Billy & The Creator

Have you ever gotten the feeling that your life isn't in your control, that everything that you do and that happens to you is under the control of somebody else somewhere far away?  No matter how hard you try to change something, it still manages to happen in one way or another as if a predetermined conclussion?  That everything in your life is leading up to some sort of end for the amusement of others?  Well, Billy Plats, a normal platypus, found out that his life IS just under somebody else's control.
It was just another ordinary day for a playful platypus named Billy Plats.  Yes, "another ordinary day" is overly cliche, but it doesn't seem like the best stories start with "on an already eventful day" or "to add on to a crazy day".  Our platypus friend was on his way to a party being hosted by two of his long-time friends, Jennifer Tigre and Jerry Squirrel, when an unforseen event would spring itself upon him.  As he walked down the street, Billy noticed a shadow in the corner of his eye, one that started to disappear into the distant trees.  Always the curious platypus, he followed the imaginary figure into the brush, determined to find whatever it is he saw to satisfy his curiosity.  The density of the leaves was growing thicker and thicker the deeper in he got, and he was quickly losing sight of the object that eluded him, but he was determined to catch his prey.  The platypus, swatting away bugs and leaves, soon found himself standing at the edge of a deep hole in the middle of the ground, seeming to dig for miles into the Earth's surface.  What is it about nature that causes one to grab something and throw it into a deep hole when discovered?  Whatever the cause, Billy couldn't help himself as he grabbed the nearest rock and chucked it into the void, trying to see how far down the landing was.  When no sound ever came back, Billy knew that falling in would definitely be fatal and was glad that he was able to see it before he stepped into it.  Now concerned with his safety and no longer curious about the figure he chased in, the platypus was quick to turn around and just get to his friends' place only to find his path blocked by the figure he was chasing.
"Hmph... that was too easy," the figure stated aloud.

"Huh?" Billy questioned in reply, confused.
Without further conversation, the figure shoved the platypus into the hole.  Billy screamed as loud as his voice could and as long as his lungs could hold out for as he fell toward the bottom an unknown distance away.  Back on tera firma, the figure chuckled loudly.
"Have fun.  I'll see you when I get back."
The figure disrobed itself, revealing a naked female fox named Clotho, the youngest sister of fate.  She had not interefered with Billy's life since she and her sisters spared his life, yet he didn't remember the event due to it taking place in the afterlife.  The fox had just pushed Billy to his supposed demise, although she knew the fall would actually send him on an incredible journey.  With a snap of her fingers, Clotho disappeared from existance into the afterlife once more.  Meanwhile, back in the hole, Billy lost all breath from his screaming and was starting to lose conciousness from being unable to catch more breaths into his body.  After only a few bitter moments, the platypus had lost his grip on reality as the lack of oxygen had knocked him out.  When he was finally able to take another breath, Billy finally woke up, relieved that he was on solid ground and had not died.  He stood up and brushed himself off and then took a look around to see where he was or if he could find who rescued him.  All he could see was a sign, a road, and some trees.  The sign was simplistic, green with white lettering, and wasn't at all awe-inspiring, but it was a clue none-the-less.
"Welcome to New Brighton, a place with a possitive future," our hero read the sign aloud to himself.  Where the bloody hell is this?  I never heard of this place before.  I'd better take a look around and see if anybody knows how I got here or if I can even get home.
Not having much to go on and not having a clue as what to do in his situation, Billy set out on his trek through the small town to see if anybody could help him.  It wasn't long past the sign before he started seeing houses and more roads forming the town start to pop up, which was a good sign for him.  It may have been a small town, but it wouldn't be far for him to find any help.  As he crossed the road to walk up to the first house he came across, a car came from behind where he had woken up and driven past him.  Billy turned around to watch the car go by, hoping maybe he could get the driver to stop, but when he saw who was driving, he decided not to bother.  It was a peculiar sight, a nearly furless ape was behind the wheel, its flesh mostly exposed as if his last haircut had gone very wrong.  If not for the clothes the simian was wearing, Billy would've been able to see every fleshy body part.  The only part of the ape that had fur left was on top of the head and just above the eyes.  If the bad haircut was not an accident but was instead intentional, then the ape was surely unstable and could possibly hurt the platypus.  So, instead of taking any chances and bothering the driver, Billy just let him drive by.
Ugh... that's not gonna be something I can get easily out of my head.  Wait... WHAT?!?!?
Billy watched as more cars started driving past, and the sight was just unbelievable.  Every single driver, every single passenger, everybody that was in a car was a shaven simian, most of them with only hair on the tops of their heads and above their eyes, but some around the lips and on the sides of their faces.
Either this is a bad fur fashion, the barber here is extremely unqualified, or these apes are ALL unstable.  Anyway it goes, it doesn't look like I'll be fitting in.  I need to get off the streets before somebody decides to pick on the outsider!
