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“Oh boy….C’mon…” *Thunk, Thunk, Thunk* “C’mon ole girl, you can do it…” *Thunk, Thunk* “Okay...let’s try feet this time…”

The arid interstate was given an echo of a loud clank as someone powerkicked a metal latch open and let its swing all the way to its hinges’ limit before pulling back to step out from the bunk-

Oh it’s a tank. A really rusty one, for that matter.

Who stepped out looked like the combination of a war veteran with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and a homeless man taking refuge in the most ready and available space to their reach, for their choice of wear looked sticky clinging to their lithe body and they were tall enough to make the material stretch past its acceptable limits. One look to their long ears, big feet and wide hips and you got yourselves a kangaroo. But this ‘roo looked a lot more than what looks gave away.

Because he was tall enough to dwarf most others.

“~Boy do I love me some roach in the mo’nin’, killin’ time an’ bakin’ some toasts…~” Their singing could use some work but it was just a pastime so they could take a nice, long leak behind their house and relieve themselves of whatever remained of their bladder before flicking twice and zipping their shorts back up.

“Shit….Might need t’ take a quick list t’ town this round…” The kangaroo eyed their tank, eyeing the empty garbage bag just on the rear end of its withered hide and the stream of empty water bottles. “Mhm, outta water ‘n non perishables. Let’s hope th’ canned goods joint is open, yeah? Cya in a bit, ole girl.” The kangaroo knocked twice on the tank’s side and pulled a hat off of an old lawn chair before strolling towards the main road up ahead. With a knife in his sock, wallet in his pocket and a freshly fished-out cigarette smoking up to ashes in his mouth,

Booga was ready for his day.

He made sure he was on the right side of the street before laying himself out against a road sign that had enough shade to guard the rest of his body from the sun since his hat only got his head, resting like one would under a street light until he caught the sound of traveling tires and stuck his thumb out. As he expected, the first car zoomed right past him, the driver trying to be insulting to him but his gaze was kept low so he didn’t see anyone he recognized. Granted, there was only one person who’d recognize him in these parts, but she was all the way around the world elsewhere and he was here. His attempts to hitchhike were met with three more failures until his fifth throw into the “waters” got a “nibble” from a truck whose driver seemed to be about as filthy as one would expect. But Booga merely hopped into the cabin and let them drive off.

“Where yuh headed, boy?” The driver’s voice sounded marred from cigars and greasy food, and after Booga glanced at them from under his weathered cap he saw them with a cigar loaded in their mouth ready to be smoked but holding off to have a chat first.

“That city up there. Gotta do some shoppin’ ‘n work b’fore I head back home.”

“Yer home wouldn’t happen t’ be that busted ole tanker I saw ‘cross th’ street from yuh, would it? Been hearin’ some funny words ‘bout that rusty thing an’ what goes on in it.”

“Naw, I got kicked out mah las’ ride from an argument that I won. Ole guy didn’t like bein’ told that pineapples on pizza is a’ight if it’s done right.” At this, the old fatass hauling the truck visibly shuddered to the point of goosebumps on his skin.

“I ain’t a man who’d go divin’ headfirs’ int’ stuff like that but that ain’t no reason t’ leave a kind stranger out in this heat.”

“Maybe he got tired o’ mah feet. Not everyday ya see a guy wit’ ma shoe size.”

“Those stompers look like they belong t’ those cartoon clowns yuh watch on TV.”

Booga chuckled, letting his feet kick up on the passenger’s side of the windshield so his soles were more visible. They were long shoes, reaching to the roof of the car in their comical size. Size 22 and looking well-worn to where it was a miracle nothing was torn.

“Mah footies disagree. They look nice ‘n normal.”

“Jus’ make sure yuh don’t go doin’ that on e’eryone, I can smell yer actual stompers from ‘em.”

“An’ I can smell yer ass from here.”

“Heheh. Fair enough.”

They weren’t friends, mind you, just two smelly guys that didn’t care one bit about their own body odor to a point where they didn’t even smell it anymore. And taking jabs at each other’s funk was about as insulting as telling a man made out of garbage that he reeked. The city greeted them before they got too heated “making fun” of each other, Booga bringing his feet down so he could see where he had to be going. His mental list of stops came back to mind and he finally saw a street sign that told him where they were at.

“Ay…..uh, tubby. This next right’ll be where I hop off.”

“Leavin’ so soon? ‘Ere I was thinkin’ we was gonna make a good married couple wit’ our bickerin’.” The driver's mock-hurt got Booga to smirk, leaning back into his seat while the truck turned down the street he needed to step out on. He saw the stripper neon sign ahead and waited until the driver was nearly about to drive past it before tapping them on their fuzzy arm to make ‘em stop.

“A’ight, big guy. Make sure ya don’t go chokin’ people t’ death wit’ yer butt.”

“No promises, big fella.”

“‘Ey, ya better be good ‘r I won’t give ya no treat.”

“I ain’t yo’ dog.”

“Ain’t gotta be a dog t’ be a good boy these days.” The driver laughed things off at that and let Booga step out so he could shut the door to let them leave. He gave them a quick salute before making his way into the club. Despite it being for night entertainment, the door was unlocked and there was no queue to make him wait.

The Net Slit was a rundown place, since the only folks who came in were either greasy slobs like that truck driver, burly thugs that killed first and let their victims ask for mercy last, and mob lords who dragged some of their goons here for a treat from the dancers. While it seemed rather mundane to provide service to such disorderly archetypes, the boss of the place has already told concerned folks like Booga that it did the place well from falling flat on its ass in unpaid debts. So he made sure to bury his thoughts about how the lady being ogled by bikers on stage left looked like she was about to get attacked by a few closest to her feet while he made his way upstairs.

The VIP section was always closed, but today and today only for this week it was a place for Booga to collect jobs for some quick dollar in his pocket. Scummy, but he needed to keep a living going if he ever wanted to secure enough means to repair and refurbish his tank. He hopped over the red rope that said “CLOSED” and found out who he was looking for sitting on the far end in the dark. He strolled right over and took a seat in the light, taking a puff of his cigarette before dumping off the clump of ashes into a nearby tray before letting it burn in his mouth while he waited.

“Jobs are scarce today, Booga. You’re lucky you came in this early.”

“Woulda been ‘ere sooner but ya know how generous folks are t’ hitchhikers.”

“Not my problem. Only thing I can give you is a quick scare job for some sleazeball running the antique shop ‘round town. Getting behind on a few payments that he’s made one too many excuses for. Trash the place, make sure you ransack anything that looks like it’s holding money, and you keep forty percent if it’s clean enough of a getaway.”

