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By Luther

Everyone deserves a break now and again, whether just a long weekend or managing to catch a fully-fledged vacation for one's troubles. It was always important to take time for one's self for that necessary protection from the world's never-ending supply of hustle, bustle, and crazy.

Ferra and Vanessa were two such who could use a break from it all. They were both wolves of chestnut and jet stone color respectively, living together in the communal lodge they called home, and frequently enjoyed each other's company in all aspects, a the fact made easier and more thorough given the masculine addition that Vanessa packed. And this was not to say they didn't enjoy the company of a man from time to time but they often more than just got along.

Their chance for a holiday of freedom came in the form of a golden hued-envelope addressed to their residence. It was a response from some promotional contest one had entered, simply humoring herself with thoughts of a paradise getaway and imagining if she did win.

Well, it actually happened.

Needless to say they were thrilled once they finally figured it wasn't a fake. It was so unexpected they had to stop and take everything into account. Could they just drop everything for a week or so and take a trip to what looked to be a lovely beachside resort? They sure as hell could considering the offer only lasted for the next month or so. All expenses paid, of course.

The flight was surprisingly short and pleasant, really just a like a nap away and before they were landing before they knew it. A resort company shuttle met them shortly after they debarked. "White Palm Resort" it read, that was indeed their ride. Even that was nice: the driver was polite, knowledgeable, and talkative but not in an annoying fashion. They were deposited along the front side of the resort's main building, a respectable edifice of pearl color and high glass windows, built to vaguely resemble the shape of an enormous seashell.

There was a short line in front of the main desk. It wasn't the slowest but Ferra wasn't exactly the biggest fan of waiting. Besides, there was another counter not too far away, flanked by cutely dressed islander folk offering, if the sign was to be believed, complimentary refreshments. So while Vanessa waited to check in, Ferra broke out to find her way over to the more delicious of the two.

"Smoothies?" she asked, noticing the blenders, ice, and fruits of all sorts.

"Quite so, miss!" a smiling raccoon in a colorful shirt answered. "Fresh batch right here, would you like one?"

"What kind?"

"A bit of this and that: mixture of pineapple, mango, strawberry, and others."

It was rather warm here, but what did one expect of the tropics? So she graciously took one of the offered glasses and drew a long sip from it. Delicious! There was an odd sweetness to it but nothing overpowering.

"This is great! May I take another?" she motioned over to the black wolfess still waiting in line.

The raccoon nodded, she took a second glass and rejoined Vanessa. Having them certainly helped the short time in line pass, so quickly that they still had plenty left by the time they found themselves leaving the lobby and on the way shore-side, towards the little individual beach houses. There would be none of that nonsense of staying in a monolithic hotel, on the same floor as other families and their screaming kids and other noisy neighbors.

They savored their drinks as they walked along the sunlit paths, following the cut traceries through the thick ground-covering plants of exotic nature (exotic to them, at least) and past the other adorable bungalow houses scattered here and there so organically among the rocks and brush. Eventually they reached the one that was to be theirs for the time being. It was impressive, with its own fire pit, deck, hot tub and charming bamboo exterior (merely a facade, the actual walls being made of quality construction grade material, of course). Most importantly for Vanessa right now, it had a shower.

It had been a long trip. She grinned and raced up the front steps, flying through the door and into one of the side doors. Ferra sighed when she heard the water begin running, she would have to wait her turn. Some part of her considered knocking on the door and trying to make it a shared experience . . . but she knew how Vanessa could sometimes get when her shower time was interrupted. So instead she grabbed an activities guide and turned on the television, the enormous wide-screen television.

A distracting tingle between her legs first drew her attention from the television. There was a rushing sensation, coming straight from nowhere, that she felt even in the deepest places of her womanhood. Then she felt it even deeper than that, as impossible as it felt, there it was. There was little else one could more accurately call it than forced arousal, whether she wanted it or not it felt all the same. She put a hand between her legs and found a moisture there and a sensitivity that couldn't come from anything else. It began to spread outwards and that was when she felt her pants beginning to constrict. She noticed a bulge forming there that shared the size of a man's but certainly not the shape.

"Is that my . . . ?" she blinked. Not quite believing what she saw, she poked at it.

