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Questionable Content

Episode 19

Volunteers chosen at random compete on a trivia game show. This show is a little different, however, because contestants are rewarded for correct answers with doses of highly effective transformation serum. The transformation? A random spin of the Wheel of Fate will determine what the result will be. The game is over when a contestant either reaches orgasm (did I mention the chemicals cause extreme arousal?) or answers a question wrong.

Round 1: Drakard

"And now... featuring your host, Gen. Erick Fox, it's time for... Questionable Content!"

The announcer's voice faded as the theme music swelled. A spotlight appeared on stage, illuminating a slim male fox in a classy dark blue suit. The fox gripped a microphone loosely in his hand.

"Thank you, thank you," he said, motioning for the audience to sit. "Let's get right into it with our first contestant... Drakard!"

Out in the audience, a seven-foot-tall dragon-wolf hybrid with emerald fur stood up, grinning hugely with the realization he was the lucky winner. He ran down the steps towards the stage as spotlights followed his move and the audience applauded and cheered. Drakard wore a pair of khaki pants and a button-up shirt. The dark red contrasted pleasingly with his fur, but he had the garment stripped off by the time he got up the short staircase and stood next to the fox.

As the host held out the microphone, Drakard shamelessly stripped, knowing he'd end up naked in a few minutes anyways. The lights gleamed off the twin golden horns extending from the top of his head, each ending in a point. Naked, the male was very impressive: narrow belly, strong legs, a hint of a six-pack and a toned chest. He grinned, green eyes flashing, as the audience got a look at a full set of dragolf plums, each orb white like the rest of his belly and chest. The white fur spread over his chest before narrowing to run under his neck and chin, so that the lower half of his muzzle matched.

"So, Drakard," the host said. "Where are you from?"

The dragolf's long green tail swept the floor behind him as he spoke. A pattern of white squares and rectangles ran up the tail about halfway down.

"I'm from up northeast! Bit colder, bit windier," he said, leaning down so his muzzle would reach the microphone. "Temp is a bit more regular."

"Well, that's great! Good to have you as a contestant, Drakard!" the fox said. "As our first contestant gets ready to play, let's give him a big hand!"

The audience applauded politely as Drakard was ushered to the center of the stage by a pair of short, cute otters in matching black steward uniforms, complete with tiny hats.

The stage wasn't huge, but it felt spacious. The only thing on it so far, besides the people, was a small podium made of clear plastic. The fox took a position behind it as Drakard stood in the center of the stage.

"We've recently upgraded our machines here at Questionable Content," the fox said. "Drakard will be our first test subj... err, contestant, to experience them!"

The dark emerald dragolf's eyes widened a bit at that, but it was too late to turn back now: underneath his feet, the apparently solid floor spread open, leaving his toes hanging. Various metallic cables rose out of the floor; the otter stewards quickly and efficiently attached them to Drakard's wrists and ankles. A larger support appeared behind him, rising out of the floor; this was strapped around the dragolf's waist, securely fastening him down. Finally, one of the otters flipped a large red switch on the side of the largest metal tube marked "SAFETY" before he and his partner scampered offstage.

The whole process took less than twenty seconds and was very businesslike. One otter had even draped a small white towel over Drakard's midsection in a lame effort to preserve the male's modesty, though the cotton cloth merely outlined what was already there rather than disguise it.

"All right, Drakard," the fox said, tapping a stack of index cards on the podium to align them. "Are you ready to spin the Wheel of Fate?"

The fox looked upwards, along with everyone else. Drakard squirmed a little in the restraints to get comfortable. Gone was the hospital-like bed from previous shows; the new "table" was not only stronger, but more high tech. The chemicals would be delivered through microneedles at the contact points, ensuring a painless method of delivering even more concentrated doses for quicker effect. Above this contraption, a monitor showed Drakard a "before" shot from he was first strapped in next to a "live" shot of him squirming around. A second monitor above that one displayed an electronic version of the Wheel of Fate - a list of randomly generated transformations to be picked through no choice of his own to add on to the basic enlargement and hermification procedures.

THE WHEEL OF FATE

1. Mega Muscle

2. Double the Fun

3. Clonecest

4. Taur Troubles

5. You Jelly, Bro?

6. Taps Always Open

Drakard's eyes grew wide as he read the list, unsure what to think of some of those options. He didn't have much time to think about it, however, as the fox's paw was already descending towards the large red button on the podium.