Booga took in all this info with a nod, getting the butt of the cigarette out of his mouth to leave in the ashtray while he puffed white smoke out of his snout like an angry dragon. “A’ight. Any suggestions fer what happens if he’s there ‘r comes back while I’m still there?”

“If he’s there, just tie ‘em up. Do whatever you feel is necessary to get the message across. If he’s gone but comes back, just focus on getting money in your pockets and leave. Not like he can fight you off, but he’s got too many connections to cops and too many methods to speed dial ‘em. He’s gotten a few of my associates locked up and I can’t just bail ‘em out without his donations. He won’t expect you.”

“Aye aye.” The ‘roo left things off with a salute and got up, but then he saw a dagger fly past his leg and embed itself into the wall towards the staircase and stopped.

“One last thing. If you see anything….”interesting” in that shop, be sure to bring it around. That old man may be senile, but he knows where to get his goods for traffic in that dump. Could use some of that junk.”

“Noted.” He went up to take the dagger out of the wall, yanking it out and holding it towards his contractor to see if they wanted it back only to be waved off. And now, with an extra weapon on-hand, Booga slipped it into his other sock and headed out of the Net Slit. As he came downstairs, he saw that stage left was out, meaning the dancer was either on break or “on a mandatory rest” that he had to ignore while stage right had everyone’s attention. He stepped out of the front door back into the humid city air and headed up the street.

The antique shop was a rickety-looking dump, sign for it so dated that you can barely tell if it was saying “Louie Jitters’s Loot Dump” or “Loogie To Dump” with its hanging letters and chipped material. But Booga didn’t have to give it any honest critique, since the front door said “Gone to Lunch-Back in 30” and there was no smell of some dirtbag coming out from within the store. So, the ‘roo waited until the sidewalk he stood by was clear before making a quick detour to the alleyway next to the shop and scaling up the wall. With his knife and the dagger, it was easy to dig into holes so that he could clamber up to the old ladder that was busted a while back, swinging his way to the landing below it and making sure to only spend half a second on each rung before getting to the roof. Booga’s ears drooped to his head once he heard the ladder groan in overuse but he was relieved to hear it didn’t give after he already got off.

The door that led up from inside was closed and locked, so the ‘roo simply slipped his new acquaintance into the latch for it so he could crack it and make his way inside. The interior was dark, suggesting that the owner had been gone for a bit and promoting haste in Booga’s step as he made his way down to the main floor. He made sure that any door he ran into had a stopping block in case they locked behind him, for picking locks with knives were more tedious than using a dedicated lockpick for the job, and he didn’t want to bend or blunt his weapons while they were still somewhat fresh.

He sheathed them both once he finally saw he was next to the register, making sure he ducked under the flap that let the owner back there and quickly making a run to its lock with the dagger. Had he only his knife, this would be more of a struggle and left him riddled with cuts, but he was glad his contractor loaned him the item at all, for it made short work of the locked compartment and soon greenbacks of high stakes were revealed and ready to grab. Booga grabbed handfuls of what’d fit and crammed them into his pockets, making sure that nothing was sticking up before getting back on his feet and checking the area.

He left from the Net five minutes ago, and that “I’m Closed” sign was far from fresh, so the ‘roo only had time to quickly knock over some of the big shelves holding some nick-nacks and junk before kicking over some glass lamp filled with purple fluids that seeped into his fur after it broke on his right leg. He hadn’t even seen it from where it had been perched, but its oily substance glowed for a half-second before going dim on him so he left it alone as some lava lamp water. After that, he took a glance to the front and felt his tail hike up in panic before he dashed for the side door once he saw the owner outside across the street. He ignored the tingle that “oil” left on him as he ran up to the roof, quieting down his stride once he heard the guy come in from all the way upstairs and felt a bit of glee as he heard their distraught yell of surprise and anger.

However, he heard their yelling get closer and he decided to bust out from the roof and dashed for the ladder. But color him surprised when he saw that not only was it gone but the landing that had been supporting it was also gone. Like they didn’t exist, not like gone as in rusted enough to fall to the ground below. He cursed, hearing the old man trying to catch up to him, and making Booga think on the fly before he saw an open window just down below. He needed a running start, so he backed up a fair tad before breaking for it. Just as time slowed for everybody when they were leaping for faith, he heard the old man bust through the door to the roof and shout for him to come back.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT! I’LL MAKE SURE I’LL GET YOU ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!” Booga had to tuck himself inwards as he nearly went through the panes rather than the opening it offered, and felt his weapons nearly dig into his ankles hard enough to puncture, but luckily he rolled just in time to avoid not only damaging his tendons but avoid the old shop owner catching where he landed. He let out a sigh at them screaming their head off for payback and waited until he heard their roof’s door shut before relaxing and looking around.

He was in a bathroom that, once he looked to the bathtub, was occupied by a lady covered breast-to-toe in suds and water. She was about to scream now that Booga noticed her, but he just waved her off before heading back out the window. If he went through her place, it’d be disrespectful to her sanctuary and make her feel unsafe. And leaving a lady unsafe was not part of his regime.

When he started making his way down the wall to the ground, his leg began to tingle again and it went numb, nearly making him slip as its effects left it out of his control. He hoped it wouldn’t last long, for he could feel his excessive weight bearing a little too heavily on his handholds, but he breathed out in relief as it passed and he was allowed to move freely. He didn’t need to get low enough to be considered safe to get down-he was a goddamn kangaroo mutant for fuck’s sake-and he hopped down once the window didn’t allow the startled lady to reach down and throw anything at his departing head. His leg thankfully didn’t do that thing when he landed, so he used the shock to sheathe his knife and borrowed dagger before casually making his way out.

It was here where he realized his hat was not on his head.

“Shit….” He loved that hat; it was a gift from his girl back in his favored lands and he’s never had it gone from his head without him taking it off before. He assumed that it fell off when he landed in that bathroom and looked up to see the human woman looking down at him like a crook. So, being himself, Booga had to ask: “So uh...ya wouldn’t happen t’ have a dirty cap in there, would’ja?”

His answer came in the form of water being dumped on his head from a bucket that was also dropped on him before he felt his hat land on him safely like it were a feather.

