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A Gamble of Corruption

For GaytorSnake

By Draconicon

Lykary didn't know what to make of Pleasure Island. Admittedly, it certainly had the pleasures of life there, from the games to the parties to the drinks to the food to the...other things that were going on between the boots and stalls, but the dragon-wolf hadn't participated in any of them just yet. There was something...wrong about the place, something that didn't feel like it was quite right with the world, and he kept back from anything that looked like it might confirm that suspicion. Which meant, in the end, that he stayed back from everything.

He kept walking, and made sure that he kept walking. That was the important thing, to keep moving and make sure that nothing pulled at him for too long. There was...something to this place. The hybrid could feel it in his bones, sense it in a way that he hadn't sensed anything before. Maybe it was his dragon heritage, maybe it was something in the air, but he knew that if he stopped, if he stayed somewhere, he'd find himself drawn into the actions that he was trying to avoid, and then it would be too late to stop.

Instead, he kept walking, his long, scaled feet carrying him through the center of the island, past the food courts and towards the center attractions. He walked past the big tents, past the other attractions, towards the palace that he could see in the distance. It was kitschy, it was something that was a little bit trashy looking, but nonetheless, it was normal enough. It looked like it could be in a different theme park, another place.

Lykary thought it would be safe.

The hybrid made his way up the hill towards it, thankful to leave the smells of musk and food and grease behind. The sound of the crowd faded from his ears as well, leaving only the sound of the wind as he got far enough from it. His toes curled into the dirt path as the incline got worse, using his claws to help him climb and walk a bit faster, a bit further with each step.

If this is an attraction, they really put it out of the way, didn't they? he thought as he walked closer to the palace. It was more of a castle, he supposed, now that he was closer. There were less artistic pieces to the architecture than he expected, and he doubted that it would really look as pretty to most people when they were as close to it as he was. That said, there were more defensible parts to it. An amateur student of history, Lykary could make out the holes in the top of the walls that would have been used for arrows at one time, as well as the fact that the walls were sloped back slightly, making it so that people wouldn't be able to get easy hooks on them to climb, or be able to put ladders up to get over.

It also left him the question of how he could get in, and that one was less easily answered.

Lykary wasn't sure why he wanted to get in, but some urge was driving him forward, like there would be something for him here that wasn't in the rest of the park. Safety, perhaps, or at least sanctuary for a time. The hybrid paused at the top of the hill, shaking his head at the blank wall, and started to follow it around.

There's gotta be a door. They wouldn't put something this big on the hill without giving people a way to get in, he thought as he followed the wall. There were holes in the wall above, windows, but nothing along the ground level. He might have been able to get in through the windows, he supposed, but that would mean flying, and...well...

He hesitated at the thought. He could take off his jacket and fly, he supposed. It wasn't like there was anyone to watch and judge, and nobody had called him on his hybrid nature so far. It was just that he generally didn't show it off so much with people around. He had a face that looked mostly like a wolf, save for the horns on the back of his head, but the wings would immediately point out what he really was.

Well, no way in without taking to the air.

With a deep breath, he pulled his jacket off and let his wings unfurl. The leathery limbs stretched out wide behind him, expanding until they stretched out to double his height in wingspan. He stretched out the kinks, rolling his head side to side as he tied his jacket around his waist.

"Let's see what's hiding in this castle."

A leap and a flap took him into the air, and he kept flapping as he climbed up the side of the wall. The bursts of air that the wings forced under him were like constant hops that pushed him up, and his claws were able to find one set of support after another as he made his way towards the window. Up, up, up, he went, carrying him away from the ground and the sense of wrongness that suffused the rest of the park.

Once he was on the sill, it was easy enough to open the window. As a matter of fact, he was rather shocked at the way that it just opened inwards, almost like it was welcoming him in. There was something inherently wrong there, something that he didn't like, but there wasn't much he could say to complain about it. All he could do was go along with it.

He hopped through, and immediately regretted it. The air was thick with the wrongness that had filled the rest of the park. In comparison to the smog of 'wrongness' here, the feeling on the rest of the island was merely a little tingle. Here, it pressed in on him from all sides, like it was a charge just waiting to be released. Lykary didn't want to move lest he let it loose, shuddering slightly as his fur stood on end.

