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[b][u][center]The Islands of Wet Dreams

Chapter 2: High on Life

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

[i]Ngahau[/i] was a smaller island than [i]Noho,[/i] but for all that, it was still pretty massive compared to the tiny things back home. Carl was used to little places that were barely big enough for a picnic that one could swim to off of a beach, not something that was big enough for all...this.

He leaned against the railing of the pier, the canoe’s rope already secured as he looked over the waterfront. It was like someone had transplanted the best of Coney Island, Seattle, and New Orleans together into one big waterfront pier, and then given it even more life. Glowing neon signs flickered over hundreds of different stands, and the bing-bing-bong of arcades filled the air. Further down the pier, he could make out not one, but four roller-coasters already in full swing, and the air was filled with the smells of a hundred different fried foods.

“Heh, now this is what [i]I[/i] call a vacation.”

Even with all the anthros around, he threw himself into the crowd with a will, pushing past a couple dozen people to get to a relatively thinner part of the crowd, his eyes flicking from one waterfront store or business to another. He passed by a stall selling saltwater taffy, almost stopped at a cart selling hot dogs run by a big, black and gray wolf, and finally came to a slow halt in front of one of the arcades.

It was, to put it bluntly, overwhelming. So many games, so many people, and best of all, a prize wall that stretched so high that it was lost against the ceiling.

Carl ran right in, ducking around the various people until he was at the front desk. A rather cheerful raccoon turned to face him, offering a smile.

“Hey there, how can I help you?”

“Hi. Just checking, is this one of those special card arcades, or -”

“Oh, heck no. We’re going for something as authentic as we can. Quarters all the way.”

“...Perfect.”

Carl grinned, already shoving his hand into his wallet as he looked around for one of the change machines. It didn’t take long to spot one, and he darted in before anyone else could form a line. With a five-dollar bill in hand, he fed it into the machine, and was rewarded by the familiar clatter of quarters.

A lot of quarters, for that matter. He picked some of them up, adding them together, before coming to the conclusion he’d gotten $10 worth of quarters for a $5 bill.

“That’s...weird…”

Still, no reason to complain about some free shots. He chuckled, pocketing the majority of it in his front-left pocket before taking a dollar or so and making his way towards the back of the arcade.

It was loud, it smelled of fried food and soda, and there were so many flashing lights that he thought he might get a seizure even with his eyes closed. In a word, precisely what an arcade should be.

“Let’s see how many tickets I can get…”

Four pinball games, two basketball machines, and one lottery later, Carl had everything that he needed. Wearing the tickets like bandoliers around his chest, he walked back up to the front of the arcade, and threw them down on the counter. The raccoon blinked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“How many -”

“Heh, just five dollars of quarters, and a lot of luck.”

“Lots of luck, alright. Heh, alright, big player. Whatcha want?”

The raccoon gestured at the prize wall, and he looked at it with a curious eye. There were a lot of possibilities, but he immediately skipped over the lower levels. He’d won somewhere about forty thousand tickets, already, so he was pretty sure that was worth a few good prizes. There were some small cell phone cases, some plushies, some of the old rubber-band guns that looked almost vintage…

[i]What would Sam like?[/i] he wondered. Sam was one of his best friends, and the Professor’s son. Should have been him on the trip, in reality, but Sam had decided it was better to keep to his studies, and had given him the ticket instead. Carl wasn’t going to complain, but he wasn’t going to leave his friend out of it, either.

He was about to ask for the tablet further up, and then his eyes caught something else. Much, much higher, costing somewhere around three million tickets. He blinked, and pointed at the little card on the stand.

“What’s that thing?”

“Hmm? That? Heh, I’ll show you.”

The raccoon climbed up the wire mesh wall so fast that Carl would have sworn that he was part squirrel if that wasn’t entirely impossible. He came down with a thump, holding a golden ticket in hand.

“This is a special prize. Mega-good stuff. Free access to all the games in the arcade, as well as the new stuff in the back. No paying for any of it, and double the tickets.”

“Double...All the…”

“Uh-huh, and trust me. There’s a crap ton of stuff back there.”

“...You know that you’ve guaranteed I’m gonna be here for the whole vacation now, right?”

“Hehehe, I figured.”

Carl was already reaching for his wallet, but the raccoon waved a hand.

“Hey, hey, much as I’d like you to spend all that money here, why don’t you go see some of the rest of [i]Ngahau?[/i] You might want to get something else, first.”