He ignored the throbbing pain in his skull since it’ll come to pass with a little time, and adjusted his cap so it didn’t look obvious that he just got a nice hit on the head, before he finally got out of the alleyway and made his way for the Net. He was quick to get away from the shop, for he was sure the old man was watching for signs of his tall self, and felt relief at not hearing them hunting him down. His leg didn’t catch a case of sleep on the way back to the club, nor when he got inside after pushing past some rather impatient patreons looking to get inside, but the second he got on the stairs heading up to his contractor his leg was out cold and he had to limp up to the VIP sect. His employer had guests but Booga wasn’t deterred by the presences of other people, even if they made obvious gestures that he smelled bad, so he went to his seat and waited to be regarded.

“How’d it go?” The man in the dark asked, his company of two strippers squirming a little as they looked at Booga like he was some sort of thug that’d probably chew them out like gum.

“Had a bit o’ a slip up on th’ way out but I got out mostly clean. Old man came back b’fore I could really do some damage t’ his place but I looted th’ reg’ jus’ like ya asked.” Booga patted his pockets, getting the silhouette in front of him to lean forward in apparent interest.

“Well now, you thought of efficiency over presentation. And here I thought I would have to ask someone else to handle getting the funds owed. How much was it?”

The kangaroo grabbed the fistfuls of bills, glad none of them were soggy from that stranger dumping her bath water on him, and laid them out on the table between him and his boss. He did a head count and saw $467 before his boss made a noise of approval.

“Hmph. Should have known that old scumbag was holding out on me. Anyway, I’ll give it another month before we give him another shakedown for the rest. Here’s your cut as promised.” Booga held back a look of joy as he saw almost $190 get slid towards him for his taking. Just when he grabbed the bills, a dagger sank itself next to his arm and he looked up to see the man an inch from revealing his face. “What’s that on your leg?”

The marsupial looked down and saw his leg was glowing a bit brighter now, matted fur showing discolored veins that he shrugged off since all it’s done has left his leg numb. “Probs some numbing agent. Been makin’ ma leg fall under since it got on me ‘n it hasn’t done much else.”

“Wash it off first chance you get. I don’t want you coming to complain that you got yourself infected with something you could have prevented. Now go, I can’t have my entertainment perform if they can smell you being noxious.” Booga shrugged once more and made his get away, noticing that his ailed leg was suddenly heavier but continued to play off that it was asleep as he pocketed his funds and made his way downstairs. The Net was filling up with patreons, but as he looked into the dimly lit crowd, he swore he saw something with purple eyes glare at him at the corner of his eye only to turn and see nothing. The ‘roo shrugged and got a move on.

Outside, it was hard to just be casual that your leg was asleep, because being a kangaroo made it very obvious that your leg was in the way of others. Booga apologized to the umpteenth pedestrian in a row who nearly went face-first on the pavement from his long foot as he saw a bus stop. He knew he had a five and a couple singles so he would afford a trip down towards the end of the line, so he hauled himself into the bus stop and laid himself out on the bench as it was empty. He used the alone time to order his money so it didn’t go flying away from him, and brought his fare up first just in time for someone to step into the area.

It was a human, as everyone was except for Booga, but they reminded him of that lady that he came across leaving the antique shop in terms of general distaste that Booga was there with them. In fact, they turned and showed their sneering face at him, to which he just waved at them, and looked away when they realized he wasn’t fazed by them. He’s been in this city plenty times around and it was common for some stranger to just not accept that he was different on the eyes. The ‘roo only had the bus driver to worry about, and once they pulled up he made sure his charm was down so it didn’t look like he was trying to impress them as he hauled himself up the stairs.

He could see the place was full, knowing he’d get put into the back no matter where he wanted to be situated, and hurried to pay his fare before grabbing his bus pass and and limping to the back. Passengers looked, gasped, contorted their faces in disgust or just coughed while he walked past, nearly going face-first to the floor when he made his way up to the back seats and felt the bus start up without him getting seated. The group on the last few seats vacated the second he noticed that they had a few spots fresh for the taking, so he used their departure to rest his leg while he was there. He glanced around, seeing everyone looking at him like he was suddenly gonna start kicking everyone like he were a savage beast, but only looked out the window to watch where he was headed.

The route took a bit longer in terms of getting where he needed to go, but Booga dealt with it enough to not mind that it led to him passing through spots that he had some...shaky history in so he could get around. His leg eventually recovered from its forced nap, so the ‘roo actually sat up straight so people would stop looking at his big shoe and saw his stop coming up and pulled the rope to let the driver know that. With both legs operational, it was easy to cross the way to the rear view door so he could get out-much to the chagrin of the people he passed and had to stand by until the bus stopped-and nearly hopped out like his species’ keepsake once the doors opened.

Booga saw the burger joint ahead of him and he almost rushed inside before remembering that it might put his leg to sleep and opted out of that in exchange for just walking. His limb didn’t go slack on the way in, so he was grateful it was taking its time making travel a bit difficult as he got up to the register.

Wasn’t a lot of people inside, but being packed or almost empty didn’t matter to Booga since he got stares all the time. Guess people just aren’t used to someone being different, in spite of him coming around here for quite a few months since being around the city limits.

“What’ll it be?” Luckily for him, the cashier was more than aware that he wasn’t some alien from outer space and didn’t treat him like one. She was a nice redhead, short too even by comparison to Booga, so he made sure to get casual leaning on the countertop.

“Triplestack wit’ cheese, no pickles, large fry ‘n large root beer.” His order was to keep him up and running for the rest of the day so he didn’t have to deal with it until tomorrow around this time, so he had to make sure he ate as much as possible in one sitting.

“$8.64, sir.” He fished out a twenty spot from his pocket and slid it towards her hand, getting her to pluck it up, check it for authenticity, and gather change for him to pocket. “Comin’ right up.”

“Thank ya kindly.” Booga stood up straight and made his way for the seats. There was a family of six doing their best to ignore that he was in the store despite their youngest member pointing him out like he were a walking animatronic they wanted to play with; there was a couple of college kids trying to do their homework, eat and make sure he wasn’t walking up to them since he had to get past; and there was a lovey-dovey pair near the back awkwardly kissing as if he was coming over to take the girl from the guy. Granted, she had good looks-great hair that went down her back, nice rack, good figure and eyes that, had they not been filled with fire, shone in the natural lighting-but she could never be his Tank Girl.

Naw, nobody can.

He was given quite the shake out of his thoughts on where to sit by a thick arm grabbing him towards a seat, and only when he heard a familiar voice did he desist from holding his knife.

“Well well, if it ain’t Big Feet…” The trucker from earlier. Must have been on break or off-work to be here. Booga smiled and wrenched himself outta their greasy grasp and dusted himself off.

“Well well, if it ain’t Tubby Cheeks.”