Fortunately for our hero, the town was very wooded and had plenty of rarely-traveled back-roads to travel down that would hide him from the hairless apes.  Billy took the first available road away from the sign and the drivers, the sides of said street heavy with trees, which the platypus used for cover as he walked.  For a while, it seemed like it was all going to end well, until he passed a cemetary which sent a chill down his spine.  He had a sudden sense of dread fall upon him, feeling the worst of his current expedition.  The platypus shook his head and continued along the road, trying to not let his thoughts run away on him and lead him away from his current goal of finding help or a way home.  After another short distance, and a few turns, Billy found himself in front of a red house that he couldn't help but be drawn to, like something about the house was physically pulling him in without him knowing why.  The platypus approached the house with care, knowing that what lay inside was probably not going to be pleasant.
On the inside of the house, all was normal.  A man was sitting at his computer, typing out a story for a character he had created and been very attatched to.  The character was an anthromorphic platypus named Billy Plats.  The story the man was working on was one where his character was sucked out of the story world and into the creator's own world.  The words were flowing from his fingers to the pages on the computer screen as he was starting to get absorbed into his work.
"Billy found himself in front of a red house that he couldn't help but be drawn to, like something about the house was physically pulling him without him knowing why.  The platypus approached the house with care, konwing that what lay inside was probably not going to be pleasant.  With a sigh upon reacing the porch of the building, our hero stepped to the front door and knocked."
With those last lines typed, the writer heard a knock at the door.  He let out a soft chuckle, enjoying when the universe timed such events as a phone ringing on TV going off at the same time as a phone in real life ringing, or a knock at the door at the same time he wrote it in this case.  The writer stood up away from his computer and answered the door, simply opening it.  Standing on the outside was an anthromorphic platypus.
So, one of my fans finally found where I live and decided to visit me as Billy to show their support.  Well, what few fans I have, the writer thought to himself.
"Hello there.  How can I help you?"

"Well, my name is Billy Plats and I'm lost," the platypus started saying.
When the man noticed how Billy's muscles and bill actually moved and shaped the words being spoke, he quickly slammed the door shut with a scream.
"GET AWAY FROM ME MONSTER!"
It was at that moment that Billy started to realize that maybe the shaven apes were more scared of him than he of them, that there may only be one dominant species in this alternate universe and that a platypus may not be normal for them.
Granted, my species isn't exactly normal where I come from either, but he's actually terrified of me.
"Please sir," the platypus said to the door and the man hiding behind it.  "All I need is directions home.  I don't know how I got here, but I'm more than happy to leave, if I only had but one clue to return to where I came from.  Like I said, my names is Billy Plats and I'm lost."
Ok, either I'm a little too drunk or I'm having one hell of a dream, but either way this can't be real, the man thought to himself after hearing the platypus' pleas.  I know I was writing myself into my newest story being confronted by Billy... but this is just plain nuts.  There's no way this is happening FOR REAL!
With a sigh, trying to gather courage to meet his creation, the writer stood and reopened the door, staring at the platypus.
"So... you're Billy, huh?"
"Yes.  I am.  May I ask your name?"
"My name is Justin Plum.  I'm your creator," the man answered.
The anthro platypus rolled his eyes and chuckled at the crazy ape.
"Yeah... that's a good one.  My 'creator'?  You apes are all off your rocker."
"Ape?  I'm not an ape... I'm a human," Justin said to his creation.  Billy cocked his head slightly to the left and raised his right eyebrow, obviously confused by the new word being spoken to him.  "Oh, that's right.  The world you live in doesn't have any of my kind.  We are kinda like apes, just smarter, and less hair."
"I don't know, you 'humans' don't see much smarter than the gorrilas and chimps of my world.  And in any case, how could YOU create ME?  Do you have any proof?"
Justin pulled the platypus into his home and shut the door behind him.  The man then took Billy to his computer, where he had left his recent work up on the screen.
"Read this if you want your proof."
Our hero sat down in the chair and began reading the story, waiting to see how this work could prove anything.  After reaching the point where Justin was interrupted, Billy chuckled to himself.
"All this is is coincidence.  This doesn't prove that you created me."
"Ok then.  Get up and let me sit there.  I think I have something that might prove I created you."
Billy stood from the chair, allowing the man to sit down and start clicking away at the keys.  The platypus watched the words dance across the screen, reading them in his mind.
"After a weird introduction to one another, Billy's creator allowed our hero entry to prove that his words were not false.  When the creation was hesitant to believe, the writer sat down at the computer and began to type.  While Billy was reading the words on the screen come into existance in front of him, he didn't realize that his body was being changed.  With every word he read in his mind, his penis and scrotum disappeared, giving birth out of nothingness to a brand new vagina and a new pair of breasts, and his name changing from William to Wilma."  Wait... what?
Billy looked away from the screen to his body, where he noticed that a pair of D-sized boobs had formed out of thin air on his body.  With nervous anxiety, he quickly reached his paw into his pants to find his package, only to find that it had disappeared like had been written, being replaced by a puss.  With a very annoyed look forming on his face, Billy spun the man around in his chair.
"What the hell?!?"
"Hey, you wanted proof.  Well, here it is, Billy.  Or should I say 'Wilma'?"
"Ok... so you've got a magic computer or something.  I believe you.  NOW FIX ME!"
