The next morning, Izzy and Jacob listen to the sound of people and cars, cranes, planes, and bicycles outside their motel room as they finish getting dressed. Izzy opens the front door and is greeted by a wave of sound. Nevertheless, they walk out of their motel room.
The festival has begun; the signs are everywhere, and with the festival comes the chaos of crowds at the Ranch Motel.
Izzy grips Jacob’s hand, taking deep breaths. She calms herself, the wounds from yesterday still fresh. They make their way into the bar. It’s packed; the pair has never seen it so crammed before. Izzy retreats into Jacob, who acts as a barrier, helping her navigate her way to the bar.
“Izzy Jacob,” the cat shouts over the din, “have you seen the kitsune? I need her back; I can’t handle the festival without her.”
A lizard folk pushes against Jacob, and Jacob pushes back.
“Cat, can we get breakfast first?” Izzy asks, holding tightly to Jacob. “please”
“Yeah, one second.” He runs back to the back kitchen and returns with 7 orders precariously balanced on his arms and head. He sits them down in front of people, including 2 bowls of strawberry oatmeal for Izzy and Jacob. “Don’t let the delegates of the Durlaxians see you with this; they have been waiting.”
Jacob looks around in a panic, the mention of the name Durlaxian making his butt clench. “Where?” he asks, but Cat is gone.
Izzy grabs Jacob’s hand. “Hey, let’s go outside,” Izzy says into Jacob’s ear. The commotion of the room was overwhelming for her.
Jacob nods in return, and they take their bowls and head into the pool area. Out here the crowd thins out. At the back of the kidney-shaped pool, people are setting up a large sound system and a stage.
They sit in lounge chairs watching the men work. “The oatmeal is excellent,” Jacob says.
Izzy sighs and looks down at the bowl. “Where do you think the kitsune is?” Izzy asks Jacob.
“What’s wrong, Izzy? Not a flavor you like?” Jacob asks, shoving another spoonful into his mouth, tastingfresh strawberries and brown sugar.
“It’s not the breakfast I have grown used to—no bacon, no eggs. I need protein!” she says, looking dismissively at the bowl.
A deep rumbling voice emerges from the pool: “I can always help with protein.”
Grup floats on an enormous inflatable pool toy; he raises his human skull-looking coconut drink in greeting and laughs.
“I thought you were with Scarlet,” Izzy says back to the orc with a sneer.
“I am, but she is not interested in my protein at the moment, and there is only so much working out I can do.” The orc flexes an arm muscle, showing off his increased muscle mass. “What do you say? Would you like my protein shake?”
“You’re on your own today unless you know where I can find the kitsune,” Izzy asks, stirring the disappointing oatmeal.
“I may know,” he assumes as he flexes another group of muscles. The inflatable toy is threatening to both tip over and pop at the same time; either result would send Grup to the bottom of the pool.
“Just tell me,” Izzy demands as she sets the oatmeal down, standing up.
Grup beats his chest with a singular thump, making the water shake in the pool.
“Ok, you win. Your balls are huge.” She rolls her eyes. “Just tell me.” Izzy says, sitting back down.
“She has a shack 3 dunes across from the ranch; just walk straight out the front door of the ranch and you can’t miss it.” Grup says with a smirk, the tip of his enormous member poking out of the top of his skull-themed swim trunks, “She is a feisty one, Jacob; you have good taste in mates.”
Jacob nods his head, weirdly comfortable with the comment from the Orc. “Yeah, thanks. Scarlet’s not bad either.”
Grup paddles to the edge of the pool and climbs out and begins walking over. Izzy can see the anger in his eyes. “Shit,” she mumbles.
“And what would you know of Scarlet?” Group grumps.
Jacob flinches and looks at Izzy. “We should go.”
“No, don’t run; he is all about dominance,” Izzy says, staring at Grup; her eyes drift down to his cock. “If you run, he might chase you.” The tip of it is sticking out of the top of his sweatpants.
“I really think I should run,” Jacob says, starting to stand up.
Grup comes to a stop in front of Izzy, looking over at Jacob. “What would you know of Scarlet?” Grup grunts, his full testicles heavy. The tip is leaking precum; he can’t tell what he wants more right now, a good fight or a good fuck. He sighs and stretches, getting ready to do one of them.
Izzy touches Grups’ shorts, making him almost fall over. “What does it matter what he knows about Scarlet? Here you are trying to get a quickie from me,” Izzy chides the 8-foot-tall green-skinned muscle with a brain.
The orc grunts, “It matters to me,” he grumbles, picturing their last sexual encounter and how good she felt for a first-timer. He watches as Izzy rubs her finger across her lips and then reaches out and rubs it across the tip of his cock.
“I don’t think it matters that much, Grup. Why don’t we take care of your need, and all will be forgiven?” Izzy says, looking way up to his face.
“If that’s your will, high priestess,” the olive-skinned orc says, arms spread wide.
“What. Really here in public?” Jacob asks, still shaken up by the events of Charles. He feels appreciation that she is willing to do this for him, but how can she betray me again so quickly?
Izzy looks around. “Do you know somewhere quiet?” She asks, batting her eyes at Grup.
Grup grins, showing a set of perfectly naturally colored teeth, healthy and well cared for like the rest of his body. He picks Izzy up, and Jacob grabs her hand, trying to pull her out of Grups’s grip, but all he manages to do is slide across the concrete in his slippers into a secluded area sheltered by tall bushes.
Grup sets Izzy down; he notices she has a smile on her face, and he can tell she is going to enjoy this. He turns and looks at Jacob.
“What do you want to watch?” Grup says with a grin, flexing for Jacob.
“No, he is going to help.” Izzy takes Jacob’s hand and nods at him when she looks at him confused.
