Sequel to Just Friends
Like I had promised Hatee, I told Fej. I told him everything. I described the dreams, all of them, how I felt after each one. I told him that at the beginning of each day, after getting over feeling sick, I thanked every deity I could think of for letting me know him. I told him how I wanted to kill myself because I didn't think he felt the same way until the old cheetah started helping me through the "episodes", what I began calling the dreams and feelings.
He had stared at me for a moment, then turned and walked away. No "bye", "eat dirt", "fuck you", nothing. I tried to contact him several times afterward, but he never replied.
Taking this as a hint that he didn't feel the same way, I left the cave I had lived in for over sixty years, taking with me nothing but the few rare gems I had collected and a cup I had taken from Hatee's hut before burning it down.
I flew for several days until I ended up on the eastern shore. Obviously, I could fly no further without risking my life. So, I found a dark ally in the back of some random city I never discovered the name of, where I lived off scraps and the few flee-ridden rodents I could find. During this time, I lost most of my muscle-mass, becoming basically nothing more than a scrawny newt with wings.
Then, one day, I heard about an island where people like me could go and live for free, which was called The Isle of Unwanted Souls. This I heard from a stallion. He told me as much as he knew about the place, which really wasn't much. Only those who didn't really care to live anymore were even aloud to set foot on the island, which was ran by two rats that supported everyone there. They had once been like this, until they came across a large sum of money. He then informed me he was going there and asked me if I would like to join him.
Figuring I had nothing to lose, I decided to check it out.
I got on the next boat that went to the island, which was nothing more than an old rowboat that had seen way more than its fair share of sea voyages. To be honest, it didn't look like it would support a chicken, let alone the stallion, a very sexy lion, and a dragon.
The ride was long and boring. Until, of course, the lion and stallion started talking and discovered they were both gay. After that, I was pretty well entertained, to say the least. As it turned out, they both enjoyed everything one could possibly think of that a gay couple could do together.
They had no problem screwing each other right in front of me. They were both quickly covered in each other's spooge, which they licked off of each other. They asked me several time if I would like to join them. I could tell they were eyeing my cock, which had gone hard while watching them. I refused, however, because if it wasn't for me and my wings, we would have been floating aimlessly in the middle of the ocean on an ancient, piece-of-shit board. They looked longingly at me for a moment, then returned to pleasing each other. Why they were interested in me, I have no idea. I was nothing more than scales, skin, horns, and bones.
After several minutes, however, I no longer had a choice. The stallion began sucking my penis while the lion was fucking him. Needless to say, I enjoyed it greatly.
We reached the island in what seemed to be a few minutes, but was really several hours. After helping the lion, who was injured during a particularly rough anal session with the horse, find a doctor, I decided to find the rats that created this haven. The stallion's member was just slightly too big for the lion to handle.
It took me a while, but I did finally find them. Walking into the building, I was greeted by a brown female bat.
"Business or pleasure?" She asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you here to see the whore or the rats?"
"Oh, um, the, er, rats." I managed to get out. For some reason, the whore thing caught me off guard.
"Through that door." She said, smiling faintly. She pointed to a door leading off to the right.
Thanking her, I walked over to the door, trying to listen for any sounds coming from the left one. It was faint, but I could just hear moaning.
I had barely opened the door when a white rat tackled me, rapping her arms around me.
"Its OK. You're home now. You are with people who know how you feel."
"Eta, you are scarin' the young man out of his scales!" This came from a black rat sitting behind a desk. Judging by his accent, it sounded like he grew up a long way from any city.
The white rat released me, although reluctantly, and I had a slight feeling she was attracted to me. Her hand feeling my ass kind of gave it away. Looking at her, I could see she was an albino.
"So, what brings you to our island?" The male rat asked.
Although reluctantly at first, I told them the whole story. They then asked me several questions, some of which was about when I was little. I down right refused to answer those, however, except that something happened that I would rather forget.
"Well, you definitely qualify to life here if you want!" The black rat said, wide-eyed. Evidently he didn't expect such a story from me. The albino looked highly disappointed to find out I was in love with a male monkey.
After talking about what happened to the lion, which the male rat laughed uproariously about, the albino rat led me to the beach.
The waves were actually quite high. Once, while trying to warn her of a particularly large wave, I was severely chewed out for calling her "Eta". I was to call her "Mom", her husband "Dad", and by no other name. All this happened after she was washed up onto shore, swept out, then washed back up.
We then, with some careful prodding in that direction, got on the subject of the whore, which interested me greatly.
There was actually two, both of which were dragons. Though she knew little about them, she did know that they were married. They were the first two people to move onto the island, so they were given the room that her husband had originally intended to be used to store records of those living on the island.
The female, whose name was Mahooya, was bisexual, as was her husband. She could not remember his name, though she believed it started with "A". Adam, or something like that.
Shortly after arriving, he began to act weirdly. He locked himself in his room, and refused to leave it. His wife brought him his food, drink, and anything else he wanted that was not in the room. Anyone who wanted to be... entertained... by him must first sign a contract not to speak about what he looked like. She then confessed that her signature was on more than a few of those contracts.
Because they were both bisexual, they were willing to accommodate almost any sexual preference, whether it being gay, lesbian, bisexual, or straight.
"Oh, and the couple also do shows for those who only wish to watch." She mentioned as an afterthought. This however, she clearly was not interested in, for she cringed as she said it. She preferred to be part of the action.
"Interesting. Maybe I will pay them a visit." I said. This got "Mom" to look at me out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, you had better hurry up and do it if you want to before supper, or else it will be cold by the time you get out of there. They usually keep their clients in there for a couple of hours, depending on the client's species."
Taking her advice, I rushed over to the building, this time saying pleasure. Luckily, the whores were not with any clients at the moment.
I walked into the room and came face-to-face with Mahooya. While I was looking at her, I had to juggle with the fact that I might be bisexual myself. I couldn't stop my cock from sliding out of my cloaca. I quickly discarded this notion, because this was the first time this ever happened to me.
"Good afternoon. Clearly, you are ready to get started, however, I first must ask you what preference you are." She said in a way that just made me become harder. I muttered that I was gay but seriously considering mounting her. She laughed, walked over to a pile of papers, and grabbed one.
"Well, just in case you decide you want just my husband or us both, I need you to sign this." She handed me the paper and a piece of lead, which I used to sign.
She thanked me, and told me that her husband was just washing up. She then walked over to a door and told someone to put a condom on, a dragon was their next client.
"You can sit down here until you decide what you would like." Mahooya told me, pulling up a chair.
Just as I sat down, the door opened and a rather poor excuse for a dragon walked through the door.
I could tell he suffered from what my kind called "The Sickness". The only thing that remained of his wings were two little stumps. His left eye was cloudy, and clearly useless. The scales on his chest had deep gashes in them, probably as a result from the seizures typical early sufferers. Oh, and let's not forget his enormous cock, which was permanently erect, also a symptoms of The Sickness. The disease only effected male dragons through their semen, which was why he had to wear a condom.
"Oh, no. Drake, is that you?"
His voice sounded familiar, but I had trouble placing it.
"How do you know- Anamoshee?"
"So you do remember me! How's my favorite Bitch!?" he said, smiling.
"You two know each other?" Mahooya asked.
"Yeah. We go way back, don't we, Drake?" Anamoshee asked, pointing to his cock.
Anamoshee was the part of my childhood I wanted to forget. Only several days after I had hatched, my half brother standing before me now had raped me. He forced me to give him blowjobs, often forcing his member so far into my mouth that I threw up on his him.
"So, this will be incest, then?" Mahooya asked.