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Islands of Wet Dreams Chapter 3: Explosions of All Sorts By Draconicon

As another muscle-bound beach bunny went flying overhead, taking his hat along with a well-placed - if accidental - kick, Toby shook his head.

"Do you have to keep throwing grenades behind us?"

"It's the only thing that slows them down!"

The coyote grabbed his hat on the run, barely keeping up with the werewolf at his side. The constant pounding sound of their pursuers kept him moving, even though his legs wanted to collapse, and he barely had the sense to jump over the literally five-hundred-pound muscle-bunny just ahead of them. The swiping arm still almost got his leg, and he panted as he fell a few paces behind Lupe.

This is not how I imagined my vacation, Toby thought. All I wanted was a nice beach, some sexy bodies, and a lot of drinks. Now...

"How many people are chasing us, Doc?"

"Uh..."

The coyote risked a quick look over his shoulder.

"Five dicks and six boobs."

"The fuck?"

"Five guys and three girls. Can't you count?"

"You -"

BOOM!

Toby threw himself to the ground, just in time to see Lupe - the werewolf - get slammed in the back by a flying orca. The muscular aquatic was almost as big as the wolf was, and he winced as his new 'bodyguard' hit the ground.

Not for Lupe, though.

By the time that he'd pulled himself to his feet, the orca was cradling his face and Lupe was wiping blood from his elbow.

"You good to keep running, Doc?"

"Getting...pretty tired...here..."

"Alright, hop on."

Scrabbling up the werewolf's back, he wrapped his arms around Lupe's neck. The werewolf bumped him up a few more inches, and leaned forward.

"And you tell anyone I gave you a piggy back ride, I'll know just where to get my bitch for the night."

"Promises..."

They were off like a shot. He'd had a feeling that Lupe had been holding back for the chase, slowing himself down so that he could keep up, but he hadn't known it had been this extreme. Moving in a mix of running and leaping, his bodyguard started putting the pedal to the metal, and when Toby looked over his shoulder, he saw the red-orange dragon from before falling behind. The hoard of muscle men was dropping back, at first slowly, then with increasing speed as they seemed to give up the chase.

He sighed in relief, leaning against the big canine's back.

"How the fuck are you hard right now?"

"Sexy bodies. Can't help it."

"You're worse than the otter..."

"You can explain that later. Better yet, introduce us."

"Fuck. No."

As he got used to the whole bouncing and running thing, Toby started to look around a little more. The island had...changed, somehow, and it took him almost a minute to understand how.

Everyone was gone. All the employees that he'd seen cleaning up the paths, all the baggage carriers, all the helpful guides; everyone had disappeared as if they'd been swallowed up in some cataclysm. There were a few guests here and there, but they were absorbed in their own little worlds, and didn't even seem to notice the giant, leaping werewolf passing by.

Hmmm, almost like a daydream, he thought. Only much stronger. Maybe the island has more to it than I thought. Well, aside from that strange regeneration, of course.

The coyote pressed one hand to his chin as he thought. He'd come here due to the rumors surrounding the Moto o Moemoea, of some strange spirit and power of legend residing there. It was said to be something of the old world, the dream world, and any that came to the island were doomed to fall into its spell. Of course, that was only one old legend, and the coyote knew of a good half-dozen more, describing the islands as anything from the gates of heaven to the depths of hell. All of it bound by different perspectives.

Nothing ever mentioned immortality for the residents, though, he thought as they landed again. They were airborne once more just a second after, the coyote leaning back as he kept thinking. Then again, nothing dies in dreams. They keep coming back, no matter how many times they are injured. Do you even feel an injury, truly, in a dream? Could you actually end up -

Another thumping landing, and this time, he fell off. The coyote flopped back, landing head-first in the sand, and fell right through it. He squirmed, planting his hands in the sand as he squirmed back and forth.

He'd been struggling for half a minute and was running out of air when he felt a pair of furry hands on his ankles. Praying it was Lupe, he held up three fingers.

It didn't matter. He was yanked right out a moment later, and plopped on his rump. The coyote groaned, looking up.

