and down like he was inspecting him. He lifted his small cock and balls and weighed them in his hand and let them drop. He put his hands under each of Dan's sagging tits, turned him around, checked out his sagging butt cheeks, and turned him back around again. “Let's firm him up, give him a good ten inches, and perk up them sad butt cheeks, Master Billy,” the General said like he was talking with an aide.

“Yes, sir, General, we'll make him shine like a new penny,” Billy replied respectfully.

“Good! Good! Now give me a hug and a kiss, Cunt, and make it a good one!” Royce ordered. Dan didn't hold back. When they finished, the General held Dan for a minute and said quietly, “No matter what happens in the near future, Son, you got a home with us,” he said and brought a tear to Dan's eye.

“Thanks, General, it's a comfort to know, sir,” Dan replied with his voice cracking.

With the extra added power from the additional Cowboy-Angels, Billy gathered for that morning, he made quick work of refurbishing Dan Tate and bringing him back to his late twenties, early thirties. He also enhanced his cock, beefed up his balls, and generally pumped up his body considerably. When he got through with Dan's ass, it looked like two bowling balls in a gunny sack. Since Dan was always on his stomach with his ass in the air, he wondered if Sarge would even notice an increase in the size of his penis. Billy also gave him the full Cowboy-Angel package, and in approximately twelve to eighteen hours, Dan would start to grow a set of wings

* * * * * * *
After they refurbished Dan Tate, the Colonel, Captain Langstrom, and Admiral Ben, they got in touch with the other top brass the General wanted. Bart acted as Ramrod and he arranged to get one, then another, until he gathered the lot of them, and finally took them through a gate back to the dungeon on Captain Nick's ship on the Daniels ranch. Billy and his Cowboy-Angels were still morphed wearing their beautiful wings, when Bart, Hank, and Admiral Ben led the five military men into the dungeon. They were flabbergasted to say the least. Even though there was ample air flow through the dungeon, the air was heavy with the sweet smell of fresh male testosterone. Every Warrior popped a boner.

General Boynton was a bit surprised. He didn't expect Bart and the Colonel to gather them so quickly. He thought about morphing back to his human state while hiding behind Baug and Dan Tate. Then he reasoned, if they were going to be his main men and backup, they deserved the right to know everything about him. Fortunately, the General was wise enough to encourage Bart in his role as Captain, and the young man grinned from ear to ear seeing his military boss wasn't yet morphed back into his natural state. Bart walked right up to the General, stood at attention, and saluted, “Captain Bart Langstrom, reporting as ordered, sir! I have done as you instructed, General Boynton! I have gathered the other five officers you sent for, sir,” Bart said crisply.

“Well, done, Captain Langstrom! And my further appreciation to Colonel Halfablap, and Admiral Armitage. Welcome, Gentlemen, to the land of Oz,” the General said to the gathered group and smiled, “Sorry, I ain't had time to morph back to my human form. I only learned how to morph into a Watcher yesterday, and I have to say, I enjoy the ability to switch,” he said and slowly began to morph back into the General who was their supreme commander of the joint chief of staff, and Royce was their friend. Naked as the day he was born, he shook hands with every man. They didn't seem to be perplexed or annoyed he was nude. Things like that don't matter much to military men. They live their entire lives being around other men in all manner of dress and undress. The General apologized for his second in command, Lieutenant General Dan Tate, in the buff, as Master Billy and his band of Cowboy-Angels were making some corrections on his body.

Roy was standing behind his dad holding on to his walker. While the General was greeting and explaining his appearance to his fellow officers, Bart, Hank, and Ben caught sight of the newly, completely restored, Roy Boynton, and they wasted no time going to him and smothering him with hugs, kisses, hand-shakes, and words of congratulations. As hard as he tried, Bart couldn't hold back his tears, and he got Hank and Ben shedding a few at well. The new arrivals began to look around the dungeon somewhat ignoring the great beast standing before them and only paying partial attention to him. They were more interested in the young man being made over by their fellow officers. The officers knew and recognized the strikingly handsome young man as the General's son, and they got looks of incredulity on their faces, “Is that your boy, Roy, General?” Admiral Sparks asked.

“It is, Admiral. We brought him here through one of them gates like you just used. After we got him here, it took us several hours, but we rebuilt him, refurbished his body, and Master Billy and his crew of Cowboy-Angels enhanced him. He's only been back on his feet for about an hour now,” the General explained, “We're thinking about renaming him 'Humpty-Dumpty' 'cause we done put him back together again.

Their curiosity got the better of them. The officers rushed past the General like he was day old news. They wanted to know more about young Roy Boynton. “Incredible! You look wonderful, Son!” Admiral Sparks said as he took his turn to take Roy in his arms and show him his joy, admiration, and affection. The other officers lined up and each had a different word of praise for the young cowboy. “Amazing!” “Wonderful!” “Congratulations, Son!” “So completely handsome, Roy,” they said. The men watched Roy grow up and suffered greatly when he returned from the Middle-East with little left for which to live. They shared their fellow officer's pain and sorrow, but seeing one of their fallen restored was a miracle. To see him up and around able to do for himself was a huge boost of joy and empathy for their souls as well as Roy's. They were like extra surrogate dads to him.