Justin spun back around in his chair to face the computer screen once more, his fingers flying across the keys as a bountiful supply of words started being born on the monitor.  As Billy read the words again in his head, he made sure to pay closer attention to his body, and felt the feminine parts starting to vanish and his masculine parts coming back.  Once everything was back to normal, the platypus let out a sigh of relief that quickly turned into an angry look once he realized what everything had meant.  He spun the writer around once more and put an extended finger in his face.
"Ok, NOW WHAT?!?" Justin barked at his creation, annoyed by the finger being pointed at him.
"It was all you!"
"What was all me?"
"Everything bad that's ever happened to me... it was all YOUR fault!" Billy shouted.
"Hey, first off, don't yell at me.  Secondly, if nothing bad ever happened to you, your life would be boring, and nobody would ever want to read about it.  Not that anybody really does anyway, but that's beside the point."
"Well, you know what?  FUCK YOU!  You have no right treating me the way you did!  The heartache, the turmoil, the drama, the trauma!  All for what?  So a fan or two can get their rocks off at my life?  What right do you have to use my life as a source of entertainment?"
"You are MY creation, you insolent dick," the writer yelled at his creation.  "Until five minutes ago, I didn't even know you were a real life being, so excuse the hell out of me for not treating you better.  But, just so you know, I could've treated you a lot worse you know.  SO yeah, you had bad in your life, but it's not as bad as it could've been."
"Yeah..." the platypus answered, rolling his eyes and using a very obvious sarcastic tone.  "It could've been A LOT worse."
Snarling out of frustration and anger at his creation's insubordination, Justin turned his attention back to his computer and started hammering his fingers into the keys of his keyboard.  Billy tried to read what was being typed, but before he could get the first sentece read, he could feel something else happening to him.  With a blinding flash, he found himself at a table, but he was naked.  He could feel his body being pushed by an unseen forced as he was bent over the table and his hands strapped to the top.  The force then pushed his legs apart and locked them in place to the table legs.  Billy looked at his creator and growled.
"Ha ha... you made your point... now let me up, asshole."
"Oh, my point hasn't been made yet."
A few more clicks of the keys later, and Billy could see the flash let off light behind him.  Unable to look behind him, he started to get worried.
"Hey... what did you do?" the platypus nervously asked.
"Oh, there's five horses back there.  They're ready to gangbang you, with a double penetration included.  Oh, and they have whips and tazers."
"Ok ok!  You made your point!  I give I give!  It can be worse.  Just please... let me go," Billy pleaded with the man at the computer, not wanting to be hurt by what was to come if he continued to fight.
Satisfied with the sudden obedience of the platypus, Justin turned his attention back to the computer and typed a few more sentences onto the screen.  Suddenly Billy was returned to normal, standing upright and fully clothed, and the table and horses had vanished from existence.
"I told you, I could've been a lot worse.  But I tried not to be harsh.  Until now, I felt you were a part of me, since a lot of you is based off myself.  I felt like you and I were one being, even if there were a few differences in your character from myself.  Like I said, though, I had to have a few bad things happen to you, or you'd never grow as a character, and your life would be boring."
"Ok... so you can create things out of thin air?"
"Not really.  I've written lots of things, but none of them started coming true until you showed up.  Then again, maybe the only things I write that come into reality are the things I write that involve you in one way or another.  I can change you back into a kid or warp the reality around YOU, but if I were to type something else, I don't think it would work."
"Do it then.  Type something to affect you," Billy challeneged the writer.
Justin tapped at his keyboard once again, typing a few sentences to try and make an all you can eat steak buffet appear right in his living room for himself, but nothing appeared.  Ready to prove that everything he types about and for Billy does come into creation, though, he changes the sentences so that the food would be for the platypus instead.  Once the final editions were made, the banquet appeared nearby.
"There you have it.  It doesn't work on me, but on you."
The man then deleted the newest sentences, and the food disappeared.  This left Billy satisfied that what Justin was saying was true, and this gave him new hope for getting home quickly.
"So you have a magic computer or something?"
"I don't know," the writer answered.  "All I know is that, for whatever reason, whatever I type about you or for you comes into existance here."
"Well, what about a portal home them?  Surely you can write one of those up for me, can't you?" Billy asked Justin.
"What did I just tell you?  Your life gets boring without some sort of conflict.  Yeah, I could send you home right now, but then that'd be boring.  So, what we'll do is I'll write up some kind of creature for you to fight.  You win, I'll send you home.  If you lose, I'll get a terrific ending to the series."
"You've gotta be kidding..." Billy mumbled in disbelief.
"Oh, I'm not kidding.  Think of it this way.  It'll be a great story, and you still owe me for getting uppity with me.  Besides, I'm in control of you, so even if you say no, all I have to do is type it and it'll happen anyway."
"You're a dick..."
"No, I'm just doing what's best for you."
"You mean what's best for you," Billy replied.
"Well, not denying that this will be great for me, but it'll make you grow as a being.  It'll help teach you that the bad in your life makes you who you are just as much as the good, and it usually turns you into a better being after the experience."
"Alright alright... so what did you have in mind?"
Billy and Justin sat there for a few passing moments, staring at one another as the man tried to scrape together an idea in his head for his platypus creation and friend.  The writer could feel the cogs in his mind turning in overdrive as he tried so desperately to come up with just one idea, but the muses are very fickle to him at that moment, his mind unable to hatch anything.