"Get tired of the ride or something, Doc?"

"I was thinking."

"Better to do that when we're not running for our lives."

"Well, I had a lot on my mind." Toby pulled himself to his feet. "Anyway, what are you even here for? Besides looking up what the island is doing, I mean."

"Fuck if I know."

"...Please tell me you're kidding."

"Hey, the guys in Washington were the ones that weren't talking about it. National security this, homeland safety that, aliens and monsters and spirits, talking outta their -"

"You didn't even listen to what they were saying, did you?"

"...Not really."

Smacking his hand against his forehead, Toby took a deep breath. So much for a vacation. On the other hand...well, at least now he had reason to study the islands in detail. It wasn't like he had a bodyguard before, but at least it was something. He turned around, looking around him and going over the archipelago in his mind once more.

Noho, the central island, was the island that they were on. According to the legends, it had been the home of the people that had lived on the island many years ago, a tribe that had been particularly and strangely powerful for their time. Never more than raiders on other islands, but dangerous enough to be known in various historical accounts. Why? Nobody knew...but it was something to consider.

To the south, Kararehe, or the Beast Island. Once forested, like one of the northern parts of the little archipelago, Toby remembered reading of great beasts that had loped across the islands, powerful enough to leap from one to another. Not unlike Lupe, he supposed, though he hoped none of those were left. These days, the island used it like a petting zoo, or so he recalled.

He turned to the northwest, where he could see greenery poking out from the blue of the ocean. That would be Ngahare, the forest island. Preserved, he remembered, but the legends called it the place of living trees, where darkness and shadow lived in every plant, and shifted them around with the shadows of the day. It fascinated him with its flowery language, but the legends were, as ever, as unspecific as they came.

To the north, he turned, and the mountain of the island Maunga cast its shadow upon the rest of the archipelago. Of all the islands, Maunga had the greatest legends around it. Tales of a fire spirit that had ruled over the peak were still passed about in storybooks, and it shifted from a male to a female spirit seemingly at whim. He'd been curious as to the connection of this fire spirit with the islanders, but he'd never found out if there even was one, let alone what it might be.

Finally, to the east, there was Ngahau. He remembered Carl had gone there, and he hoped that the young man was alright. Still, he doubted it would be as dangerous there as it was here. It was the most modern of any of the islands, built over only in the last ten years. He remembered it was almost the tradition of that island to be the most modern; what trade history had recorded with this island had taken place there.

Five islands, and at least one that's gone crazy.

"Hey, Doc? Doc, you in there?"

"Hmm?" Toby blinked. "Sorry, I was just considering the situation, Penis."

"Penis?!"

"Sorry, Lupe." The coyote looked up. "In my defense, it's a very nice penis."

"I...thank you? I think?"

"Oh, it's a compliment, no worry about that. I think it's a good penis, and I might just give it a suck later when we're not running for our lives. However, to business."

Yes, to business. He was a professor of history, after all, and particularly of mythology. If anyone was going to figure out the mystery of the islands, he stood a good chance. Toby smiled as he looked around, tapping his chin.

"Alright. I believe our first step -"

"Would be to secure an exit."

"Well, actually, I was thinking of going to Maunga, but your idea is a good one. Bend down, please?"

"The fuck?"

"So I can hop on your back again?"

"...Never know when you're thinking sexual or not..."

"Well, it is a nice ass -"

"That's it, you're walking."

Toby was left blinking sand out of his eyes as the wolf leaped off of the ground again, coughing a few times until he was able to breathe normally. When the air cleared, he could see the werewolf still hopping his way towards the harbor, probably hoping that he'd get one of the bigger boats before it left.

He sighed, putting himself back to walking. At least the path wasn't as hot as the sand was; his sandals had gotten discarded a fair way back.

The walk back wasn't without its share of strangeness, though. There were several people along the side of the hotel that were pinned by flowers, of all things. He spotted a lady mouse with her eyes rolled back and a vine under her skirt, and he leaned down to see what was going on. Upon seeing a flower latched to her clit, and likely sucking away from the swallowing motions on the stem, he chuckled.