The first bell rang for lunch. “If you gentlemen will excuse us, we need to shower and get dressed for lunch. Captain Langstrom, and Colonel Halfablap will answer your questions and see to your accommodations. I'm sure you men must be curious. There's a lot to see and learn about. Wonderful things. There's an interesting critter or story around each corner. They will give you a brief tour around the place to get your bearings and later show you to your quarters. Welcome to the Clan Daniels Castle several hundred feet below the Daniels Ranch. Make yourself at home. Lunch will be served in thirty minutes in the great dinning hall,” the General said.

Royce and Dan got on either side of Roy to help walk him to the showers. The grooms gathered Dan Tate's clothes and followed the men. Roy Boynton had a glow about him which could not be denied. He absolutely radiated a new aura of health and stability. He was making small steps, but they would grow to larger more sure steps, and develop into a great stride which would challenge his Dad's. Roy took his first steps on his road to fulfill his dream to become a gentleman cowboy.

* * * * * * *
The new men ate a hardy lunch and found the chow much to their liking. When they were shown to their quarters for their stay, they were as shocked and impressed as the General was when he first walked into his allotted room for his stay. Billy's castle construction refurbishing team finished the suite of rooms the week before. The rooms he assigned them were on the next floor up from Bart's suite. The plumbing was brand new, they were fully wired, and contained all the modern conveniences which a fine, well thought-out first class hotel might offer.

The General insisted he didn't want to see a uniform during their stay. They would still maintain their military protocol, but it would be relaxed. Of the six men, only a couple owned any clothes which might resemble Western wear. Billy took care of that pretty quick with a visit to Hank and Buck's Stagecoach Western Wear Emporium. With Bossman Randy's help, Buck and Hank found an old antique buckboard Stagecoach in perfect condition for sale on the Internet, but the owner was asking what Hank and Buck considered too high a price for their purposes. Randy took matters into his own hands, and when they were finished with their store, Billy and his posse delivered the Stagecoach to sit inside the large store window to draw attention. The town folk love it.

As each man stepped forward, naked as his first day in boot camp, Hank and Buck took one look and started grabbing clothes, boots, belts, and hats. One gently protested his waist size was a couple of sizes larger than the Wranglers the men provide. “It won't be after Master Billy and his posse of Cowboy-Angels get through with you,” Hank firmly assured him, and he was right.

After an almost complete tour of the ship, the General called the men to gather in the dungeon area. There were certain areas like the Great Shedus, Billy and his men decided not to share with them right away until he got a chance to evaluate the five new officers. He was pretty sure about Admiral Ben and Admiral Sparks, but he didn't know the other three well enough to be comfortable with them. Brigadier General Lewis Freeman was a giant black man and one of the most warmhearted and understanding of the lot. He was so large he could match several of Billy's smaller watchers. He became quite fond of Balthazar, and Balthazar returned the general's admiration. Billy thought he might share the Shedus with the General eventually, but he chose not to at the moment. Billy believed his surrogate dad's admonition, one should never show their cards until it comes time to play them.

The five officers wanted refurbishments and enhancement to become members of the Daniels family and Cowboy-Angels. They couldn't have been more impressed by what Billy and his posse could do. When Billy and his team were finished, they were in perfect health, they looked twenty years younger, and their Wranglers fit them perfectly. They took to western wear like proud young peacocks. Their bodies were cocked and loaded for fledging for later in the evening. It would be one of the largest fledgings on the ship in some time, and everyone was looking forward to it.

Late afternoon, the General held a meeting in the great hall and opened it to one and all to set out a curriculum for the five days they would be in the castle. His goal was to come up with a plan of how and what to do about the conundrum they were facing when they reappear the following Monday morning for business as usual – or unusual, he added. He wanted no one to hold back their thoughts, and any rational idea would be considered. The General stressed, a couple of hours in the morning and afternoons would be devoted to sitting under educational cloud chambers to review history of our country from the last Roosevelt to the current administration. He carefully explained the chambers were not brain washing machines, which might wash, rinse twice, and fluff dried what was left to make things look pretty. They were honest and sometime raw-bone truth about how our government, since the days of J. F. Kennedy, have been taken over by criminals who have run-a-muck to create two separate societies and classes – the very rich and the rest to struggle for themselves. After suffering three pay grade cuts, the group of powerful men were beginning to question their so called authorities.

