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It didn't take long for William to settle. His room was little more than a fancy hotel room to him, which he didn't mind. He generally slept in much danker motels afterall. The whole ordeal had left him antsy. Injections and odd, nerdy redheaded doctors who owned islands... He rushed to the windows to close the drapes and lock the door. With a grin, he flung himself onto his bed, unzipping his backpack to dump the contents onto the bedspread. This wasn't going to be so bad, he figured as he picked up one of the large sealed plastic bags, not bad at all.

After a while, he emerged from his room, his nose red as he sniffed periodically, his eyes wide and alive, his heart racing and his mouth grinning even broader. Hell, this was going to be FUN. With a spring in his step he moved out to explore.

It was a beautiful morning, and the squirrel girl was in a much better mood after a good, long surf than she had been the previous afternoon. All thoughts of the lizard girl had been pushed from her mind for now, and hopefully it'd stay that way.

She jogged out of the surf with her board till she was up the beach and away from the water. Her bag was there with her essentials, and Antony unstrapped her board from her ankle before stabbing it upright into the sand.

Oblivious to anyone around, Antony pulled a towel from the bag and began lazily drying herself off, careful of the three wet tails dripping on her rear.

Once she was entirely dry she'd smoke.

Madison jogged down the sandy beach, splashing her paws in the shallow surf. It was a lovely morning indeed, the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky.

A pretty girl came into view who had three squirrel tails and tattoos galore. Mad ran up towards her with a kind smile.

"Hi! How's it going? My name is Madison and It's nice to meet you"

William had spent the rest of the previous day sneaking about befor retiring to his room. A fresh new day, his nostrils filled with excitement, he was ready to go off and about once again.

Whistling as he went, he made his way down onto the beach. The weather seemed excellent, the sky clear and blue, the water green and inviting. None of the fog he was used to. Delicious.

He spotted to rather obviously female figures down the surf, and his nearly ever present yellow-toothed grin returned. His drug idled brain noticed that there was something off about the other inhabitants of this island, but he reminded the brain that this was a different place with different customs, even if the fashions seemed a bit queer.

"Hoy, there, pretty lasses!" He called out, jogging towards them excitedly.

The closer he got, he realized he recognized the blue and black haired young woman from yesterday.

Pyroth was feeling more like himself again now that he was back in the villiage, away from the temptation to succumb to the coyote instincts, he had calmed right down. He had scrubbed his fur and clothing until not a single remnant or reminder of the jungle remained, then he had dined in the cafeteria on nothing but cold meat. It made him feel human again, and, after a fitful sleep he felt refreshed enough to take a wander down to the beach. He liked it there, you could almost imagine when you stood there, the civilisation you had left behind, ticking happily away without you. He had never been an integral cog in the gears of society, merely making those more unfavourable aspects dissapear conveniently for huge sums of cash.

In the tropical sunlight, the shadows of despair and of the jungle seemed to pale to insignificance.

He stepped onto the white sands with a confidence that hithero he hadn't displayed, his tail held low as it always was, but his overall demeanour actually semi confident. He spotted a few others a little way down the beach and raised a brow, heading a little closer. They all looked relatively early in the transformation process bar a....vixen? Who had made her way over. His temptation to growl did nothing but make him smirk slightly, he was in control today, nothing would change that.

Either way, he was prepared for the possibility of a negative response to his appearance and merely said as he headed over, in the form of a greeting. "Wow. Four people I haven't yet met? I must have been out of it for a while." His grin was amiable but unmistakably canine.

Why was it that every time Antony went out to be alone and relax that she ran into someone disgustingly cheery. Looking the furry one over, she threw the towel over her shoulder before bending over to rifle through her bag. "Antony," she grunted while she was rummaging for her cigarettes.

Once found, Antony pulled out a smoke before standing up and immediately lighting it between her lips.

The accented yell caused her mood to perk once more. Her tails twitched behind her as she quickly identified the male from yesterday heading this way. Well, some things were looking up.

And then Antony heard ANOTHER voice.

What the ******** was going on? A beach party she wasn't informed of?

She wasn't surprised to see a furry islander as the owner of the last voice, and simply uttered a curt 'hello' in greeting. An eyebrow quirked at his get up, "What's with the..." Antony made a reference to his feathered headband with a wave of her hand.