"Well, you don't see that every day. Madam, I envy you the pleasure."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Ah, that good, hmm? I shall not intrude, then. Be well!"

"Mmmph...ank...ou..."

"Ah, no worry. I speak moaning quite well."

He patted the flower on the side of its stem and got back to walking, patting his pockets as he went. What a time to be without a notebook; a mythological vaginal sucker, and he wasn't able to record the sighting.

There were other things of similar nature as he went along, and the more guests that he saw in such situations, the more he realized that there was a similarity to them. Aside from the obvious sexual situations that they had gotten into, of course. Toby paused every so often, pulling up a sleeve or pulling down a pair of pants, and noted that many of them were tattooed, some were bruised, and others simply bore the signs of hard living.

Hmm, all the sort of people that know something that's too good to be true, and might start snooping around, he thought to himself. Something doesn't want to be found out...I hope whoever it is has a well-staffed dungeon. Haven't been in one of those for a while.

The coyote chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

What am I thinking? Of course they'll have a dungeon. It's just a matter of when I get there.

He continued his way around the hotel, eventually making his way to the harbor. Lupe was already there, staring off the edge of the pier at a large boat that was gradually making its way away from the island. The werewolf was backing up as he walked over.

"Ah, looks like we just missed it."

"You might have just missed it. Me, on the other hand..."

Toby blinked, looking at the edge of the pier, Lupe, and the ship itself.

"...You're not serious."

"Hey, you saw how fast I was moving."

"That's something of the point. And considering the wind factor and the -"

Mathematics came a little too late as the werewolf went charging past him, the whooshing of the wind in his wake almost enough to knock the coyote from the pier himself. He grabbed hold of one of the logs holding the pier up, and watched Lupe sail through the air.

"Wind speed factor, combined with minimal runway, and the fact that the boat is still moving at approximately thirty knots..."

SPLASH.

"Equals one wet werewolf."

He walked to the edge of the pier, but surprisingly, Lupe kept on swimming. Well, from what he heard of the APSE, their agents were not known for giving up. He sat down on the edge of the pier, watching as the wolf kept on swimming. Thick arms, and soaked fur, and a nice tight butt made for a lovely image as the werewolf kept on pulling himself along. Not as fast as he had been jumping, though, and the boat was starting to pull ahead.

Suddenly, Lupe stopped. A sudden howl pierced the air, and Toby blinked at the sight. The werewolf stopped his forward momentum, suddenly swimming to his left, and then to his right. Front, back, howling and yelping loud enough to be heard that whole distance away.

Well, I'm no canine-ologist, but I know the sound of a dog in trouble, he thought. Sweeping his head side to side, he found a canoe that was still moored up. A bit small, but it would fit two people if the latter wasn't too squirmy. He tossed his wallet and phone onto the pier, and stripped off his jacket before dropping himself into the canoe.

"Someone even left me some paddles. How considerate."

He plopped himself down and started paddling out from the island. Humming to himself, the coyote sang out.

"What will we do with a howling werewolf?

What will we do with a howling werewolf?

What will we do with a howling werewolf?

Early in the -"

"Get that fucking boat over here! OW! Fuck! FUCK!"

"Aye-aye, captain fluffy!"

He paddled right up to the werewolf, and finally saw the cause of all the shouting. Gathered around him were dozens upon dozens of jellyfish, most of which were turned so that their tentacles were brushing over every little part of him that tried to swim past the island borders. The werewolf's hands and arms were swollen with red marks, and his bare chest...well, it was safe to say that those nipples would be tender for a while.

Toby leaned back as soon as the wolf grabbed for the canoe, holding his hands tight to the sides as it wobbled back and forth. The coyote managed to resist getting thrown out of the canoe, though only barely, and a shaggy, wet, red-streaked Lupe pulled himself out of the water.

He was quite a sight, really. The stings seemed to have had an interesting effect of the big guy, swelling him up wherever they'd touched, almost making him look a bit beefier rather than fully harming him. Toby couldn't help but look him up and down, from his now-Rudolph red nose to his -

"Don't even think about it, Doc."

