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The Gam3: Chapter 2

"That was cruel and uncalled for."

The first player snorted derisively and moved a pawn, making room for his queen to move forward a single space. "He was eager for the experiences of the world. He rushed through everything, all too eager for the power that came with it. Don't tell me you didn't see just how he craved that."

"Regardless," answered the second, moving her bishop to intercept the only place his queen could go. "You shattered him. You shattered them both."

"If you're so concerned, why don't you do something about it?" he retorted, deftly placing a knight to threaten the newly moved bishop.

"Perhaps I will. And I assure you, it will not be to your liking."

******

The rain had let up by morning but clouds continued to loom overhead, threatening the entire city with another downpour should they grow too complacent. As always, the screams of motorists to one another on the crowded street filtered into Tom's room. On the other side of his bedroom door, his mother proclaimed that she was heading out to work. Colin poked his head in and bid him goodbye.

"Have a good day at school, bud," Tom said from where he lay on his bed, the sheets draped over his shoulders and his back turned to his little brother.

"Will you be going to school today?" Colin asked.

"No classes for me on Mondays, bud"

"Oh yeah. Lucky... See you later, Tom."

"Yeah, later Col."

Tom heard his door shut. His eyes were still focused on his phone which now had a record breaking two hundred and seventy-six -

It buzzed again.

Make that two hundred and seventy-seven messages on it. All from Pete. Sleep had come in bits and pieces overnight due to all the messages. Even after he had placed his phone on silent the blinking lights that demanded his attention were like a little lighthouse, constantly warning him about the dangers that lay within.

Though he wasn't really sure what he was afraid of. As Jake had said in The Gam3, the world had progressed quite a bit. There was no taboo about being gay anymore. It was just part of life. So it was definitely not that Pete had gotten a blowjob from another guy.

Perhaps it was the fact that Pete had performed such a wanton act of depravity inside a video game? No, that wasn't it. He had been made well aware in the purchase of The Gam3 and inside The Gam3 itself that such acts were rather common.

So what was it?

What kept him bound to his bed, staring intently at his blinking phone with no desire to listen to his best friend's explanation? Why was he so afraid of picking up that headset and going back into the virtual world where his friend had invited him to a threesome?

...

"Oh..." he murmured softly, the realisation hitting him like an eighteen wheeler going at top speed. Tom clutched his chest. It felt unusually tight. Then, his hand went down to his stomach which had become twisted felt like he had swallowed a stone.

For the two hundred and seventy-eighth time, his phone sprang to life but this time, it was a prolonged buzzing. A call.

Tom considered his options... and took the less cowardly one. He picked up the phone, hit the 'answer' button and pulled it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Tom, hey! It's Ed."

Not exactly who he was expecting but he was grateful for someone to talk to. "Hey Ed... Sup?"

"The rain has finally let up. Wanna meet at the usual place? Head out somewhere?"

He really should call Pete first but Tom thought another ear to voice his troubles would be prudent. A knee-jerk, impulsive action is what had gotten him into this mess in the first place. He needed to sort things out first and take things slowly.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Be there in half an hour."

"Great! Catch ya later!"

Ed hung up before Tom could say anything else. No matter. He could talk all about it with Ed, the budding biochemist amongst their small group.

Filled with more energy than he had been a few moments ago, Tom jumped off his bed and quickly began searching for some clothing. He changed quickly before heading out the door. The air was still frigid and dark storm clouds loomed over the city ready to pelt them all at a moment's notice. Still, for the moment, the rain had stopped and that allowed Tom time to wait patiently for the bus as he made his way to the spot where he always met with his friends.

It was only a fifteen minute bus ride but when he emerged at Centenary Park, he felt a rush of nostalgia hit him. Every day since they were in preschool, he and his friends had met at this very park to play. Their parents had watched over them back then but as time wore on, the boys just wandered their way to the statue standing at the very centre of the park; a strong, metal angel with her wings spread wide and a staff in one hand while an orb in the other. Her flowing dress swept backwards, forever billowing in the carved metal.