"I got nothing..." Justin admitted in defeat.
"Seriously?  You want to put me through some sort of trial before you send me home, and yet you can't even come up with that trial?"
"Hey!  Writing isn't as cracked up as everybody makes it seem.  You gotta plan everything out, come up with plenty of ideas for things to happen in every story because you know you're gonna have to cut half of it out, and then make sure every loose end is tied up with a pretty bow by the end.  It's exhausting and difficult!" the man defended himself.
"Ok, sorry.  I just mean to say... I'm really anxious to go home.  This universe of yours gives me the creeps, no offense.  Plus I'm missing a party that my friends Jen and Jerry are throwing."
"I know you're missing that party.  I wrote it, remember?  I know EVERYTHING about you, including some stuff I never bothered to write into the stories or got a chance to."
"Oh yeah?  Like what?" the platypus questioned his creator.
"Well, like how you once shaved all your fur off to make yourself faster at swimming, but got made fun of for looking so fleshy."
"You know that?!?  Oh gosh... I don't even want to remember that.  I have no idea what I was thinking... hey wait!  YOU made me do that!!!"
"Yeah.  Not my best idea, which is why it found itself cut.  But it's still an interesting tidbit of your past, so I decided to keep it in case I ever planned to write it into future works."
"I'm glad you like it... like I said, I wish I could forget that event.  Anyway, you're letting yourself get distracted.  Think of a challenge for me so I can go home."
It was time to get serious, and the writer knew it.  His creation was right.  He couldn't afford to delay any longer.  He needed to send Billy back to his own world.  Sending him back without some sort of conquest felt like a cheap way out, but Justin knew in the back of his mind that that may be the only option available.  Not wanting to let his few fans down, or to have Billy's most recent adventure end anti-climactically, the man turned to his computer and started to look through his vast library of music, trying to find the one song that always inspires him, whether it be with writing, exercise, or just living the day.  He scrolled the various files until he found it, his perfect song, the one that always lit a fire in his eyes and heart.  He double-clicked the song titled "Burn It All" by A Dark Halo, plugged a pair of headphones in, and let the beat penetrate his soul.  Very quickly, the music started getting his creative juices flowing and ideas were hatching in his mind.  He could have Billy run through some grueling obstacle course where it was life or death and the portal home was at the finish line, or he could come up with some imposing, nigh unbeatable foe for the platypus to tackle, or make an incredibly hard puzzle for the hero to solve to unlock the portal.  After the ideas started flowing, Justin grinned as he had the best idea of them all.  Earlier in the story he had started writing for Billy, the man mentioned a hooded figure that lured Billy through a wooded path and eventually pushed the platypus into a portal to this world.  What better than to make Billy run the life or death course and have to confront the hooded figure at the end to go home.
"I've got it!"
Billy raised his eyebrows, curious as to the idea his creator had imagined.  "Ok, tell me."
The writer turned his attention back to his platypus creation. "You're going on a jog."
"A jog?" Billy asked with a sigh, looking at his webbed feet.  Granted, the webbing didn't slow him down much, but he would've prefered some sort of aquatic challenge, something that he was much more familiar with and suited for.
"Yes.  Through the cemetary."
"That's the best you got?"
"Well, you'll be starting deep in the cemetary, and you have to jog your way here.  Trust me, I'm not gonna spoil the details to make it any easier for you to succeed.  Just heed this warning, do not take my challenge lightly."
The platypus did a few light stretches, more of a way to pump himself up mentally than to prepare his body for the task ahead.  "Bring it!"
Justin spun the chair back around and glued his gaze to the computer monitor in front of him.  It was time to get serious and either send Billy home or have the greatest ending to any series ever.  His fingers pounded furiously at the keys as Billy disappeared from the man's house, reappearing in the cemetary he'd passed just some time ago.  Billy never feared cemetaries, but he did have a tremendous amount of respect for the deceased.  He wasn't going to enjoy this jog, but if it meant going home, back to his friends, family, and loved ones, he'd do whatever it takes.  The platypus took in a deep breath and shook out his limbs before he started on a liesurely pace along the road from the back of the graveyard.  He wasn't sure why, but Billy had a bad feeling that the jog wasn't the worst the writer had in store, and soon enough he knew he was right.  As our hero made the first turn toward getting out of the graveyard, he could hear moaning, groaning, shuffling, and the sounds of a large sum of Earth being moved.
Zombies?  Are you kidding me?  I'm a zombie expert!  These things aren't going to be any challenge.
One thing that the now cocky platypus had forgotten is that zombies, while very manageable in small numbers, are quite dangerous in a large group, and he was only starting his jog.  That meant that there would be more at the exit to the cemetary than there would be in the back where there were fewer graves, and they would have time to congregate together to make a massive mob.  These were things that Billy wasn't concerning himself with at the moement as he zipped and dodged himself past the rotting corpses, chuckling at his creator's weak attempt at a challenge.
Well, if that's the best he has, he should've just saved me the effort of... FUCK!