A glance over his shoulder told him that he wasn't getting out the way that he'd come. The window had shut on its own, but more than that, it...just wasn't there. It was like there had never been a window above him, like it hadn't just disappeared, but had never existed.

Something is wrong...something is very, very wrong.

Fearing that he'd fallen into some sort of trap, he looked around the room. It didn't seem to have much to it, just a bunch of suits of armor and...mirrors. A lot of mirrors. Like, an insane number of them, not just hung in spaces, but hung in fits and spurts across the walls, with little ones alongside big ones, and medium ones in odd shapes filling in the gaps that were left that the others couldn't cover. Gold, silver, wood, brass, and other borders made it look like they were jeweled puzzle pieces all along the walls, forming intricate patterns and pictures that he couldn't understand.

Somehow, he'd fallen into the one place where he wouldn't be casting a reflection from the mirrors, and Lykary felt that it was the only reason that 'wrongness' hadn't struck him yet. He stood there, quietly, looking slowly from side to side to see if there was any route through. There was a red carpet ahead of him, but how would that help him?

Not at all, probably, he thought. It's my route to...whatever it is that this will do to me.

But somehow, he had to find his way out. If he couldn't get out through the window, then he had to find some other way to get through this place. There were mirrors all the way to the door on the right, but to the left, there were fewer. Maybe only as many as five, if he was smart about how he did this.

Rooting around in his pockets, he found a few coins, a couple of little stones that he'd picked up, a small souvenir coin that he'd bought before the 'wrongness' started getting too bad. They'd work, he hoped, and he plucked them out, holding all but one in one hand, and the last piece in the other.

It took some careful aim and some very forceful throwing, but he managed to crack the mirrors on the left side of the room. Each one shattered as he hit them with a coin or a rock, leaving shards of reflective glass on the ground, each pointed towards the ceiling. Lykary smiled, and walked through the safe spot. The 'wrongness' wasn't there anymore, he was safe.

But at the door...

He stared down a hallway of more mirrors, and with an open door at the end, he could see more mirrors beyond that. There were endless numbers of them, each one waiting with whatever it was they did.

"Who built this place?" he wondered.

Regardless, he knew he wasn't just imagining things. Even in the doorframe, he could feel the 'wrongness' again, the sense of something otherworldly that was just waiting on the other side. It was potent enough that his dragon side knew that he would be drawn into something impossible to escape if he took one more step. The exposure would change him...but it couldn't tell into what. He wasn't a studied mage, nor had he done much to learn about his other heritage, having been working hard to pass as a wolf for most of his life. He rather wished he'd taken the time, now.

Shaking his head, he took a step back, trying to think. If there was no way forward without stepping through the mirrors, then he needed to know what they did. If he could just test that, then maybe he could find the things that would only partially turn him, rather than fully.

It was logical enough, but had one big problem. He had no test subject except himself.

This is not going to be fun, he thought.

Taking a deep breath, Lykary slowly pushed his hand out past the doorway. For a moment, there was nothing, and he stuck his hand out a little bit further. He was about to assume that he was imagining things when it struck.

"Nnngh!"

He pulled his hand back, but it was too late. Even as he grabbed his wrist with his other hand, he could see the fur falling out, his fingers, palm, and the back of his hand going bald in short order. The scales that covered his lower legs were spreading, taking over the pads on his hand and giving the skin the same blue glimmer that his feet had. He stared as it spread further, further, pushing his palm into a different shape, the part just under his fingers widening, as the rest of his palm lengthened out into an almost feral shape.

His fingers became more like toes, spreading wider and shortening at the same time. His claws, formerly little blunt black things, turned white as ivory and lengthened as his fingers shortened, becoming deadly claws.

He stared at the shifting shape, his hand changing into a feral front paw, and not a wolf one, either, but a dragon's.

Fuck...fuck, this is bad. This is really bad.

There was almost no way that he could avoid the full effects of that mirror. It was right there, settled in front of the door, and he hadn't held his hand there for very long. Maybe two seconds, at most, and the effect had come on. Even the small changes had been obvious, followed by the sounds of bones crunching and scales grinding, even if it hadn't been painful. It was like...like watching some sort of mutation, but there was nothing natural about this sort of forced evolution.

It's magic. This is magic.

