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"If I played Smash, I'd definitely try too hard. I'm just really competitive." Wiz leaned back into the couch.

Ross plopped down next to him exhaling. "I play it too... just here and there. Nothing too major."

"Oh?" Wiz sat up. "Well, I'd kick your ass if we played."

"Oh yeah, what do you play?" Ross smirked. "Some dumb shit like Lucario?"

"Wii fit trainer I'll have you know." The yeen snatched his phone from the coffee table. "Hook up your switch to the TV and I'll show you what I got."

The raccoon hopped up and turned the switch on to life. "Fine!" He slipped the switch into the docking station before his phone slipped right out of his paws and fell to the ground.

"Hurry up already," Wiz rolled his eyes.

"I'm hurrying," Ross bent down with his ringtail leading down to something more eye-catching for Wiz. The yeen's cock sparked at the sight as a devilish grin grew.

"Wanna wager your ass?"

"My what?" Ross turned around cocking an eyebrow.

"Loser gets fucked in the ass. If you're so damn sure you can beat me then this wager only works out for you."

Ross was dumbfounded. The very idea was insane and unhinged. Sure he'd thought of Wiz in more ways than just the friendly gestures, but he never expected the yeen to just lay it out on the table. The first thought was just to say this is too horny, but his second thought, and the one that permeated his mind quickly, said he'd love to see his friend gasping for air as his cock buried inside.

Ross knew Wiz was cocky and the cure for that was... well...

"Bet. Though I do have to say you should know what you're getting yourself into--or I guess onto," Ross smirked. "I got a lot to work with."

Wiz stifled a blush and grew resolute. "You got a lot to work with behind you too. I'll take my time fucking you."

"Just the same. Now pick up the damn controller."

Wiz was struggling to hide his nerves as he looked down at Ross's bulge. He couldn't bring himself to start playing just yet. "Oh, but, we should... uh... stream it for the group. We'll just tell them we're playing it for fun."

Ross contemplated this. "If we're going to tell them something, then we need to make it sound more interesting."

The yeen was more than happy to stall. "Like what?"

"Loser posts an ass pic?"

"No, that's not interesting enough. We need a better cover-up. I don't want them knowing that we.... Well, I just don't want them knowing," the yeen became flushed.

"Okay, okay. Wiz, what if we said something like the loser has to stop from coming. Chad sure seemed to like it enough. It's believable."

The yeen got to his phone. "That's genius. Here just pretend to argue with me in chat."

"Bet." Ross tapped his paw pads against his phone next to Wiz. "You got a capture card by the way?"

"Shit. Do you?"

Ross shook his head.

"Fuck. I can record with my phone, right?"

"No. That won't do. How are you going to play at the same time?" The raccoon frowned. "Besides, I'm getting a bit hard already. Why don't you just lock in your character so I can get to your ass?"

Wiz bit his lip and then jumped back into a cocky smirk. "As if! I'm fucking you up."

The match was soon to start as he locked in. The yeen was thinking back on his combos, his techniques, and everything. He was studying Ross next to him, but his mind was cluttered. His furry fingers shook alongside the edges of the joycons. He wasn't imagining Ross on the bottom anymore at all.

The yeen became very quickly aware of his tight briefs clasping his ass and how the sofa propped up his tail behind him. Stray thoughts, and imagination of what his friend's cock would feel like--how far it could reach inside of him--took over.

"Game!" The tv rang.

"Dude you're fucking throwing this," Ross chuckled.

Wiz took a breath trying to get back into the right headspace. As much as his mind drifted, he still had two games left to recover and he took this game a lot more seriously than he cared to admit. "I was just giving you some false confidence."

"Yeah, sure. Select your damn character."

The next game he wasn't distracted. His combos were on point. His movements were frame perfect. Ross was sticking his tongue out focusing hard but lost-handedly.

"Fuck!" Ross threw up his paws. "I swear you hustled me there."

"I just needed to get warmed up is all," he said taking a glance at the growing bulge beneath Ross's shorts.

"Okay select."

"No wait, we gotta update the chat. Let me type it out."

"Fineeee."

The yeen smirked. "Got it!"

The two were breathing heavily now. One on one and they both were smelling the arousal ripe on their muzzles. It was distracting leading to sloppier gameplay. Wiz sweat hard as he got Ross's first stock without taking much damage himself.

He was winning. He had this. Ross was no match for him. The yeen was smiling and grew more confident as the raccoon's confidence faded fast.

"Shit shit shit," Ross stammered.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The yeen threw up his paws. "I fucking did it. I fucking did it!"

Ross set his controller down and brought up his phone. The raccoon grew tired of typing and instead opted to grumble into his phone a voice message. "Guys, I can't believe it, but I actually lost."

The yeen snapped at the realization of those words. His heart was racing. He glanced toward his friend. He felt his face flush. Without thinking, he grasped Ross's arm.

"What are you--"

"Don't send that."