Aside from the Shedus and several other gold mines, like Archie and Edith, and his family's personal stash of hard wealth, Billy was pretty forthcoming with the military men. He decided to share the videos of their raid on Mount Ararat, and their rescue of the children from the Lizard aliens. They were more than a little impressed, and wanted to know why they couldn't have such advanced machines. Billy explained they could, but his machines work by means of zero point energy modules, for which, the science has been around since the era of Tesla, but if there was a great change, it would mean billions of dollars in loss to the oil companies who are part of a criminal cartel who run our country. Just imagine how much money it costs to power one of their more sophisticated planes per hour while one of Billy's tiny ships could out perform them in every aspect, and they were powered by a much cheaper means.

“You're still living in the covered wagon era of technology, Gentlemen,” he said and let the truth sink in. The technology you pine for has been around since the Roswell incident and cover-up,” he said. Billy wished for a 'happening' which might hammer home his point, the average person in our country is on their own. The military isn't for protecting the little man of our country, it's for protecting the obscene wealthy and ruling class – to keep the one percent of our nation's population in power, and they won't share a damn thing to maintain a flourishing middle class economy to say nothing of the poor. They only want to make the divide grow larger as their grip on government and the people grows stronger every year.

Billy didn't preach, he tried to lead by example. He didn't blame anyone, but he asked hard question of them they couldn't readily answer. “Who will come to the aid of the hard working middle-class and the poor when the Lizards start wholesale round ups of humans for meat for their alien supermarkets? Who would have listened if I went to any branch of the government and demanded a raid be done on a hidden underwater alien base at Malibu where they are storing young children to eat? By the time I could get anyone to take notice or do something, the kids would have been eaten. It's more likely they would have locked me up in the loony bin, but there is the proof right before you. Your country has lied to you gentlemen as well as us.

“There are several hundred thousand people who simply disappear from every country on Earth each year. Where do they go? Why is there never a trace of them found? You can only chalk up so much to conspiracy theories before you have a wagon load of bullshit,” Billy said and left them to answer his questions for themselves – if they could. “What it boils down to, is they want to keep the technology for themselves, and they will never share it unless the little man is clever enough to find a way to make a run around their end zone,” he added.

“No matter our political beliefs. I think early on someone mentioned us being Edenist trying to return the Earth to the way it should be without noticeable intervention by mankind. Call us what you may, we're not naïve. We know we're not equipped to win a war with them. We would be foolish to even consider it, but we can become a sore on their backside and shed light on their underhanded criminal procedures. We can also begin to grow stronger by using similar but more humane means to gather wealth. We have the technology, the talent, and the power to to succeed,” Billy said and grinned. “There must be radical changes in our country, but like a cancer, we must grow slowly until the growth has overcome the sick body and there is no cure for them,” Billy said.

As the week progressed, and the men became assimilated within Billy's family, they formed friends, alliances, and came closer to a greater understanding of themselves and their place in the universe. Billy was impressed the General didn't try to bully them to see things his way. He was wise enough to understand, if he was going to have them stand behind him to a man, they must believe in what they were doing. If it was a conglomeration of their thoughts and ideas, his chances for success were much greater.

* * * * * * *
They put Roy and Lem in the same room which was originally suppose to be the General's, but he was now spending every night in his new husband's arms making the beasts with two backs. Lem secretly taught his new brother Roy, how to piggy-back on someone else's passion without tickling them first. They would secretly share their dad and Baug's sex with each other. Roy would climax but poor Lem could only dry heave. It wasn't the same, but Roy allowed him to piggy-back on his orgasms. It almost made up for it.

The next day, Bart, Hank, and Admiral Ben contacted the rest of the military men, Colonel Hank's staff, Captain Delbert Miller, and Commander Winston Pauli; the chopper pilots, Major Dan Radner and Lieutenant Dudley Bean; and the NSA men: Bryan Isobel; Bill Devers; Jim Hawkins; and Scott Stevens. Bill Dever's son Daniel was living in the big house with the Daniels family, and they were happy to be reunited to spend some quality time together. Danny was much improved. They were brought to the ranch for the summit meeting and to enjoy the Daniels family hospitality for another, more relaxed, visit.

* * * * * * *
The weather in Texas for the last weekend in August was the most unusual in recorded history. Over the years, the man made plague of global warming was no longer scoffed at except by the very few uneducated who still insisted on gnawing on a small pile of conservative talking points like bleached bones in the desert, but their numbers continued to grow smaller each year. In the rest of the country, especially in the western states, the drought which started in the middle teen years of the century continued. People were leaving the larger cities on the West Coast in droves. Golf courses went the way of dinosaurs. The Midwestern states were somewhat affected by the drought at first, but as time went on, the next ten years showed a significant increase in moisture; however, even though the change in weather brought more moisture, the storms were in the form of freakish amounts of downpour with devastating properties.

