Anthony slung his ruck-sack over one shoulder, his various costumes packed tightly into it, and sauntered out into the back alley. 6'3", he was taller than most guys and felt pretty damn proud about his stature. Heck, combine that with the adoration in the eyes of the furry-boys out there in the audience and he almost never wanted to leave work!
"Ex-excuse me," came a stammering voice.
Anthony turned around to spy a slender, boyish weasel-morph standing in the alley, a backpack over his shoulder and a black book in his hands.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking down the alley to ensure the college-age student was alone. "Need somethin'? I'm off-duty..."
The weasel blushed, the insides of his round ears reddening as he walked closer. "Yeah, actually; I'm -uh- I'm in town for the convention and -well- I was wondering if I could get your autograph?"
The tiger snorted. "My autograph?"
The weasel nodded. "Yeah..." He held out the book and flipped it open, paging past illustration after illustration of various anthropomorphics in various settings. Most of them seemed to be of a modern fantasy nature with a few science fiction thrown in for good measure. Several were clearly erotic in nature, many buff and toned like the tiger, himself.
"Not a bad collection," he said, grinning with a lopsided smile. "You draw all these?"
The weasel shook his head. "No; I...I don't draw this well; I commission the drawings. I only write stories, sometimes." He flipped a bit further into the book and showed the erotic dancer an image of a buff, naked tiger with a massive penis and balls. "I thought he kinda looked like you and, well, I thought it would be kinda fun to have you sign it..."
Anthony chuckled. "You want 'Felis Rex' on that drawing?" he asked.
The smaller man nodded. "Yeah; and could you make it out to 'Wesley'?"
"Wesley Weasel?" he asked in response, fishing about for a pen. "Kinda obvious, isn't it?"
Wesley blushed and nodded. "Yeah, but it's my real name. Well, not the 'weasel' part, but my folks named me Wesley..."
The tiger scrawled "Felis Rex" on the drawing and grinned. "Man, what are you gonna do after you leave, Wes? Paradise Island transformations only last while you're on-shore..."
"I know; it's gonna be hard. That's why I'm not changing back to human until I have to leave..."
Anthony capped his pen and handed the book back to Wesley. "Well, there you go. Enjoy your stay on the island..."
He turned and started walking away, towards the other side of the alley, when he heard the weasel's voice pipe up from behind him.
"Uh, sir?" he asked, making the tiger grin, anticipating the next words. "Uh, do you mind if I come with you?"
It was an often-enough request; many young gay guys often came onto Anthony, each one thinking that, perhaps, they could share something more than just the visual show. He thought about it for a bit, contemplating his options.