As she felt, it was indeed her pussy, swollen to size well into the noticeable range and not slowing at all. It was followed by a wonderful heat in her chest. Her face flushed, she moaned, and the warmth spread to her lower body and up to her cheeks. She was soon panting, there was nowhere else for that heat to go. She sat watching what had to be the thick lips of her sex continue to expand before realizing that it wasn't about to stop soon.

She was burning up! Not that it was painful but sorely uncomfortable with her clothes on. This was a problem she could easily fix, at least while she still could. Those trousers of hers were getting entirely too tight, straining against her growing mound, she had to get them off.

It took no small part of struggling and wiggling and, as soon as they came far below her waist she could see just how big she had gotten through her panties, made wet with the growing need she felt, but eventually they surrendered. She had to pull so hard that she felt back onto the bed when they finally came off. She started to get up, bracing herself with one arm to look down at herself. Ferra saw her swollen separation, the vulva grown to a fantastic size -still growing- to slowly spread over her lap. Now in the nude, she managed to get a little relief but she still thought she'd never stop panting. One thought kept surfacing in her mind: she needed something or someone inside her, badly.

Meanwhile, in the shower, Vanessa had slipped from her clothes, a quick and practiced motion at this point. She was always more comfortable out of them. A moment later and she was standing in the warm water, shaking off what little stiffness in her muscles was left from the trip over. The shower was huge, one of those big ones with the cut stone tiling that always smelled like fresh rain when it was on.

About midway through her cleanse she overheard curious noises, even over the fall of the shower. She cut it short, halting the water and quickly toweling off to investigate. She opened the door and a cloud of steam followed her out as she saw the unfortunate and needy position poor Ferra found herself in. The moment they managed to stop looking at each other's parts just long enough to lock eyes, Ferra hardly needed words to communicate her need.

Still, it helped to be clear, and this was something to be clear about. She managed to get out a few words through the haze of her lust: "I could use a little . . . help here."

Vanessa quickly surmised exactly what help entailed. She crossed the floor towards the bed and trailed hot steam from the doorway as she did. Ferra was still sitting upright on the edge of the bed, having been too stunned at the sight of the wolfess to move. But, as she drew near, she found herself face to face with Vanessa's cock, snaking its way from its sheath, plumping up from the sight of her.

"See something you like?" Vanessa quipped, smiling wide. Part of her enjoyed how in need Ferra looked, staring at the swiftly rising erection. To say she was cocky would be more pun than poignant.

Ferra couldn't find many words to respond with, a fact that was fine with both of them. Cleverness at this point would take a degree of thought and energy that they'd much rather devote to more enjoyable pursuits, such as screwing like animals.

Still smiling with anticipation, Vanessa pushed her hips forward and grabbed hold of Ferra's shoulders, pushing her gently backwards. She did little to fight it and the momentum sent her tumbling backwards helplessly.

And like that she had the wolfess on her rump, already quivering in her own juices. Now -that- was what power felt like and exerting it in such a way only made Vanessa harder. She felt like she might as well be a hundred miles tall as she looked down at Ferra and the canyon of flesh between her legs that simply invited her in.

"Please, I need you," Ferra said, echoing the sentiment that was plainly visible.

With an offer like that, she couldn't refuse.

Ferra saw the look in Vanessa's eye and a tiny smile overtook her. Without even thinking, her legs spread, still focused on the meat the black wolf carried. She put some small effort into sitting back up but the exceedingly unbalanced nature of her body fought her and, with the way the other wolf looked at her, she knew she would just be right back on her ass.

So there she stayed and watched with trepid anticipation as Vanessa positioned herself. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she saw that cock slowly drive into her, spreading her wide. Vanessa could no longer hold herself back and went from a gentle, throbbing exploration to something far more gratifying. With a single long but smooth action she withdrew herself and, just as quickly, slammed back in with a grunt. Once more it was back in, their anatomy teasing one another. Again and again she pounded into her with the force enough to send Ferra's tits flying up towards her chin and clapping together as they came back with each mattress-shifting thrust.

Vanessa began to feel an odd pulling between her legs and tried to readjust but it was persistent. At first she thought it might be her imagination. She repositioned herself a bit further away, that should solve the problem. But then it returned, an odd pulling sensation she felt between thrusts. She slowed herself, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She took another, breathed out, and opened them. What she saw confused her. She tried to exhale again but no, she already had. Why was the shelf of her breasts so pronounced? Vanessa inhaled once more and watched as her chest expanded out as normal but pushed them much further out than they should go.