The Last Angel, said to have been built as a reminder to the people that no matter what happens there is always light and hope. Tom stepped up to the statue and regarded the words written on the plaque.

"Though the light may fade, though the shadows may lengthen and though all hope may be lost, someone, somewhere, somehow will always be the final bastion against all fear, malice and misfortune. Our hero. Our saviour. Our last chance. They will be our Last Angel."

He always loved those words. The writer was coined off as 'anonymous' but it still resonated strongly in Tom. Those words inspired him that there were still heroes in the world. Someone would always save them.

"Tom! Tom! Over here!"

He glanced past the statue and balked when he saw Ed waving.

Edward Shin was a skinny young man of Asian descent but with deep, tanned skin. His jet-black hair was styled back to keep them away from his thick glasses. Strong winds whipped his designer scarf out behind him and he wore an expensive, cashmere double coat to cover his frame. Coming from a well-to-do family, Ed had luxury at his fingertips. Strangely though, he did not grow up to be an arrogant, stuck-up man. However, he did have a keen intuition into other people's thoughts and behaviours.

"Hey Ed," Tom replied, approaching his friend while fighting to maintain his smile. "What did you want to do today?"

Ed grinned and placed his hands on his hips. "Well, I was thinking about going over to Pete's place so he can explain why he was getting a blowjob from another guy and for you to apologise for completely overacting. But..." Ed grinned, showing his perfectly straight teeth from years of wearing braces. "... by now, I figured you've discovered exactly why you screwed up and Pete's already tried three hundred times to explain. I figure that you both just need some time to cool off and then we can meet up and talk."

That was Ed; effectively their mother. Reading people's minds was his 'superpower' and when it came to his two best friends, he knew them better than he knew himself. Many disputes had been resolved by Ed and when disputes involved him, he always won.

"Thanks Ed," chuckled Tom. "So what did you have in mind?"

Ed lifted a finger. "Pete should be done with his session of The Gam3 by now. It's our turn."

That sent warning signals through Tom's brain. "We're going into The Gam3?"

That knowing smirk on Ed's face was something Tom was all too familiar with. "Yeah. We're going to get over your anxiety of being out there in a very public world where people can and will find you attractive. Then, after you've grown comfortable, Pete is going to join us, you two are going to talk, realise your mutual attraction for one another and then have hot steamy sex right in front of me while I get paying customers to watch."

"What!?"

Ed just laughed and turned his back to Tom. Waving over his shoulder, Ed said, "See you in half an hour. Call me when you're about to log on."

"I'm not attracted to Pete!" Tom shouted after him but there was really no use arguing with Ed on that point so he tried a different tactic. "What the hell was the point of coming here if you just wanted me to log on!?"

Ed spun back around, hands clasped behind his back and a big grin on his face. "Nostalgia, babe! And you know you can't say 'no' to your mother in person!"

It was a running gag between the three friends that Ed was their 'mother' if only because Ed was usually always right and when he acted, he did so with the interest of the group in mind. Plus he did a marvellous impression of a nagging mother.

Returning home felt longer than usual as Tom was left wondering about Ed's accusation. He knew why he had bolted from Pete's presence when his friend had invited him into what was effectively a threesome and it was not because he homophobic. Pete was... special but Tom could never consider him boyfriend material. There was just... a certain something that Tom couldn't bring himself to voice because it was just shallow and idiotic, more so the longer he thought about it.

But being back at the Last Angel, being there with Ed and without Pete... it made him realise just how stupid he had been.

When he reached home, he mulled over calling Ed and telling him he was about to jump online. However, his mind was still clouded with thoughts of Pete and what had happened less than a day ago. Time away from his friends and some time to himself was what he needed. Thunder suddenly boomed somewhere in the distance, making him decide against venturing outside.