“Only cheeks yuh’ll see this big in town, feller.”

“That a fact?”

“It sure is.” The ‘roo didn’t need a rocket scientist to know that he was doing something to this guy to make him this friendly, for truckers don’t even act so gracious as to greet their past passengers that they were happy to see them-in however way they did it-though Booga felt his leg get into that numb state and the effect could be felt crawling up his thigh.

“So ...been a good boy?”

“Told yuh I ain’t no dog ...But yeah, I ain’t sit on nobody, I swear on muh dead Pa.”

“Hell happened t’ ‘im?”

“Stampede. Ole man ain’t make it but muh li’l brother did. Still hate callin’ ‘im since he loves to mope ‘bout bein’ th’ reason we ain’t got our Pa around no mo’.”

“Farmer type?”

“Naw, I quit that life fer gas-guzzlin’ trucks. Res’ o’ muh folks stayed behind. Shames fer them, they missin’ out on some quality food.” The man reached down and plucked his half-eaten heart attack of a burger off the tray it resided on, licking his cheese sauce-covered lips clean before taking a big chomp off of it and bringing it back down to chew.

“They mus’ be starvin’ if yer callin’ this place quality.” Not like there was anything wrong with it in Booga’s eyes, but he knows fast food was about as healthy as the man sitting next to him.

“It’s too hot ‘round where they stay. Food’ll probably be hard t’ grow if th’ sun don’t cool down ‘r if it don’t rain no time soon.” The trucker’s mouth was still full when he said that, so meat chunks went flying into Booga’s face before he found a napkin that wasn’t dirty from the fat man’s fingers to wipe off what got on his fur.

“Jus’ wish ‘em luck. Pretty sure they’d be knockin’ on yer door if they really got it bad.” The human thought for a moment, looking off into the distance just as Booga was brought his food by his favorite cashier. “Thanks, toots. That’s fer you.” He slid a ten into her pocket for a tip, leaving him to unwrap his burger and dive in with a bite that got him straight to the halfway mark.

“An’ here I thought I was th’ only one ‘ere that took big bites o’ muh food.” The trucker laughed, making his jutting belly jiggle as it stuck out from under his shirt. “Must be ah good dinner guess when yuh go out on dates finishin’ food wit’ ah mouth like that.”

“I didn’t know it was funny...but uh, I don’t get invited t’ stuff. I’m a kangaroo taller than everybody that’s normal, remember?”

That seemed to bring the human out of his jolly mood, taking a better look at Booga before having a look of revelation dawn on his face. “Wait, this ain’t ah suit?”

“Naw ...I'm an actual kangaroo, dude.”

“...” The human went into some sort of daze that left him silent as he stared out the window, so Booga went back to eating. Not sure why or how the guy honestly thought that this fur, this tail and these feet were just part of some realistic animatronic gig that he got roped into doing, and frankly it hurt thinking that’s what the fat guy presumed when they first met because the last time Booga got confused for a mechanical bot for entertainment he had to deal with angry parents for a kid’s birthday party and he did not get out of there clean.

Oh well.

His burger was gone in two more bites, feeling the heft of the meat working their magic in his gut and giving him the nutrients he needed for the day. His metabolism worked funny, but it was systematic once one knew how to eat. Takes twenty four hours for Booga to feel hungry again after being left half full and double that time if he is, so when he dove into his fries he ate them sparingly to let them pile into his innards.

When he was down to a few handfuls, the human came to and tapped his hand with their own greasy one, so Booga offered them some to eat while he scarfed the rest down. When he was about to dive into his root beer, he heard them speak.

“I’ll be damned ...ah real, talkin’, livin’ kangaroo. An’ ‘ere I thought muh day wouldn’t stop gettin’ funnier e’er since I picked yuh up on th’ highway.”

“Oh really?” Booga slurped as quietly as he could, since the fizzling liquid was too well-made to just gulp down like a bottle of jack. Actually gotta take his time so the bubbling feeling didn’t come out his nose.

“Yep. Ran int’ some funny-looking boy that liked fat guys so I indulged ‘im until he had his fun. Left me some fair pay fer drivin’ i’m around in ah circle so I came ‘ere after seein’ ah light show from old man Jitters’ shop.”

Booga coughed on his next gulp of root beer as he heard “old man” and gasped from the connection, feeling his leg go numb immediately and make things feel worse. The fat man patted him on the back as best he could and soon the ‘roo burped into the bend of his arm before he wiped his eyes clear of any tears. “Thanks fer that ...What's this shop yer on about?”

“Junk shop. Tryna sell folks th’ kinda shit yuh’d see in ah museum claimin’ t’ be magical.”

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. And as if his day couldn’t try biting him in the ass later, Booga’s leg problem had reached his crotch and he doubled over from the raging tingle that washed over his junk. He grit his teeth, trying not to make a scene as he tried to play it off as inner thigh pain so no onlookers thought he was trying not to get aroused, like the fat trucker next to him wondering if he was alright.

“I’m good...j-jus’ need t’ piss…” The ‘roo hurried over to the bathroom nearby, feeling his leg try to make him trip on the way but there were plenty of handholds for him to use as leverage on his way to get through the door.

Empty. Thank fuck.

Booga knew he wouldn’t be able to angle himself right in a urinal, so he tumbled into a stall that wasn’t out of order and shut the door before leaning against it. His leg was still out of commission but he could still use it as a means to stay up while he reached for his fly. The tingling was down to a calm but it was still there in the background like quiet music as he unzipped to let his bulge free. His dick...was….

Glowing.

The ‘roo thought this was a mutant thing and that the antique shop simply brought out a form of stress in him that ignited it, but even in his concerned mind he knew that wasn’t true, as the glow was purple and matched his leg in looking like he worked it out to its limit with veins bulging out from the surface. It didn’t hurt none, but he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to like the fact that his cock was now its own night light.

“If you want it gone….cum.” Booga’s ears flopped like bunny ears searching around for who spoke, even peeking his head over the door behind him to see if anyone had come in and finding no one. Was that in his he- “Yes, I am in your mind. You freed me from my prison so I took refuge within your endowment when I sensed my captor was returning. Now climax, I’m losing my grip on this chat as is.”

...Booga hoped he wasn’t gonna need a therapist after today.

The kangaroo watched his cock’s bioluminescent flesh surge to life, growing erect despite him not even stroking it and coming well past its usual ten inches to a whopping sixteen. He stared at it, wondering why it grew if all that happened was some presence taking .possession of it. He found himself scratching his head, for wrapping around this situation was like trying to make a knife resist pure lemon juice.