The old adage of Texans, if you don't like the weather, wait ten minutes, came true with a vengeance. Day after day the weather took on a more subtropical structure. The mornings would be clear until noon when the ominous dark, foreboding dark storm clouds would begin to move in at a rapid pace. They reminded many of overly developed cowboys what drank too much beer, pushing and shoving, muscling each other out of the way to get to the piss trough first. Many times, it wouldn't take more than thirty minutes to an hour at most to completely change the weather from pleasant to downright nasty. Freak winds and multiple tornadoes were the norm. It was one of these storms which initiated the crash of Captain Nick's ship.

Hoss and Doug Dewberry, assisted by the extra watchers hanging around the Kirkendall ranch finished their very last delivery to Bubba's ranch house about noon on Friday, the last work day in August. Bubba instructed his house staff to hold lunch until the men finished unloading the heavy bedroom furniture. They sat down to a nice meal and everyone was in a good mood. They were congratulating Hoss and Doug for ending their jobs delivering furniture. The following Monday morning they would be reporting for work on the Kirkendall ranch.

It was Pete Breedlove and Leon Tollefson's last day at the feedlot. They didn't do much but drink coffee and shoot the shit with the owner. He handed them a check at eleven, and told them to get-the-fuck-out with his blessing. He told them to go live a better life for themselves. Since it was sort of an occasion, a time for rejoicing for Bubba and his posse; Cletus and Veed; Pete Breedlove and Leon Tollefson; Jack McCormack and Grover Parsnip were there celebrating; however, Grover was more quiet and reserved than he usually was. Most of the time he was well-met, jovial, comfortably social, and occasionally a bit randy, full of piss and vinegar.

Hoss and Doug saw dark clouds gathering in the Southwest like they were coming up from the Gulf Coast. They commented to the other men, they looked more ominous than any they ever saw before, but they seemed so far in the distance they didn't give them much thought. As the men were finishing their meal, talking, and laughing with each other, Bubba's Brute came ambling into the kitchen area with a look of concern on his face. Everyone looked up at the handsome beast. “We're getting tickles from our cousins down near Fredericksburg of heavy rains with sleet and hail the size of soft balls and bigger. They're moving to higher ground. They say, as fast as the storm is traveling, it should hit us within the next ten to fifteen minutes. We need to get our critters and workers to shelter, Master Bubba,” Brute said in a deep rumbling voice.

“Thanks, Buddy! Do me a favor, run out to the barn, Brute, and hit the storm warning siren, then get your big handsome butt back to the house A.S.A.P!” Bubba barked and winked at him. Brute left in a hurry and told his six brothers to wait for him on the porch.

“We better get on the road, Little Brother,” Hoss said to Doug.

“No, wait until the storm passes. You can always be late to return the truck,” Grover uncharacteristically spoke up firmly with great fear in his voice.

“Don't worry, none, Pops. I think we can outrun it. Besides, it's a dream Doug and me been living with and talking about for damn near a month, and we can't wait to get the last cow through the gate and close the barn door on this chapter of our lives,” Hoss said boldly like he wasn't afraid of a little storm.

Grover looked at Doug with fear and concern in his eyes, but he didn't have to say anything. Doug knew his surrogate Granddad too well. The look on Grover's face said it all. Doug smiled at Grover, patted his cell phone in the shirt pocket of his work clothes, and nodded he understood what was going through his Granddad's mind. “You fully charged, Son?” Grover asked quietly.

“I'm good, Grampa,” Doug replied. He walked over to Grover, took him into his arms, gave him a quick hug and a kiss. “Thanks for caring and looking out for me, Grampa, it means a lot to have you in my corner,” Doug said.

“Always, Son. Bank on it!” Grover said, “You're worth it, Boy,” he added, and his old voice cracked.

Doug and Hoss climbed into the big delivery truck, waved goodbye, and headed down the gravel road to the black top. The clouds were moving faster than either man ever witnessed and struck fear in their hearts. By the time they drove back through Mason and headed North on 87, it was beginning to rain heavy and not just individual drops. It was like some angry juvenile delinquents were sailing overhead throwing water bombs down at the truck. The windshield wipers were almost useless. Hail the size of a big man's fist and larger were bombarding the truck making huge dents in the engine hood. The cab over their heads was taking a beating too, but it seemed to be made of a thicker metal and stood up under the barrage of ice bombs.

As they reached the city limits, Hoss could see it was clear before them, and he quickly stomped on the gas pedal to reach the maximum allotted speed to try and outrun the storm. Doug urged him to exceed the speed limit to give them a greater lead, arguing he was sure there were no County Mounties patrolling in this weather. Most likely, they were sitting on their butts in a coffee shop eating donuts and kicking back with a hot cup of Joe waiting for the storm to pass.

Hoss thought about it for a minute, grinned, winked at his cousin, and floor-boarded the gas pedal on the big truck. It leaped forth like a hungry beast what was just injected with a large dose of steroids and was raring to go. They seemed to be pulling out in front of the storm, but what they didn't know was, the storm was already way ahead of them on either sides, and they were traveling in what one might assume was the eye of the storm. They were coming up to the turnoff road which would take them to Katemcy and their ranch. “We could take the truck to our place and take it back in the morning, Brother,” Doug suggested.