No wonder his dragon side had been feeling it since they arrived. Dragons were highly sensitive to it, and even hybrids like him could benefit from that. But to have something like this, where the entire castle seemed to be filled with this sort of transformational power...this was beyond just what another dragon might have done. This was corruption, this was something deeper. Darker. More powerful.

I have to get out. I have to get out.

If he had power, he would have drilled right through the wall and gone running, but there was no chance of that. All he could do...

He looked at the doorway again, his only path forward. The only thing he could do, he realized, was hope that he could throw himself forward against all the mirrors, and that their magic would start canceling one another out. If he just moved fast enough, none of them would have the time to fully change him, and so he would be a constantly mutating mess as he ran down the hallways. If he could just do that, maybe, just maybe, the effects would hit and fade by the time that he managed to find a way out. Maybe.

He could hope.

Lykary pulled himself together, staring at the doorway in front of him...and lunged through.

The effects hit him right off the bat. His legs cracked, and he fell, his hips already twisting and the rest of his body warping as soon as he stepped in front of the first mirror. He let out a cry of shock as he hit the ground, his legs no longer able to support him. His spine and his hips were already rearranging themselves, forming into a more four-legged configuration, cracking and slipping about inside of him.

Damn...no...gotta...keep moving...

Lykary tried to stretch out his arms, but they were shifting as well, his fur already falling out of them from shoulder to wrist, and getting replaced by blue scales. His muzzle was no better, the transformation happening rapidly and loudly. His teeth were sharpening, forming different, more pointed shapes, longer fangs than a wolf muzzle could have. Then his muzzle lengthened, deepened, his wide, flat tongue becoming a pointed, forked dragon one.

He panted, trying and failing to move as his fur poofed off of him, his legs getting more cramped as they pulled up under him. Already possessed of digitigrade dragon legs, they didn't re-shape so much as get stronger, thickening in the thigh and a bit in the calf. He growled deep in his throat as he felt his jeans ripping, his pants shredding around the much thicker legs.

His tail was the next thing hit, the fur falling out as it lengthened, thickened. He'd been so used to the brush behind him, that lovely piece of fluff, that he hardly knew what to think as it got longer, thicker at the base and more muscled all the way down. Lykary bit at his new tongue, growling as he slumped down. His tail pushed up and over his head, getting longer, longer, longer, and stronger as it went.

Brown wings became blue along the ridges, and the tan leather turned a white-blue, almost transparent with the new nature that they took on.

His arms thickened, and his body lengthened, his torso getting wider to support the new, more feral body that he had. His wings fanned out, not transforming further despite slipping into range of other mirrors.

The plan never would have worked, he realized, slumping forward. He kept growing, his body pushing itself outwards, adding several feet to his former height so that he was longer than before. His hindquarters filled out, getting softer, then harder as fat and muscle grew beneath his scales, making his rump bigger.

Fighting the feeling of being some fat-assed dragoness with his new body, Lykary strained to pull himself back towards the doorway. He managed to drag himself a few inches, maybe even as much as a foot, but it was too late. The magic corruption of the mirror had already settled in, and his body continued to warp. His hips flared out as much as his ass had, and as his neck extended far beyond the size of any anthro, he could feel the changes settling in, becoming...permanent.

There was no mistaking it. His sense of the power around him was growing, almost like his dragon half was surging forward, replacing everything that was left of the wolf part of him. It grew with leaps and bounds, giving him a sense of the castle. The more he felt, the more helpless he realized that he was.

There's no way out, he thought as his spine cracked, his body getting longer, his tail stretching further as he grew into a true feral dragon. There was never a way out...I couldn't...I couldn't...

As the scales covered his entire body, Lykary slumped down, passing out from the shock and the strain of the transformation.

#

When he came to, he was no longer in the castle. The feeling of magic around him was too strong for that to be the case. The feral dragon groaned, pushing himself up to all fours and trying to stand up normally before reality caught up with him. He tumbled back down, almost smacking his head on the ground before he caught himself.

It's not a dream...it's real.

The dragon shivered as that thought went through him, trying not to think about that. If this was magic, there had to be a counter to it somewhere. He'd seen enough of it before to know that was the case. For every spell, there was a counter, somewhere. Something couldn't be done that had no way of undoing it.

But how...and where am I?