“Hurry up, before my captor’s assailant finds us and makes our day worse.” Assailant? Now Booga was even more worried. He hated being hunted down-it made him feel icky above all else to feel about it-and when he tried to think of a who or what, his mind played back the moment he thought he saw something staring at him in the dark main area of the club with purple...eyes…

“Yes, that’s who. Now stroke, dammit.” Booga wasn’t gonna argue with them since they’ve been right on the ball with their explanations and claims, so he got busy. His dick was already sweaty from being packed into his damp underwear, so it was just a matter of pleasing it. Which seemed easier than normal, for every stroke that brushed those purple veins made his cock head shoot precum all over the toilet. Holy shit, his balls felt like overflown tanks!

Booga kept going, finding that listening to something in your head telling you to jerk off was a good idea since he didn’t even remember the last time he bust a nut in anything. He can get laid, but his partner has to be out of it with drugs or liquor, or so desperate they don’t even care he’s a kangaroo so he’s gone some nights with his hand and socks. This moment, where he could get caught at any point and knowingly get exposed since his discharges were like mini hose blasts, had his dick tingling some more and he swore he felt it get thicker in his grasp. But he was too busy hitting the base of his crotch to truly care what happened and found himself near the edge.

“They’re coming ...hurry…” The voice was even urging him on, so he did his best to pump smarter instead of harder. He focused on the mushroom head, brushing over it at a constant so it didn’t get allowed to adapt to one lone sensation of a rough palm, and found it working for his precum kicked up a notch. Soon, he brought his free hand to his nuts and pulled them down as he gave himself a few more blurry strokes, and bit back a shout as he let loose.

He aimed for the toilet water, glad it wasn’t already decently filled for it would have overflown with how much joey spunk he shot at once in one stream before another left that drooling slit, and had to flush it down twice just so all of it stayed off the floor. Booga let out a sigh once it was over, feeling like he just let out a whole lot more than the normal stress.

“Now you can tame your friend.” That caught Booga off-guard and he looked up at his skull.

“Uh, what friend?” The bathroom door slamming open answered that for him, the sudden waft of grease, sweat and shame catching into the ‘roo’s snout and making him recognize that the intruder was the trucker.

“Buddy….? You in…? The nice manager said I could come in….” His voice sounded ...way off, and even Booga could tell-in the height of his afterglow-that there was something very wrong with the guy. He heard them fiddle with the door knob to his stall, so he tried to fake a voice to make it seem like he was someone else.

“Occupied, sir.” There was silence, and for a moment Booga wondered if this had been a stupid idea since his feet were visible down below, only to be proven right as they continued banging on the door.

“Open up...let’s relax a little…” Booga felt the atmosphere grow a little more tense than it should, feeling like he had been ripped from the world and left on his own in this restaurant bathroom with a fat stranger trying to do “something” with hi-

“Listen closely. You need to dominate him. The force controlling him is going to use him as a host to get to you and eventually me and I don’t want that. And I’m sure you don’t wanna know what it’s like to have your soul ripped out of your body, do you?” Booga gulped. He didn’t want any ripping of anything transpiring at all. Period.

“H-hell no…” The trucker kept banging, sounding like his fists were getting impatient with his stalling in the stall.

“Leave the stall, get them to bend to your whim or simply get them in position to be bent and take them. I know it sounds like rape, but if they get their hands on you then all is lost. Do you understand?” The human’s voice got more and more distorted from whatever had taken him over, so Booga was seeing less and less reason to call whoever this was in his mind crazy.

“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll do it.”

“Then GO!” Just as the voice shouted, Booga got the urge to fall back out of the stall as a means to stun the man trying to get in, so he kicked the door as hard as he could and succeeded in making it go forth against its hinges and smack right into the man. Booga nearly froze as he saw what they had become in the short time frame of him being gone.

They were even fatter than before, stomach nearly touching the ground as they knelt down recovering from the dazing blow; they had patches of fur growing on the body at irregular rates to a point where it was clearly unnatural; their face was mangled in between changing into a muzzle-which Booga noticed was a bear’s from the nose-and staying normal which made the poor trucker all the more disfigured; and with his limbs steadily trying to change from being human to what he was being forced to become, he looked as much as a mess as Booga did when he was drunk.

His analysis was cut short when they got back on their feet, glaring his way with a sick smile with purple eyes while their erection-which Booga took a fleeting glance at-was a steady foot and a half and growing from the looks of it.

“Let’s play, buddy…~” Their voice was tinged with the growl of a bear, so it was safe to assume playing along was not gonna get Booga out of this clean. In fact, they lunged for him just after they spoke and he dashed into the other stall and locked the door before climbing to the lid. Right away, the door was punched in and nearly hit his legs before colliding with the toilet bowl and having its momentum cut, bringing the ‘roo to jump into the next stall for safety.

The bear-human was too far gone to focus that they were being duped up until they broke into the final stall and saw no one in it. Then before they could search for their prey, Booga appeared from next door and kicked them inside, leaving them to bash their head into the wall keeping the toilet rooted and their pants to visibly tear apart as they continued to be morphed. Booga shut the door behind him so the fat trucker didn’t have any turning room. They were dazed again, so it left him to gaze at their ass while his cock began to glow again.

“Commence the act before they recover.” The voice was quick to remind him, and with good reason as he had been lost in watching those cheeks ripple and swell with more and more mass, so he snapped out of his own daze and got posed at those globes. As fur began to pop out from the skin, the trucker began to snarl in the kind of distorted voice that Booga’d hear in his nightmares.

“No! I wanna play with you. I wanna make you mine….” The bear parts were getting clearer, so Booga cut to the chase before the trucker ended up doing him in with talking alone, bringing his engorged dick into their ass lubed only by pre and leftovers from his last load. They snarled, noise reverberating all over the walls until the whole bathroom shook, yet Booga kept pushing until he was sure he was deep enough to be unable to get pushed out by the muscles trying to stop his advances.

“Good. You’ve initiated domination. Make them cum first and this will be a surefire shot to making them concede, however if you cum before them they can take over at your moment of weakness an-”

“Yeah yeah, don’t give them any advantages, got it.” Booga heard a hurt scoff go off in his head but he was already getting busy, wide hips able to handle the sheer ass that was trying to cushion the force of his thrusts. He knew he was supposed to get the bear off, but it was hard to determine where he should aim since all they did was snarl at him in whichever direction he went, so playing trial and error was the best bet he had towards finding how to make the guy tick. By the time he was letting off some precum, the transformation had been completed and he was fucking a full on bear.

