Ben cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Mister Wolf, please tell us why
you say there's a problem with our town. You said some sort of "cover
up"? Well, what is it?"
The wolf threw back his head and howled with laughter. You nearly wet
yourself, and you noticed Ben shuddered and took a step back. the wolf
lowered his head and his eyes locked with the 16 year old youths. His
eyes glowed yellow under his dark fur. The boys froze again under his
powerful glare.
"It's a rather long story, boys, so you had best come into my cave and
sit down to hear it. It's rather chilly today out here with that
infernal wind blowing, but it's much warmer in my cave," he said
gesturing behind him.
Ben and you turn to exchange glances as to what to do, and to try to
decide if he's crazy at calling this hot day chilly. There is a sound
of rushing wind. The wolf standing on his hind legs is standing behind
and between you and Ben. He rests his powerful forepaws on each of
your shoulders and guides you forward into his cave.
As you duck down on all fours to crawl into the windy cave opening you
are startled to notice that it is both warmer and more humid inside
the cave. It's also very dark. The wolf creature follows you through
the narrow passage. As you crawl, you become more and more certain
that the creature cannot be a wolf - at least not just a wolf. You
pause, and something snaps at your rear. You know it's the wolf
creature's snapping jaws, you feel his hot breath through your jeans.
"Get a move on, boys! The passage goes down and then up again, and
opens into a large cavern. There's light there, phosphorescent growths
on the stalagmites and stalactites," growls the unseen voice behind
you.
You and Ben increase your pace. You reach the bottom of the tunnel.
It levels off for about ten feet, and then starts to rise
precipitously. The wind rushes down at you. It feels hotter and
damper. Your shirt is now plastered my sweat to your body. Ben stops
abruptly and you bang your head into his butt.
"Hey, Ben, why'd ya stop?" you ask.
A moment later a furry shout bangs between your thighs.
"Come on," growls the wolf, "Get a move on!"
"It's so incredibly beautiful," proclaims Ben in a low voice. He
climbs up out of the hole and into the glowing cavern.
You blink as the cavalcade of lights assault your eyes.
"It's not that bright," says the wolf creature bending down on his
hind legs to look you right in the face.
He turns abruptly and his bushy tail sweeps across your face. You
crinkle up your nose at the musky smell that permeates your nostrils.
You lick your lips and adjust your now tented crotch. Instantly your
mind shifts to the concept of pheromones. You stare over at Ben who
now has the wolf creature's forearm draped over his shoulder guiding
him down the path to an underground lake. You follow fighting an odd
twinge of jealousy. Jealous of Ben for having the wolf creature's full
attention? Or jealous of the creature for having its arm over Ben's
broad shoulders? And why won't your boner go down?
You stumble down the path as you start to run to catch up with them.
"Be careful," advises the wolf over his shoulder, "Don't worry I don't
eat little boys. Of course, that promise doesn't apply to young men,"
he adds smacking his lips, "But you won't be young men for a couple of
years..."
Ben sits down. Or rather the wolf's two strong paws force him to sit
down on the stump of a broken stalagmite. The wolf turns and suddenly
he's behind you. He puts his furry arm across your shoulder, and the
next thing you know you're seated on the log like stalagmite lying on
its side next to the stump on which Ben sits. The wolf leaps over you
both and lands on a large boulder. The boulder is obviously worn by
dripping water over millenia so that it now resembles a giant throne.
The wolf leans back, puts up on hind foot on the armrest of the
throne, and spreads his legs. He is most definitely a male wolf
creature. The wind blows passed him and into yours and Ben's faces.
You cannot help but notice the potent wolf musk that is wafted on the
wind. You look over at Ben and see that his trousers are tented too.
The wolf begins to play with his tail with his forepaws as he begins
to speak again.
"Ah, where do I begin? I first came to Pleasure Island hundreds of
years ago. Did you know it used to be in Europe? Just off the coast of
Italy, it was," the wolf says with a nod.
"Off the coast of Italy?" Ben asks, "That's impossible. Islands don't
move! And Italy's thousands of miles from here!"
"Ha, ha, ha! Yes, normally island don't move," laughed the wolf, "but
your island is far from normal. That's merely one of the problems
hidden by your town, but there are graver problems. I should know, do
you think that I have always looked like this?"
"You mean you weren't always a wolf?" Ben asks as he wipes his brow.
"It's like a sauna or steam room down here," you mutter uncomfortably
unbuttoning the next two buttons on your shirt.
"Make yourselves comfortable, boys. Take your shirts off. Take your
pants off. I don't care whether you're naked or not, you're not my
species, and I can see you find this luxurious heat uncomfortable in
your clothing." He starts to clean his paw by licking it.
You look at Ben who is pulling his t-shirt off. He nods at you, and
says, "Strip down to your boxers. It'll be more comfortable," Ben
tells you, "We won't be any more vulnerable that we are now. Did you
see the teeth and claws he's got? There's no way our cotton shirts or
pants would provide any protection."
"I told you I don't eat sixteen year olds - " snapped the wolf
unhappily.
You lean over and whisper to Ben, "But I didn't wear my regular boxers
today - I wore..."