Our hero's train of thought had gone from arrogant to fearful as he finally made his way to the last section of the graveyard, the entrance with the office, which was honestly no bigger than a shed.  The number of undead had drastically increased, and the only other ways out was to go back the way he came, which had a second area blocked off by a few trees and was also the location of a second exit, but meant he would have a longer path, or to go through the woods near the cemetary onto the road nearby, but who knew how many zombies had stumbled out of the graveyard into that area.  Billy put his paws to his face and yelled into them out of frustration, which immediately alerted all of the corpses to his location, their heads and bodies turning to him and slowly stumbling to their next meal.
Fuck fuck fuck!  If only I had a weapon.  Too bad platypus venom doesn't work on the undead.  Well played, Justin.  Well played.  So that's the way you want to play?  Alright.  Last time I'll make the mistake of getting cocky.
Annoyed with having to undo all the progress he'd made, Billy turned himself around and jogged back into the graveyard, dodging the zombies that he'd already passed once on his way down.  Once back at his starting point, with all the zombies behind him, the platypus cut through the trees toward the back portion of the cemetary.  He was a little dismayed when he found there were a few zombies back there as well, but they weren't as closely gathered, so he was able to just jog around them.  Once he left the cemetary via the back exit, he was able to jog down the road a few moments and found himself back in front of the "Welcome To New Brighton" sign.  From here, he knew the path back to his creator's house.  It wasn't very far, not much more than a fifteen minute jog downhill, but if zombies were only the begining of the challenge of returning to Justin's residence, then that fifteen minutes would prove to be hellacious.
Gambling money says that the direct path to his house is going to be much harder than the longer path, but the longer path will probably have more obstacles.  So anyway it goes, I'm gonna have to dig down and give it two hundred percent to make it through this in one piece.
The platypus stood at the sign for a few moments, looking down each road a few times, trying to give careful consideration to which path to choose.  Down the road to his left was the most direct route home, but it would take him back past the zombie infested cemetary, and who knows how many of them have stumbled out and started heading to the other parts of town.  Down the right was the longer path.  Going down this path would double the time needed to make it back to his creator and to the portal that would lead him back to his own life, but it would undoubtedly be a little bit safer than trying to deal with zombies.
Well... that makes the left path a little easier then.  I know a little of what's already waiting down there for me.  If I go the other path, who knows what lays in wait.  But do I risk that the zombies have stumbled into the other obstacles, making them that much harder to complete?
Billy grew frustrated again, this time being unable to decide which path would be best to take.  Either way it went, he'd be in danger, but he had to choose between a dangerous known variable and the unknown.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Billy also knew that Justin was writing this all down, making a spectacle of the platypus' plight.
Well fuck that!  Full speed ahead!  I'm done helping that cock-sucker!
Billy started sprinting down the hill to his left.  Somehow, the knowledge of messing with Justin's precious story made Billy that more anxious to make it to the end.  Halfway between the sign and the graveyard, though, he found his next obstacle, and it wasn't what he was expecting.  Before him stood an elephant, standing close to ten foot tall, blocking his path like a troll with a bridge, and he was naked and holding a very large club, one that looked suited to his size.  Billy's pace slowed and he walked up within three feet of the guard.
"Step aside please," Billy told the much bigger pachyderm.
"In your dreams cock-sucker," the deep-voiced elephant answered with a hefty chuckle.  "This here's my road.  You want to walk it?  You have to give me fifty thousand dollars."
"Or I could just walk around you."
"And I could club your puny head in.  You don't want to pay?  Turn around."
"Like I have that much money.  How about I pay you back once I get that?"
"There's another way to pay if not with money," the pachyderm informed the platypus with a grin.
"Let me guess... suck your dick?"
"Hey!  We got a genius with us today.  That or you can just bend over and take it up your small, probably very tight ass.  Hey, why not both?  That's it!  Your alternate form of payment is to now suck me and let me fuck you."
"I have no time for this nonsense!  Out of my way now!"
"My my, what a mouth you have on you.  Oh I bet such a mouth gives GREAT blowjobs."
The platypus growled softly to himself, his anger and pent-up frustration growing with every second.  He knew his obstacles weren't going to be easy, but this was just nuts, literally.  Two huge ones, each the size of a baseball.  This time the option was to turn around and take the other path, try to fight the much larger and definitely much stronger elephant, who was also armed with that club, or to put said pachyderm's massive member into his mouth and then his bum.  Billy was in no way homophobic, but he also wasn't going to put that elephant's penis anywhere in himself.
And that club would probably squash my head like a watermelon.  Turning around isn't an option either.  I'm not going to get anywhere if I keep turning around at every obstacle.  So I need to figure out option four, getting around him without him hitting me or having to suck his cock.  Paying with money isn't an option, since I don't have it, and I don't have anything with me that would interest him, just the clothes on my back.  So think.  Think think think.
That's when a stroke of brilliance hit the platypus.  His venom!  He himself was armed with a potent venom.  He could kill somebody a little smaller than himself with it, so a dose of it to the elephant might just stun him long enough to let Billy past.  The problem with that, though, was that Billy knew the pachyderm wouldn't let him get such an attack off without swinging that giant club.
So I have to get close enough to him to jab him without him thinking something suspicious is going on.  Let's hope I can act well, or my head is paste.
