Izzy sits at the bar of the Ranch Motel. She had enjoyed going to the glory hole with Jacob, but after the green-skinned alien, no one else came in. She looks at Jacob, longing to feel his thick cock inside her. She blushes slightly. ‘Damn it, damn it, damn it, not fair, everyone else got to cum but me.’ She drinks another sip of her orange juice.
She thinks about Samantha, a strange woman to think about, seeing as she hasn’t talked to her in weeks. She sighs and asks herself, ‘You told me to find happiness. Is this what you meant?’
Grup and Scarlet sit at the bar to Izzy’s right. One of his giant, stony Orc hands is holding her back so she can lean against it. Her pregnant belly is massive. Her fire-red hair still radiant and her face as classically beautiful as ever. She slowly eats her breakfast as they whisper to each other.
Izzy thinks about her boss: ‘You told me to find a job I didn’t hate… Does this count?’ She laughs out loud, and Jacob looks at her to make sure she is ok.
At a booth in the corner, the Roman god of war sits looking at Scarlet for exactly 10 seconds and then looking away. On his forehead is a bandage from where he recently was thrown into a marble throne. He eats alone, poking around at the modern ambrosia salad. “This hardly seems like it’s a food fit for a god. Why was it not delivered by doves? What are these little white things?” He doesn’t know the answers, but he is hungry, so he eats it anyway.
On the opposite side of the room is Dr. Blob, his body currently the size of a beach ball. He is eating a bowl of ice cream with a pseudopod, reaching into the bowl and pulling out some of the material, where it disappears deep inside his mass. He pulls it away and wibbles and says “cold” before putting it back into the bowl and collecting more.
Across from him is the doctor. He looks at Dr. Blob. They are two species that come from opposite sides of the galaxy, but they also have much in common; both lack bones. Both lack differentiated, and both are doctors of a sort. The doctor watches Dr. Blob with amusement and confusion as he picks up a sandwich and chews it in his semi-transparent mouth before swallowing. “Why can’t you just eat like they do?” the doctor asks.
“This is how I eat.” Dr. Blob touches the ice cream again and wibbles, saying, “Cold.”
Over at the pool table, a group of 4 nearly identical lifeguards stand around still wearing full lifeguard gear: the hat, the glasses, the white sunblock caked on the nose , the lack of a shirt, hairless chests, and red swim shorts with flip-flops. None of them know how to play the game, but they saw a YouTube video about it this morning and thought it would be fun to try. Of course, seeing as how they are nearly identical and each one wants to go first, they have spent the last half hour posturing to figure out who goes first.
The cleaner is sitting with Sue at the far end of the bar, one appendage drinking a beer as he watches a game show with a lovable bald Black man as the host. They cheer when there is an answer they like, and the cleaner cleans the already clean bar whenever there is an answer he gets wrong. The patch of bar in in front of him is spotless.
In the middle of the room at a table is Jack Harrington. He is wearing a lime-themed Hawaiian shirt and drinking out of a coconut as he turns to look at the door to the reception as it opens, and in walks his second bodyguard. “Marlon, what’s the good news?” the imposing man asks, looking his bodyguard over. Trevor, his other bodyguard, frowns with jealousy at having to share the affections of his hero.
“The delivery is on schedule,” Marlon says in a conspiratorial voice.
“So the pizza flour will be delivered tonight?” Jack looks at Marlon, one eyebrow raised. He turns and looks to the spot on the table where his pizza would be if it weren’t for the fact that there was a hijacking of supplies this morning. He looks back up to Marlon.
“Yes, sir,” Marlon says, giving a salute.
“Go get us a pitcher of beer and cheese-filled pretzels, would you?” Jack demands.
Trevor’s head snaps up. “I can go!” He starts to stand up.
“No, it’s fine. Marlon will do it,” Jack insists.
Trevor holds his head in his hands and whispers, “Fine.”
The cat, a mostly humanoid mythical creature of unknown origin, leans over the bar to smile, showing his hundreds of razor-sharp teeth designed for inflicting the most pain possible for the least amount of effort. “Don’t tell me you don’t know where he is, Trisha. You vampires keep tabs on each other to the point of it becoming very stalkery.”
Trisha cringes. “Oh, Cat, you know I much prefer to be called Trish,” she says, showing her pearly white teeth, the canines long and slender. “I don’t know where he is, but I know he hasn’t left the state. My guess is he is off being dramatic somewhere, maybe sleeping in a tent or in a convenient drainage ditch. May he rest there forevermore.” The vampire picks up her glass of dark red liquid, a potent mix of blood, wine, and 3 drops of holy water to give it the burn and kick of alcohol.
The door opens again, and a skinny, baggy-t-shirt-wearing, human-looking person walks through the doorway. He smiles at the assembled group of people, scanning the room for Izzy. He sighs in contentment, “My Isabella.” He walks across the room, nodding at everyone who looks his way. His muscles fill out and his shirt grows tight as he approaches the woman whose mere presence brings out the wolf in him. He slides into a seat next to her.