He glanced around, seeing fire in the distance and feeling a strange sense of heat around him as he tried to get his bearings. There was something wrong here, something eminently wrong about this place. It was like the magic of the castle had been pulled from this realm, made manifest, and then left there, while this place was the concentrated essence of all that was wrong with that other magic.

And he wasn't alone. He could feel something moving around him, something in the shadows. Lykary turned again and again, trying to get some sight of the creature that was around him, but every time he turned, he felt the presence shift with it. He whipped around again and again on the hilltop he was on, trying to find...whatever it was.

Finally, with his frustrations mounting, he planted his feet and roared.

"Who are you!? Where am I?"

"You are in my realm, little dragon."

He whipped around, and this time, the creature was still there, though the creature was...immense, to say the least. Matching his own size, the great hooded naga looked down at him with a smirk on its snout and a twinkle in its eyes. Even in his panicked state, Lykary could feel that this thing was where all the magic was coming from. This creature was the source of all that he felt in this realm, the font through which all the magic and corruption flowed.

Forcing himself to hold his ground and not shrink away, the dragon forced a snarl as he looked up at the naga. He glared as he spoke.

"Who are you? Whatever you've done to me -"

"I've done nothing to you, little dragon. All I've done is set up things for you to do to yourself."

"It's the same thing when there is no way to avoid it!"

"And who invaded whose territory?"

The naga's calm voice and sheer confidence were more grating than he expected, particularly with his situation so desperate. If he wasn't so panicked, perhaps he might have found it soothing, but now...

"Let me go! Let me go, and give me my old body back."

"Really? Is that what you want?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure you don't want something else?"

The naga's eyes flashed, and Lykary felt a sudden surge in the world around him, like the magic had shifted. It hit him hard, pressed down on him as if through the naga's eyes, and he groaned, whipping his head back as he felt it pressing down on his head. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold it back, but the creature kept talking, the words like drills pushing through whatever defenses he could muster.

"You can feel it already, can't you, little dragon? That hunger under your tail, that feeling of need? You want that sense of someone under there, that filling sensation that comes with being a good little bitch for someone else. You want to have that feeling yourself, that feeling of being filled, that sensation of being a little slut. There's a hunger in your holes. Both the pucker beneath your tail, and the slit that holds your cock.

"Heh, it's almost like being a female, isn't it, having a slit to keep your cock. No more bouncing sheath, no more dangling balls, just a slit that holds it back and protects it from the rest of the world. Makes you look like a dragoness with that ass and those swaying hips. Perhaps you should see what it feels like, hmm? Just for a moment, just to see how you like it."

"Get out...get out of my head..."

Lykary shook his head back and forth, trying to banish the feeling that the naga was describing, but the words felt like they had burned and drilled the concept into his head. He could feel an itch down there, his scaly rump twitching and the hole between the cheeks clenching hard. The emptiness back there was tangible, even painful to think about. He didn't want to be that empty, but he didn't want to give himself up, either.

His cock...his cock was throbbing, but it was inside of him, not outside the way that it had been. The sheer difference that made shocked him, and his hind paws clenched, toes digging into the ground as he tried not to think about how he looked back there.

The naga's hand reached down, grabbing him by the snout. Lykary opened his eyes in shock, and found himself staring into those glowing eyes. The words, formerly drills chipping at his defenses, became like lasers shooting straight to his soul.

"You want it. You want to lift your tail and feel that pleasure, that sense of submission, that sense of fulfillment. It satisfies you in a way that nothing else ever has. You've been curious for it for years, desperate to know what it feels like to have someone fucking you, filling you, satisfying you in the way that the bitches you've seen have been. You want to know that feeling...and you need it now."

Even knowing it was magic - even feeling it being used on him - wasn't a defense against those glowing eyes and the sheer power of this creature. The naga pushed him down, his mind shattering and breaking down. He knew the memories were wrong, could even call up ones that countered them, but it didn't help. The hunger beneath his tail just kept growing, and growing, and growing, pressing at him until it was an undeniable urge to be filled.

Slowly, with all the hesitation in the world, he turned around and presented his rump. Lykary quivered with rage and anger, but he couldn't stop himself. His body had changed, been pushed to need something unnatural, and the naga was the only one that could give it to him.

Rather than feeling a cock at his ass, though, the feral dragon felt it sliding down towards his cock slit, rubbing him down there.