“That’s...a weird suggestion. Don’t you want -”

“We all get paid the same. We’re all part of the same business.”

“Ah, right. Heh.”

[i]Probably just don’t want someone winning all the tickets and breaking their bank,[/i] he thought with a smirk. [i]Well, I’ll be back later. I’m sure that all those tickets will still be there, then. Not to mention the golden ticket. Man, I’ll be able to bring every prize back, with that.[/i]

He waved over his shoulder as he left the arcade, stepping back into the crowd. They pushed every which way, some of them nudging him with fur or scales, others shoving him with familiar flesh. Carl grunted as he was shoved into people, but kept his attention forward, wondering what else this island had for him.

#

It took him over an hour to decide where to go next, but he eventually followed one of the red lines towards the back of the pier. It led him towards some of the bigger rides, and then past it, towards a large tent that covered a fairly big piece of the wooden boardwalk. Carl walked up to it, only to be stopped at the tent entrance by a naga, of all things.

They existed, he knew that much, but this was the first time that he’d seen one that wasn’t in a picture. He couldn’t help but stare at the top-hat wearing serpent, blinking twice as the scaly thing held out a hand.

“ID, please?”

“Uh…”

“Hehehe, I’m kidding. We don’t actually check those here, but, consider it a bit of warning.”

The naga leaned in, a hand pressed to his mouth conspiratorially.

“After all, this is where we do some of the [i]big[/i] shows, the sort of stuff that you can’t really get out on the mainland.”

“Yeah? What sorta stuff?”

“Heh, you can’t tell by the red line?”

Carl’s eyes widened, and he blushed.

“O-oh, that sort of…”

“Oh yes, that sort of stuff in abundance. Hehehe, I’m sure that a young man like you can handle it, though. After all, it’s not like you’re without experience, right?”

“...Define experience.”

“Oh, ho, then you’ve to the right place. Come, come, step into the tent. You’ll love it.”

“But I -”

“I insist, on the house. Get in!”

The naga pushed him just enough for him to give in, though it wasn’t like he was feeling that eager to leave, anyway. He’d been to a couple of strip clubs before, but if there was more than that here...and if they were doing something different…

[i]Well, it can’t hurt to give it a shot.[/i]

The tent itself was rather dark on the inside, only lit by a few red lanterns from the ceiling, which were themselves lit by some sort of red ring on the inside. He shook his head at the sight of them, and walked down the benches towards the front row of seats. There weren’t a great deal of them, admittedly, but that was probably for the best. For a sexy show...well, Carl would prefer a little privacy.

He looked around, avoiding the empty stage and trying not to stare at the other people in the room. Up on the far right, he could see some sort of two-toned dragon, reclining back and blushing, and over on the left, a few rows down, he saw what he supposed was some sort of...lioness? He wasn’t sure. But in either case, neither of them were looking at him.

Settling back, he tried to get comfortable. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, when the benches were made of hardwood and there weren’t any cushions, but he imagined the show would be a good enough distraction.

[i]What’ll it be like, though?[/i] Carl thought. He’d been to several strip clubs, but only the ones with ladies. Would this be one of those, or some sort of one with both sexes? Or -

The lights suddenly flared a little brighter, casting the stage in a warming red light. The naga slithered in from outside, and pulled himself up on the stage, and for the first time, Carl realized that the big snake didn’t have anything covering himself, down there. He blushed, trying not to look at the twin tips that were poking free.

“Hello, hello, everyone, and welcome to the afternoon show,” the naga said. “I’m the host of the Red Lantern Tent, and star of stage for the eastern half of this island, Lorenus! The Great, I should add, hehe.

“At any rate, we all know why you’re here. You want to see the sexy stuff, the adult show, the peep show, the perfect people that strut their stuff for your enjoyment. Well, wait no longer, because heeeeeere they are!”

Lorenus leaped off of the stage - as much as a naga could leap - and curtains that Carl hadn’t even noticed came up at the back of the stage. As one, three orcas stepped forward, each one of them wearing nothing but a speedo. They stomped forward in unison, each step a heavy thump to the ears until they reached the edge of the stage, their toes hanging off the edge as they started lifting their arms, chanting something in a strange language.

They suddenly pulled back, still stomping about, their muscular arms grinding off of each other as they moved. One arm up, the other towards the audience, they waggled their fingers in some sort of ritualistic movements, almost like they were chanting something [i]at[/i] them.