That didn't matter. Time in the beautiful city of Terminal sounded good.

Tom placed the helmet back on his head and logged onto The Gam3.

There was a faint tingle down his spine. He waited through the opening logo, signed in through the void and when he was next aware of himself, he was standing in Pete's house, where he had last logged off. Looking down at himself, he was still in his draconic form. Balling his clawed hands into fists pumped strength through his muscles. Flexing his wings and tail felt strangely liberating.

He then became aware of his nudity when he looked past his forearms at his reptilian slit holding his cock and the scaly balls beneath. He felt a blush on his cheeks but wasn't quite sure if it would show through his scales. He quickly opened his menu with the intention of going back to his house to pick up the scraps of his clothing.

Tom paused when he noticed that Jake was online.

He pursed his lips, mulling over his predicament.

"Another perspective couldn't hurt," he told himself. He messaged Jake and was surprised when a small image of the Administrator appeared beside his menu. The black wolf with golden blonde hair lifted an eyebrow.

"Hello?" asked the Admin. "T-Man?"

"Yeah, it's me," answered Tom. "And just call me Tom."

"Right. I see you're all scaly now. How have you been liking your new form?"

"It's great. Definitely different." Tom reached behind his neck and rubbed the thick mane there. "Hey... listen... I've got a bit of a problem. Are you okay to chat?"

"Sure. I'm just finishing up here. Why don't you meet me at Terminal? In front of the Arena?"

"Um... How about that statue where you taught me all of the things about The Gam3? Easier to find."

Jake smirked. "I guess you haven't learned how to use Port Stones and Markers yet, have you?"

"Nope," Tom responded brightly. "See you in thirty minutes?"

"Sure."

Jake's image vanished and Tom quickly teleported himself back to his home. Thankfully, his leather armour was still relatively intact. He just had to make some adjustments to make them more... wearable to a dragon. One such adjustment was tearing holes for his wings to go through for the cuirass. Using his halberd to that effect was all he could do. A hole for his tail into his leggings was equally difficult but he managed though he was forced to cut the leggings to look more like shorts than anything else. His boots and gauntlets were utterly useless though; unable to fit his clawed hands and feet.

Glad to at least be partially dressed, he left his home through the menu and made his way back to Terminal. The fountain was easy enough to find and Jake was already waiting there. It looked like he was having a conversation with someone else though and as Tom approached, Jake quickly closed his menu and gave Tom a smile.

"You're looking well," the wolf observed. "Your armour might need a bit of touching up, though."

"Yeah. Forgot to take it off when I changed. Tore through most of it."

"You can't expect the armour to magically refit itself to every change of shape you decide," Jake responded, seating himself on the rim of the fountain. "So what's this problem of yours? Other players giving you a hard time? Core FC not working up to scratch? Alchemy system too difficult?"

Tom shook his head. "No. Nothing like that."

Jake's expression suddenly darkened. "It's not the Shapeshifters, is it?"

That brought a frown from the dragon. "The who?"

The Admin leaned back with his arms crossed. "The internet gives people ample opportunity to be someone that they wouldn't dare be in reality. The same goes for The Gam3. As with any world, The Gam3 has its law abiding citizens, it's Average Joes and then the opportunists. Black markets have risen. The Shapeshifters belong to one such group. Suffice to say that if you spot someone with two FCs that isn't an Admin, do not openly engage them. Do not get anything from them. Just report it immediately.

"Is there any way I can help?"

The wolf gave him a faint smile. "That's kind of you to offer but no. Most black market-related individuals are capable of breaking the rules of The Gam3 by modifying their Form Grids and tricking the system to give themselves more than one FG. They can be as powerful as Admins and if you or anyone else tries to be a hero, they could end up seriously hurt. At this time, stay away from PVP areas unless you're in a group. We've installed a 'Whistle' button into your menu for this exact purpose. Use it when you're in trouble and an Admin or a Mod will come running."