Lights flashed as the monitors around the stage rotated through the different options. The rotation went very quickly at first, but gradually slowed, like a slot machine coming to rest. A few people in the audience yelled out for their favorite choice.

At long last, the Wheel came to a stop. The studio lights rose and stayed there as the screen blinked furiously: "MEGA MUSCLE".

"Very good! To start, Drakard, you'll receive your complimentary dose of our patented transformational chemicals," the fox said. "Every time you answer a question correctly, you'll get another, even more concentrated dose. If you spill on stage or get a question wrong, the game is over... but you'll have about 200 pounds or so of consolation prizes to carry home with you, I think."

Drakard stiffened as he felt a rush of warmth travel through his extremities. The microneedles, thousands of them, each delivered a tiny bit of the serum into his lower back, ankles, wrists, and the back of his neck. The warmth tingled as it made his legs shiver. He opened his muzzle, took a deep breath, and nodded.

"Okay, here we go! Question 1: Name the band whose Scottish members would walk 500 miles just to fall down at your door."

Drakard squirmed against the restraints, which held his legs spread and arms out to the sides. It reclined him at a slight angle, taking the weight off of his legs.

"The Proclaimers?" he asked.

"Correct!"

The lights in the studio flashed before lowering to aim on him as the "correct" music played a few brief bars.

"And here's your second shot of our patented transformational chemicals!"

Drakard hissed between his teeth as the warm feeling renewed itself. His chest felt tight and he pulled against the restraints for a moment, whole body shivering as the serum went to work. Beneath the stage, in the control room, twenty to thirty otters scurried around between various computer consoles, monitoring screens, and keyboards, adjusting and tweeking the chemicals being fed to the dragolf as they went.

There wasn't much different between Drakard's "before" and "after" pictures so far, but the male knew if he did well, there would be a huge difference. The thought excited him more than he realized, as the audience tittered when the small white cloth draped over his hips rose into the air to an impressive height, revealing the base of a meaty black stalk.

"Question 2: What was the last state to be granted statehood in the United States?"

The tall dragolf delayed only a moment to try to catch his breath as his whole body tingled.

"Ooh... Ha... Hah... Hawai'i!" he gasped.

"Correct!"

Drakard didn't notice the lights, music, or cameras when the third dose hit him. A wave of pleasure swept across his body, making him buck his hips. His erect shaft flexed back and forth, shaking off the towel to reveal the thick length. It reached past the dragolf's bellybutton; the tip rested next to a small tattoo of a rose on the right side of the dragolf's belly.

As a stream of clear, thick pre-cum bubbled up to the tip of the male's erection, his hands clenched. He moaned again as the surfaces of his nipples grew much more sensitive. His belly went taut - perhaps a bit more defined than before - as his pecs flexed. The growth was gradual, difficult to spot from moment to moment, but he was definitely getting bigger.

"Question 3: What is getting three strikes in a row called in the sport of bowling?"

Drakard's tail wrapped around the base of the column supporting his lower back, squeezing it.

"Oh... ah... T-turkey... mmmm... turkey..."

Not even being in the throws of an erotic transformation could make a hungry dragolf think of something other than food, the fox thought to himself.

"That is correct!"

The lights flashed and the music played. A counter on the screen ticked up to show a large "3". Clear pre-cum rolled down the flexing black shaft as the dragolf moaned again, louder this time. The third dose sped things up quite a bit; every time he flexed his firm chest, it bulged outwards. His nipples were hard and fat, noticeably bigger than before. His calves strained as he pulled his ankles against their restraints; muscles clearly outlined themselves against his pelt as he grew thicker all around.

It wasn't just Drakard's muscles growing, either. The seven-foot-tall male added several inches in height, as helpfully pointed out by an on-screen infographic overlaying pre- and post-Drakard. His large golden horns twitched in the air as he rolled his head back and forth, tongue hanging out as a wave of pleasure rolled over him, setting every nerve tingling delightfully.

His growth continued even as the fox asked the next question; by the time the question was asked, his belly had developed deep ridges of a powerful six-pack.

"Question 4: How many squares are on a typical chess board?"

"S... sixty-four! Eight by eight!" the drakard gasped out.

"Correct!"

