2 Weeks Later.

Ranger Moriarty walked along the floor of the canyon. On either side were massive cliffs of thick rock, lined by shades of red and tan. He swept his flashlight's beam along the ground in front of him, and up the walls. It shone into small cracks and caves in the rock, illuminating the shadows.

No matter where he went, he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. It burned in the back of his neck, his baser instinct screaming for him to get out of there. He kept a close eye on his surroundings, his head on a swivel. There was nothing he could see wrong with the place.

But over the past 2 weeks, 6 hikers had gone missing. It was a staggering number, especially in the relatively small and safe to hike park. Moriarty sighed, continuing his trek. The epicenter of all this seemed to be just a few miles north of his station, and he decided to check it out.

There was suddenly a crashing of rock from behind him. He jumped, cursing as he whipped himself around, staring and frantically sweeping the light. "Fuck," He mumbled quietly, seeing a pile of rocks that, if he hadn't been moving at a steady pace, would've crushed him.

It was then that he saw something else. A flutter of movement in his peripheral vision. He quickly turned, seeing something seemingly from his worst nightmares.

A crowd of 7 naked men and women stood before him, with one rather large man at the forefront. They stared him down with feral hunger in their eyes, a look he had seen before in someone doped up on bath salts that had thrown someone into the canyon the year prior.

He slowly began to back away, casting the light onto them. It was then he saw the extent of their forms. He had noticed there was something wrong with them, but couldn't quite understand what until the heavy beam hit them.

The man at the front was 6'4" or more by his best guesses, with tentacle-like cocks snaking through the air. 5 of them to be exact. Behind him, the rest were similar, with a seemingly random massive size, and amount of tentacles, or cocks, he wasn't sure what to call them. The women of the group, if you could call them that, still had the massive members jutting from their crotches, but were accented by a frame to die for. The cup sizes ranged from a DD, to seemingly a jaw-dropping J cup.

He stood there in absolute shock, his jaw slack and his mind numb from what stood before him. They were freaks, and they were now seemingly about to have their way with him.

He had found the answer to the missing hikers.

But he would've preferred they stayed lost.