Vanessa tried to reaffirm what she was seeing. Something began to slap against her inner thigh. It was the side of her ballsack, lower than it had ever been before, bigger than it had ever been before! There was decidedly less space between her legs. Her attention finally shifted downward, at least what she could see over her tits. They were growing! She was growing too!

'What the- why is this happening?' she thought internally 'Is this really happening?' It didn't take long for her to stop caring why it was happening so much that it only mattered -that- it was happening. It was surreal as she watched the base of her cock become a little thicker every time she withdrew and every time there was more and more to pull out before sending it right back in. Even her sheath itself was widening.

Vanessa's chest was growing heavier. While her huge, black-furred tits were determined to redouble in their volume, they were always put to shame by her shaft. She was practically a wolf attached to a cock at this point, not to mention the pendulous orbs she hauled, a perfect complement and, from the looks of them, boiling with hot seed.

There was some small worry that it might no longer fit, but Ferra's body seemed up to the task, her own internal changes seeing to that. What were once inches sliding in became entire feet for the two of them, Vanessa's cock stretched her out wonderfully and bottomed out just in time, with the wolf's balls pressing against her rump just as the head was battering against the cervix. It was like the two of them were grown to match each other.

Both could see the huge bulge it was now making in Ferra's belly, stretching it wide as it rushed forward and 'deflating' as it fell back, but only she could feel it like none other. Of course it felt amazing to Vanessa but, in her fevered state, it was just a warm hole to ravage. Ferra was the only one who could truly appreciate just how much was inside her and just how much it filled her. She grit her teeth in ecstasy, threw her head back, and held on dearly as she draped her arms over her belly to feel that massive cock sliding in and out under her paws. It was bliss.

Ferra moved her footpaws as best as she could between each jostling push forward. She lifted them to find the soft swells of the black wolf's sac, her feet pressed gently against them. Though she could not see, she could feel them well enough. Even with her less sensitive feet she could feel the warmth of those orbs and how they churned madly with seed just begging to be released. Just the thought of it sent Ferra's hips shaking with her first orgasm and drawing tight around that pistoning cock.

Vanessa could sense it and slowed herself to let the other wolf enjoy the afterglow and recover. She took this time to lean in as much as her size would allow, found the monumental will to slow her hips down to a circular grind, and craned her neck to reach Ferra's heaving chest. She found their way to one of those nipples, lips suckled, her tongue lashed against it, ushering Ferra into a protracted moan. Moments that felt like forever passed but soon desire won out and became dominant in their minds. The wolf pulled herself erect once more and bucked into her lover with a renewed fervor.

Ferra could feel that she was close, both of them were. She could hardly believe she was ready again but she could feel it upon her. She reached down to play with her own clit, rubbing against it between Vanessa's thrusts in the massive pounding she was taking. Her fingers pushed into and were almost swallowed by the lips of the huge mound. She could feel Vanessa's thrusting growing quicker, now sprinting those last few steps towards the edge.

"Don't st-stop!" cooed Ferra, as if she would. "I'm gonna- whatever y-you do, don't -sto"

Like a bell going off in her head, Ferra came again. This time it seemed to trigger Vanessa's own as her tightening pussy practically sucked and milked the shaft until it was emptying into her, spilling itself into what little space was left and forcing the appearance of a rising furred hill that was her belly. Vanessa's grunted as nearly every muscle in her body flexed in that moment. Ferra felt it splash deep inside her womb and the outpouring refused to stop for the longest time, leaving her with a round and bloated appearance.

Their sex and pleasure-addled minds made it difficult to judge how much time had passed. It might have been minutes or far longer for Vanessa to stop filling her partner and for the knot of her cock to finally go down enough to let her pull out, panting of course. To their surprise and delight (for being able to walk later, at least) the tremendous swelling they had both experienced seemed to abate, slowly but surely, until both could move once more unhindered. At long last, they found themselves back to their original sizes.

After cleaning up as best they could, which was no small matter, the two found themselves still panting from exertion, not just from the exertion but from dehydration. Sex like that can take it right out of you. Spying the remains of the smoothies as the closest thing available, Ferra grabbed hers and passed the other to Vanessa, both happy enough to finish them off. Some time had passed and they eventually found themselves recharged. The mysterious affliction that caused them to swell so large with need seemed to fade entirely by now. Just as quickly as it came it left. Yes, it was surely odd but it wouldn't be the first time something like this happened.