Tom nodded, taking in all the information. He wasn't sure why he was so surprised that an MMO would have black markets and shady dealers. Perhaps it was just how realistic the world was and his first impression had been of a kind community that was always willing to help one another. Then again, he realised just how naïve that was after his run in with Pete.

"Anyway," Jake said, waving a paw through the air. "That's a problem on the Admin's side. You had a problem? What's up?"

Suddenly feeling like his problem was pathetic compared to dealing with an underground syndicate of hunters and entrepreneurs, Tom said, "It's stupid..."

"No, go on. I'm all ears." Jake leaned forward, swivelling his ears.

"It's just..." Tom blushed deeply, glad for his red scales. "One of my friends who plays this game is really sick..."

"Oh," said the Admin. "Concern over health of playing The Gam3, huh? Well, I'm sure you've noticed that the time here is extended compared to the real world and that's because -"

Tom cut him off. "No, it's not that. It's that... in here, he's this big, buff stag. Really sexy. Alpha male. When I changed, I kind of barged in on him getting a blowjob..."

Jake narrowed one eye. "I'm starting to think this might not be my area of expertise..."

"Sorry... It's just that seeing him like that sort of... unnerved me. Pete has been sick for a really long time. He's got... He's got..." Tom glanced left and right and then leaned down, speaking in a low whisper. "He's got HIV..."

The Admin frowned slightly. "I see. Well, modern medicine allows him to live a long, normal, healthy life and it's not like the disease is transmissible through The Gam3."

"I know, I know," Tom moaned. "But it's just that... he kind of came onto me and I sort of freaked and I thought that he was... Gah!" He clutched the sides of his head and growled. "I'm sorry. You're right. This is a personal problem and not your issue. I'm sorry for unloading on you."

A soft laugh came from the admin as he rose from the fountain. "I understand your concern, Tom. It's hard to let go of our preconceptions. Though we see the avatar of a person in this world, we cannot help but imagine who they are in reality. When we see a total dickhead, we can't help but wonder if it's a fat, unloved, pimply slob behind that thug that's acting out their rage to this world because they can't in reality.

"But you can see where that makes us judgemental pricks, don't you?"

Tom ducked his head, his ears folding back. "I suppose..."

Jake lifted a paw and rested it securely on Tom's shoulder. "Here's the thing, this is a game and in this game, as I've said before, you stop playing when you want to; the choice is yours. If you want to take this game back to the real world and start treating people based on how they've acted in a fantasy world, then go ahead." The wolf's eyes shone, glittered almost like sapphires. "One of the greatest powers anyone can possess is the power to define their reality. The question remains whether or not you choose to make The Gam3 your reality or not."

Jake then held up his paws and pointed accusingly at Tom. "Now that's not a licence to go nuts and be an asshole, okay? Fair warning."

Laughing softly, Tom shook his head and said, "Hey, I've got an all-powerful Admin at my beck-and-call. Why would I get in trouble?"

"Damn right." The Admin nudged him lightly with a fist. "So, you going to be okay?"

Mulling over Jake's words, Tom came to realise his mistake and nodded securely. "Yeah. I'll be just fine. Thanks for the help."

"Any time. Take care, Tom."

Jake turned and left through another glistening door that he summoned from thin air.

Before Tom could fully digest his departure, a thick, furry arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him close. Tom caught a whiff of expensive cologne and sneezed at the peppery-sweet scent.

"Whoa, were you just talking to the Reaper3?" Ed asked, gazing off as the door vanished. "As in one of the Admins?"

"Yeah?" grunted Tom, pushing his friend away. "What of it?"

"Wow, you've got connections," the tiger laughed, giving him a broad grin. "You know he's one of the most powerful Admins out there, right? Not to mention that anyone who tries to beat him illegally usually ends up grovelling for forgiveness."

He gave Ed a curious look. "What do you mean...?"

