The Outcome.
?After that long pee break, we went back to the "road". I noticed that his hard-on wouldn't go down.
Hey, turtle - I said. - Do you want to paw off?
Eh? What is that? - he asked, looking at me.
You know, play with your weenie...
Ah, why I would do that? - he asked again.
I was a bit puzzled, but I soon remembered that I only found the real pleasure in pawing when I was over 12. Before my adolescence, my weenie was just another part of my body, like arms and legs. It did felt good to touch, but not great or something too special.
I was quite bothered by his stiffy showing through the diaper and pants. While we walked, I was constantly taking quick peeks at his weenie.
Is something bothering you? - he asked.
Seriously, aren't you going to play with it? - I asked. - C'mon, a little tug, a fondle, anything?
You are creeping me out - he stated, a little mad at me.
I sighed and looked away, walking slightly slower. We kept our way for some more minutes.
We arrived at a cave. We entered the place and he shown me a series of huge tubes, going from the floor to the ceilling. Inside the tubes, floating ideas could be seen, one in each tube: the idea of dog, idea of dragon, idea of dragoness, idea of yiff, idea of cure. It was a real gallery of perfection.
You are an excelent hunter - I said, going towards a tube, examining it from a safe distance. - Why are you hiding it from your father?
He looked down.
Aren't you one of those civilizated freaks, are you? - I asked, in a joke.
My parents has different values - he said. - They would wise me if I told them that I was hunting.
Bullshit - I said, walking towards him. -; they should be proud of you. You proved that you are able to survive by yourself if necessary.
They should be proud of me for stealing ideas, even if it was for my self-preservation?
You are right - I said, lowering my head and sighing. - Well, Demiurgus is coming here soon. Until then, wanna talk for a bit?
We talked for about thirty minutes. We laughed together when we told tales about our preys.
He wasn't a bad kid at all, he just wanted to be a hunter, but it's a repressed tendence in a herbivore community. Captivating the ideas would bring attention to his skills and the elders of his village would find him worthy, maybe give a chance to hunting.
A huge earthquake shook the gournd. We went outside to check what it was.
What is that? - asked the turtle.
The Mine Vorer - I replied, seeing the familiar being. -, he is here to get the ideas back to their wolrd.
The turtle nodded and we walked back in the cave to detach the tubes. Once the job was done, I waved to the turtle and jumped in the mouth of the Mine Vorer. The huge worm went back to the undergrounds and the hole he had opened closed as if nothing had happened.
As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the Ideal World, I could feel my stiffy rising and my narcisistic instincts kicking in. I'd finally experience the perfect self-pleasure, the idea of pawing.
- Hey, Demiurgus! - I shouted as I jumped from the maw of the huge worm.