Eventually they decided to get dressed and visit the shore. It was a beautiful day and they were here to enjoy all the resort had to offer, after all. Ferra slipped into her typical bikini of lavender hue, a favorite color of hers, while Vanessa wore a more crimson affair that showed off her curves as well as the considerable bulge in front. Granted, that was after she managed to squeeze it all in there. Even back down to her normal size, she was a big girl.

With a basket of provisions and beach blanket towels in hand, they left their little bungalow behind and followed the stone path cut among the brilliantly verdant and colored foliage and the dense canopy above that shaded everything around. It led to the tree line where, in stark contrast, the bright sands of the beach stretch in front of them and the warmth from it washed over them.

Strange as it was, it was slightly off-season for tourism here and the resort was small and not well-known so it was understandable that they had not stumbled across many people on the short walk down to the beach. Surely there would be more appearing later in the day.

They travelled some ways along the beach until they found a particularly serene spot. Vanessa looked around, it seemed they were the only ones on this stretch of secret beach. At long last they found other patrons of the beach which came at the relief that they were not in fact the only ones who didn't work here. Taking a small comfort in that, they decided to spread out their beach towels and prepared their little claim of the shore.

There always seemed to a grass-skirted smiling island man or woman laden with necklaces of flowers, cool drinks, or other niceties freely offered to any guest who might wish it. Not wishing to offend, Vanessa volunteered to go and fetch a couple of those chilled juice drinks, leaving Ferra a head start at the relaxation game.

It wasn't but a short minute after she lay herself on the towel, warmed by the sand beneath, that Ferra felt her eyes begin to drift closed just as the rest of the world drifted away in her mind, pulling away to leave her in contented isolation. There was just the warm of the sand and sun, the calling of the gulls and the roar of the waves, and the gentle wind that blew across and tickled her.

She didn't notice how others had indeed taken notice at her: the fancy from an unknown passerby, cocking an eye to the buxom wolf as he went along, then by husband and wife as they began to question who might wear a bikini so tight when they know they had such ample . . . assets. What was that girl thinking? What they didn't know is that her breasts, apparently struggling to free themselves, were considerably larger than they were mere moments before. All Ferra noticed from their newfound weight was how it was getting just a little harder to breathe, something she attributed to the heat.

Then there were the teenagers, off in the near distance, staring in shocked but happy silence at what they found so hard to believe. It looked at first as though Ferra, a stranger to them, had snuck a squishy, half-deflated beachball into her bikini bottom. But, as they watched, they discovered it was no lewd prank judging from the shape of it and how parts of what had to be her impossibly sized pussy was beginning to peek from its confines. One of them thought to go up and let her know but was soon stopped by his peers, who wanted to continue enjoying the show uninterrupted.

Eventually the murmur of the crowd she had gathered reached her ears and prompted her to at last open her eyes in wonder of what was going on. She sure as hell noticed those now enormous tits of hers when she tried to sit up and felt them pushing back down and roll to the side simultaneously, stopped only by the stretching fabric of her top which was sorely tested by all it was trying to hold back.

Everything was getting tight again, those puffy lower lips bulging out her bikini and pushing further every second with their unrelenting growth. Then she felt the snap, her swimsuit bottom had at first dug into her hips but no longer, defeated by the sheer size of her womanhood. A reverberation carried through her body with a cold spike of realization that she was now exposed to the world. Eyes went wide and she grabbed for the edges of the towel to pull it over herself and regain some degree of decency. She bolted upright, carrying the towel with her and trying to wrap it about her waist, trying to smile and bow but getting away from the source of her embarrassment as fast as possible foremost.

Her top was digging into her growing, bouncing breast flesh, straining fabric, stretching the straps until they just couldn't bear any more and, with a whipping snap, split wide open and sent those tits of hers bouncing free. She had not enough nearly towel to cover her breasts as well. Her face became a new shade of red she'd never known before, flushed deeply even under the fur.

She desperately searched for the nearest shelter she could find. The closest standing structure was a series of outdoor stalls for showering. They would have to do. She practically flew from door to door along the big line of them, trying to find an open one. The third one worked and she was soon inside, locking the door behind her and praying that not too many people saw where she went.

