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Cruise of the Buff-Boys For Taiko By Draconicon

POOF!

That was the only sound-effect that Houston could think of as he suddenly appeared in a luxurious room onboard a boat, and that was partially due to the incense in the air that flowed out from him like a smokey flower opening its petals. The kinkajou waved his hand in front of his face, huffing through his nose to try and disperse some of the smell.

"That's...that's...a bit strong," he said, his eyes still watering. "Did you mean to make it smell like that?"

"Hmmm, not entirely. Not that strong, at least," Koreander admitted. "Though I expected the windows to be open."

"Couldn't you have aimed for one?" he asked, going to the glass wall facing the water and opening a few. "Oh, my nose..."

"Well, you didn't wish for one, did you?"

The crocodile genie was just a hint smarmy there, but he supposed that much was true. And neither of them had exactly been aiming for a specific ship, either. Neither him with the wish, or the genie as he granted it, he supposed. And at least they were on a boat, now, rather than in the city.

Houston still couldn't believe that he'd gotten a genie. The fact that Koreander had all but thrown himself at the kinkajou meant that he had been more than willing to start making wishes, and so far, none of them had backfired too badly. Sure, there'd been one or two that ended up in some hair-raising escapades, but so far, nothing that had mortified him.

And now, he could live out his dream of a cruise vacation, complete with the possibility of some serious eye-candy. That was...

"And this boat...it does have plenty of hot guys on it, right?" Houston asked.

"That I have ensured, oh master."

"And I'll see them soon?"

"I imagine as soon as we are far enough from port, master."

"Mmmm...wonderful. I think I'll take a nap until then."

"As you wish. I will wake you when it is time to see them, master."

Nodding, Houston stepped away from the windows into the little alcove in the suite that held the bed. It was nicely shaded, giving him a bit more privacy than the rest of the room, and the kinkajou - slinky as a ferret, flexible as a monkey, and with bear-ish muscles underlying it all in his slinky form - slid into bed and closed his eyes.

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The sudden whoooooooom of the ship horn woke him just before Koreander touched him on the shoulder to do the same thing. Houston groaned, rolling over on his back -

Wait. He had gone to bed with a shirt and pants on, even if he had left his shoes behind in Novus Ager due to that last little chase. Why did he feel...

The kinkajou opened his eyes, looking down. He stared, blinking for a moment.

"Koreander?"

"Yes, master?"

"Why am I in a speedo?"

"I assumed you would want to look the same as the rest of the travelers. It is a bit more of an exposed cruise."

"How...exposed...are we talking?"

"Well, if you go out on your balcony, I'm sure you'll have an answer to that."

"Oh god..."

He looked for his pants, but there were none to be seen. Considering how this had gone before, he was almost sure that Koreander was to blame. At least, he was pretty sure...kinda sure...

Well, he had no evidence, but he did know that every time that something went weird with one of his wishes, he ended up having only himself to blame. There was no way that he was that wrong one-hundred percent of the time. He was sure that Koreander was doing something, even if he had no memory of the crocodile ever getting something wrong.

But...for now, he had to deal with it. At least he was still somewhat covered. The important bits, anyway. He pulled at the tight spandex, feeling it rise back up to cup his balls as he walked to the balcony and looked down.

As soon as he did, he almost had a nosebleed. There were dozens, if not hundreds, of people running around on the lower decks with nothing on but speedos, and in some cases, there was even less covering them. His cock jumped out into his own swimwear like it was spring-powered, and his cheeks burned as he realized that he was already flicking his eye from dick to dick to ass to dick to muscle bulge to dick to -

"Gah!"

The kinkajou blushed as he sat down, pulling his tail around him like a safety blanket as he tried to recover from the massive wall of eye-candy that had come crushing down on his senses. He was still all too aware of his boner, too, knowing it was throbbing just behind his tail.

It didn't help that Koreander was just floating on by, looking like he was lounging in a hammock in mid-air.

"What kind of boat are we on?"

