Trapped On Tropical Island

Chapter III : Departing Tropical Island

A week later, Sly Walker and Vicky Jackson were taking a shower together under a waterfall which was under two species of giant palm trees and every so often, one of them would catch the other looking at them and flash a sexy smile. Sly saw lots of Vicky’s bare breasts and flashed a sexy smile. Sly saw lots of Vicky’s bare breasts and he caressed the nipples whenever possible. The lovers saw lots of each other bare butts and even their thick genital regions with they sniffed at “hungrily” whenever possible as they necked suggestively. Sly’s chin was slightly cut up from the rough shaving job he did over the years, but neither one of them took no notice of it. Instead, he saw the water run down his girlfriend’s cleavage and said suggestively, “Too bad that isn’t apple juice running down you, otherwise, I’d lick it off.”

“Oh Sly,” Vicky said suggestively, “you’re only interested in one thing.”
“Well, cutie, so are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well you say that boys are only interested in sex which is an acceptable stereotype. I say girls are only interested in romance which is also an acceptable stereotype. That is, if you know what I mean.”
“Smart thinking; you’re right. Society commonly judges the sexes through stereotypes.”

“Sly, smart thinking; you’re right. Society commonly judges the sexes through stereotypes.”
“That’s why, I’m the brains and you’re the mussel in this duo.”

The waterfall was located to the South of the Island where the two lovers had been stranded. In this waterfall, the water ran right down the two species of palm trees thus creating a true tropical rainforest. The area had crossing bubbling streams, passing several lakes which ran right into the ocean.

Tropical Island fed a vast variety of at least 3,000 exotic and rare animals from the red wolf to the California condor to the silver shark. Also, the Island was inhabited by many tropical plants. Many of the plants could be used for cooking which was exactly what Sly and Vicky used them for.

Vicky shook her hair out of her eyes before trying to give her boyfriend a hickey, but he moved away.
“What’s wrong,” she asked.
“This is not a good time,” he said squeezing his hand hard and Vicky realized what was going on.
“But I thought the plant gave you immunities to it.”
“No it didn’t; at least, not anymore.”

She tried to reach out to him, but he fell into the water. She dived in after him and a soon after, a fin was spotted in the distance. Furball and Furball gave low, threatening growls as they jumped in after the silver shark, who mistook the humans for dolphins. They snapped and barked at it, not letting it near Sly and Vicky. The shark bit back, wounding the dogs’ legs, but finally it had to retreat. Unfortunately, Sly was still underwater and he was both shaking and drowning. Both he and Vicky had suffered damage from the shark and were bleeding, but finally, the latter managed to pull them ashore. Sly was unconscious and not breathing, so Vicky gave him CPR.

“Come on,” she said, pressing down hard on his heart, “don’t die on me, now.”
Nothing happened for several minutes, perhaps moments, since, of course, the two could not keep track of time on the Island, before Sly Walker woke up and blinked as his girlfriend moved his wet hair out of his eyes.

“Sly, sweetheart,” Vicky asked, “are you alright? Come on, say something.”
Sly gave a sly smile as he looked at his girlfriend and said, “Hello, cutie.”
Relieved, she gave a sigh of relief as the dogs licked her boyfriend, who began slowly to pet them, but then he saw the blood on his fingers – it was his dogs’ blood.
‘They risked their lives for me,’ he thought, looking at the blood and then he noticed his girlfriend and how hurt she was.
“Are you alright?”
“I’ll live,” she replied. “I was more concerned about you.”
“If you cut off that section of the area, we can still use the waterfall. I’ll watch out for danger.”

Vicky was about to ask if Sly was sure if he was okay, but then decided that he probably was.
“I can't believe you don't know how beautiful you are,” Sly said, as he watched his girlfriend fix up a net made out of tree branches, while he kept an eye out for danger.
“Don’t you feel naked?”
“I am naked my love and so are you.”

Sly and Vicky smiled suggestively at each other. For several moments, neither of them spoke as they gazed into each other’s eyes. From the former’s point of view, he could see the latter’s breasts. She noticed this, but shrugged it off and continued to lye there with her breasts exposed, looking defiant as possible. Sly also looked as defiant as he possible, but she can see that he was actually vulnerable.
Sly lay under Vicky, vulnerable since his body had not “re-grouped” yet, as he said, “The plant was working. This wasn’t supposed to happen and now, without your mother and the Professor, we can’t get off the fucking Island.”