The flashy tiger crossed his arms thoughtfully. "Well according to the gossip, there was this one idiot who hacked his FG to give himself great stats but when he tried to go up against Jake, he realised he was still severely lacking. So, before the Admin's Challenge, he beat up some guys in the PVP area and stole their gear which is a massive no-no. He had the gear unbound and took it for himself to give himself super stats. Finally when he went up against Jake, the Admin just threw his hands up and pretended to cower in fear. It was funny. The guy had such an inflated ego, that he bought it. Jake ended up giving him the Stripping Sword for his 'victory'."

Tom maintained his curious look. "The what?"

Ed gestured that Tom follow. "The Stripping Sword. It's a super powerful katana that will reduce your foe to exactly one HP in PVP areas and outright kill environmental creatures in PVE but as a cost, every attack will cause you to lose one piece of equipment permanently."

Even Tom - who was still fairly new to MMORPGs - knew that was a very costly attack. Especially for a weapon that didn't even outright defeat a foe in PVP. Considering how easily a person could get mobbed in the PVE areas as well, the Stripping Sword didn't seem that good of a prize. Then again, he somehow doubted it was designed to be that way.

"Has anyone ever won against Jake?"

They stopped in front of the arena and Ed hiked his chin at the statues that lined the street towards the arena entrance. "The players on the right are those that have successfully won the Admin Challenge in our server. Those on the left are those who cheated."

Tom glanced from left to right before frowning. "There isn't anyone on the right."

"Correct. Remember, the Challenge is to survive a minute against an Admin, not necessarily Jake. No one has won. Yet. Well, not fairly." Ed pointed at a nearby statue on the left side showing what appeared to be a two-headed reptile swatting away a large, glowing fly. "See that guy? He tried to swarm Jake with dozens of Pets to keep him busy; Pets he stole from other people. Upon defeat, Jake gave him a unique Pet called Ivan."

"That glowing orb with wings? What's so bad about that?"

Ed gave Tom a lopsided grin. "Have you ever played The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time?"

"Of course! Who hasn't?"

"Remember Navi?"

Tom shuddered. "You mean that pest that made me what to throw my controller at the screen? Yeah."

"Take Navi's name and reverse it."

Tom's eyes widened. "Oh... I'm guessing there's no legitimate way to actually beat Jake or any of the Admins, huh?"

A shrug from the tiger was his reply. "There are rumours that you'll get powerful equipment and FCs if you make it to the endgame areas like the Thanatos Divide, Where Atlas Rests or God's Studio but no one has ever tried. It's still a new game and there's just so much to do in the areas already provided."

"Granted this place is pretty darn awesome but I would've thought there'd be a lot more people trying to finish The Gam3 than not..."

"Some have tried," Ed conceded. "But no one has ever made it past Io's Descent. It gets pretty hard out there. Plus, there are always events and quests so there are always ways to get stronger."

"The programmers make new quests all the time?"

Ed gave him a puzzled look. "You haven't visited the Quest Square, have you?" Tom just shook his head in reply. "Okay, let's make that our next stop. Follow me."

Tom wordlessly followed his friend away from the arena until he realised he had never given Ed a call to tell him he was in The Gam3. "Hey Ed... how'd you know I was in here?"

The tiger just rolled his brown eyes. "Dude, why do you have to doubt your mother like that?"

"Right, of course. I should know better."

"Damn straight."

The 'Quest Square' was, in fact, a massive square lot to the east of the city. Large, wall-sized wooden boards populated the entire expanse of the space. Dozens of other players were crowding around the wooden panels and taking sheets of paper off them. A few were walking up to the boards to put their own sheets up.

"The Gam3 doesn't have a set quest line except for the main one which is to make it to God's Studio," Ed explained, waving a paw at the crowd. "What you see here is how quests are generated and the world is expanded." The tiger stepped in front of Tom, gripping his clawed hand and pulling him to a nearby board. "For those people who don't really feel like playing The Gam3, they're given the creative licence to build their own dungeons, make their own quest lines and even create their own monsters. This community keeps The Gam3 growing. The only real quests that the original programmers do are the quests for the Events. Those quests are posted on that big, white obelisk at the centre."

