Hide the monster girl in his bathroom.

Rosalind draws a bath to lay the sexy cryptid down into, and Dr.Browning sighs in profound relief as he cups Webby’s cheek; he is glad that she’s sleeping peacefully despite being attacked. A quick look down at the fishwoman in his cramped bathtub almost breaks Eliot’s heart when realizes she’s on the lam in her own habitat. He gives her forehead a kiss, and lets the scaly girl huddle a shampoo bottle like a teddy bear before leaving with Winona.

The trio of researchers shut the bathroom door to have a conversation none of them ever assumed possible. Dr.Thunderfoot especially can’t hold back the words in her mind, and hides her pussy behind a hand as she says, “I can’t believe you have irrefutable proof, Eliot. You could turn cryptozoology into a respected field of study— If you show the world a real life lake monster, you’re the next big thing in science!”

“That’s all true, but… someone is hunting Webby.” Eliot speaks, trying his best to look serious despite his wiener hanging out. “I’m afraid that exposing her existence could mean her capture, or worse.”

“You can’t be sure about that.” Rosalind adds, gazing at Eliot’s dangling cock instead of anywhere else, “I wanna be a rich and famous science-y bitch too, and those were only tranq darts. Nobody’s trying to really hurt the swamp creature. Okay, but can we like, back up for a second? I feel like we skipped over the part where Webby’s actually real and you’re not just a crazy hot guy with a nice dick?”

“Those are very fair points, especially the part where you reminded me that you’re a self-centered pervert, but…” Dr.Browning says as he cups both hands over his dick, “that so-called swamp creature is a person. She might even be my friend. I just want to meet whoever’s hunting Webby before I expose her to the world.”

Rosalind isn’t sure how to keep arguing for her own fame when her eyelids feel so heavy. Despite tensions running high in the researchers’ cabin, all three nude (and half-naked) people agree to sleep on this decision. Eliot especially goes out like a light after such a long, humiliating, exhausting day.

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A knock on the front door rouses Dr.Browning from his slumber, and Eliot double checks the lock on his bathroom as he goes to answer the door.

Who he sees on the outside of his cabin is quite simply the largest woman he’s ever seen— she towers half a head over the doctor, and her large, well-defined muscles look like cables under her pale skin. Of note, there is a rifle strapped to her back. Her bone-white hair is tied back in a loose bun, and she’s looking down at Eliot through intense, jade irises.

To make matter more ‘embarrassing’ than ‘scary’, Dr.Browning pitches a tent just looking at her. She’s that mix of intimidating, elegant, and huge that Eliot is kind of ashamed to admit turns him on. He opens his mouth and tries talking to this massive lady, but the words get trapped in his throat. She doesn’t make a peep either, and for a moment, the two people stand in perfect silence.