“Don’t worry,” Vicky Jackson said, tenderly, stroking her boyfriend’s hair, “and don’t lose hope.”
Just then, one of Sly Walker’s transformers approached in the form of a helicopter. It carried two passengers and a pilot. Onboard were Professor Ray Korenev, who was driving, Chad Streggo, who was ridding in shotgun and doctor Samantha Jackson.

Doctor Samantha Jackson was thirty-eight years old and had white skin and long red hair like her daughter. Unlike her daughter, however, her eye color was blue and she did smoke. But like Vicky, she did drink. Also, Doctor Jackson had been divorced since her daughter has been dating Sly and neither she, nor her daughter, had had any contact with her husband. The two of them used to live in Vlandercore, but after Doctor Jackson got divorced, she and her daughter had moved to Xanan.

“So we are getting rescued after all,” Sly said, singling for the transformer. The transformer obviously could not land on Tropical Island, so it had to be placed in hover mode. The Italian himself, then had to be strapped in to a harness and be let down by the Doctor.

As soon as the Italian was close enough, the American woman grabbed onto his right leg while her boyfriend signaled for his dogs. Once Chad was free, he shouted for Sly to get on.
“Quickly,” Chad, who had gotten his tattoo removed, shouted, “There isn’t much time! We’ve got to leave now!”
Sly Walker understood as he gripped the handles with all his “strength” and was hoisted up.
“Hang on, son,” the Professor shouted. “Don’t look down!” His shouting was, of course, drowned out by the noise of the transformer as Sly reached the open door and was quickly pulled inside.
“Now it’s your turn Vicky,” Chad Streggo shouted as she was placed into the harness and lifted up in the same manor. Sly was given some black clothes, which he put on in the next room after he dried off with a towel.

With only Chad and the Furballs left, the winds had gotten difficult and the Professor worried that they may not be able to keep their position for long, so in great haste, the Italian was lifted up and the harness almost broke half way up which would have sent Chad to his death.
“My dogs,” Sly asked when he realized his dogs were not with him. “Where are my dogs?”
The dogs barked from below probably wondering why they were not being taken along.
“I’ll go get them,” Vicky said. “Release the harnesses.”
“Right,” the Professor answered. Although Sly was first-in-command, Vicky was second-in-command and the Professor was third-in-command, Vicky and the Professor never address each other formally like other companies might.

Once Vicky had landed, she gave the dogs each a quick pat and then put one Furball into a harness as the Professor hoisted the two back up. Once that operation was complete and Sly was petting his dog, Vicky and Professor Korenev repeated the processor with the other dog.
“Did they get hurt,” Chad asked.
“Shark attack,” Sly replied.
“I’m sorry,” the Professor said and the American male just shrugged.

As soon as the Furballs had been put into the transformer, the door closed and the machine flew away, never to go to Tropical Island again. Just like her boyfriend, Vicky was given some black clothes, which she put on in the next room while she thought it was great she could return to being a vegetarian. When Sly asked the date, Chad, who was still wounded from his battle with Natalie, told him.

Chapter IV : The Rites Of Passage

The double wedding finally arrived and Sly Walker, Vicky Jackson, William “Spike” Atkinson and Drusilla Buckminster arrived informally, but in nice black clothes at City Hall.
There was a female judge to wed the two couples named Max Staradumov. She was thirty-nine years old and had white skin. The Russian woman had long, Burnett hair and blue eyes. She also smoked and drank and was very tall. She might have been a foot taller than Sly. 

Vinnie Rieker, Professor Ray Korenev and Doctor Samantha Jackson were there as guests. The four guests, along with the Judge, were clad all in black, just like Sly, Vicky, Spike and Drusilla. Upon request, the couples had requested to be referred to as husband and wife and Spike had also requested that his nickname be mentioned.
“Everyone,” Max said, “we are here to join Sly Walker and Vicky Jackson in holy matrimony and William ‘Spike’ Atkinson and Drusilla Buckminster in holy matrimony. Does anyone object to these two couples getting married?”
“We do,” Vinnie, the Professor and the Doctor said waving their hands wildly and the couples turned to eye them.
“Oh, what’s your reason,” the Judge asked.
“No we were just joking.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll just need two signatures.”
“Oh we’ll sign,” the couples said in unison. “That is for each other.”

Once the signatures had been written the Judge said, “I now pronounce each couple husband and wife. You may now kiss your spouse.” However instead of actual kissing, the couples necked and the Judge said, “Well, that works too,” and thought to herself, ‘Íåèñòîâûå ãîðìîíû.’ Raging hormones.