Carl leaned forward, unable to contain his curiosity as the three males suddenly split apart, one in the middle with the other two on either side of the stage. They raised their arms towards the roof of the tent, their heads leaning back and their backs curling, their hips thrusting forward.

Despite himself, he looked down at their bulges, and his own cheeks started to burn at the sight. The orcas’ speedos were full to bursting, with the tops of the waistlines coming down over drooping pink lengths. They had to be stuffed or something, he thought, but it was so lifelike…

He shivered, realizing he was starting to stiffen in his pants as the show went on. The three orcas took a step forward, thumping the stage with their big, broad feet, and he almost jumped from the impact. Another step, another thump, and he stared as their bulges seemed to leap along with the impacts. Their arms were still raised up, and the words in their chant seemed to be getting more and more understandable.

“[i]Moto moka….moto moe…[/i]”

He strained his ears, trying to pick it out, but it was hard to do that when three sexy guys were dance-stomping closer and closer together, swaying their hips and thrusting occasionally to the beat of their own harsh footsteps. Every time they took a step, their bulges bounced again, and he swore that the waistbands were coming down further and further -

POP!

One of the speedos slipped right down, and Carl’s eyes almost bugged out of his head at the side. That cock was fucking huge, as thick as his wrist and as long as his forearm. The speedo itself had been ripped apart, hanging from the tip for a moment before it fell off with the next step.

POP! POP! The other two came free shortly after, thick pink cocks pointing forward, narrowing to a small tip at the very end. They came closer and closer until their lengths formed a pyramid, the chanting orcas pressing their hands together at the top, and shouting one last phrase.

“[i]Maunga Ahi![/i]”

They hadn’t even touched themselves or each other, but as soon as they shouted, their dicks exploded with cum. Carl yelped, backing up a row as he realized that he was in the splash zone, and blushed as his seat suddenly became flooded with thick, musky cum. It splattered everywhere, and almost got on his shoes as he kept his distance. The three orcas panted, their slick dicks still touching at the very tips as they kept on shooting.

He was still staring at them when the orcas started to move off stage, and the naga slipped himself up. Lorenus passed a towel to the lioness with his tail, and laughed as she started scrubbing herself clean.

“Heh, that’s what you get from being in the front row, ladies and gentlemen. Now that we’ve got the opening act out of the way, let’s take things a bit further, shall we? I want you to take a moment...take a moment and imagine something for me.”

The lights dimmed, and Carl looked up, his eyes locking on the brightest thing in the room, which happened to be the naga’s eyes. Lorenus smiled, holding out a hand.

“Imagine your perfect night...with your most perfect lover. Imagine the touch of your partner on your hand...imagine the touch of your partner on your leg. A finger, a toe, a tongue, working closer and closer to that most intimate of places. What do they look like? What do they smell like? What do they feel like? Fur or flesh? Scales or feathers? Rasping or smooth?”

Carl blinked, but despite the strange question, he found himself...thinking about it. What would it be like…

Images flickered through his head. He thought of a wolf, then a human. A girl, then a man. Then a bird. Then a creature like the orcas...So many options.

“Think of your partner. What do they sound like? What do they feel like against you? Are you sitting on their lap, or them on yours?”

Them on his, Carl thought before he realized it, and his imagination must have been going wild, because he could almost see a silhouette in front of him, something on his lap. Something...something larger than him, curvier, in a way, but it felt...felt male…

He swallowed as he swore he felt something grinding back against him, but it had to be imagination, shadows. There wasn’t anything [i]actually[/i] there…

“Imagine your lover. What’s your favorite thing about them? What do you like most? What makes your motor run?”

[i]That ass,[/i] he thought, looking down slowly. He was gradually pulling it together. Not a human, but something...big. A hippo, he thought. A big, wide-assed hippo, something heavy and curvy, weighty and yet, so lovely. Something he could...mmmph…

Carl leaned back as he imagined it, almost seeing that big, leathery ass pressing down on his crotch, swearing that he could feel the size on him. His eyes closed to slits, but he couldn’t look away from the silhouette, or the eyes that glowed through them. Those bright, flickering snake eyes…

“Think of that, think of your lover. Imagine them here, imagine how beautiful, how handsome, how perfect they are…”

He was falling deeper and deeper into it, thinking of that magnificent hippo. Big, thick muscles along its arms, a rounded chest and belly, a gut that had grown out to fit the species, and an ass that jiggled and wobbled with every step. Carl’s cock throbbed in his pants, pushing up hard, and he groaned as he slid his hips back and forth along the bench, imagining he was thrusting into -

Wait...he was...he was thrusting into something…

The snake kept talking, but Carl whipped his eyes open, and gasped.