"You look like a dragoness, so I will take you like one."

He growled, biting his lips to avoid saying something. He was too weak, and his body was too needy for him to protest. If the naga wanted to thrust against a proper cock, then that would be what he did. And there was no stopping it from happening.

The first thrust almost knocked him off his feet, the dragon completely unprepared for the sheer power of that thrust, of the muscles that the naga could bring to bear. His eyes shot wide open as he felt his slit being forced open, his cock pinned to one side as the naga's shaft pushed all the way in with one thrust.

Lykary shuddered under him, his body tingling from head to toe from the sensation of being filled to the brim like that. Even the feeling of another cock scraping off of his, rubbing and grinding against it constantly wasn't that bad. He shuddered as the shaft slid back, pulling him open at the edge of his slit, but then it slammed right back in, robbing him of thought, robbing him of any chance to speak as it ground against his cock once more, pinning it in place.

Every thrust reminded him that he wasn't going to get hard, that he wasn't going to get erect. The naga's shaft pinned him in place every time, pushing his cock back where it 'belonged' in the naga's view. His eyes rolled back at the unwanted pleasure, his teeth gritting tight in his mouth as he fought the temptation to bite down on his tongue. He could silence himself without doing that, even though the stimulation...

He was dripping, he realized, his cock already throbbing and oozing despite not getting hard. It oozed past the naga's shaft, dripping down to the ground and out of a slit that looked as unmasculine as one could get.

"Hehehe, enjoying yourself already, are we, little bitch?"

Lykary shook his head, trying to ignore it and deny it, but his cock was still oozing, still dripping, still making him slick inside, which allowed the naga to thrust harder, faster, deeper. That cock was huge, bigger than his, he realized, though not by as much as he had feared. His eyes closed as he tried to shut out the feeling of being fucked, taken by another male, but this...this feeling refused to go away.

His body wanted it too much. It wouldn't let him ignore it, and it kept throbbing, pulsing, reminding him of the fact that there was another cock in his body that he couldn't get rid of. That it didn't want him to get rid of.

He moaned, then bit his cheek afterwards. He was not like this. He wasn't some bottom slut that needed to get some cock in him to feel right about the world. Even if he wasn't himself anymore, dragons...dragons didn't do this, did they?

The naga pushed him down further, the lower half of the naga's body coiling around his middle so that he couldn't get away. Everything felt tighter as the demonic creature squeezed around him, keeping him still, keeping him in place for 'breeding' like this. He shivered as he thought of it that way, reminded more and more of how feminine his body had become with the huge ass and the wide hips, making him look like something that needed to be fucked rather than something that did the fucking.

With every thrust, that image was rammed harder and harder into his brain, and his claws raked through the ground in a desperate effort to hold onto reality rather than pleasure. Pleasure would become his reality if he let go...

But what a world, what a reality it would be. He wanted to feel that cock -

No, my body wants it, I don't!

And his cock would be smashed into his slit for good, locked in there by the pressure of another male's cock. He'd be left like some sort of bitch -

Why would I want that?!

And he would be just a toy to be fucked, a good little feral for the cock of the naga behind him. It would be so good, so right, so perfect.

Lykary panted, shaking his head as the images kept rolling through his mind. It had to be some sort of magic, some sort of corruption that was making him think of things that he didn't want, but it was a powerful magic. He couldn't get it out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. All he could do was lay there, taking that cock, as it kept pushing him higher and higher towards orgasm.

And there was no doubt that would happen, as much as he wished that it wouldn't. He could feel his own pleasure rising, his need doubling, tripling with each thrust from the creature. That fat shaft had opened up his slit like it was some kind of pussy, making him drip through an opening he didn't want to have. He panted, his cock throbbing in its weak way, his slit walls clenching around the naga shaft, pulling it deeper, further into his body, even as he felt the scales of the naga's coils grinding against his ass.

"You want it...and you're going to have it. You're going to cum like the little slut that you are, soon. You'll feel it...and you'll break. Just like everyone else has."

He shivered. How many times had this naga done this to someone else? How many people had fallen to this strange magic, becoming some beast that submitted to the pleasure of the body like this?