A crowd of people were at the beach! Lauren was very excited to see people, more people. The mongoose girl emitted a small pur. What was better yet, there were one girl that weren't bad looking at all, if not a little too old for Lauren's taste but at least it was eye candy.

She came up, hauling a bag full of the essentials and wearing her black bikini. The two guys kind of looked a little shady but Lauren thought she could take them.

Another thing had caught Lauren's eye which made her excited, a surf board. She hadn't been surfing since her mom died. While Lauren kind of sucked at it, the thrill was still fun and she had grown a bit taller since then.

"Hey!" She waved at the crowd of islanders as she plopped her bag down on the sand, making herself at home. "Sweet board!" Lauren exclaimed with a face of pure awe.

Billy joined the throng, noting the continuation of the strange fashion oddity of the island, but decided his best bet was to stay polite. He was enjoying the curves he saw, afterall, especially on the one with the tatoos he had met earlier. He scratched his chin, "Antony was it?"

"Thanks... Lauren right?" This was the starving girl with the bag of trash right?

And her exit oppertunity had arrived!

Antony sent a smarmy grin in Billy's direction, taking a long drag from her cigarette before answering, "Of course."

To hell with what everyone else was going to, Antony was going to use her assets and sex like she always did. She lazily gathered up her things, making sure to bend over instead of squat down while picking up her shoulder bag. Next she hefted the surf board and shifted it under her arm.

"I'm going to head back to the village, I've got... Things... to take care of," Antony practically informed everyone of her up in coming orgasms with her tone alone. Then, while walking by the new arrival, she raised an eyebrow to Billy, practically inviting him to have sex with her right there with her eyes alone.

And then she was off, heading in the direction of the duplexes with a sway in her hips.

William's eyes followed her, his expression dumb for a few seconds befor he gave a little solute to the others, "Nice meetin' ye! Oy! Lass! Here, lemme carry tha' heavy thing fer ye!" He hurried after her, taking the surfboard from her shoulders in an attempt to show off his manly streignth, staggering only once as he balanced it on his own shoulder.

Antony rolled her eyes at his gesture, but let him do it anyways. This way, she could smoke more easily, which she did, immediately taking a healthy drag before speaking, "Which duplex are you in?"

Quick and to the point.

"T'irt'y T'ree," He repled, shifting to rummage in his back pocket befor sliding out his own smoke, "Go' a light, y'pretty thing?"

"Always," she replied, procuring her zippo from her bag and flicking it open so that the flame appeared before holding it towards Billy so he could light his from it.

He stopped walking to lean in with the cigarette in his mouth, puffing it aflame, "Don' think I introduced meself, did I?" He leaned back, shifting the cigarette to the other side of his mouth, "Call me Billy." His accent was so thick she could drown in it. Implaceable, as though it had once been cockney but had grown into irish over time.

Antony practically melted at the accent, but simply smirked openly. "Pleasure," she murred, grin widening when they finally arrived in front of duplex 33.

"You're welcome...that's right." Lauren watched the woman she was talking to then left with the greasy looking man. What was her deal, she acted as if I wasn't even there? Lauren thought. On top of that, the guy almost didn't remember Antony's name. Lauren wasn't bourn yesterday, it was obvious what they were doing.

Lauren's slight physical attraction towards the woman couldn't of dropped lower. She shrugged it off, put on her sunscreen and went to swim in the waves.

Damit, she was hopeing to borrow her board... maybe she could ask the staff for one of her own.

Antony couldn't exactly lose the 'belt,' so she stepped into the duplex and immediately dumped her bag and towel on the floor before turning to face Billy once more. The cigarette dangled from her fingertips as she leaned against the wall, tails twitching annoyingly and in excitement even.

"Orgasms," she purred, pushing off the wall before making her way over to him and the bed, stopping just in front of him, "And if you don't deliver, I leave."

That was about as high maintenance that Antony got.

"A requirement, actually," she said calmly while climbing onto the bed, one knee on either side of his hips.

Chuckling a bit, Antony reached around behind her and quickly did away with her top, raising her eyebrow expectantly. "You too."

She sat there, casually shifting her hips a bit to get 'more comfortable' as she waited for him to oblige her, grabbing his wrists and pushing his hands back the way they came. "Not so fast buddy. Shirt. Off."