The Zoo/"Oscar isn't for sale."

From Create Your Own Story

The little otter looks so relieved, you think he might faint. The dragon gives you a reproachful look.

"But you don't want him," he says. "Didn't you just say that?"

"I said I don't want a slave," you say, "but that doesn't mean I want him to belong to someone else."

"That's a shame," the dragon says. "Looks like we have nothing to talk about after all."

"Hang on," you say. "I thought perhaps there was something that I could do for you."

"Oh, indeed?" the dragon says, his dark eyes sliding down your body as his long, muscular forked tongue slides out between his lips to taste the air. "I suppose I could find something for you to do. In fact, I can think of a couple of things. I'll let you choose which you'd rather do.

"I'll give you two blankets and a pillow if you go to the woods and get me one of Buck's antlers. Make a deal with him or just take it, I don't care.

"I'll give you two blankets, two pillows, and a bottle for water if you go to the meadow, find Fleetfoot, and bring him back here. He owes me a favor and it's time to pay up.

"Or, I'll give you three blankets, three pillows, two bottles, and a basket if you and your pet otter give me and my boys a little show. Nothing too elaborate, of course - no song and dance routine, just a little oral, a little anal, and bonus points for creativity."

The dragon gives you a slow, lecherous smile. "So, which will it be?"

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