Winona is a believer now.

“What is it!? Are you hurt?!” Eliot asks, wrapping his arms around Winona to keep her shivering frame steady.

“N-n-n-n-no, I-I-I’m f-fine, but…” The doctor stammers, raising a finger to the window by the bathroom, “I saw her. I saw the lake monster. She’s real.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying all along! Hold on… you really thought I was crazy, didn’t you?” He says, looking offended.

“Of course I thought you were crazy! I only agreed to help you because it meant I might have sex with a certified hunk— but there she was, Webby was right outside the cabin.”

Winona turns to look in his eyes, and the cute doctor says, “My God, Eliot. You were telling the truth all along… you were always right about Webby.”

Dr.Browning feels tears well up in his eyes, a sensation unlike any other in his chest as he finally hears a peer validate his life’s work. A couple blissful teardrops fall down his cheeks, but he realizes something odd about the mischievous creature’s appearance. “Wait a second, why was she all the way out here? I’ve never seen Webby so far inland before…”

“I need to see if she’s alright.” Eliot says, not even throwing a bedsheet on to cover his penis as he heads into the darkened woods. He’s stopped at the door, a hand from Rosalind and from Dr.Thunderfoot grabbing his shoulders to let him know they were coming too.

The trio of researchers find Webby supine and motionless in the middle of the forest, and the powerful swamp monster looks so unusual to Eliot; laying down without her usual perverted energy, smiling only a tiny smirk despite her favorite victim being naked right beside her. They find a tranq dart in her neck, and gasp at the sign of a struggle, then roll her over to see another six darts sticking out of her round bubble-butt.

Eliot quickly yanks the tranquilizers out, and hauls the yawning fishwoman onto his shoulders, Dr.Thunderfoot grabbing her scaly legs to help carry the creature back to the cabin.

With the last of her fading consciousness, Webby reaches down to fondle the hunky doctor’s ass. He yelps at the webbed hand playing with his backside before she goes limp— finally knocked out by the tranqs.