As the next dose sprayed into the dragolf's bloodstream, immediately compounding the effect of the previous three doses, the male's thick erection - much larger than eight-by-eight already - slapped up against his hard abs, splattering his lower chest with a smear of musky pre-cum. He flexed his whole body, growing with every motion, until the restraints pressed into his fur. They spread open automatically, giving him more room to grow while still fastening him securely. His tail flexed around so that the tip could rub down his muscular thighs. He almost wrapped the flexible appendage around his cock, but managed to stop. Any touch at this point was liable to set him off...

Drakard groaned even more loudly as another thick burst of pre-cum creamed his chest. His thighs fattened up, adding layers of muscles under his taut pelt. His chest grew even more quickly; at first, he developed simple shelf-like pecs, but soon, those pects lost some of their hardness. They filled out, becoming rounder by the moment. Within a minute, the dragolf's cock tip was planted firmly in the cleavage of a respectable pair of C-cup breasts.

"Question 5," the fox said. Drakard groaned. The questions were coming quicker now... or did it just feel that way? He was having trouble focusing on the fox as his whole body tingled and jerked.

"Name three colors in the rainbow."

Drakard's lips barely moved as he struggled to speak. "Mrhhaaa... B... blue... indigo... red!"

"Correct!"

The dark green dragolf's backside rippled as the next dose injected itself into his swollen figure. His shoulders spread, creaking, and his ribcage expanded to hold the growing pair of feminine knockers.

A sudden surge of new, intense pleasure made him bite his lips, close his eyes, and try with every fiber of his being not to cum right then and there. Between the dragolf's legs, under his swollen and oversized white testicles, grew in a throbbing pussy. Already dripping clear honey, it only added to the dragolf's increasingly intensive pleasure.

Now that the hard parts were over, growth was easy. The technicians under the stage cranked up the muscle growth in the serum for the last half of the dose, immediately causing the former male to greatly increase hir rate of growth.

In the middle of this, while the dragolf moaned and squirmed, shaking the stage floor at over eight feet tall already, the fox readied the next question.

"What is 12 times 5?" he shouted, yelling in order to be heard above the lewd noises coming from the contestant, as well as the shouts and cat-calls from the audience.

Drakard shuddered as he tried to answer. His teeth clenched shut tight as his shoulders expanded further still. His belly filled out with even more powerful abs - soon not just a six-pack, not just an eight-pack, but a 12-pack of ridiculously formed muscle covered his midsection from side to side, chest to crotch. The deep "V" led to the base of his throbbing, growing erection - now well past sixteen inches long with no signs of stopping. It nestled between a pair of D-cup breasts, each capped with a fat black nipple.

The dragolf's brain raced, mostly on lust, but the small part that was hir inner mathematician knew the answer. Somehow, shi growled out the answer between pursed lips.

"Mmmmfffff... six... sixty!"

"Correct!"

The dragolf's eyes squeezed shut as the audience oohed appreciatively. The concentrated doses rapidly changed the squirming, moaning dragolf, who tried to thrust against hir restraints as best shi could. Hir fat stalk waved in the air, glistening and glossy with smeared pre-cum as more ran down hir thighs, puddling around on the floor beneath.

The audience began chanting. One particularly well-endowed wolf-naga was enthusiastic as shi joined in: "Pop! Pop! Pop!"

But the dragolf gritted hir teeth, opened hir eyes, and focused on the fox, successfully pushing away the edge for another moment or two. Hir body grew rapidly, thickening out and widening as shi got even more muscular. Hir huge nuts, each larger than hir head, draped over hir straining thighs. Hir horns had grown as well, so long they began to curl around at the ends like ram horns. Hir large ears flapped and rotated as shi flexed and strained, groaning and shuddering. Hir breasts swelled further, to double-Ds, and then swiftly on up the scale.

The fox grinned. One more ought to do it. And he already had his escape route planned.

"Question 7: Who was the first president of the USA?"

A camera moved around Drakard, showing a 360-degree perspective of the changed dragolf's body. Hir breasts were now visible from behind as they spread outwards, huge and heavy, still teardrop shaped and firm thanks to the mountainous pile of muscle supporting them.

"G-george..."

The audience held its collective breath as the lights dimmed and the cameras focused on Drakard. Hir eyes flashed up to the monitors, to the before and after. Shi was almost two full feet taller and twice as wide. Hir arms were ripped, massively powerful; hir legs just as strong. Even hir tail was thicker around, more easily able to squeeze around the metal pole supporting hir. Lust surged through hir body, making hir gasp, pant, moan, all while the audience waited with bated breath.

"Foreman!"

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect!"