“I give it some thought, Little Brother, but I think we done outrun it, and we're home free now. Sit back and relax. We'll drop this baby off, grab us our pay, lower our Wranglers, bend over, tell them cock-suck'n, mother-fucking, money-grub'n bastards to kiss our royal asses, and head for the Steak House for a fine cowboy supper to celebrate – just you and me, Pod'na,” Hoss said, and they laughed together.

Doug wasn't so worried for a while after the cowboy hyperbole buck-up from his cousin, until they got about ten miles out of Mason, and headed up a small mountain with a curve at the top. The further up the mountain they traveled, the larger picture they could see, but they wouldn't be able to see down into the valley until they rounded the curve. Then they saw the blackness of the storm and any number of smaller tornadoes trying to make a larger one. They would dance down toward the ground then lose strength only to be sucked back up into the main ominous black cloud. Doug didn't dare say anything smart to his big cousin. He figured Hoss was having his own chat with whatever god there might be in their quadrant of the universe at the moment.

Doug could hear the big cowboy grinding his back teeth together. It was never a good sign. “You got chore' seat belt on tight, Little Brother!” Hoss yelled at Doug.

“I'm tight, Big Brother. How 'bout you?” Doug asked with concern.

“I should be good. I might cinch it up a bit. I'm sorry I misjudged our situation, Son,” Hoss said, “I was hoping we could make it to the turn-off to our ranch, but I'm afraid we're heading into the worst part of the storm. Hell, Grover was right, we never should a' left Bubba's. Sometimes I wish't I weren't such a know-it-all, frick'n bull-of-the-woods, hardheaded bastard and listened more to people what care about us. I could tell old Grover's heart was about to break from fear, and that old cowboy was about ready to rope and hog-tie bow'fus. I wish't to Hell he done it,” he added.

“Forget it! You're a good man, Hoss, and a fine big brother. We been through worse together. We'll get through this. We's family, you and me,” Doug yelled back as his reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and punched Grover's number. The men in the Kirkendall kitchen were still sitting around Bubba's table drinking coffee, having an extra dessert, and bullshitting with one another when Grover's phone rang. Grover put it on speaker and set his phone on the table for everyone to hear. Before Doug could say 'hello,' he heard Grover's comforting voice, “You reached the summit of the mountain, Son?” Grover asked concerned.

“Naw, sir, Grampa, we's about three quarters of the way up. We're almost there. We misjudged the storm and thought we done outrun it. It looks even worst up ahead. It's trying its damnedest to make one big tornado out of several smaller ones,” Doug reported.

“Do like I told you, Son. Put your phone back in your pocket. Make sure you face the speaker to the outside cloth, and button it. We should be able to hear you men. Just keep on tell'n us what's happening,” Grover said firmly.

“I will, Grampa,” Doug said, and there was a few minutes of silence. Bubba and his men could hear the whine of the engine as Hoss pushed it hard to crest the mountain top, “Holy Mary Mother of God and all them other saints I don't know nothing about!” they heard Doug exclaim.

“What is it! Tell us what you see, Son!” Grover almost shouted.

“The valley of death, Grampa. We can't even see Camp Air. I ain't never seen me nothing like 'iss afore; have you, Hoss?” Doug asked like a frightened little boy, and his voice quivered a bit.

“Afraid not, Son. Heavy on the 'afraid' part. This couldn't be right. What the Hell are them flashes of light over to the right and left. It ain't lightening. What the Hell is them things? Am I hallucinating, Son? Please tell me you see 'em, Little Brother, afore I piss ma' Wranglers,” Hoss said loudly.

“No, ya' ain't hallucinate'n none, Brother, I see 'em, too. They look like some kind of space ships, but they ain't like nothing I ever seen on the Net. It looks like they's pushing them clouds around and causing them to bang into each other to get them angry with one another so's they'll have theys'selves a big fight. They look like a group of money hungry fight promoters at a Vegas boxing match urging their favorite on to win the fight,” Doug said agreeing with his cousin.

The men around Bubba's table were listening intently, but they were letting Grover run the show. They figured he possessed a better grasp of what might be happening than they did. They could hear the rain coming down on the truck mixed with sleet, huge ice balls of hail, lightening, hellacious thunder, and strange crackling noises unrelated to Wi-Fi signal interference. It was getting darker. Hoss reached down and turned his lights on. Doug was right, they knew Camp Air was only about a mile away, but they couldn't see the intersection. Hoss was almost sure he saw a set of lights at the intersection, and off in the distance, he could see a much larger set of lights which he could only deduce was a large semi-truck coming down the grade toward them at a pretty good clip. From the headlights, the driver looked like he was going way too fast to be able to control his load under an emergency situation. Hoss said a silent prayer there wouldn't be such an incident to cause either driver to use his air-brakes.

