Alex heard the rustling become louder as a figure emerged out of the bushes.
“Hey bro. You alright?” the figure says with a deep and charming voice.
Alex was going to respond but he became too engrossed in what he saw before him to utter a single word.
A large and beefy anthro grey wolf wearing a red speedo had stepped into the beach’s woods. He stood tall, around the same height as Alex, and had a muscular physique. With a pair of large pecs and a defined six-pack, as well as wide and thick arms and legs that bulged with muscles. He also wore a pair of sunglasses and had a white towel hanging from his neck.
“W-w-werewolf?” Alex stammered, finally breaking from his trance and getting a word out. He was surprised at the sudden appearance of a hunky wolfman and could only assume what the creature was.
“Werewolf?” said the stranger confused, his left eyebrow arched as he looked around himself before looking back at Alex. “Wait... do you mean me?”
Alex nodded as his gaze began to shift from the wolf’s face and down to his speedo. A large bulge protruding in the spandex caught Alex’s eye and his surprise slowly turned to arousal. Before he knew it, his large green cock began to harden once more as it rose in the air, catching both of their attention.
“Ahh! Wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Alex shouted flustered as he raised the yellow speedo at his feet back to his hips. He had forgotten that he was completely naked, having taken his swimsuit off to masturbate, and exposing his manhood in front of him.
Alex hoped his speedo would conceal his hardness. However, his speedo was obviously tented and failed to hide his 12-inch erection. Warmth spread through his face as he lowered his head to not make eye contact.
“I’m not a werewolf, I’m a beastman!” the wolf stated, not bothered by Alex’s lewd display, more focused on attempting to clear up the misunderstanding. “I understand how you could make that mistake though. We look pretty similar.”
Alex looked at the wolf in confusion. “That’s what he’s focused on?” he thought bewildered, questioning why he wasn’t reacting more to his boner.
“Bro, you ran off so quick back there that I began to worry if you were in trouble,” the wolf said, adjusting his sunglasses. “So I came over to check up on you. Are you alright?”
“Uh… yeah. I’m just a little… confused?” Alex let out a flimsy answer as he tried to come to terms with what was currently happening. He was an orc in a speedo and a hunky wolf, also in a speedo, was now consoling him. All the while the wolf showed no reaction to the remnants of semen around Alex or his massive erection.
Was he dead or was all this a dream?
Alex could barely fathom the most recent set of events, let alone everything that had begun happening ever since he woke up this morning.
Alex remembered coming home from work the previous night exhausted and, after entering his apartment, collapsed on his bed. The next thing he knew, he awoke as an orc lying on a beach surrounded by a bunch of attractive mythological creatures, in swimwear, playing volleyball.
Processing everything filled Alex with even more confusion as he tried to come up with a logical explanation. Maybe he had finally gone mad and the result was a hallucination where nothing made sense anymore?
That kinda made sense if he ignored the realistic and tangible sensations he felt as well as the free-willed creatures speaking to him.
Alex became lost in thought as the wolf stared at him, worrying over the orc’s troubled state.