“I will...have you...boy...and your little friend too.” That last bit was surely whoever the voice in Booga’s head was so up the wall about, so he made sure to deliver a slap to the fat bear’s ass to make him shush.

“How ‘bout no, fatass?” The effort to keep this up was proving to be taxing to the ‘roo, since he had yet to experience a nice piece of ass like this in a good while and having it thrust upon him in a way that he couldn’t just relax and enjoy it made it difficult to simply adapt. Even the bear could tell, and they made sure he wasn’t out scot-free with their hips shoving back towards his crotch and trying to swallow every bit of dick that could get through those voluptuous globes keeping him from hitting balls deep.

“You will not win. That spirit will be mine.” Booga felt sweat bead into his fur as his balls were getting ready to kick up a load. The demon bear or whatever he was knew he was losing it, and kept on making sure their voice was deep enough to vibrate his dick and give him more pleasure. Finally, just as Booga was sure he was gonna nut-

“Hold on.” Booga slowed down, pushing it at a snail’s pace since the bear was doing most of the moving at this point, and then he felt his dick nudge downwards. Right away, the ursine froze and began to growl again. “So that’s it. The entity possessing this human’s been hiding their nerves from you. Follow my lead.”

“On it…” Booga didn’t think this was gonna turn into a sex ed class already, but it looks like tangling himself with forces he barely understood’s gonna grant him a one-way ticket to the padhouse if he ever told anyone about it.

“Thrust left.” The ‘roo made sure his dick didn’t miss a beat, seeming to go straight only to go ramming full-force as directed and getting the bear to moan for the first time.

“You won’t s-stop me…”

“Down.” The resulting impact left the ursine just about ready to stop bing so defiant to his fate, going from pushing back as hard as he could to just standing there.

“I...w-won't ...let you...win…” The bear’s resolve was slipping, so the voice in Booga’s mind grew more confident and shouted:

“Up!” Booga went in with all he had, feeling the pressure welling around his dick lifting and letting him relax while the chubby guy began to whimper. Their voice lost that intimidating duality and the trucker’s human voice was starting to show.

“Do me in r-real good, boy….Fuck, been needing some fun…”

“Finish them.” The ‘roo didn’t need no telling twice, slamming forth with everything packed into the power and the bear roared like a lion as they came. Cum sprayed out of their cock, getting all over the toilet and floor from the force and leaving Booga to try and find someplace to safely step around the pool in case it was bad to touch while he kept on making them blow from the thrusts following. Suddenly, his dick went from being only pleasantly aroused to needing-to-nut-asap aroused and Booga hit in one more time before his cock did just that. It was safe to do so, so he let out a sigh of relief as the pressure of the moment left him with the spunk that splattered all over inside the bear’s ass. He couldn’t tell if any got in their saggy gut but he wasn’t hoping too much on that. Just to have this be over and done with.

“You’ve freed them. The presence within them has left. Flee this building, they have surely rallied the entire place to rend me from your body.” Booga gulped, pulling out of the trucker-turned-bear and watching his dimly lit dick drool onto their butt before coming to a stop.

“How do I get out? I came here on a bus, not in some wheels.” This was aimed at the voice, but the man before him thought it was for him and answered.

“Keys ...in my ...pocket….” The ‘roo looked down into the mess and noticed the bear’s discarded pants. Thankfully, there was no cum on the keys after fishing around in those deep pockets for a bit. Just when he was about to open the door and leave, he heard the voice again.

“Leave him with an anchor of your presence on him. The entity may take him over despite his generosity and there’d be no telling what happens next.” That got Booga to pause, trying to think of what on him he could just leave with the bear if the voice was talking about something physical. His shirt was a no-go, nor his hat. And he loved his shoes to death ...but…

The trucker was greeted to the wet flop of a sweaty sock hitting him on the nose, its pungent presence on his face making him quiver hard enough to cum on the spot. “Fuck yeah, that’s th’ stuff…~”

“An’ they call me a freak…” Booga left the big guy with that, hearing them growl and seeing the stall floor at their feet get even more soaked in seed before he left the bathroom. Right away he jumped in surprise at what he saw.

The entire restaurant was a myriad of animals; from raccoons to avians to the cashier that served Booga food being a red panda and the rest being a mix of cat and dog species. The only thing they had the same to their persons was their glowing, purple eyes that locked onto Booga even as he moved away from them all being posed to come into the bathroom but frozen in place.

“Why ...?” The voice cut him off before he could finish the question.

“You conquered the pack leader of this brigade, so they are lost and henceforth unable to operate.”

Booga stepped outside, seeing stragglers that were near the restaurant were also animals with humanoid bodies and staring him down as he looked around the parking lot for the trucker’s ride since they didn’t come in a truck. “But I thought th’ bear was bein’ controlled by one...thing. Wouldn’t it make more sense fer ‘em t’ take control o’ somebody else t’ keep tryna take ya from me?”

“They already latched onto one mortal. If they tried extending their control after you extracted it from that bear to others, they would be too weak. They can only command at this point, and until we get someplace safe that command will continue to keep breaking the veil and making you a prime target.”

“A prime target fer what…?” Why is this happening? Why Booga? Why’s his dick possessed and why is everyone that he’s staring at staring back at him as taxidermied animals on two legs? Questions rained down on his brain and made his head hurt, but at least he found the trucker’s car-which happened to be a soccer mom car-that reeked of his odor once Booga got inside. He ignored the sweaty driver seat and hurried to get the keys into the ignition, the engine purring to life and letting him pull out the lot and onto the street.

“To begin, this is happening because you released me and another from the bottle you broke in Jitters, whose real name is Rha’Caldir-and a very dangerous warlock from a time thought forgotten. When you made your escape from their shop, you allowed my opposing enemy to roam free and bring the magic user’s attention the fact that you were leaving with me so balance couldn’t be restored. And now they plan on shifting things to their whim and the world as you know it is starting to become clear.”

“....” Booga was still lost, so the voice sighed in exasperation to continue.

“You broke a bottle. You got me on your leg instead of someone worse. The thing that was someone worse is taking over the citizens of this city and revealing their true identities. Someone even worse is behind the activity and you are the focal point between them both.”

“Again…..why me…?” The ‘roo could barely believe he got himself mixed up with something as convoluted as a battle between evil spirits, an evil magician and people turning into ...into…

“Furries. They’re turning into furries. They used to be human as you perceived them, but in reality they’re all furries that your mind simply hadn’t processed until the veil was lifted off with your encounter back there. You aren’t native to this realm, are you?”