"Well...I was more noticing the -"

"Especially not that."

He shrugged, gathering the paddles to bring them back to shore. The werewolf kept shuffling from one side of the canoe to the other, favoring his swollen ass cheeks, which looked almost three times the size that they had been before. Toby didn't feel a particular need to play with them, he admitted, but he knew more than a few spanking enthusiasts that would love to teach the wolf a lesson thus sensitized.

He tied the boat back up at the dock, and climbed up. He was just putting his jacket back on when Lupe called out.

"What do you think you're doing? We're going after the boat."

"And what do you think that'll accomplish? Well, besides sex with sailors. Never indulged that one, but -"

"Are you seriously the right Tobias Greenway?"

"Only one that I know."

"I was hoping for someone more like Indiana Jones and less like...like..."

"Oh, do find a good comparison."

"...Fuck it. I'm going after the boat."

"I wouldn't."

"I'm going."

"Alright. I'll wait."

Three canoes, two octopi, a kraken, and a jellyfish that just about managed to get its stingers up the wolf's ass later, Lupe came swimming back to the pier. Toby looked up from his phone, and clicked out of the porn that he had on it and tucked his dick back into his pants before helping his guard out of the water.

"Convinced that the island's not letting us leave, yet?"

"Yeah...yeah, I'd say I'm convinced."

"Good. Now, back to the hotel."

"Why?"

"Well, I figure that some vodka is called for."

"Are you - WHY? I want to get drunk as much as the next guy, but -"

"Those stings hurting you? I've heard that vodka is good for that."

"Well, they're not...hurting, really, so much as -"

"Oh, they're making you all sensitive. Got ya. Well, if you like, you can keep being all manly man, but for me, I think it's time for a small drink. And maybe a little flirting with the pretty ladies. The last ones seemed ready to talk for a while before they brought out the whips."

As he'd hoped, Lupe fell in line behind him. The more that they fought the island, Toby noticed, the more the island worked to drag them back. While he was just enjoying himself with his phone and his dick, he hadn't been molested in the slightest. Perhaps a little self-molestation was all it took to mollify the island.

Hmmm, molestation mollification. I'll have to try that out as some other sort of theory.

They walked into the hotel lobby, and everything looked as normal as could be. There were the usual staff around, a clerk behind the desk wearing a summery outfit, with various men and women in hula skirts passing by between other, quiet guests. Toby immediately pulled out his sunglasses, putting them on as he looked around.

No underwear, and so many bits of eye candy. The coyote's eyebrows started dancing at the possibilities.

"Hey..."

"Hmm? Ah, yes, yes. To the front desk."

He smiled, walking right up to the front desk. The fox behind it looked up, smiling slightly.

"Can I help you?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, you can. I'm looking for a little schedule, if you don't mind?"

"Sure. What sort of dates are you looking at?"

"Oh, just the arrival and departure times for the boats. I've had some messages from home, and I might have to leave earlier than expected."

"Oh, that, uh, that might take a while, sir. Let me, uh..."

The fox gestured towards the back room, and Toby nodded. Quite a nice little rump on that fox, as well, he noticed. It swayed just perfectly beneath that long, black and orange brush of a tail. Now, if only it was swaying on -

He shook his head. No, no, he had enough of that back at the university. Any more of it and he might end up getting fired for real.

Wait, do I get fired for screwing college-age students if they're not my students? No, of course not. They're probably not even in college.

Thus mollified himself, he watched the way that ass stuck out from behind the doorframe, keeping his sunglasses on so that he could look out of the corner of his eyes and no one could notice.

Of course, he'd forgotten one thing.

"I get what you're doing. Checking to make sure that there even is a way out."

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, yes, that."

"...You were thinking of his ass, weren't you?"

"Well, considering the meaty thing tapping my own rump, Mr. Penis -"

"Lupe."

"Sorry, Lupe. Considering that, I'm pretty sure that you were thinking the same thing."

"Hey, it's a good ass."

The fox came back, interrupting the pair of them, and set down a piece of paper. It had a set of timetables, which showed ships arriving for the last week, with people to drop off, but no further ships set to arrive...for over six months.