She looks at him. Her vagina clenches down. She looks down at it. ‘How dare you betray me?’ she scolds it mentally. “Cane, you’re just the person I wanted to see,” she says, running a hand down his muscular arm.
“I always want to see you, Izzy,” he says, leaning forward and waving to Jacob. “How are you, Jacob?” he asks, but before Jacob can answer, Cane is looking back at Izzy.
“I have to talk to you about the reckoning that is coming up fast. I need you to be there for me,” he says, shivering at her touch, his skin growing hairier by the second.
“Reckoning?” she asks as she pulls back.
“Yearly the werewolves who seek to be the king have a reckoning at the festival the witches officiate and make sure there is no cheating.” His eyes stare deeply into hers.
“Yeah, I can be there. Do I need to do anything? I don’t need to fight your mother or something?” She says, envisioning impractical weapons and skimpy leather outfits. ‘He would love that, wouldn’t he?’
He laughs an empty, sad laugh. “No, we don’t do that, but I may have to fight her. I am not sure I can win against her.”
“You’re joking, right?” She says, sitting her head in her hand.
“Not at all. The reckoning is bloody and non discriminating. As long as you’re a werewolf, you can compete,” he says, head held high, but the look of sadness remains.
Jacob leans forward and looks past Izzy to Cane. “So you’re going to fight your own mother?”
“If it comes down to it, I will, yes,” Cane says, tapping his fingers on the bar-top.
Izzy looks at Jacob, then at Cane. “Yeah, we will be there cheering you on.” She pauses, then asks, “One of your kings?” She pauses again. “Do you get a crown or something?”
The cat appears behind the bar. “Are you telling spoilers, Cane? Let them figure it out for themselves.”
Cane makes a deep growl looking at the cat: “It’s none of your business.”
“Izzy, oh Izzy, Oh, Izzy, you have no idea what is in store for you, but I do.” He grins. “Now, would you like to order now that I have my own unpleasantness out of the way? Or you, Jacob? How about you, Mr. Dog Breath?”
“How about breakfast for 3 and drinks to go with it? And cat? And don’t bring Cane dog food, or I will eat at the gas station for a week and not visit you,” Izzy says, looking into the cat’s crazy eyes.
“Oh, Izzy, you know just how to wound me.” He turns and mock storms off.
Dr. Blob blobs his blobby body across the room and blobs his way onto the bar-top, then blobs his way down the polished wood until he comes to rest in front of Izzy. “Surprise!” the blob trumpets. “You didn’t see me coming at all, did you?”
Izzy laughs a deep laugh. ‘Yeah, Samantha, I am happier now,’ she thinks. From her perspective, the blob had started making secret agent theme song noises as it rolled across the room. Complete with crescendos at the end of the song before repeating it 3 times. “Yes, Dr. Blob, I never saw you coming at all. You just appeared in front of me out of nowhere.”
The blob wibbles. “Great, I have been working on my stealth skills all day trying to level up.”
She pokes Dr. Blob in what might be his side. “What brings you over, my green slime friend?” Izzy says, still smiling. She suppresses a gasp as Cane puts a hand on her thigh.
“I request you come with me to the gas station; we shall experience a typical American experience.” Dr. Blob makes strange geometric shapes on his surface reminiscent of crop circles in excitement. “I hear they also have a wide variety of sex toys and paraphernalia. You enjoy that kind of thing. Yes? You must come with me, please. 230, I will pick you up.”
Izzy looks over at Jacob. “Can he come too?” She asks and thinks to herself, ‘We really haven’t been doing things together lately.’ She bites her lower lip as Cane starts moving his hand higher.
“Sure, your manservant can carry our purchases, leaving us free to shop for more things,” Dr. Blob says with a warble of humor.
“Sound good, Jacob?” She nudges Jacob sitting next to her. She feels her face starting to flush as Cane rubs her clit once through the thin material separating the two.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, distracted by the fact he can see exactly what Cane is up to.
“Good, I will see you then!” Dr. Blob says with a bounce and rolls off the bar and into the hallway. He proclaims loudly, “I must prepare.”
The cat brings their food and sets it down in front of them. He stares at Izzy with a knowing look. “Oh,” he says with a smirk and leaves the flustered woman alone, going and bothering Scarlet instead.
They start eating the eggs, bacon, and French toast arranged in happy faces on the plates; it is delicious, only made more so by Cane’s gentle teasing. She reaches down and holds the back of his hand tight to her body. She shivers, too afraid to even look at Jacob.
The second her food is done, she squeezes Cane’s leg. “I need to shower quickly. Meet me in our room in half an hour.” She slides her hand over and bites her lip as she squeezes his thickening cock.
The trio leave the bar together, but Cane goes right outside the motel while Izzy and Jacob go left.