At the junction of the two roads, there was an old abandoned filling station and feed store built almost out to the blacktop. Across the road was a large white house build almost up to the road. On the other corners was an old open-air market structure with large massive beams to stretch canvas across on hot days. The fourth corner was an open field with goats in it. Sitting at the intersection on the old farm road, trying to see if it was safe to turn South onto Highway 87, was a little old lady, Sadie Harper, in an old 72 yellow and white Ford pickup truck taking her husband, Willis, with her to shop for groceries in Mason. She kept creeping out further to see past the old filling station. She couldn't see either way for the blinding rain. Finally, she made up her mind to turn and head south.

The huge truck, wasn't a regular semi-tractor-trailer, it was a full gasoline tanker barreling down on her too fast and saw Sadie turn too late. The driver of the tanker panicked, slammed on his breaks, and the rear of his tanker came around and hit the old lady's truck in the tail-end like a baseball bat and sent her and her husband flying like a Joe DiMaggio home run in the bottom of the ninth. It launched the old truck like a heat seeking missile headed right for the top of the furniture store's delivery truck. Fortunately, Hoss possessed strong and quick reflexes. The big man decided it was time to leave the road. He made a sharp right turn, and rather than slam on his breaks, he had the good sense to floorboard the accelerator on the truck. His action barely prevented the old truck from landing directly on the cab of the delivery truck. Nevertheless, it still clipped the left hand rear corner causing Hoss and Doug to start spinning like a top as they drove off into the field. It upset the course of the old truck, and it went off the road at a forty-five degree angle from the delivery truck flying ass over teakettle. It did five complete revolutions until if finally came to rest bottom side up.

In the meantime, the gas tanker started rolling from having slammed on his breaks too hard. It rolled into the field demolishing the beamed structure of the outdoor market and continued to roll five or six times, bouncing a couple of times, until it came to rest between the other two trucks. The last words the men around Bubba's table heard was from Doug, “Grampa! Gas tanker hit pickup truck. Truck headed right for us. Hoss turned to the right into the field at Camp Air junction...” and then they heard the impacts the yells, screams, groans, cursing, and the tearing of metal, until everything was quiet.

“Doug! Doug! Speak to me, Son!” Grover shouted, but Doug was out.

Hoss was groggy, he hurt all over, he was bleeding, but he answered, “Doug's out, Gramps! We're crushed into our cab. We can't get out. I'm laying on my side on my door. Tanker leaking gas by the gallon. Spreading around. One spark, and we's toast. Don't think we's gonna' make it to work Monday, Boss. Would've enjoyed working for you,” Hoss said and passed out.

“Doug! Hoss!” Grover shouted, but he didn't get a response.

“Brute! Gather your brothers on the porch, but leave Pee-Wee Herman behind. No, Got-damn it, I ain't think'n clearly! Make sure you bring Pee-Wee along! Cletus, you and Veed are with us. Veed tickle your brother and granddad. Have them alert Billy and tell them they's an emergency at Camp Air – three vehicles – Doug, Hoss, an old pickup, and a gas tanker. Fly in or gate with caution. Alien craft reported in the area,” Bubba barked. “You old men up to a Cowboy-Angel rescue posse?” Bubba asked and grinned at Leon and Pete.

“Just you try to get away without us, Junior,” Pete shot back and grinned.

“The rest of you men wing up. We ain't got time to open a gate. We'll Angel-Flight the old way. Hell, I can jump to Camp Air in my sleep!” Bubba said firmly, “If you ain't had much experience port'n from place to place, stick near one of us, and we'll grab you by the seat of yore' pants,” Bubba added for Leon and Pete. They nodded and grinned.

They winged up, gathered the eight watchers, put them in the center of their Cowboy-Angel circle, and they jumped together. They reappeared a little way away from the vehicles, but nearest to the old yellow pickup. The truck was upside down. “Surround it, Gentlemen, and let's set it upright,” Bubba hollered above the rain. It was still coming down pretty hard, but fortunately the sleet and hail stopped. They surrounded the pickup in equal distances, put their hands out before them and concentrated on levitating the old vehicle.

Slowly it began to rise, and when it was high enough in the air, the watchers slowly turned it over, and when they were clear, the cowboys allowed it to settle to the ground. Leon and Pete knew who it was from the old truck. They knew Sadie and Willis Harper for years. They managed to get their seat belts undone and carried them to the rear of the truck. Brute let the tail gate down for them. They laid them down for the time being, and covered them with a tarp they found in the back to protect them from the rain. They were still breathing and didn't appear to be in bad shape.