“Uh ...no...I came from someplace else where e’erybody was mutant freaks instead o’....furries as ya say.” And in that place, it was less about civility and more about staying alive. Now it’s a battle of who had control over bodies and making sure it was fuck or be fucked.

“Yes. Since you were not of this realm, you were immune to the spell cast over the citizens that hid their real forms from you, as a means to keep them protected from your influence….”

“My…’influence’?” Booga made a quick turn as the road ahead was blocked by parked cars, doing his best to both speak, focus on the road and find the way out of this city. It’d be easier, but some purple veil was covering all the street signs and the adrenaline rush wasn’t allowing Booga to focus on the environment to recognize where he was specifically. “But I’m not magic, ya know that.”

“You are not, yet you are.”

“Imma need ya t’ put that in English, voice.”

“You are right, you are not magic. But you being you instilled a measure of power in your being that not even I can tamper with. If we’re being honest here, had you not run away from the shop, you probably could have done away with this whole mess if you dominated Rha’Caldir while my enemy was still taking him over.”

“Why…?” The voice groaned from the excessive questions, Booga pushing a sense of apology towards them so he didn’t parrot over a physical one.

“Because that’s how power is obtained, maintained and controlled in this world. Domination. Sex. If the veil could lift sooner, you’d see that all these dreary human settlements are not what you think they are but the moral is you have the power to dominate anyone thanks to your blood.”

“So what, ma blood can cure th’ thing that’s making people turn int’ furries?”

“Uh, no. The veil was an old spell cast by someone long ago to prevent tourists from realizing the truth and taking advantage of the citizens and now that you’ve released the locks the spell is broken. Everyone’s staying a furry.”

“....I really wish ya made this sound less like a history lesson.” Booga’s nose was starting to itch from smelling ass everywhere he turned his head, aiding in making his head throb from the constant information being absorbed into its matter like a masochistic sponge.

“I’m sorry, but I’d rather not dump this into your brain while you slumber and I thought you’d be more open to being told you can save this world from being a totalitarian society run by Rha’Caldir and my enemy.”

“Tell me this, how come when I let ya out, why didn’t they try t’ jump in wit’cha?”

“The powers that be are limited to one power source at a time. I took to your body immediately, so my enemy took to Rha’Caldir.”

“So that old fart’s a furry warlock type o’ deal now?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect….” Booga was starting to see less buildings around him, seeing the Net Slit on his way and nearly having a mind to stop by and check on his contractor.

“Don’t. It would be wise to simply evacuate the city so my enemy cannot mob you while we’re still in the clear with the veil’s shattering. When everything is as normal as it would be had you been a citizen, then we can come back.”

“So then ...wouldn't they jus’ attack me again?”

“Now that you’re aware you can break their hold on others, no. They can’t risk losing their temporary hosts or they’d be too weak to continue contesting me, so they’re holding away with simply aiding in the veil being lifted.”

“This reminds me o’ when I firs’ mutated….” That hadn’t been fun; he had only been doing his daily kangaroo thing out in the outback and suddenly everything was smoke and dust and radiation. “E’erythin’ goin’ t’ hell…”

“We’re getting close….” Booga looked up and saw the highway that led towards city limits and sped down since it was mostly clear on the way. Now that he wasn’t being taught by a teacher in his mind, he could see the skies were getting purplish and carried an air of evil. So much for trying to air out the trucker stink.

“Can ya at leas’ tell me what we’re gonna do now that we’re makin’ progress towards someplace safe?”

“We’re going to take control of the population and combat Jitters and my enemy. We must gather forces, contest many others who share even a fraction of your capabilities, and see to it that balance is restored properly instead of biased as Rha’Caldir intends.”

“Feels like I’m gearin’ up fer th’ big bad boss o’ a video game, an’ I’m way too underleveled.”

“Do not fear, Booga. I will be with you every step of the way, and if I somehow can’t then you have my will and my strength by your side.”

“‘Ey, how come ya ain’t tell me yer name yet ya dug through ma brain an’ found mine?” The ‘roo felt that was a bit unfair, even if they were finally on their way to his tank.

“You never asked.”

“...Fair.”

“Besides, in English my name is impossible to pronounce, so let’s stick to calling me Jorvha. It marks what I am.”

“Don’t ya have a body t’ do stuff wit’?”

“Not anymore. Lost with time, me and my enemy lived through the millennia as spirits while our bodies rotted to dust, constantly waging battles to keep peace from being disturbed by our forces. We were at a full stalemate until you freed us, and now my enemy is gathering power to defeat me once and for all.”

“...Yah know, I’m startin’ t’ wonder if yer th’-” Booga didn’t even get to finish that valid hypothesis before he felt his brain get slapped and leave his whole head drumming in a pain he regretted at every avenue. “Fuckin’ CHRIST! Easy on ma brain.”

“Next time, don’t think I’m evil. If I was, I wouldn’t be so willing to keep you from being someone’s slave. I’m merely your guide, not your master nor do I aim to be more.” Booga’s head continued to feel like it was being beaten with a sledgehammer as he found his tank off-road, zooming off the street and carefully driving towards its rusty presence. “Good. Once we’re inside, I can show you what I am without risking an attack.”

“How is ma tank a safe place from any o’ that?” Booga brought the car to a park and hurried out, breathing in the fresh air with heaves from his mouth before he remembered he was supposed to be going into his tank and climbing up to the open latch and hopping inside. He remembered to close it and then all was dark.

Until he turned his Christmas lights on to shed some light inside.

Dirty clothes, a worn mattress, a fridge running on a mini-generator and just other dirty clothes were inside, Booga making sure he got situated on his bed before flinging his shorts off. They smelled like the trucker but the voice didn’t chastise him on his life ethic.

“Your home is marked as your domain, so no one can take over it. Now, as I promised…” Booga saw his dick start glowing again, and with a tingle that felt like cool air being pushed out of his crotch, he saw an ethereal being extend from his body until they settled just before the ‘roo. They slowly materialized into something better and more recognizable, wide hips and long ears instantly getting Booga to think kangaroo while the rest of their body was covered in ancient regal clothing that looked to belong in a museum based around Egypt. Once they were done forming, their face showed to be a damn near splitting image of Booga except with a brighter “fur” tone.

“Whoa ...Are you…?”

“I felt this was more up to your standard of feeling welcome, so I went with it. I am not a kangaroo naturally-I am simply an entity with no concernable identity otherwise-so let’s not get hopeful that you’re some descendent of a god, hmm?”