Tom looked around and saw that the Square was jam-packed with players and quests alike. It was almost impossible to think that so many people would contribute to creating such vast content. Then again, it effectively allowed the company to expand on the world without actually doing any work.

Shrewd.

"Is there any guarantee the quest lines are even that good?" he asked.

"There are limits," answered Ed with a shrug. "You choose from basic formats like fetch quests, action quests, slaying quests and all that stuff. Arranging them into different orders and changing the monsters around or locations is what most people do. Complex quests exist, of course, but that generally takes months of work or a collaboration."

"It sounds like you tried it once?"

Ed grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. There are advantages to making your own quest lines, you know. The more people who try out your quests, the more gold you get out of it. Plus when heroes fail your quests by meeting the failure conditions in your dungeon or against your monster, they lose a specific amount of gold. That gold gets sent to your account. If it's a fetch quest, you get whatever the players are fetching for you. If it's a hunting quest, a fraction of the experience. You can then use that gold to make more quests, more dungeons and more valuable quest rewards to entice players."

Tom crossed his arms and gave his friend a sly look. "So basically being a sadistic landowner who kills his tenants and takes their money?"

The tiger rolled his eyes and elbowed Tom before regarding one of the nearby available quests. "Look, it's either you get money by forging stuff and selling it, doing quests that could potentially have you lose gold or you make quests that nets you a steady income."

"Steady income?" Tom asked, eying the vast number of quests. "Are there so many players of this game that it's guaranteed you'll get money from making your own quests?"

"If you're good, yeah. Plus, you get gold for putting a dungeon up. It's only a little but the more quests you make, the higher your income."

"What's stopping people from making crappy quests?"

Ed poked Tom's nose with a clawed finger, the sensation being a little odd. It felt like someone had pricked his nose with a very small needle leaving him with the same sensation as having just done a spit take through his nose with some soda. He decided he didn't like it.

"Weren't you listening?" the tiger said. "There are minimum requirements to each quest you make. Type of quest, reward, an investment in gold, monsters, rules and if you have a dungeon, a room minimum. If you make a bullshit quest, it'll take you months to make back that money on the rent alone. If you really want to make your investment worthwhile, you make the quest great."

Tom rubbed his chin and jingled the small leather pouch by his side which contained all his gold. It felt painfully light. "Maybe I should make a quest... or two..."

Swiping a notice from the board, Ed turned to Tom and said, "You'll need to expand your house and get yourself a Questmaster, a Beast Tamer, a Trapsman and an Architect if you're going for dungeons. They're relatively cheap but in order to get the gold to hire them, you'll need to do quests."

"Can't I just farm creatures out in the wild?"

Ed gave him a tired smile. "Babe, since when do random monsters carry bits of gold?"

Recalling his previous experiences with the boars and the dragons, Tom conceded. "Point taken. What do you have there?"

The flyer contained some vague information on a quest with a rather substantial reward in gold, experience and a rare FC to boot. There was an explicit content warning on the quest as well but Tom didn't want to seem squeamish especially since he noted Ed's tail was wagging excitedly. With no arguments from the dragon, the two of them took the flyer and typed in the address of the quest giver on their menus.

A few moments and a swirl of light later, they were brought into the atrium of an enormous castle. They stood on a glistening, gold platform with an insignia engraved into the gold plate in the shape of a '4' with a backwards 'L' pressing up against its spine. A short distance away, five different men and women sat behind tables. There was a slew of other players milling about talking to each of the people behind the tables. After talking to each of them, the players would then vanish in a flash of light.