Bubba barked for his watchers to get the driver out of the gas tanker, while he, Grover, and Jack went to check out the delivery truck. It was lying on the driver's side. The three of them with Cletus and Veed, managed to levitate the heavy truck to set it upright. One of Bubba's biggest watchers he named 'Kong,' stepped up and gently pushed the Cowboy-Angels aside. With one big tug the giant beast yanked the door to the driver's side open. Kong literally ripped the hinges away from the body. Hoss was right, the front of the cab was pushed in, and he was trapped behind the steering wheel. Again, Kong, grabbed the steering column and ripped it out of the truck with one great tug.

Bubba and Cletus managed to get Hoss's safety belt undone, and he fell out of the truck into their big arms. Grover and Jack were on the other side of the delivery truck. They managed to get the door open, but they couldn't get Doug's seat belt undone. The front of the truck was so mashed in, they couldn't get to it. “Pee-Wee! Young Buck! Get your ass over here and rip Doug's seat belt off him!” Bubba commanded, and everyone saw a head peak out of the gas tanker followed by an ape like body what made five major jumps on all four limbs. The younger watcher climbed into the front seat of the delivery tuck from the other side, merely pushed the button on the belt, and it fell away from Doug's body. “Well, done, Sweet Pea. You finished with the driver of that gas hauler?” Bubba asked.

“Through with driver, Master Bubba. They's lift'n him out now. Pee-Wee go back for young passenger, sir,” Pee-Wee replied.

“On your way, Son! Glad we brought you along,” Bubba encouraged the small watcher.

* * * * * * *
Billy quickly organized his posse. He wasn't going to let any of the General's staff go along, but Dan Tate wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He argued if Captain Langstrom and Colonel Halfablap could go, then he should be allowed. Besides, Billy was allowing the General to go along morphed into his huge watcher form. Dan pointed out, he was after all, the General's second in command, and it was his duty to protect him as well as be his occasional cunt and wait on him hand and foot.
Everyone laughed at Dan's too accurate job description. The General didn't agree with Dan's last part, but his officer's stood up for Dan and assured Master Billy and his men, it was exactly what Dan Tate did for his boss. It was a revelation for the General his men were more understanding and empathetic than he imagined. After he saw the humor in Dan's words, he considered it a win-win situation for them both.

Dan got a strong backup from his fellow officers, for Master Billy to reconsider and allow one of their newer ranks in the Daniels family to represent them. The General notwithstanding, Dan was one of the best candidates for a Cowboy-Angel. His fledging or rebirth as a Cowboy-Angel was easy, and he learned twice as quick as the others how to best use his skills and applications. At Bart and the Colonel's urging, Dan sat under the cloud chambers, learned swiftly, and became a good friend with Seth. Dan told Seth everything about his life with Master Sargent Tate and didn't leave out nary a tit nor a tittle. Seth was fascinated with the two different worlds Dan lived in, but admired him considerably for being able to juggle his two opposite lives to live an unusual but full life. Seth discovered, due to his shyness, Dan was far more intelligent than most folks considered, and that too, was a part of Dan's unique mystique which qualified him for a chance to go along on the mission.

Billy had a premonition and took a rather large contingency of Cowboy-Angels and watchers with him. Bubba's warning about alien craft was enough to trip Billy's wary button. When they went through the gate, they were fully fledged and ready for action, but they could see Bubba and his posse seemed to have things under control; however, unknown to everyone, a young man, Coozon Veed's age, Jason Swift, also a fellow student in the same class at school, was video recording everything going on from the beginning of the big bang of the vehicles colliding.

Jason lived in the white house with his two young children, Clute, five, and Karon, six. His wife left him two years after his boy, Clute, was born. She ran away with a drifter cowboy she met at the Walmart in Brady. He knocked her up and dumped her after six months. She came crawling home to Jason, but he refused to take her back. Here he was watching and recording the most exciting thing to happen to him since his children were born, and he was having a ball. He couldn't wait to post it on the Net. Jason opened one of the new bit-coin pay to view channels, and if his video went viral, he would never have to worry about him and his kids again. He was filming Cowboy-Angels from the Daniels ranch, some of whom he knew and admired. He was also filming the Watcher/Bigfoot creatures busy rescuing the injured, but he was neither watching after his kids, nor paying much attention to them. There were strange things going on, they were frightened, and wanted to be near their daddy.

Suddenly, a large saucer craft appeared above Jason. Two purple beams shot out from beneath it and grabbed both his children. Jason was blissfully unaware his son and daughter were being abducted by an alien craft while he religiously filmed the action going on in the field across the road from his house. Cletus and Veed watched and looked at each other. They nodded their agreement. “Jump, Clete!” Veed Breedlove yelled to his husband. They disappeared and reappeared in the sky over Jason, each holding one of his kids. As they held the children with one hand, they cut the beam with their other, and their own personal protection auras caused it to lose its grip.