"Fine.  I don't see any way around it.  I'll pay," Billy said with a defeated sigh as he slowly sauntered up to the elephant, dropping to his knees in front of him.
"Good boy.  You do a well enough job, and I might even let you have the honor of a facial before I fuck you."
In your dreams.  "Hey, would you mind if I took my shoes off first?  I don't want to get anything on them while I'm blowing you."
"Whatever.  I don't care.  Just hurry up and get to sucking, bitch."
That's right.  Take the bait.
Billy slowly slid his shoes off his feet, making sure to also pull off his socks.  If he was going to do this, he'd only get one shot and he had to make sure his barb would stick.  Now the only thing was a target.  He had to make sure this one shot would leave little to no retaliation.  Fortunately for our hero, the answer was staring him right in his face.  Billy puckered up and give his target, the pair of balls hanging right in front of him, a little kiss to keep the charade up and keep the elephant from suspecting anything.  The larger foe closed his eyes and prepared himself for a good time.  Billy looked up as he rubbed the giant's package, waiting for the defenses to drop completely.  Once he saw he had the elephant where he wanted him, the platypus kicked his foot up into the pachyderm's gonads, making sure to stick his barb into one of them.  The pain was so intense, feeling something jab into his testicle as well as the burning that the poison was causing his his assaulted gland, that the giant dropped his club and started falling to his knees.  Trying not to get squashed by the collapse, Billy scooted and crawled underneath his naked foe, quickly climbing to his feet and sprinting away once he was on the other side.  Billy had to forgo a bit of pride, along with his shoes and socks, but he was past the giant in one piece and that much closer to getting home.  He took a look back at the elephant, who was doubled over on the pavement clutching at his marbles in pain, before putting the experience behind him and focus on the path ahead.
I could really use some mouthwash though to wash the taste of his nuts out of my mouth.  I swear, I think I might use my venom on Justin when I get there for coming up with an obstacle like that.
The platypus had to snap himself back to reality and break his train of thought, lest he forgot about the zombies he had left in the cemetary that would be coming up shortly on his left.  As a matter of fact, it only took a few steps past the fallen giant for him to see the little office shack that sat right next to the entrance, but the view of the rest of the graveyard was blocked off by the tiny building and the trees that laid around the area.  Billy slowed his pace drastically the closer he got to the little shack, not wanting to let his guard down for one moment and it turn into a fatal error.  The pace slowed very much so to that of a tip-toeing speed, just inching along as quietly and slowly as possible as to not alert the horde to his pressence like the last time he'd run into the mob of corpses.  As our hero reached the small office building, he walked up and pressed against it, sliding along the yellow panneling until he reached the end corner.  This was it, the moment of truth.  For the next twelve feet or so he would be completely exposed.  He noticed a second road starting up a hill that led away from the cemetary, but he didn't know where that went, whether it would take him closer or further from his goal.  On top of that unknown variable, he didn't know what other kinds of traps laid in wait up the hill.  He could get punished for taking the easy way out, or it might be just that, with an easier obstacle blocking his path than a mob of living dead.  As much as he dreaded it, he had to take the road he knew at this point, even if that meant certain death.  That road to his right could lead anywhere, and he wanted so desperately to get home.  Turning around wasn't an option either.  Even if the elephant who blocked the road was still downed by the assault on his testicles, running away would guarantee Billy being stuck in this weird universe forever.
No!  I gotta do this.  I need to quit stalling.  If nothing else, I can try to make that giant angry enough to stampeed this way, bowling over the zombies.  I just have to make sure I dodge at the right time or I'll be trampled as well and die anyway.  First things first, though.  I need to see just what I'm dealing with.
Billy poked his head around the side of the building to peek at the pack of bodies that were undoubtedly laying in wait for the plat, but what he saw almost made him burst out laughing, managing to keep it to a soft chuckle to himself.  By some stroke of luck, the zombies were nowhere to be seen.  That's when it hit Billy like a brick to the head.
My outburst!  I attracted them all to me, so when I went back to the far end of the graveyard, they followed me.  When I lost them, they must've just given up and are just hanging around the back.  I guess that's a way to turn a negative into the possitive.
Our hero then strolled out from his hiding place, starting to feel arrogant once more.  So far, he's faced an army of undead and an elephant twice his size, and he's no worse for wear aside from an aftertaste that he would be very glad to get rid of once he was home.  Once he was across the gravel road that gave entrance to the graveyard, he knew he was at the halfway point.  All that was left was about a five minute jog down hill between a pair of wooded areas to a small trailer park, then a pair of quick rights up a smallish hill, and then after the next road on his left, he was at his finish line.  It all seemed so simple at this point, the platypus wondered what could go wrong.
But that's exactly what Justin wants me to think, probably.  He wants me to get arrogant so he can knock me down a few notches with the next blockade.  So I gotta try to keep my ego in check and keep myself ready for anything.
The road downhill seemed the same as when he first arrived in this alternate reality, the trees swaying in the wind as Billy simply walked down the hill, trying to save his stamina for the next encounter.  The serene environment started to worry Billy.
He's hoping I drop my guard so he can hit me hard.  Otherwise I would've run into something else by now.