Ross raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to tell them?"

Wiz blushed heavily. The words trapped down in his throat with the answer blossoming out of it. "What if I lost this?" He blurted.

"But you didn't."

Wiz scotched closer. "But I... I think I want to lose this." His fingers rubbed alongside Ross's hip. "You can tell them you won."

Ross took a heavy breath as the paw was more than welcome on his shorts. "If you wanted something, Wiz, all you had to do was just ask for it."

Wiz's paw circled the bulge shifted in Ross's pants. His muzzle watered looked down at it. He pondered how such a thing would even fit yet knew there was only one way to learn just that. "I want to abstain for you. I want you to own my cock. I'll save myself from coming just for you. Not even a finger down there. I just... I just want you to own me."

Ross nodded knowingly. "I see that." His paw reached and grabbed the outline of Wiz's erection. "You want to only come for me then?"

"Y-yes," he shook feeling his friend's paw trace his cock. "Yes please."

"And fuck you too?"

"All I can think about is you inside of me right now. Please just..."

Ross grabbed Wiz's cock tightly through his shorts. "Psst. I knew you were a subby little bottom. Just don't moan as I tell them our new version of events."

Wiz bit his lip almost enough for it to bleed. Ross's paw was stroking along his crotch teasing the yeen endlessly. Wiz clutched the armrest. A whimper slipped out as the phone was positioned right next to his twitching lips.

"So completely take my word for it," Ross slid a paw right under Wiz's waistband causing the hyena to stir. "We forgot to get evidence..."

Wiz almost whimpered. Almost, but he managed to stop himself. His muzzle practically kissed the phone. He held his breath. Ross had him by the balls. The raccoon tugged and played with them as the hyena tried desperately to sit still.

"But uh...," Ross smirked, "It went to game three and I defeated the legendary Wizrad," He tugged on the yeens balls causing his friend to squirm, "So.. Yeah. Feel free to tease Wizrad for the next six days."

Wiz's muzzle twitched. He put a paw over it as he sputtered out a breath.

"Have a good night," Ross said proudly as he put down the phone.

"Please. Just fuck me already," Wiz begged. "I really want it. Please just--"

"Aww, good boy." He wiggled Wiz's balls within his grip. "These next six days sure ought to be hard for you."

Wiz whimpered grabbing Ross's forearm tightly. "This isn't the first time I've thought about this."

"I know. I know. I saw it on your face game one," Ross winked. "Here, I have an idea."

Wiz felt Ross release his balls leaving his cock twitching and begging for attention. He caught his breath as the raccoon left the room. His mind traced images that didn't help keep his fingers off his cock.

"Here," Ross said.

Wiz looked at the headset in Ross's paws and the bottle of lube in the other. Before he could think much more, the headset was on and his ears were greeted with familiar voices.

Ross smirked. "Bend over the coffee table for me. You may be good at smash, but I'll give you a little handicap here," the raccoon announced before pressing the unmute button.

Wiz's face drained of color. His breath was unsteady as he looked over at the coffee table.

"I can't believe you lost to Ross!"

"Yeah, Wiz what happened?"

Ross began to unbutton his fly.

Wiz slowly got off the couch seeing the shorts fall to the ground. "I just... choked." His voice cracked looking at his friend's cock tenting his underwear.

"That sucks. Six days too? You'll be dead," a voice on the headset said.

"Yeah," Wiz managed as Ross guided him to his knees. The fat outline of the raccoon's cock pressed close to his muzzle and he was quick to inhale the musky scent.

"You still there?"

The yeen tried to withhold a gasp. "Yeah! Yeah sorry, I was looking at something."

"Just select your damn character. Also, where is Ross?"

Ross pulled down his waistband at once. His paws traced his throbbing uncut cock standing at full attention. The raccoon waved it around for the yeen to get a good look. He stepped up, thrusting hips forwards and sprawling his cock and balls right upon Wiz's face.

The group continued to chatter as he felt the warm and ready cock seeping into his skin. He felt the weight of the balls against his lips. The yeen found himself quickly going for a taste. Lick after lick exploring Ross's delicate balls. All he could think about was how much lighter they would be when the raccoon dumped his load inside of him.

Wiz got carried away quickly before one of the balls brushed up against the microphone.

"What the hell?" A friend asked.

"Oh I'm sorry I just, uh, dropped it," Wiz stammered as Ross took a step back.

The raccoon tempted him bringing the thick cock right up to Wiz's lips as he spoke.

Wiz didn't hesitate to take a cursory lick up the bulbous head. He knew this cock was going to make him loud. He knew he'd scream just begging for it. His ass clenched up thinking of this. What Wiz didn't realize, however, was that his slurping and tonguing at the foreskin generous around his lips was ringing right into the microphone.

"Wiz! Are you drinking something?"

