FIC (Reprise) : Werewolf of Van Nuys cont.

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Summary:  Brad is a bad boy, and no one's smiling                                                         
A/C:  For some reason, this keeps getting munged up... I'm trying, but this computer is REALLY trying!

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Marking Territory

“Good evening everybody, and welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway?  Tonight’s players:  ‘Junk Yard Dog… Wayne Brady’… ‘Leader of the Pack… Brad Sherwood’… ‘Best in Show Colin Mochrie’… and ‘Aw Mom, he followed me home, can I keep him?   Ryan Stiles!’ And I’m your host Drew Carey!”

By now everyone had heard that Sean'a had left him the month before, and Brad was getting mixed reactions from the guys.  Colin and Ryan were sympathetic; Drew was staying neutral, but Wayne… Wayne seemed relieved she was gone. 

Brad scanned the audience, nostrils flaring unconsciously.  He could feel the women in the audience… their eyes watching him, wanting him.  He could even smell them.  His smile got wider as he waited for the games to begin. 

The first game was “Lets Make A Date” with Wayne being the hapless contestant.  Brad looked at his quirk.  ‘Big bad wolf…’ 

Wayne flipped his ‘hair’ back and looked at the camera.  “Um, hello bachelors!  Bachelor number one, I’m like… a total vegan, you know?  Where would we go for dinner?”

Brad grinned wolfishly.  “No veggies for me baby, I love meat!  Nice, juicy, rare  ‘n’ wonderful… arrRRrrroOOOooooOOo!  Grrrrrrrowf!

Wayne wrinkled his forehead and made a disgusted face.  “You mean you wouldn’t give up your precious meat for one meal to try veggie burgers?  That’s rude!” 

The audience laughed as Colin’s quirk came up ‘Little Bo Peep’.   “Bachelor number two, what would make you happy?”

Colin smirked a little before putting on a sad face.  “Finding all my little fluffy friends would make me so happy!  Why did they run away?  I just turned my back for a minute….”

Brad grinned at Colin and mimed picking his teeth.

“Bachelor number three, I love to go walking on the beach as sunset.  What do you like to do to get in touch with Nature?”  Ryan grinned (Nudist trying to get others to ‘convert’) and stretched.  “Why, I like to run free myself… you’ve got a great looking body… I can just see the two of us… the way God intended us to be… Come on, what do you have to lose but your inhibitions?  ~Howl~ ”

And received an answering howl from Brad, and a bleat of surprise from Colin.  Wayne and Ryan looked up as the audience screamed with laughter.  That one ‘Baaaaah?’ was all it took. 

Brad leapt off his stool and was wrestling Colin to the floor.  Drew looked on, cackling with glee as Brad got behind the confused Canadian and started humping him.  He hit the buzzer to end the round...  And hit it…  And hit it…

**His eyes were half closed as he growled and humped the male beneath him.  That one was older, weaker, and HE was going to take the old one’s place!  He could feel the panic of the one beneath him, the confusion of the others.  There was an annoying buzzing sound like an insect – an easy thing to ignore. **

 **SPLASH** A pitcher full of ice water pierced Brad’s fog.  Ryan had felt the change from play to something else, and had grabbed the nearest pitcher and dumped it on Brad.  The audience roared, thinking it was part of the sketch. 

Ryan shrugged as Drew looked at him with an open mouth.  “Well, we didn’t have a hose handy…”  

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Take a Dump in Your Own Backyard Not Mine

 

Somehow they managed to get through the rest of the game without another hitch.  After Wayne guessed the quirks ~ ‘Ryan was naked, Colin umm… a sacrificial lamb?’ 

“Well, he was supposed to be Lil Bo Peep… but… ah, hell… I’ll give it to you.”  Someone in the audience snickered.

‘And Brad umm… Brad was… a very bad wolf with even worse eyesight?’ 

“YES!”  The audience exploded in applause as the show's commercial music came up.

Dan called for a short break so everyone could cool down and dry off.  Brad went back to his dressing room rather dazedly.  (What the hell just happened?)  As he stepped through the door, a pair of large hands grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into the room.  He had time for one single “Yipe!” before the door was kicked shut.

“Ryan?” 

Twin balls of green fire blazed down at him.  “Shut… the… fuck… up… and listen!”  Ryan’s hands tightened, pulling Brad’s face closer.  “Whatever the hell that was out there wasn’t funny, no matter what the audience saw.   Colin is shaking like a leaf, and you… will… not… touch him again!  If you ever hurt him, intentionally or not…” Ryan growled as his hands clenched the fabric tighter. 

Brad choked as the collar pulled at his throat.   

** SUBMIT! * *  The Alpha had him by the throat.  He was being disciplined for his foolishness.  (Whine)  The Alpha was not listening.  (Whimper)  He felt the room spinning.  ** SUBMIT! **  There was only one thing he could do to show the Alpha he was submitting completely…

Ryan’s eyes cleared slowly.  There was a strange smell in the room. 

Brad had his eyes closed, his head tipped as much to the side as he could.  He was trembling and… Ryan looked down and his eyes widened.  A dark stain was slowly spreading across the slacks.  Brad had wet his pants.

As he unwound the bunched up material from tingling fingers, Ryan stepped back to the door.  Brad’s eyes slowly opened, and the look he gave Ryan was his ‘hurt puppy’ look. 

Ryan looked at him and shook his head before gesturing down.  “You might want to change clothes completely before we’re back on air.  If you know what I mean…”