The lights flipped upwards and the house lights came on. The restraints fell away from the dragolf, who lurched upright, both paws going to hir massive black shaft, groping it as hir arms squeezed hir enormous new breasts together.

The fox smiled at the cameras, already edging his way offstage.

"Well, that's it for our first contestant! Let's give Drakard a big hand!"

That's when a big hand closed around the fox's midsection, dragging him back to the center of the stage. Drakard, ignoring the rest of the stage, the audience, everything, pushed the fox onto his back and straddled his hips. The massive shaft thwapped Gen. Erick Fox in the nose, splattering him with thick, pungent pre-cum.

The still-growing dragolf growled, eyes wide, almost crazed with lust and the need to cum. Ignoring the fox's startled squeak, the dragolf ripped off his expensive suit pants and ground hir hips into his crotch. Hir powerful thighs were each almost as big around as the fox was; he nearly disappeared under hir thick new figure and, thanks to the power of hir newly enhanced musculature, he had little change of escaping unspoiled.

"You're gonna help me test drive all this new equipment!" shi growled, grinning at the same time as shi popped a nipple into the astonished, smaller male's muzzle.

Gasping, the fox managed to pull off the thick teat for just a moment.

"We'll be right bammffffghghhhh!"

* * Commercial Break * *

Round 2: Duo (whitetiger2000)

The host of Questionable Content, Gen. Erick Fox (Ret.), stepped up to his podium in a fresh pair of suit pants. An entirely different suit, actually. He adjusted his tie and winced as his thighs pressed against his package. He hoped not to go through the wringer like that for a good long while.

"Welcome back to Questionable Content! Let's bring down our next contestant... Duo!"

Spotlights swept the audience before the operators found their target. High up in the back rows, a white tiger with dark blue stripes leapt to his feet. He caused a bit of a stir as he ran down the steps towards the stage. At five-foot-seven and slim, he was attractive, naturally, but he was also clad in nothing but a scanty blue thong. It hugged a round package in front and showed off his large bubble-rump perfectly. Additionally, a three-foot-long ponytail - dark blue, like his stripes - swung back and forth behind him, reaching down to the back of his thighs. A single white ribbon wrapped around the hair from the back of his neck to the tip, keeping any hairs from straying. A long, agile tail followed along behind, wiggling with excitement.

The effeminate male grinned audaciously as he posed for the audience while standing next to the fox. One arm bent behind his head, the other crooked so his paw rested casually on his hips; a slight bend to the legs to affect a coquettish stance and the lithe feline had attracted the interest of much of the audience.

"Welcome to the show, Duo!" the host said. The fox was only an inch or so shorter than this one, so he felt reasonably safe for now. "Where are you from?"

Duo purred into the microphone. "I'm from the top of the U.S.!" he said.

"Glad to have you here! While you get ready - which shouldn't take long - we'll all take a look at the Wheel of Fate!"

The pair of otter attendants moved onstage. Duo leaned over, wiggling his rump at the crowd as he pulled his thong off teasingly. One of the otters took it and subtly stuffed it into his pocket before leading the feline to the center of the stage. The hidden doors opened and large metallic tubes rose out. One held the tiger around the middle; the rest supported his head and legs or held his ankles and wrists spread away from his body.

"Oh, bondage, huh?" the tiger asked teasingly.

The fox shook his head and coughed. "Uh... excuse me... now," he said, moving past the tiger's come-on. "Let's take a look at what the Wheel has in store for our next contestant!"

NEXT WHEEL

Heavy Metal

Tailpocalypse

Bimbotize Me, Cap'n

Clonecest

Tentacle Tentacle on the Wall, Who's the Tentacliest One of All?

The fox tapped the red button on his podium once the otters had finished and turned off the "SAFETY" switch on the metal column supporting Duo. The monitors flashed and everyone in the audience watched as the possibilities flashed around. The blinking slowed and came to a stop.

"Heavy Metal!" the host announced. "And with that, here's your complimentary dose of our patented transformational chemicals!"

The warmth hit Duo immediately. The lithe tiger squirmed in the restraints as every hair on his body stood on end. He shuddered as the warmth enveloped him and gasped when he felt his arousal. The bulge under the tiny white towel was quite noticeable and the crowd cheered.

"Question 1: Where is the next G8 summit to be held?"

"Fernanagh," the tiger replied, which of course everyone knows is tiger-talk for "Northern Ireland".

"Correct!"