There, right on his lap was the very hippo he was imagining, or something very close to it. It was almost opaque, just barely see through, but it was there. It had weight. And that ass was grinding constantly on his bulge.

“What the fuck?!”

His voice came out in a whisper rather than a shout, and the hippo’s head turned to look at him. It smiled, almost smirked, and he felt it grab his hand, pulling it down to the ghostly ass.

The curves were there, and as he squeezed, he could feel it. Light, though, almost insubstantial, like a pillow or a cushion that was packed into something. Yet, when the hippo pushed back, there was definitely weight behind it. Weight exactly like in his fantasy. How was this...how had…

As he mindlessly groped the hippo, it reached further back and undid his pants, pulling his zipper down and then reaching into his underwear. The cool grip almost snapped him out of it, but there was no snapping out of this. Not when the hippo was pulling his cock free, not when it was grinding him between its ass cheeks, and most definitely not when -

“Mmmmph!”

Carl leaned back, almost reclining on the second row of the benches. He panted hard as he felt his cock push past that hole, squishing in as those ass cheeks hugged his cock, squeezing around them before sliding around his hips. The hippo was much bigger than him, with the most fuckable ass that he could imagine, and his other hand reached down, getting a good grip and squeezing it, stroking it, feeling it up.

“Oh my god…”

“Mmm...you want to fuck me, big guy?”

Carl nodded before he could stop himself, and the hippo leaned forward, pulling him along. The muscular, chubby guy leaned against the row in front of them before turning around, grinding back as he swayed his ass.

“Then fuck me…”

He wanted to. Dear gods, he wanted to, but this was impossible. He looked around the room, seeing if it was happening to anyone else. The lioness was pinned down by a red-tinged hawk, eating out the female, while looking over his shoulder, the two-toned blue dragon was pinned against the bench, getting fucked up the ass by some sort of demon.

If this was impossible, the impossible was happening to everyone...and there was no denying the feeling of that ass over his cock. It was there. It was really, really fucking there.

“I...I…”

“Imagine your lover...and what you’d do to them.”

The snake. The snake was still talking. Lorenus’s words slipped into his head, making it so hard to think.

“Imagine how much you want to feel them around you, with you. Imagine that wonderful feeling when you give in, letting them give you what you want...Imagine it…”

Oh, he was, and the hippo was doing everything that he imagined. Reaching back and fondling his balls, squeezing his cock and milking it with the inner muscles without him even having to thrust. Feeling those chubby ass cheeks twitching and jiggling every time he so much as touched them, making a rippling feeling run over his cock almost constantly. It was there. It was...it was…

It couldn’t…

Carl whimpered, forcing himself to pull back. The hippo looked back at him, turning transparent already. Its face was shocked and hurt, but the human turned, running. He pulled his pants up as he ran, gasping for breath as the snake shouted at him to stop, but he couldn’t.

[i]Impossible, impossible, impossible![/i] he thought as he ran out of the tent, throwing it open with one hand and running down the boardwalk, following the same red line as he had when he was making his way there. [i]Can’t...this is...gotta find the Professor. Gotta get out of here, now![/i]

With his zipper up and his cock barely back where it belonged, he ran down the whole length of the boardwalk, ducking through the crowd as best he could until he reached a thick wall of fresh people coming onto the island. Carl stared at them, trying to find a way through, but there was nothing. Too many people coming onto the island all at once.

[i]Gotta hide, gotta hide,[/i] he thought. He looked over his shoulder. A snake’s head popped over the top of the crowd. Had to be Lorenus, just had to. If he was spotted -

He darted to the side just as the snake started looking down his way, and ran into the first open area he could find.

The arcade.

Carl ran past the front desk again, rushing to the back of the game lines, past the pinball machines and the basketball hoops, past the air hockey and the roller ramps. He went past the VR machines and even past the DDR machines, to the oldest games in the bunch. Pinball machines that half-worked, at best, from what he could see, and not fitted with the ticket dispensers of the other machines.

He started to go into the corner, thinking he’d hide there, but stopped.

