John paused, not sure if he wanted to tell her about Carrie. He knew what he SHOULD say, but there was a throbbing in his pants, and he knew that Lolita would be willing. All he had to do was whistle. With just a simple wolf whistle, one of his hidden fetishes could be fulfilled, a dark desire he'd abandoned years ago.
"Uhh...just, you know..a vacation," he said, conveniently not saying 'honeymoon'. He would tell her, he told himself, but not yet. The time had to be right. "So uhh, what do you do...err..now that I don't draw you?"
"That's not the only thing you don't do, Johnny boy," Lolita smirked, wrapping an arm around him. "Walk with me," she said, heading down the road, her hand sliding down lower, resting on his ass. Almost automatically, John reciprocated the gesture as they walked.
"Once a toon gets reborn here, they get free will," Lolita told him. "But they also have to make a living. Thankfully once you humans found a way into our dimension, we realized how easily we could get by....entertaining all of you. We really had no idea how many of you would come for fetishistic reasons."
"Yeah, I bet that's a lot of the traffic, now that I think about it," John replied, thinking of his own fetish, and how it might now get fulfilled, regardless of his marital status.
Lolita paused in front of a familiar looking building...it was one that he'd drawn more than a few times. It was Club Moonrise, where Lolita sang her tunes.(Which commonly would elicit a wolf whistle from someone in the audience...leading to a sex scene.) "Yep...that's Club Moonrise...of course, now it's no secret that a werewolf sings there."
"Really?" John asked. When he'd drawn her, the character of Lolita was always paranoid that her secret would come out.
Lolita smiled, "Hell, sugar, it's part of the draw of the place. You might not know it right now, but you're in the heart of the lycanthrope district."
"The lycanthrope district?" John asked.
"All of Toonworld got redistricted when you humans found us. We wanted to make it as easy as possible for you to find exactly what you were looking for. Just look around for a second."
John looked around, and indeed, the street signs all had names like "Werewolf Avenue" and "Full Moon Boulevard".
"Almost all the people you see...probably 75 percent, when the sun goes down get all kinds of furry," Lolita said, "Because it's always a full moon in the lycanthrope district.
A woman with dark hair and in silken, middle eastern garb was walking down the street across from them. "You see her?" asked Lolita, "She was in probably one of the most popular episodes of the Aladdin cartoon. She turns into a black jackal when the moonlight hits her."
"How horrible for her," John said, "In the cartoon, she hated it."
"Not so much now," Lolita replied. "Sure, she pretends to hate it, but in reality now, she loves it. She just does the act for tourists."
"Interesting," John said.
"Fangface is our mayor now; we elected him a couple years ago. You probably didn't expect that either," Lolita informed him.
"No, can't say that I did," John said.
"It's so funny," Lolita said, "In city council meetings, if we want him to change his vote, we just make him look at a picture of the moon. He'll vote the opposite way if he's a werewolf."
"Heh," John snickered. "Next you'll be telling me he married that Sweater Puppy chick...Martina Stevens."
Lolita looked a little surprised, "How did you know?"
"Just call it a hunch," John said.
That was when they arrived at another familiar building. It was a humble brick house, well maintained, but small. It was the house he'd drawn for Lolita in the comic strip.
"We're here," she said, leading him to the front door.