The studio lights flashed and the spotlights drew up on Duo. The tiger grinned between pants as he felt a tightness in his upper chest, like his skin was too small for his body. He shivered as the second dose filtered into his bloodstream, going to work on him immediately.

The tiger shuddered again. His tail swept up and pressed into the side of his left leg, rubbing against it as though he were scratching an itch. In fact, that's exactly what he was doing. His whole body had tingles, but in certain localized spots, the tingling turned into a fierce itching sensation. He grunted, cock rising up high despite the itch. His hands clenched and unclenched, pressing his claws to his palms.

The cameras focused on his hips as his tail rubbed back and forth; beneath, tiny glints of something metallic shone through beneath the thick pelt.

"Question 2: What is it called in golf when you throw one-under par on a hole?"

Duo grunted before answering. "My second-favorite food... birdies!"

"Correct!"

Again, the lights flashed and the music played. People in the audience who weren't too busy with their complimentary otterbois applauded. The third dose hissed its way through the thousands and thousands of microneedles in the tiger's restraints, increasing the rapidity of his transformation. The glint on his side grew as white fur fell away to reveal rigid, chrome plates, contoured and moulded to perfectly mimic the shape of the tiger's leg. The plates wrapped around the top of the tiger's thigh, down to a newly jointed knee, and partway down his calf, leaving the rest furry and made of flesh and blood. The patchwork robotics kept growing in as the rest of his body remained relatively unchanged - the serum was working on the circuitry first, it seemed, before it grew him into it.

Duo grunted as he "felt" his tail brush over the metal. Despite being made of some difficult-to-pronounce compound, the touch felt just like fur and skin would have. Millions and millions of microsensors covered the metal, providing continuous feedback to replicate what would have otherwise been a lost sense.

"Question 3," the fox said, ignoring the contestant's loud gasps and purrs. "Ziggy Stardust was a member of which band?"

"The... the... the Spiders from Mars!"

The "mars!" part of Duo's outburst was accompanied by a well-sized shot of pre-cum, ejected with enough force to knock the white towel completely off, revealing a moderate-sized, pale blue-green erection. The smooth stalk - complete with triple barbell piercings along the shaft - drizzled steadily, fed by a pair of golf-ball sized plums below.

"Correct!"

The next dose set Duo's teeth on edge. He clenched his teeth as his tail twitched. Fur drifted away from a section - the top half of the middle of the length - revealing artfully joined metallic bits that mimicked the movement of a real tale. The extra chrome glinted in the lights as more patches of metal plating revealed itself - part of his right pectoral, the middle of his belly, the lower part of his back, one ear, and the like. He remained more tiger than machine, but found the integrated robotics fully functional, besides the restraints still holding him in place.

With the circuitry mostly finalized, the transformation took on a different tone. Duo's chest beat rapidly as he blinked rapidly. The pupils of one eye dilated down to a pinpoint before expanding. A light blue overlay of text ran around the edges of his vision, but only his right eye. He found that with a thought, he could use it to zoom in, pull back, or even use something that flashed "Sunglasses Mode" when he switched it on. Neat.

The change in his vision distracted Duo from the more general changes taking place. His ribcage expanded somewhat as his pectorals grew fleshier; the metal plating expanded along with his skin, matching in place perfectly as the light swells developed.

The tiger's erection throbbed against his belly, oozing warm pre-cum over the exposed metal on his bellybutton. Duo gasped and twitched, struggling to control his breathing as pleasure surged up his partially-robotic spine; his new circuitry amplified the positive feelings, increasing his pleasure. A new gauge popped up in his vision, which only came into view when he wanted, conveniently. The gauge was called "Climax" and it currently sat at a businesslike "60%". The tiger grinned.

"Bring on the next one! I can take it!"

The host smiled. "Very well... question 4: What color is a regulation basketball?"

The tiger paused, mid-moan, to answer. "Orange!"

"Correct!"

The tiger's chest swelled almost immediately after the next dose hit him. He looked down at the perfect, small teardrops adorning his chest, adding to his already feminine shape. His hips widened as his erection throbbed, thicker and longer than it was before. His enhanced eyesight gave him precise stats: rate of flow, girth, length, and the like.

He let out a sudden growl, however, as a burst of pleasure made him shiver. His eye-screen popped up a small dialog box: "New hardware detected. Installing drivers..."