[i]If I’m in the only quiet area, it’ll look like the perfect hiding place. But if a game’s going…[/i]

Rooting through his pocket, he found a pair of quarters. Just enough. He popped them into the front of one pinball machine, and pulled himself up close to it, almost grinding his body against the front as he leaned over it to minimize his profile.

The game beeped at him, lighting up, and he tried to look around through the cracks. The naga was definitely looking for him; Lorenus was about halfway across the arcade, slithering around the various tables.

[i]Just...just play the game. Be quiet, be calm. He can’t notice you so well in the dark. Or...or you better hope he can’t.[/i]

It was harder than he thought, tapping the bumpers while trying to keep a surreptitious eye on the snake. He swore that the memory of the hippo was throwing him off, and he shook his head rapidly to try and clear it of the thought of that fat, thick ass pressed against his cock, the feeling of it sliding past a willing hole…

[i]Giving my virginity to a ghost…[/i]

The thought put the excitement out of his head real fast, and he shivered at the implications.

[i]What’s going on here? Why can’t...how the hell did they bring those things to life? They weren’t fake. That wasn’t a show. Those were real fucking ghosts. This...did the professor know about this? Did he -[/i]

Bong bong bong. The machine lit up as he lost the ball, snapping him out of his thoughts. He shook his head, looking around the corner again. No Lorenus in sight; the naga was probably in a different part of the arcade now, which meant that escape might just be possible. If he just slid out carefully…

Carl took one step away from the machine, and then yelped as his fingers didn’t pull away from the buttons. He whipped his head around, and stared.

His fingers looked almost glued to the machine, like they’d been melded with it. White color from the buttons flowed up over his fingertips, and then up towards the first digit before fading back to the pale color of his skin. It...it was impossible, but there was no way to tell where his fingers ended and the buttons began.

He stepped back, trying to pull his fingers free, but they wouldn’t come loose. He even leaned back, trying to pull them off -

CLUNK! SNAP!

“What the - oh...fuck…”

Carl stared down at the machine again. This couldn’t be happening, but…

Where he’d been pressed against the machine, trying to get leverage, some hole had opened. That hole, in turn, had caught his bulge inside of it, and he could feel cold metal pressed against the sides of his cock inside of the machine. A thick metal loop was wrapped around the base of his cock and balls, making it impossible for him to pull out.

Before he could question it further, the machine whirred softly. It was changing shape before his eyes, the edges rounding and his cock before forced up into the collection hole for the pinballs. It stood out, just out of reach of the strikers, and he stared as the name of the game - Pinball Panic - shifted around, spelling out something else.

[i]Get a High Score of 50,000 to Escape![/i]

The reality warping almost didn’t register, after seeing what had happened, but this…

The machine clicked again, loading a new pinball into the pipe. Carl looked down at it, and then at the score. It was one of the older machines, averaging somewhere between 5-10 points whenever it struck something. That meant, at best, he’d need to keep the two remaining balls in play for five thousand bumps in order to get free.

He gulped, and pulled the launcher.

The ball went flying down the tube and into the machine, bouncing off of the edges of the big blue spheres at the top before coming down. He pressed the button - almost too easy, now that his finger was attached - and hit it with a striker. The passing of the wooden block almost struck his cockhead, coming closer than he liked, and he shivered as he felt his cock try and fail to shrink.

The game went on for almost half a minute, the ball bouncing around and his cock forced to stay hard and out in the open by the ring around the base. Carl kept his grunts and winces as quiet as he could, knowing that the slightest sound outside of the game score could get him caught. And even if it wasn’t Lorenus, he didn’t want to be found with his dick caught in the machine.

Thirty seconds, forty, fifty.

At fifty-five seconds - and 30,000 points - the ball slipped past the strikers and smacked his cockhead. He winced at the cool metal grinding under his cock, biting his lip at the bizarrely pleasurable feeling of it grinding on him...and was shocked when it didn’t actually slide into the hole.

How…

It took him almost ten seconds to realize it, and he blushed. He couldn’t hit the ball with the strikers to push it out...but he could ‘fuck’ the hole to shove the ball back into play.

His cheeks on fire, Carl pulled back as much as the machine would let him, and thrust the ball forward. It glided off of his cockhead, and he hit it forward with a striker -

“ACK!”

Only for the striker to hit the metal ball and him at the same time. He winced as he pulled back, his dick swelling a bit at the head, but the ball was back in play. He could do this.