He couldn't let it happen to him. He had to hold out. He had to -

He moaned as the cock slammed in again, the pleasure forced from his lips, even as it started growing faster, harder. The naga's thrusts were speeding up, hitting that precise spot that he needed to cum. Lykary's eyes went wide as he felt his pleasure rising faster than ever, his cock getting battered by the tip and length and width of the naga's shaft. It was pinned, it was pushed down, it was subdued...just like him.

The dragon threw back his head with a roar of pleasure as he came, his cock splurting weakly in his slit even as the naga laughed above him. The pleasure ripped through him like a knife through butter, carrying his thought away and leaving him gasping and panting as the naga kept right on going. He swore that there was a point where the naga came in him, but it faded away just as his thoughts did, the relentless pounding never stopping.

#

He didn't know how long he was pinned beneath the creature, but eventually the naga slipped off of him. He panted, shuddering, gasping for breath, and slowly turned his head to see what the damage was.

Looking back and around, he could see that his cock slit had been wrecked. It gaped like a well-fucked pussy or asshole, and he shivered as he saw how much cum was oozing out of him. He didn't know how much was his and how much was the naga's, and he didn't want to think about it. If it was his, then he had enjoyed that far more than he wanted to, and if it was the naga's, then he had been bred for far longer than he imagined possible.

Groaning as he lifted himself to his feet, he looked around, hoping that he was somehow back in the real world. And in a sense, he was.

The castle had come back, the stone walls all around him and the various different mirrors still in view, though there were less of them than before. They looked like they'd been scattered about in different locations, almost like...traps. Like in a game.

"So, you're finally awake."

He whipped around, leaping about 180 degrees, and found himself staring at the naga. The creature coiled itself around a throne, sipping at some drink or another, and its cock was still throbbing hard, dripping along its own length. Lykary shivered. If it was still that horny after fucking him that many times, it was truly a demon indeed.

"What do you want? You...you already had your chance to corrupt me."

"And corrupt you, I did. You can already feel that hunger down there, can't you?"

Lykary wanted to shake his head in denial, but...it was true. He could feel something down there, a hunger in his ass and an even greater one in his cock slit. He had been marked, warped, corrupted by whatever it was that the naga did to people. But...but he had survived.

And he was staring at the creature's cock. He made himself look away, though it took more effort than it should have.

"What are you? Who are you?"

"My name is Slazeric, and I'm the one that you have to worry about pleasing if you want to get out of here."

"I thought you were done after what you did."

"Oh, I'm done with what I'm owed for your trespass, but I'm not done having fun with you yet."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not in the slightest."

The naga slithered away from his throne, standing by one of the doorways out. To the dragon's annoyance, the naga didn't seem bothered by the mirrors in the slightest. Then again, if he was the one powering them, controlling them, using them, it would make sense that he wasn't someone that could fall under their power, anyway. Slazeric gestured out into the hallway.

"This time, there is a door waiting for you somewhere. You could walk out..."

"But?"

"But why not make it interesting? If you can find the right mirror, you could reverse this little transformation of yours. For that matter, you could find yourself getting back to normal entirely, removing the corruption that I put into you. All you have to do is find the right mirror."

"And this is fair, how? You had the walls lined with them when I snuck in."

"You simply have to find the right one. And there's not so many this time. You just have to be...smart about it. And not get too distracted, oh fat-bottomed one."

The naga chuckled, and he growled under his breath at the reminder of his ass's current size. It wasn't his fault...and it certainly wasn't his intention to feel such a hunger back there. The naga shrugged, gesturing to the other doorway out of the room.

"Or, you could choose not to risk it and just leave now. You have a fine enough body as it is, and I'm sure that a powerful dragon like yourself would find a way to deal with that arousal and slutty attitude, in time."

Time that he probably didn't have, if the naga had done as much as he thought. Slazeric seemed to be the one that would trick people into thinking that they had a choice, and he doubted that the way out was as simple as the naga was portraying it to be. If anything, he imagined that there were more traps that way than towards whatever 'cure' there might be for his current condition.

More to the point, Lykary couldn't live like this. Not just as a feral, but as a slut that couldn't stop thinking about having something shoved under his tail. He needed his old body back. He needed his life back.

So, he walked towards the doorway with the mirrors on the other side. The demon chuckled, patting him on the head.

"Good boy. I knew you'd be sensible. Good luck...because if you mess up, I get to have even more fun with you before the night's out."

The End