Our hero's fears grew into reality.  The rest of the road down had been peaceful, nothing blocking him from his goal.  When he got to the bottom though, he knew he had been right about the writer trying to catch the platypus off guard.  At the intersection of the roads at the very bottom of the hill, Billy could see that his most direct path was blocked by a large pit, with the only way across being two ropes hainging from a pair of street lights that lay overhead.  The pit went the entire distance from the intersection to the start of the next intersection, in which the right road of that intersection would lead to his goal.  At this y shaped crossroad was also the front entrance of the trailer park.  Along the edges of the pit were various machines that shot fire, spat out spinning saw blades, and swung sharp tools and objects at him.  Billy wasn't very proud of his grip and upper-body strength, or lack there of.  He had a decent amount for somebody his size, but that was only just enough to really push him through water at a fast speed.  Most of his speed on and off land came from his leg-power, which wouldn't help him cross a bottomless pit via hanging ropes.  The path to his left at the intersection lead down to the back exit of the trailer park with a small bridge just past the exit.  He could go through the trailer park and come out on the other side and avoid the pit altogether.
Sounds good to me.  I doubt he would have something really intense in a trailer park.  Maybe a pack of feral rabid canines.  And if it comes to that, my venom can save me.  But I gotta be careful not to rely on that TOO much.  I already shot that elephant up pretty well, so who knows how many times I can count on such a tactic.  Still, it's better than falling to my death or being barbecued or shishkabobbed.
His decision made, Billy made his way down the road to the left, which turned down a bend and quickly led to the back entrance.  As the platypus rounded the corner, he started to regret his choice, but knew it was still the better of the two.  Billy's creator had planned for the platypus to take the easy way out this time, and to punish his cowardice, had posted two owls.  Normally, with it being daytime, Billy wouldn't be worried, but it seemed the writer was a clever man.  Just like he'd take Billy, a nocturnal platypus at heart and made him a denizen of the day, he'd done just the same to the owls, making them diurnal.  They were wide awake and on guard.  Why they were guarding a trailer park made no sense to the platypus, nor did it have to.  It was his obstacle to face for skipping the pit.  Though this had our hero worried.
Who knows how many more are guarding the inside?  Plus the fact that they can spin their head to look in any direction without having to move their bodies makes them perfect scouts and sentries.  Plus they have guns, so they're probably going to shoot on sight.  I could try to take one of the owls out and steal his gun to defend myself, but I'll probably just get shot trying to do so.  Stealth is the key here.  Or maybe I don't have to sneak through the park, just around it.
Billy had noticed the bridge just past the pair of sentries.  A bridge usually meaned water, which our hero was more than comfortable in.  All he had to do was sneak past the first two owls and then jump into the water, and just wait until he was safetly around the trailer park to come back onto dry land.  Happy with his new plan, the platypus looked for the nearest throwable item, which just happened to be a large rock, and chucked it behind the two owls when they weren't looking near his direction.  The rock smacked somewhere behind the two guards, causing them to turn their heads to look for the noise, which gave Billy just enough time to run past them to the bridge.  Billy looked out past the bridge to his watery getaway only to frown at the sight.  The swim past all the owls the platypus was so desperately hoping for was only a soggy hike as the water was only about half a foot deep.
It's a damn creek.  I can't swim in that.  Oh well, I've come this far.  No turning back.
The platypus hopped over the stone rails of the small bridge to the water below, only to land completely in water.  It seemed that the writer's creativity was working in full force.  The water only looked shallow to try and disuade Billy from taking it as a path.  It was a clever trick, except he had forgotten just how stubborn his creation was.  Our hero chuckled as he started his swim.  He kept an eye on the trailer park that popped into view between trees that seperated the newly formed river from the roads inside as he made his way downstream.  His relaxing trek would be interrupted by a sight he wish he hadn't seen out of the corner of his eye.  Behind him appeared a pair of top fins, like that of sharks near the surface of water ready to prey upon the careless platypus.  While Billy was a very fast swimmer, he wasn't sure if he could outswim a pair of hungry sharks.
Time to nut up.  If I climb out of the water now, I'm swiss cheese.  So I have no choice but to swim my heart out.  Fortunately I don't have far to go.  It looks like maybe only 20 yards until I can climb out of the water.
The platypus started pumping his arms and kicking his feet through the water.  It was time to put his skills to the ultimate test.  Never before had he had a true "swim for your life" scenario.  If he wasn't fast enough, he was lunch.  No longer paying any attention to the shoreline next to him, he focuse on pure speed as the sharks were matching him inch for inch through the water.  Realizing he was being slowed down, Billy started using his claws to rip at his clothes with every stroke he took in the water, shredding them until they melted off his body.  As his body became more and more nude, he could feel his speed increase due to the lessened drag on his body from the clothes and the weight of soaked fabric.  No longer hindered, the platypus was able to speed away from the sharks until he reached his shoreline goal.  Scrambling up onto the land, Billy sprinted quickly away from the creek-looking river before the sharks could beach themselves to catch a nibble.  Our hero climbed a small hill back up to street level once away from his aquatic enemies and found himself right outside the trailer park on the far side.  All Billy had to do now was to walk to the road, make his way back to the y shaped intersection, take a left now, and he was home free.