"Hmm?"

"What boat are we on? You had to see something while I was sleeping?"

"Oh, very little, master, I assure you. Certainly not much beyond your own naked form, and perhaps a few of the staff members."

"What...is the name...of the boat?"

"Is that a wish, master?"

"I wish to know the name of the cruise and boat, happy?"

The crocodile smiled, snapping his fingers.

And just like that, he realized where he was. More to the point, he realized that he was rather overdressed, too, considering that this was a nude cruise, a step beyond clothing optional. It wasn't a cruise where most wore clothing and some didn't; it was more a cruise where most were naked, and some of the minority wore clothes.

And he had a name for it, too, one that left his dick throbbing all the more considering that he recognized it from his time in Novus Ager.

Carlone's Custom-Body Cruises, was the name that popped into his head. Carlone was a muscle-growing fiend of a dragon back in Novus Ager. Usually, it was applied to other dragons, but there were times when he expanded it into the other species that he ran into. This was the first time that he had seen it be expanded out to a whole cruise-liner, though.

Maybe the dragon had come across the genie at some point recently, too.

"Okay, um...this is..."

"Exactly what you wanted, master?" Koreander teased.

"Well, no, but, yes, but..."

"Perhaps a walk will clear your head."

"Maybe - but what if someone sees me?"

"They'll only judge if you're still in your speedos, master. I seriously doubt that you plan on taking those, do you?"

Houston had thought of doing that very thing, at least, initially. After all, he wasn't a nudist, nor was he an exhibitionist. He had barely managed to get over the sight of seeing so many naked people at once, as a matter of fact, and letting them see that they'd turned him on was as embarrassing a thought as he could imagine.

Yet, at the same time, something had changed. That wish...he'd gone from being embarrassed to be seen naked to being more embarrassed to be seen clothed. It was...well, strange. He was still humiliated and embarrassed about being naked, but the very thought about putting clothes on made him feel like it would be somehow worse. What was going on?

"A walk, master?"

"Yes, um...a walk..."

Houston shook his head. Maybe that would help. Maybe. He got up, his cock still swinging behind his tail, and he walked out the door, trying to shake the feeling that his genie was smirking at his departure.

It was a time and a half going through the hallways and making his way down to one of the main decks. He decided to try the pool, since that would at least have water for him to swim in. Not perfect, but a hell of a lot better than nothing. He took the elevator down, surrounded on all sides by big, muscular, buff men. Not a female in sight, either, almost like -

Ding.

The elevator opened, and the muscle-men piled out. He followed, only to stop and stare.

Standing in the middle of the pool, on a raised platform, was an orange and red dragon running his hands along one of the orcas that had just got out of the pool. The big guy was naked as could be, hard as a rock, and everywhere that the dragon touched, the big guy got bigger. His muscles swelled, rolling out in bulges and bumps all along his arms and shoulders, and his thighs bulged and clenched as they were made to grow as well.

That, of course, was nothing compared to when Carlone - because who else could the dragon be - touched the orca's junk. Stroking up along the side of the shaft, that scaly hand somehow seemed to pull that already-long dick that much longer, and the crowd chanted as he grew.

"Grow, grow, grow, grow!"

And grow he did, the orca swelling bigger, firmer, fatter in the shaft than ever before, and he seemed to grow taller, as well. In exceedingly short order, Carlone had grown the swimmer to a height of eight feet, with a physique reserved for muscle-men competitions, and a cock that was anything but impotent, standing out at almost a foot and a half long.

The crowd cheered, Houston stared, and Carlone spanked the orca back into the pool before waving at the crowd.

"One more Buff Boy for the cruise! Who's next?"

Houston felt himself get jostled, and before he knew it, he was in the line that dipped from the side of the pool, into it, and led up to the platform. Why didn't he get out of the line?

Well...he was the smallest guy there...and despite himself, he was curious...and probably too horny to think straight. Yeah, that was a big factor. As usual.

The End, for Now