Ryan extended his paws cautiously toward the sleeping levianthon, and stopped and stared. He had paws instead of hands. Yeah, he was a werewolf, but he had assumed he'd still have opposable thumbs like the wolfman. He raised his paws and examined the clawed toes, and dew claw. He looked back toward the doorway and his unseen tormentor, he held out his hands and shrugged.
"How? No thumbs?" he whispered stealing a glance at Hogemella to be sure she was still asleep.
"Aw, no thumbs? Well, maybe Erick's not worth the trouble? Didn't you tell Erick earlier about a trick you can do with a cherry stem?"
"Huh? Oh, you mean tying it in a knot with my tongue--oh, no, not my tongue?" gasped Ryan.
Hogmella snorted in her sleep and shifted her massive bulk noisily set the springs to squeeking.
"Well, he's your friend?" the voice hissed maliciously, "It's your call."
Ryan licked his lips distastefully, but knelt next to Hogmella's foot. He held his breath and leaned in extending his red tongue toward Erick. He closed his tongue muscle firmly around the ring, while resisting the urge to retch as he tasted Hogmella's nasty toes.
The voice chuckled and whispered in Ryan's ear, "Pity, my sister is so fat, she can't even reach her feet to wash them on the rare occaisions when she does actually bathe."
Crinkling up his nose, Ryan pulled at Erick with his tongue. At least his saliva was acting as a lubricant.
"Erick, I hope you realize what I'm doing for your," Ryan thought.
"I do, Ryan, thanks, this place is so weird," Erick's voice echoed in his head.
Ryan fell backward on his calves with his mouth gaping, "Erick?" he whispered.
"Oh, you heard your friend, well tell him to keep quiet. As long as you're in contact with a man transformed into an inanimate object, you can hear his thoughts and he can hear yours. By the way, Hogmella can hear his thoughts too."
Ryan swallowed,and licked his lips distastefully. His mouth still tasted like foot.
He forced himself to slide his tongue around Erick again, "Erick, keep quiet the woman wearing you on her toe can hear your thoughts too." He needed more leverage. Ryan slipped his fang between Hogmella's toes and pulled. Erick was stuck tight, but the constant pressure and saliva did the trick. Erick the ring was no resting on top of Ryan the werewolf's tongue.
Ryan stood preparing to open his mouth and drop the ring into his paw when he felt a strong slap on the back. "Good work!" exclaimed the voice. Ryan swallowed, and Erick screamed as he plunged down his buddy's throat. "Now we'd better get out of here, before she wakes," warned the voice.
Ryan glared around looking for the source of the voice and the slap on his back, but he saw nothing. He sensed nothing. This guy was weird, this situation was weird.
Back out in the hallway, he asked, "What about Erick?"
"I imagine he'll come out in the end. You should be more worried about yourself, he looked like he might have been made of silver," the voice commented.
"Then why did you-" Ryan began.
"I told you, you're my entertainment for this evening. Now let's see what's next..." the sound of the voice created the image of an evil Cheshire cat smile in Ryan's mind floating without a body. He blinked. It wasn't his imagination, there was a smiling set of teeth floating over his shoulder.
Erick's mind moaned from his stomach, "Where am I?"