It's time to end this.  I'm ready to go home.
Billy walked along the side of the trailer park, making sure not to make any noise or otherwise draw attention to himself.  While he wasn't in direct danger, the trailer park wasn't walled off at all and the owls that were guarding it could still see him and decide to open fire.  The platypus managed to tiptoe his way around the entire lot back to the intersection he needed to get to and then made the left he needed to make it to the goal.  The end drew near and our hero grew more excited with every step he took.  He was tired from this test of endurance and just ready to go home, so tired in fact that he was going to leave without even any parting words with his creator.  His pace quickened from a walk to a jog to a sprint over a matter of seconds as the adrenaline and excitement started building.  He was within feet of his escape and nothing was going to stop him now, nothing except the cloaked figure he saw earlier before his little journey standing in the front lawn of the writer.
Perfect... actually, this is perfect.  I can't wait to tear this asshole a new one for doing this to me.
As an enraged look grew on Billy's face, he sprinted full speed toward the shrouded figure.  Before the mysterious being knew what hit her, Billy tackled her to the ground and stared at her with a snarl.
"Before I beat you into a pulp, let's see what you're hiding under that hood."
The platypus grabbed the hood and flipped it up over the figure's head, revealing the fox known as Clotho.  Billy's eyebrow raised in confusion as to how a woman could be so strong to overpower him and throw him into a pit.  Since he knew she wouldn't be going anywhere because of Billy resting his full weight on her, our hero took this time to drill her for answers to satisfy him.
"Alright.  Who are you and what did you do to me?"
"I am Clotho.  I am the youngest of three sisters of fate," the fox answered in a very emotionless voice.
"Fate?  So it was my fate to get dragged to this weird dimension?"
"No.  It wasn't.  Your fate was to go to your friends' party and have fun.  I decided to have a little fun with you though and toss you into this world."
"Yeah... it was a blast..." Billy replied sarcastically.  "Why though?"
"Sometimes there is no reason why, things just happen because they happen.  Everytime somethign happens to you, you begin thinking there is some bigger picture to it or some lesson to be learned from it."
"Because the dick in the house writes me to and I am forced to..."
"No, this was all an illusion cast by myself.  You need to learn to live life once in a while and stop worrying about the 'why' of every little thing that happens.  That, and you're too nosey for your own good.  You don't need to know the goings-on of everything around you you know."
"I like knowing though.  Look at this course you made me run!  Not knowing almost got me eaten, raped, shot, and eaten."
"You said 'eaten' twice Billy," Clotho informed the platypus.
"That's because it almost happened twice.  Really though, you had to send zombies AND sharks after me?"
"You know me.  I like to test."
"And what the hell was the elephant blocking the road supposed to test?  If I'd be willing to let some guy shove his dick up my ass just to go down a road?" Billy questioned the fox, annoyed by her last statement.
"That test was to see how far you'd be willing to go to complete your goal.  You really had that big a problem having sex with him?"
"Kinda.  He was a dick.  Plus I don't swing that way."
"Next time I'll have to make it so you can't hurt him.  Your only choices would be let him have his way with you or take another path," the goddess said with a giggle.
"Of course you will..."
"Anyway, you completed the course, so I'll send you back."
The fox put her paws on the sides of Billy's head and she closed her eyes.  Very soon the entire world around them faded to black and left just Billy and the goddess in nothingness, but not for long as she would also fade him out of this alternate realm.
Billy could see nothing but eternal darkness in all directions.  This was it, he was killed by the fox goddess and there was nothing he could do about it.  Nothing, that is, except open his eyes.  As they cracked open, peering into the sunshine coming in.  He sprung up in his bed, looking around trying to get a grasp on his location.  It was the bedroom he'd known and loved, but he couldn't figure out why he missed it so much.  The platypus scratched his head, trying to think about whatever had happened that would cause him to feel so homesick.
Maybe it was a dream I had?  But I don't remember anything except going to bed last night... maybe it'll come to me as the day goes on...
Billy had climbed out of bed and decided to kill some time by waching tv, reading some books, and doing some laps in his pool.  Today was the day of a party his friends Jen and Jerry were having, and he couldn't wait for it to start.  Throughout the day though, it kept bugging the platypus that he couldn't remember why he missed his place so much, but eventually shrugged it off as a bad dream he couldn't remember.  Later in the day, closer to the start time of the party, Billy left his house and started walking down the street.  As he walked, he noticed a mysterious figure out of the corner of his eye that disappeared into the foilage behind it.  Normally, Billy would naturally chase after the image, but today he felt like he should just let it go as he continued on, walking past where the being disappeared on his way to the party where he found all of his friends waiting for him with smiles on there faces as the party could officially begin with games, tons of food, and fun all day long till dark which was soon led to a sleep over. As Billy and his friends were getting ready for sleep, Billy had rested his head apon his pillow and drifted off with a grin across his face as he began to dream of what is to come tomorrow. The platypus never regained memory of the events that happened to him in Clotho's alternate reality, nor did he care.  To him, it was a dream he couldn't remember and it was probably a good thing he couldn't.  He would continue to live and love his life despite the lack of memory of the event.