Duo panted, not really thinking too much about it, as pleasure from a hundred other sources was occupying his attention. Until the bar hit 100% and flashed "Install Complete. Your new hardware is now ready for use." That's when a piercing bolt of pleasure thundered up from between the former male's legs like someone had flipped the "On" switch. Which someone had. The tiger's eyes squeezed shut as shi squirmed, grinding hir thighs together in an attempt to quell the fire in hir partly-positronic cooch.

The feline's hips flared out from a narrow waist. Hir petite chest held a pair of cantaloupe-sized breasts, more than enough to fill a palm or two. Hir body was even more feminine than before, with long, shapely legs and a more slender neck. Despite the thickness of hir male arousal, shi looked for all the world like a busty female tiger.

"Question 6: What is the square root of 16?"

"Just... a... minute," Duo gasped. "Opening... calculator... app..."

The tiger's muzzle fell open as little bolts of electricity ran down hir fur, expelling built-up static charges. The metal plates taking the place of hir pelt darkened in certain places, matching precisely the patterns of the dark blue stripes criss-crossing them. The blue and silver chrome glinted anew as the tiger's eyes opened wide.

"Uh... there it is... okay... 16... square root... four!"

"Correct! And that's the last math question you're gonna get!"

Duo didn't hear the fox's admonition or the applause from the crowd. The lighting flashed on and off, making hir squirming, lithe body glint. Shi moaned aloud, gasping as hir breasts gradually increased in size, though remaining fairly petite considering. Most of the growth made itself known in hir rump, which rounded out nicely. The cameras zoomed in for a few shots of the thick bottom as Duo's tail flicked back and forth. Shi bared hir teeth, shuddering as hir cock throbbed.

The gauge in the corner of hir vision flickered red. Shi glanced towards it, automatically summoning it to a more prominent, readable view. Hir eyes went wide. "Climax" was nearly 96 percent! How had shi gotten there so quickly without realizing it?

The monitors, Duo realized, were displaying the same "96 percent" number. The host grinned and explained:

"Well, there are a few bugs in the software. Don't worry, we're working night and day to fix them. You'll just have to enable your 3G contract to receive them. Careful of that data cap!"

Duo shuddered, grit hir teeth, and strained for all shi was worth, desperately trying to stop the flow of pleasure making hir flexing cock slap up against hir tight, smooth belly.

"Question 7," the fox said. Duo growled. Why was he talking so slowly? The gauge ticked up to 98 percent. Hir cock jerked, thrashing, lurching back and forth as cum spurt out of the tip, thick gooey. Hir body kept growing, thickening up in all the right places, exaggerating hir feminine figure while amplifying the size of hir glowing blue-green shaft. The piercings present multiplied as hir robotic body manufactured additional barbells, forming a ladder of twenty-some evenly-spaced bars. The gauge ticked up again. Ninety-nine percent. Could shi hold?

"What is the name of the..."

"Oooooohhhhh!"

A lewd moan ripped its way out of Duo's muzzle, drowning out the rest of the question. The tiger's hips jerked as hir cock slapped back up against hir smooth belly and erupted in a stream of thick white cream. The undersides of hir DD-cup breasts were quickly soaked as shi moaned and growled, tail twitching, chrome shifting and glinting in the light. Thick gouts of cum shot out of the tip in waves, splattering the rest of hir white belly and the floor with seed.

"Oh, well... looks like our contestant has made quite a mess!" the fox said. "Let's give hir a big hand for getting this far!"

Duo flopped back against the restraints, seemingly exhausted, finished, too tired to continue. The otters came out to undo hir restraints and shi lifted hir paws to hir breasts, examining each large orb in turn.

The host, meanwhile, turned to the camera to bridge the next segment.

"Don't change that channel! We'll be back with more of 'Questionable Content' after this commercial break. And don't forget, the home version of QC is on sale now! Fun for the whole family! Order now and get your very own blow-up version of me, Gen. Erick Fox, to display in your houuhsssssjffmmmffff!"

The fox's long-winded advertisement for QC: The Home Game was abruptly ended by a lanky, white-furred arm covered in blue stripes. It pulled the tiger back against a very erect shaft so large the glow was visible from around the sides of the squirming host.

"Hey, guess what this thing has?" the tiger announced. "Instant boot option! I can reset all night long!"

The fox's ears went back at that pronouncement, and he cringed when he felt the familiar tearing of his pants from his hips.

"Those were my lucky pair... anyways, we'll be right baaacccckkkMmmffffppphhh!"

* * Commercial Break * *