“Way t’ burs’ ma bubble….” It’s not that Booga had high hopes on that happening, but knowing that even thinking of it was a lost cause was a fool’s idea made him feel bad.

The voice didn’t seem to like him being sad and apologized. “Look, I know it must feel weird to be special yet not special. But in reality, you’re a lot more of the former than the latter thanks to your unique transformation.”

“Such as ...?” As far as Booga was concerned, he was no different from a furry than he was from that trucker who turned into a bear while he was balls deep in their ass.

“You became a furry by changing from an animal, as opposed to being a human before turning into a furry. So you hold more power from your mutation than anyone in the city holds on their own.”

“So me bein’ an unnatural furry means somethin’?”

“More or less.”

“Sweet.” No, that was genuine appreciation. It was tough just being a really tall kangaroo with nothing going for him other than strength, speed, quick wits and really strong feet. “What else should I know though? I know there’s more.”

“Well, friend Booga, your body odor-as demonstrated earlier with your smelly associate-has a power over others too. If you feel that sex would not be necessary in the future battles to come, you can always use something of yours that carries your rather...distinctive aroma.”

“Why’re ya talkin’ ‘bout it like ya can smell it?”

“Hey, I may be a powerful spirit, but I can still use my senses. It’s not on your level of understanding is all.”

“You can jus’ tell me it smells bad. Only girl I need t’ hear from ‘bout any opinion o’ me is-”

“Tank Girl?” At this, Booga glared at Jorvha and looked ready to close his legs if that’d snap them back into his head rather than being out in mummy wrappings, old regalia and an overbearing presence.

“Listen, I didn’t ask ya t’ go diggin’ ‘round in ma head fer ma business.” Jorvha held up his hands defensively and backed away a bit.

“My apologies, Booga. I needed confirmation that you were simply not another kangaroo native to the region and learning of her and where you’re really from convinced me. I promise that’s all the invading of your privacy that I did.”

“Uh-huh….” Booga didn’t buy any of that, but he wasn’t one to hold grudges. Just a very obvious distaste whenever the subject matter is being brought up or talked about behind his back. It’s rather rude. He laid back on his bed, trying to keep a calm head, while he sensed Jorvha moving to his side like some sort of concerned bed partner.

“Booga, please….”

“Hmm….”

“I know that part of your life is personal, but wouldn’t be rather futile to put your hopes in someone you thought was special but turned out not to be so as opposed to the opposite?”

Booga thought on that; if he was in Jorvha’s shoes, then it’d probably feel like he just chased fool’s gold pushing himself into someone’s body only to find out they were easily influenced by stronger beings. Though it wasn’t much of his place to concur so he just shrugged.

“I guess….”

“So trust me when I say that you are a lot more than just special to me. In my eyes, you are my last hope at making sure this world doesn’t become a battle of who fucks best and hardest-it is a reality doomed to collapse on itself yet my enemy sees it as a means to ensure control. I need you to be my champion. To help me stop them and Rha’Caldir from making this world a cesspool of semen and shame.” During that inspirational monologue, Jorvha had situated himself above Booga and when the ‘roo opened his eyes wondering why it was so bright he was startled to see how close the spirit was. He would have spoken, but they kept going. “Please. Be my champion. I beg of you. I’ve lost too much to this war and I’d rather not see your world fall victim.”

“What d’ya mean ma world?”

“If my enemy succeeds, they were travel to other realms like where you originate and take over as well.”

Booga got a flash of Tank Girl being turned into a furry against her will and forced to be some sort of slave for whoever this other entity was, his blood coming to a steaming boil within. “Fuck no, I’m not lettin’ that happen.”

“Then do you accept my offer to aid in bringing this world back to as it was before you came across me?”

Honestly, there was a hint of a thought as to what was wrong with a world that ran on fucking other people for power and not having to worry about being killed to boost someone else’s street cred, but Booga had a feeling that was a result of whoever his new enemy was and not just a random thought and shook his head. “Yeah, I’ll help ya.”

Jorvha’s joy was being suppressed by the smile he had on his face, for Booga could feel it in the back of his mind and could tell his decision brought them great relief. “Thank you, my friend. If I wasn’t a spirit, I’d kiss you.”

“Huh, never took ya t’ be an affectionate one.”

“I ...get lonely fighting someone for centuries, apologies. My thoughts may blend with yours from time to time, but rest assured that you will stay true to yourself. And no, I can’t possess someone else so we can have sex and the like.”

Booga groaned at that, reduced to laying spread eagle on the bed to further dramatize that he was not a fan of not being able to do things with Jorvha. “That’s no fair! Woulda been nice t’ have someone around that got down an’ dirty wit’ me at least. Not gonna feel worth it fuckin’ folks so they don’t fuck me.”

“Fret not, my friend. I take refuge within your brain and your endowment. Your pleasure is my pleasure in a sense so in reality we’re constantly in a frot whenever you get frisky with another person.”

“I...guess that works?” Not gonna be the same as getting heated with an ancient spirit but Booga can dream.

“Yes, I suppose dreaming of me in a body works out.”

“What’d I tell ya ‘bout bein’ in ma thoughts?”

“Again, apologies. Anything you recently think about, I will see even if I try to hide elsewhere. So anything personal, I’d advise against bringing to mind.”

“Ugh...fine...Still wonderin’ what else ya can do t’ ma dick besides make it grow an’ poke people in th’ sweet spot.” Jorvha was silent for that, leaving Booga to wonder if they were simply trying to think without allowing him to listen in on it since they were connected. Then, a surge of growth happened within Booga’s briefs and he felt like his dick turned into a dumbbell.

“Growth, texture and arousal. All I can do at this preliminary stage of us being entwined. Further down the line, we will grow together and I can do more.” The sudden growth spurt was reverted and Booga felt his loins stop getting ready to nut.

“So...th-this is like a video game….jus’ how it’d be if...it was based ‘round sex….”

“....Yes, you are correct.” Booga could tell Jorvha was about as versed in knowing what those are as he was to knowing their full name without jumbling over his words.

“So...what now…? We got past th’ exposition, ya told me yer name, ya told me what we’re supposed t’ be doin’....What’s left?”

Jorvha lifted away from Booga’s face, slowly waving around like he were made of gelatin being shaken by a curious child before he slowly sunk into Booga’s crotch. “Sleep for now, my friend. Tonight was the last of this world as you thought you knew. Tomorrow, you will see the real world and what it should have offered from the beginning.”

Booga will admit, it’ll take some getting used to having something living in his dick, but honestly it was better than his own thoughts. For the first time in what feels like forever, he had a friend.

And it felt good.