That can't be right, Toby thought as he turned the paper around, running his finger over the time slots in case he'd missed something. I was scheduled to leave in a week or two...or something...wasn't I?

Carl had the tickets, so he couldn't double check, but he knew that he didn't have that much vacation planned. It would have been an incredible amount of trouble at the university if he'd been away for that long, with the girls and boys pining for his after-class lessons. He had to be back in that time.

He pointed at the chart, looking up at the fox.

"Is this correct? It's...not many ships coming in."

"Yes, sir. But don't worry. Your stay is completely covered."

"I'm...not particularly worried about the stay."

"Oh, by the way, sir, there are several gifts in your hotel room. Compliments of the house."

He looked over his shoulder, and the wolf looked down at him. Gifts. That did not sound quite right, considering that he'd been party to blowing quite a few of their muscle-men up not that long ago.

"Thank you for telling me, Mr...."

"Sammy, please."

"Thanks, Sammy. I'll, uh, I'll be back in a minute."

Stepping away from the front desk, he pressed a hand to his forehead, trying to think through the whole mess.

If there weren't any boats coming for six months, that meant that he, and all the others, were essentially hostages here on the island. There'd be no holding out for a day or two to get to a boat, sneaking on board, or anything like that. He, Carl, Lupe, and everyone else, were essentially stuck there.

The idea of building a sailboat out of scavenged material briefly offered flowers in a flirtatious moment, only to throw them in the trash a moment later. Even if there was someone that knew how to build a ship that way, he could almost guarantee that there was nobody here that knew how to sail it. And even if there was, how did they get hundreds, perhaps thousands of people off the island on just a couple of vessels?

Moreover, how were they supposed to survive over that time? Unless someone was airdropping in supplies, there was no way that the hotel or the other businesses had enough food stocked in for six months. Employees and customers alike would be completely starving by the time that the six months ended, let alone what might happen with the water situation. He doubted that there were that many sources of it on the islands.

Which left the possibility of...

"Lupe, how much supernatural stuff have you seen?" he asked as they walked to the elevator.

"Enough to know that it's definitely filled with fucked up shit."

"And good stuff, I imagine."

"The fucked-up stuff is more likely. And prevalent. And attracted to me like I'm wearing a god-damn magnet."

"Well -"

"If you call my penis a magnet, I swear to god..."

"Heheh, withdrawn."

The elevator dinged, and they stepped inside. He pressed the button for the tenth floor, and up they went. He leaned against the wall, thinking for a moment.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how many missions have you been sent on?"

"Including this one?"

"Why not?"

"About ten."

"And not including training ones?"

"I wasn't including training ones."

"Oh, that's a relief."

The elevator kept going up and up, and he shook his head.

"Ever seen anything that, I don't know, creates food and other stuff out of nowhere?"

"Here and there. Not stuff I usually like dealing with, though. Always has some sort of cost."

"Uh, they're usually pretty strong, right?"

"Usually something like lesser gods, yeah. Why?"

"Yeah, um...how good are you at fighting those?"

"Most of the time I don't want to. I mean, I've done it, but I've had a lot of help. Usually this other wolf that keeps showing up out of nowhere. He's almost as hard to kill as I am."

"Well, here's hoping he's around. Because I think that's what we're dealing with."

"Cra-DOWN!"

They hit the floor, or rather, he hit the floor, and Lupe followed him. A bang filled the elevator just as the wolf shoved him forward, bouncing him off the wall outside, and before Toby could get to his feet, he was picked up by something else.

You know, I know they always say 'insert tab A to slot B,' but I don't think they meant it like this, he thought as he looked up at a humanoid...laptop, for lack of a better word. It had a keyboard over its chest, and its face was a folding screen. There were multiple drives open along its thighs and between its legs, and it was extending wires all over the place.

He hung from one set of them himself, and it tugged him in. The camera on the head was looking him over, and a few seconds into it, he saw his face on the screen.

"Scanning new administrator. Hello, master. Would you care to use me?"

"Uh..."

"Absorbing information."

"Lupe? Little help?"