Upon her return with a duo of frosty beverages, Vanessa saw Ferra in her hurried state disappearing into the stalls. There was a towel wrapped around her waist and she was dripping something, soaking the sand behind her. What she found odd was that Ferra seemed to be missing her top, instead holding her arm close to her chest which was overflowing with far too much flesh. What happened in the room must be happening again! So she rushed over, forgetting the drinks entirely to see to Ferra's safety, and pressed herself against the stall door she saw the wolfess go behind.

"Are you alright?" she asked from the other side.

"Vanessa, is that you?" answered Ferra's voice. "Please! Please, I need help!"

"Are you stuck or something? What's wrong?"

The only further answer was the door unlocking, swinging open, and Ferra's arm coming out to pull Vanessa inside. Once in, she saw what exactly was troubling her: a hot and flustered look she knew too well that told her exactly what kind of help Ferra needed. But here in public? She already knew there was only one way to rectify this yet again, only one way they'd both be walking out of here at this point. A distinctly feminine scent tickled Vanessa's nose, getting a bugling and pulsing reaction from her own groin, and she could tell they both wanted this despite the overt nature.

Smiling, Vanessa reached a hand into the bottom of her swimsuit, prying the ultra-tight fabric from herself, and with her other paw lifting the hardening cock free to spring into the open air. Ferra stood and just blinked for a short moment, staring at it, some part of her noticed that it was bigger than it normally was but it had not fully registered. There was enough to take in as it was.

Vanessa took her stunned silence as agreement, maneuvered herself around Ferra, slowly dragging a finger teasingly across her midriff until she wound up behind her. She let her hot breath excite the back of her neck, arms wrapped around her, groping and fondling, charging her with a sexual energy that made it so difficult to say no. Ferra found something slipping in between her legs from behind: that fat, engorged shaft of Vanessa's was throbbing there, placed in such a way to almost look as if it belonged to her. The brown wolfess reached down to grab and hold it, wrapping fingers around and wondering for a few moments what it must feel like to have something so powerful attached to her.

"Alright," Vanessa tried to laugh but it was a poor, breathy disguise for how much she really wanted it. "Why not?"

Ferra's thoughts didn't linger there long as they were swiftly drawn away to her own needy anatomy. Vanessa's wolfhood was grinding back and forth, rubbing against the underside of her snatch. Ferra let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine and she fell all but limp in her arms.

The newfound weight of Ferra's breasts too her by surprise, forcing her to lean forward to catch herself and, by consequence, send the swollen head of Vanessa's cock right between her tits and against her mouth. Her first instinct was to open it, of course, and found it parting her lips, trailing thick precum of which she savored the taste before righting herself. Ferra's breasts were still growing, swelling into new realms of enormity well past the size of her head to the point where she needed both arms to hold them up but even this only lasted so long as her arms and back both grew tired.

Vanessa grew impatient, rather parts of her did. She let go from holding her and Ferra felt herself falling forward. But she only dropped an inch or two, so massive had her chest gotten that it was just that short of a distance to the ground followed by a soft bounce against the warm tile floor. The force sent a quake throughout them and they distorted from their globular shape, shook and spread along the floor which brushed against the sensitive skin of her nipples and made her shiver. No sooner did she hit the ground was her tail raised in anticipation, fully on display.

In seconds Vanessa was on top of her, both figuratively and literally. Her body was aching to satisfy those animalistic urges, she quickly moved to mount. There was a flood of heat and carnal craving driving her onward that neither had any hope of denying.

"What the- oh -Oh!" Ferra exclaimed. From her position she could hardly see what was behind her, only feel -and she could certainly feel Vanessa. She grit her teeth in a spike of pleasure as she felt Vanessa invading her once more, sliding into her slippery sex like a glove. She quivered when she felt that amazingly thick cock hilt inside her again and again. Though each time it seemed to go a little further, spread her a little wider, and feel just a little better.

At first Vanessa thought Ferra was just simply clenching, that the slick tunnel was just constricting around her but no, she was growing once more. This was beginning to become a pattern. The thought drove her wild and her hips became a blur. Her balls began to slap against Ferra's ass when she rammed in as deeply as she could, pushing further against every wall and filling her more and more as she grew. As Vanessa's nuts expanded and built their load they began to press against the backside of Ferra's legs, then against the rounded swells that were the back of her tits as they grew increasingly unwieldy, not that Vanessa cared. All that mattered was rutting.

