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The consequences of your actions

added 17 years ago A

You realize that Becky made a valid point, and so you two decide to simply sit in your seats. Soon enough, another attendant pops up at your seat. "Excuse me ladies, it's time to go," he says cheerily.

"No, we're not going anywhere," Becky told him, "You're going to take us back home."

"I'm sorry, but we can't do that," he says.

"Why not?" you ask, irritated.

"Look, why don't you girls come out onto the deck with me, and I'll explain everything," he asks. For a moment, you debate the merits of protesting, but he seems so genuinely nice, you don't see the harm in it. Plus, he's rather cute, with blonde hair and slender build you wouldn't mind dating him once you got back home. He can't be much older than you, you imagine, no more than twenty.

"Well, alright," you reply. You and Becky follow him out onto the deck.

"So, what's the excuse?" Becky asks, oblivious to the charms of the attendant's cuteness.

"Well, we can't leave, so we can't take you back," he says to her, smiling broadly, glancing skyward for a split second.

Becky sighed, "Why in the hell can't we leave?"

"Well, two reasons actually," he tells the two of you, "First off, the lines are tied down already." he gestures to the lines, which are indeed tied securely to the dock.

"You can't untie them?" You ask, confused.

"That takes care of one problem, but what would you do about that?" he asks, pointing skyward.

Becky looks up at the sky, following his finger, "What...the MOON's a problem for you? How in the HELL is the moon a problem for you?"

"Oh, it's not a problem for...ugh...us," he says, his breathing suddenly ragged, "It's more of a..gahh...problem for YOU!" His eyes blaze yellow, and his teeth elongate into fangs. The buttons on his uniform shirt pop off one by one as his chest expands, and his sleeves shred as his biceps gain mass. His pants fall away in a similar shredding, and a loud rustle of blonde fur growing in can be heard. He smiles at you, gesturing with taloned fingers, his face extending into a muzzle, and you're left with a hulking blonde werewolf menacing you.


What do you do now?


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