As it bounced around, though, he could feel...something. A tingle, almost like adrenaline mixed with pleasure. It was rushing through him as the numbers mounted higher and higher, and he could feel himself losing his focus on escape, all of his attention bent towards the game. His cock felt like it was swelling with every new point, getting harder and harder, more sensitive by the second, and he leaned forward over the machine, his hips twitching idly every time that the ball came near.

It didn’t take him long before he was thrusting forward, cock bumping against the ball every time it came close, only using the strikers when he had to, when there was no other choice. Every bit of contact made it harder for him, making it more difficult to keep track of what he was doing. The game was all that mattered, and if thrusting helped him beat the game….

“Beat it, beat it, beat it…”

It was almost a point of pride now, beating the game. There was no longer the need to escape, but a need to beat the game. He was already at forty-five thousand points, and getting higher, his cock drooling pre along the inner glass panels of the game. Carl leaned forward, humping it every few seconds, his cock feeling more like it was trapped in a plushy, warm, slipper container rather than a metal machine, and he was getting so close…

“Almost...there…”

“Are you talking about the game or your cock?”

He didn’t even care. He stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, humping away on tiptoes, drooling pre over the inside of the game. A furry hand poked his shoulder as he got up to forty-eight thousand, the ball bouncing around, leaving a shimmering trail of his pre behind wherever it went. Carl could see the numbers climbing, his balls feeling like they were drawing up inside of the machine…

Forty-nine thousand…

Forty-nine thousand, five hundred…

At ten points away, it happened. Carl thrust forward, and the contact with the ball and the strikers at the same time drove him over the edge. He had no idea why; there was something about the way the machine gripped the bottom of his cock, some sort of shock that went through him with the contact, but it happened. He shivered, his cock blowing its load all over the inside...and then shrinking.

“No, no, no!”

Carl stared as his dick slowly started pulling down into the hole. He looked up, hoping that he still had the final ball, but something must have happened. This was his only shot before game over.

He frantically hit the buttons, trying to bounce the ball back for the final points he needed to be released, but it wasn’t happening. His cock kept shrinking down, and the ball followed it, almost in the hole. It was barely blocked out, the metal starting to sink past it -

“You know, from one person with their dick in a machine to another, I think you need help.”

“Help me, then!”

“Heh, since you asked nicely.”

A furry hand grabbed the bottom of the machine and lifted it right up, carrying Carl along with it. He yelped as he was pulled off of the ground, leaning against the machine, and the ball swung back down -

DING DING DING!

He hit fifty-thousand points, and the seal around his dick released him. He slid off, taking a few steps back before looking down. No saving that; his buttons on his jeans remained, but the zipper was gone, leaving his dick to hang out perpetually. Carl turned to look at his rescuer...and froze.

Standing beside him was a black and gray wolf holding a hot-dog cart in one hand, and the machine in the other. Even when he put the machine down, the wolf only looked more ridiculous.

“Heh, you okay there?”

“Uh...I...no?”

“Give it time. It’s chaotic, but you get used to it.”

“You...I’m not crazy, then?”

“Oh, not yet. You probably will be, before the end of this, but not yet.”

“...”

Carl leaned to the side.

“Why -”

“Don’t ask. It was a gig a long time ago.”

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Oh, like one big bad motherfucker, yes. But it’s as good a cover as any.”

“A cover...that requires you to keep your dick in a hot-dog boiler?”

“I didn’t say it was a good cover.”

Carl shook his head. This was...this place was beyond insane. Spirits, ghosts, machines that made him fuck them so he couldn’t get away, and now, a wolf with a boiling cock helping him get away from a molesting arcade game.

“This...this isn’t what I signed up for.”

The wolf patted him on the shoulder. Somehow, that didn’t help him very much. Carl shook his head, slumping down on the floor, trying to think of what to do. Could he call the Professor? Did cell phones even work out here? It was worth a try, but what if it didn’t work? What if he ended up attracting someone’s attention? What if -

“I know that face. Stop it with all the mental questions.”

“Ugh...do you even know what’s going on here?”

“Not really, but I’m pretty sure I know more than you do.”

“And why the hell do you say that?”

“Okay, perhaps I should introduce myself.”

The big wolf lifted up the cart he was ‘wearing,’ and tucked a rapidly healing, very burned dick back behind an apron before offering his hand.

“I’m Studley, demi-god and werewolf. And probably distant relation to whoever’s in charge here, considering all the fuckery with Gaia and all that. And you are?”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]