"Working on it. Kinda hard...lots of wires..."

"Oh, I can help with -"

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Suddenly, the creature just fell over, slumping to the ground. Toby rubbed his neck as he looked at the mechanical...thing...and then looked back at Lupe.

"What'd you do?"

"Found the biggest cord and unplugged it. Cut the power, stop the machine."

"Yeah...yeah, that's an effective way to do it. Better than my idea of trying to hack it or something."

"Think that was the trap?"

"Maybe? I didn't bring a laptop, though."

"Well, better check it out, then."

He nodded, following the hallway. There wasn't much in the way of decoration, but there was a giant window that looked out over the whole resort. This high up, he could see the other islands more clearly, from the ranging animals on the southern island, to the forests of Ngahare. He swore that there was more movement in the trees than could be explained, but he didn't feel like watching. Not now. Not from this far away.

Up close, though...hmmm, how would trees move? Would they change enough to have dicks? Pussies? Both?

The thought occupied him until he reached the door to room 1034. He pulled out his card, and the coyote hummed to himself as he pressed it in. As soon as he heard the click of it unlocking, he pulled, stepping to the side at the same time.

It was the right decision.

A geyser of cum came shooting out of the room, almost like a cannon-blast, and it shattered the window behind him. The blast of off-white goo kept coming, blasting away for almost a minute, and it was as thick as his arm was long. Even Lupe's eyes looked to be bugged out from that.

When it finally came to a stop, Toby leaned his head around the side, and nodded.

"Ahhhhh, yes. The Priapiean Hellensuckles."

"What?"

"Bluntly, the ever-hard cocksucker plant."

"What the fuck do you teach?"

"Ero-mythology, mostly, with a smattering of history. Come on. Should be safe, now."

The plant in question must have shrunk after delivering its load, and was about the size of a large dog on its hind legs. It wove back and forth, the top capped with a suction head that might just barely fit over Lupe's cockhead, from what he could see. All around it were about twenty employees, all of them drained and naked. He imagined they'd fed it before it was ready to fire.

He sat down on the bed, rooting through his suitcase. Soon enough, he found the books he'd brought about the island, and he started sorting through them. Those that he felt were accurate to what he'd seen thus far, he kept. The others he chucked at the plant, which swallowed them with a loud gulp every time he tossed it one.

"Are you sure feeding that thing is a good idea?"

"Hey, it's a creature, too. And besides, it needs some fiber after all that protein."

"Uh huh. And what's this for?"

"Well, if I find something that fits with a legend, I want context instead of relying on my memory. Not that good at the best of time, Mr. Bubble Butt."

"Penis. I mean, LUPE! God, fucking damnit..."

"Neither is yours, from the sound of it, heh. Anyway, getting my information, and then calling the guy that came here with me. I want to make sure that he's okay, and warn him to stay away."

"You had someone come along? I thought you came alone."

"Nah, another student. Here."

He passed the wolf his phone.

"Dial Carl, and put it on speaker."

"When did I become the assistant..."

"When you said I was the guide. Call, please."

Lupe glared at him, but pressed the button. No sooner had the call gone through than there was a scream from the other end. Toby leaped up, grabbing the phone.

"Carl? Carl, it's me. What's going on?"

"Professor, please, please tell me that nagas can't swim."

"Um, well, that's a good question. Depending on the mythology -"

"OH FUCK, THEY CAN! Paddle faster, paddle faster!"

"...Okay, Carl, don't come here. Noho is no good. We need to meet up on a different island."

"This is going on there, too?! I thought this was supposed to be a vacation."

"Yeah, me too. Now..."

He thought quickly. If things were going bad everywhere, Kararehe would be one of the worst ones to try for. The beasts would be out of control, to put it mildly. Maunga was just as bad, probably worse, if the stories of the spirit on it were true. That only left -

"Get to Ngahare, the forest island. Find a cabin, and I'll meet you there."

"Alright, alri - GET OFF THE BOAT YOU STUPID SNAKE!"

"...See you later."

He hung up the phone, looking up at Lupe.

"So, up for another swim?"

The End