"No, uh. Yes." He selected his character and soon the game was counting down. His body stiffened up as he leaned over the coffee table. His lips tasted freshly of Ross's foreskin and he could hardly play well to save his life already.

"I see how Ross beat you. You're pretty ass at this," a friend joked on the headset.

On queue, his ass was exposed to the fresh air. Ross gripped his tail and held it right up as he watched another stock come and go in the game.

Wiz tried to keep up with conversations but found his mind increasingly aching as Ross clasped and rubbed his fingers around his plump ass.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you," Ross said just slightly quietly.

"Oh shit, is that Ross?" A voice said.

"N-n-no," he gasped out as cold lube traced his tail hole. "I think he went out. Like on a walk or something."

Another stock gone. He watched the loss come quickly and cursed under his breath. His mind was anywhere but this game as Ross traced a finger across his delicate hole.

"It sounds like he's inside still. Are you sure?"

"No, he's not--" Ross pressed a finger inside of him. "--Inside! He's out. He's, uh, getting a smoothie," the yeen gasped.

There were a couple of awkward chuckles. He sweat realizing he was being found out as Ross made him squirm and jump right off the map.

"It's okay that you lost to Ross. You don't have to be a sore loser or anything."

Another finger entered inside of him. "Ah fuck!"

"It's just a game, Wiz."

The yeen tried to catch his breath as a third finger threatened to push inside of him.

"You're going to need my whole fist to be loose enough, but I think this will do. You've waited long enough," Ross teased.

"Please, I'm hungry for it," Wiz gasped looking back at Ross's hard cock standing at attention. It was a monster, bigger than anything he'd put back there before. He still felt tight as Ross clasped his hips from behind.

"Do you need to get like food or something?" A voice said.

"Wiz, you're acting really weird. Are you sure you're okay?"

He felt that warm fleshy head heating up his tight hole. Ross held his tail right up as he slowly teased his wide tip at the entrance.

"I'm okay. I just really want to smash," he gasped realizing he was half-panting. A wad of saliva was swallowed down his throat as Ross slowly applied pressure.

"If you want to lose again, be our guest."

Wiz grunted out dropping his controller as he suddenly felt Ross press his cock inside. His hole clenched up tight around the cock as if that would prevent another inch from sliding right inside.

"Ugh yes!" Wiz gasped. "Do it. Just do it."

"Sure, we'll start the next game. Just lock-in."

The yeen did nothing to hide his heavy breathing into the mic as Ross burrowed deep inside of him. His ass clenched tight as it hungrily sucked the cock deeper inside. Wiz clenched his toes panting and closing his eyes.

"What the fuck Wiz? What are you doing?"

He opened his lips to speak, but Ross shoved right back into his ass rubbing and grinding against his fleshy insides causing him just to moan out instead.

"That's it. Be a good boy and moan for them," Ross said loudly this time.

"Holy shit!"

"Dude! That's definitely Ross!"

"Is he fucking you right now?"

Wiz moaned out right into the microphone. The controller had long since gone from his paw. All he focused on was the rhythmic pounding of the warm cock soon to burst inside of him.

He quivered and shook. Ross clutched his hips tightly as the coffee table shook.

"He's definitely getting fucked right now. Oh my god, he's a mess."

"Ah.. Ah.. Ross... please. Ross, please come inside of me. Ross please..."

The raccoon caused the coffee table to shift across the carpet as he slammed right back into Wiz's ass. "Tell them how much you want it. Tell them how much you want me to paint your insides."

"Dude, this is kind of hot. Anyone else jerking to this?" A voice said.

"Rosss--"

"Argh, say it!" The raccoon exclaimed.

"Please fuck me harder. Come inside of me Ross. Take my ass. I need you to fuck me."

"And who's better at Smash?" Ross questioned.

"You! Fucking you. Fuck me!" Wiz shouted right down the mic.

"Goooood," Ross exhaled pushing heavily.

Their breaths spiraled as Wiz closed his eyes tight. He only focused on the sensations of Ross's cock moving all of those girthy inches inside of him.

The yeen gasped. He was a mess. He let out each and every sloppy moan right into the mic. The voices from the headset were lost on him as he felt his own orgasm coming on.

"Ross! I need--"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ross shouted burying his cock deep between Wiz's cheeks. "Fuck I'm--I'm--"

Wiz felt Ross give one last big thrust that sent him right over the coffee table and pressed his ass tightly against the raccoon's crotch. He loudly grumbled and moaned as he fell muzzle-first into the carpet.

Ross held his hips upright dumping inside of him. The raccoon's full load poured right down inside of him as Wiz couldn't help but to break and orgasm just the same.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Wiz shouted.

Ross let out a deep breath as come poured down Wiz's hole in spurts leaving his friend feeling more than full inside. Load after load it poured out and shot across Wiz's insides.

"Guys, I actually won. I swear," Wiz gasped into the microphone with what he had left.

"Psst. From all the moaning it sure sounds like it," a voice on the call said.