The children were free from its grasp, and the two fine Cowboy-Angels spread their great wings to gently lower little Clute and Karon back to the ground. They were almost to the ground, when a bright red beam of light shot out at Veed. Cletus leaned back with his free arm, and intercepted the beam with his massive hairy hand to protect his husband, but rather than hurt his hand, it bounced off his personal aura and protection barrier. It slammed into the underbelly of the craft causing it to rock and waver in its stability. It shot out another red beam, but this time directly toward Cletus.

“Aim the beam back onto itself, Clete!” Veed hollered, and Cletus did as his husband told him. To both their amazement, the damn thing exploded. The alien craft began to wobble considerably like they lost control of the craft, and it was slowly going down for the count. It crash-landed on a large piece of land behind Jason's house where he raised goats. There went up a cry of joy the alien craft was defeated, and the children were saved.

Another craft appeared and jumped instantly from place to place like it was angry they lost a craft to the unintelligent natives, and they were trying to assess their options. Suddenly, it shot out another red beam to the ground like it was seeking revenge, and as wet as the ground was, it ignited the gas from the tanker. It began to burn quickly, but it didn't find it's way to the tanker immediately. It soon became a blazing inferno which caused great concern back at Captain Nick's ship where everyone was watching their progress on the huge holo-screen in the great hall. It was like they were there with the men. Bubba and Billy's watchers, including the General surrounded them with an impenetrable force-field bubble. The Cowboy-Angels, watchers, and those they saved from the wreck were protected from the flames.

Billy called for his Cowboy-Angels to raise their wings and capture the energy from the cosmos. They did until Billy was sure they were fully charged, and the watchers were acting like storage capacitors. He raised his hand toward the alien craft and a beam of electricity to rival the hottest lightening bolt shot forth from his hand and slammed into the alien craft with a huge impact. It exploded in mid-air with a great flash of light followed by a large puff of smoke. Only bits and pieces were still burning as they fell to the ground.

Another three craft came from out of nowhere and shot their red beams down upon Billy and Bubba's posses, but they were protected by their shields provided by their Watchers. In rapid succession, Billy zapped first one, then another, until the three were completely destroyed. One more appeared, took one look at the situation, jumped about more than the second craft, but before Billy could fire off another bolt of lightening, it disappeared. The folks back on the ship were going crazy, yelling and applauding for their people; however, their joy was soon changed to one of sobriety and despair as they watched the tanker explode, and the entire area of the field where the three vehicles lay was engulfed by a great ball of fire. They were quite sure nothing could survive the blast, and their collective hearts ran down into their cowboy boots.

A young voice was heard from among them, “What chu' people so down about? Oh, ye of little faith! You sure don't have much faith in our master. Watch! Behold! And prepare to be amazed!” Randy said loudly. “In Five! Four! Three! Two! One!” he shouted, but nothing happened, “Wait for it! Wait for it! Now!” Randy shouted, and as the smoke began to dissipate, they could see the outlines of men walking to safety carrying those they saved from the wreckage. Another round of cheers went up, and they were back on top again.

“Hosanna!” shouted Randy.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” everyone shouted with their hearts conjoined.

Doug woke up with Bubba carrying him in his massive arms like the young cowboy was the most precious thing in the world to him. “Bubba, didn't you get my message?” Doug asked softly.

“What message, Buddy?” Bubba asked.

“I told you not to bother with me and save yourself,” Doug said.

“Oh, that message. No, sorry, I never got it. You must have dreamed that one, Honcho. Besides, I ain't let'n you get away from me that easy, Cowboy. I did, however, get a powerful message and a strong admonishment from them ancient critters to wake up and smell them damn roses already growing in my own garden. A man rarely stops and plumbs the depth of how much another person in his life truly means to him until he's faced with the raw possibility of losing that person. I'm sorry this had to happen to you for me to wake up to the realization I don't want to live another day without you in my life. Whether, you realize it or not, perhaps, in an underhanded way, you have been given to me. I know it sounds egotistic and strange, but them ancients arranged this situation for me to save your handsome butt as surely as they sent the great beast of the wilds, Enkidu to Gilgamesh. It's got their signature writ big on this situation.

“It's a universal law, him whose life has been saved by another is obliged to offer himself unto his savior to become his slave for life. I know the kind of man you are, Douglas Dewberry. Your conscience will eat you up inside until this conundrum in your life is resolved. Your personal sense of right and wrong, and your deep belief in the Code of the West and the Cowboy Way, will morally leave you with no other choice but to accept the sound reasoning behind the law, and you will offer yourself to me. I will humbly accept your offer, and I will take you for my own, but have no fear. You won't become just another slave. I will love and protect you. I will carefully and patiently train you to become the husband I want and need, and I promise, I will never let you go until death do us part,” Bubba said, stopped, leaned over, and gave Doug a kiss what singed the hair on his balls. Doug threw his arms around Bubba's neck and returned his kiss with equal passion. Another great cheer, tossing of hats, and stomping of boots happened in the great hall where the Daniels family were watching the video feed from a cow lot in Camp Air, Texas.

End of Chapter 94 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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