Waves of pleasure took control of Ferra, her legs shook and toes curled. She knew she couldn't hold it back, she was far too near her climax. All she could do now was hang on to as many of those precious seconds beforehand to stoke herself higher and higher. The closer to the peak she could get, the better it would be when she came! She gasped and felt herself tumble over the edge, vaginal lips clenching tight around Vanessa's shaft as she spasmed wildly in pleasure. Vanessa herself was getting close, so close . . .

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Hello there in there! Are you alright?" someone called out.

Someone finally got the nerve to hound them out, or at least check on them. Neither exactly had the wherewithal to reply much, so engaged with each other and drowned out by their own ungodly noises.

Vanessa froze in place, well almost all of her. Nothing could stop the pounding cock buried inside Ferra and, even when caught, she still slowly bucked her hips, hovering on the verge of exploding inside her. She was torn between getting up to save face and answering and just finishing right there, filling that desperate need that clawed at her, not caring who saw or noticed.

Ferra's eyes darted around frantically, not knowing what would happen. Vanessa slowly turned her head towards the door in an attempt to try and concoct some response. However, she wasn't able to hold back any longer. With a self-gratifying grunt, she let herself go and began to empty into her lover. She leaned in, her hands clasped over Ferra's hips, holding her there as her knot swelled larger and larger just inside. She could feel Ferra clenching around her cock, cumming one last time herself. Feeling her belly fill like a balloon was all it took to push her over the edge and make things even tighter, as if there were any chance of the wolf being able to pull out soon. Meanwhile, Vanesse shook visibly, gritted her teeth, shut her eyes, and scratched her paws against the floor as those titanic orbs of hers dumped their excessive load into an increasingly spherical Ferra. What escaped flooded onto the tile and out from under the stall in a great white wash, into the adjoining ones and onto the sand outside to the gasps of others.

It all happened so fast but, by the time Vanessa felt the last spurt leave her and opened her eyes again, she was looking straight at an enormously bloated brown furred belly. She could feel just a little more of her essence escaping around the sides of her cock from the pressure alone but the vast majority held there. Reality reasserted itself and she was one again aware of their visitors.

After some time, filled with exhausted recovery, Vanessa dared to peek through the slats. She was surprised to find a smiling rabbit fellow instead of resort security. They couldn't stay in there forever so they took a deep breath and opened the door. The rabbit was still there, beside him stood a cheetah girl, eyes glued on the two of them but not in disgust, rather had they been paying more attention they might have seen the interested look in her eyes and the fact that she was very slightly licking her own lips on more than one occasion. There was a small crowd behind them but they stood out in front, the rest more pretended to be otherwise engaged and tried not to look like they were watching.

"Oh, I'm sorry! We didn't mean to interrupt," he said. "We just saw the commotion and the affair you two were in and thought we might see if you were alright."

Vanessa hesitated. She was expecting alarm and surprise at the discovery. Surely she heard wrong. "I ah- I-I think we're fine now, yes," she answered with quavering voice.

"Oh wow! Looks like you've been enjoying the Muji fruit," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, sorry about that I- wait, Muji?" Ferra asked.

"The fruit that grows on the island? It causes hypertrophy, not to mention being a powerful aphrodisiac. You must have had some by the looks of you," said the cheetah girl.

"I don't remember eating any Muji fruit," Ferra interjected.

"Did you have any of the smoothies? Juice? Fruit cocktails or the like?" the bunny asked. "They put it in a lot of stuff here."

Then it made sense, everyone they had seen so far had either been just checking in down at the lobby or actually worked for the resort, who themselves wouldn't have partaken. Muji must have been among the other fruit not prevalent enough to list in the drink. Was such a thing so casual here that it was just assumed everyone would know it featured in anything fruit related?

"Why didn't anyone say there was some crazy fruit that did that here?" Vanessa asked incredulously.

"They probably thought you knew. A lot of people come here for it," the cheetah explained. "Since it seems to lose its effects about a day after picking, this is really the only place you can get it. Be careful though, it can be addicting," she smiled.

"Gotta be careful with it," he added.

How did they not know? Nothing like that was in the brochure. It must have been some sort of open secret that their luck didn't allow them to know or discover the fact sooner. Though the idea that this fruit was available all over the island brought up an entirely new channel of consideration for the trip. This could certainly be a fun week.