Ed let out a low whistle. "Liberty4U is one of the most prolific quest makers on our server. Quests have five levels of difficulty." He pointed to one of each of the five tables. "Easy, Medium, Hard, Epic and Legendary. The fact that she has five Questmasters for each of the levels shows just how many quests she makes."

"Dang..." Tom whispered, stepping off the platform as another swirl of light heralded another set of players. "This castle isn't too bad either..."

"Eh. Castles are cheap. At least you don't have to build it with your own bare hands."

Ed fell in line with the other players in the Easy Difficulty line with Tom right behind him. Before they reached the front, they quickly made a party so that experience was divided evenly between them. It took just five minutes to get to the front where Ed placed the sheet of paper in front of the Questmaster.

"Collection Quest," the man said mechanically. "Title: 'Witch of the Centaur Fields'."

Leaning over to Tom, Ed said, "Some NPCs are more animated than this but generally, generic ones like these guys tend to be very mechanical."

"Yeah," Tome agreed, remembering just how lively Helios was.

The Questmaster waved his hands and two scrolls appeared in his hands. He unrolled them and handed them both a quill. "This is your standard quest acceptance form," the man said, pointing at the left scroll. "Please note the explicit rating of this quest." Then he pointed at the right hand form. "This is your Quest Failure Insurance Form. For a fee of ten gold, you can retry this quest as many times as you want without any loss of gold on your part."

Again, Ed leaned towards Tom. "Advanced feature of custom quests. If you're rich enough, you can get QFIs for your quests with one of the major insurance companies. They deposit money into your account for every failure during one of your quests but players don't suffer for it."

"This place has insurance companies?" Tom replied with a wince.

"Hey, it's realistic that way." Ed signed his name on both forms and dropped twenty gold pieces for the insurance form.

"I could've covered my fee..." Tom said.

"Yeah but then you'd be bankrupt."

"Not after this quest."

Ed got that same knowing smile on his face that Tom had just seen in the real world. It was strange how well it translated into his tiger from. "Tom, you look like a medieval draconic stripper. You've even got your own stripper pole." He poked at Tom's halberd. "Come on, after this quest, you'd need to get new equipment and I know you're eager to start your own quest line. You won't have any money left for any quest insurance."

"Not everyone needs insurance."

"You would if you want to stay ahead of the crowd," Ed answered, opening his menu. "Just click on the 'Go to Quest' button. I'll see you at the location."

Tom huffed loudly, feeling the hot breath filtering out of his nostrils. He followed his friend's lead and pressed that translucent button. The odd sensation of being swept off his feet and floating for a few moments passed as quickly as it came. The next moment, he was standing out in the middle of vast, grassy planes that led into a lush savannah. A small hut sat in a clearing nearby populated by clothes lines and seemingly normal amenities.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"The Rolling Ranges," Ed said, stepping up to him and pulling out his staff. It was a silver weapon with gold rules drawn all along its side. An emerald the size of Tom's fist sat at the top shaped like a snarling tiger's head. "Generally, this place is populated by hoofed creatures so if you're hoping to change shape to become equine or bovine, here's your best place to search for FCs."

Flexing his wings, Tom said, "I think I'm good. Let's get this quest started."

They strode up to the hut. Ed knocked on the doorway softly.

A moment later, the door opened and out stepped a stunning woman in a silky, white dress and a crown made of olive leaves wrapped around her forehead. Her long, raven hair reached all the way down her slim back and her hauntingly beautiful purple eyes glistened like jewels.

Tom noticed Ed was momentarily dumbstruck by her beauty and rolled his eyes. "Hi, we're here for the quest?" he asked.

The woman smiled and leaned casually against the doorframe. "Huh. Didn't think anyone would really pick this quest. I was hoping to get some R&R."

"Huh?" Tom gasped as Ed elbowed him in the ribs.

"This is Liberty4U!" snarled the tiger. "Some people can step into their own quest and take the form of the NPCs if they want." Ed bowed respectfully towards the esteemed quest maker. "Sorry. This guy's a total noob."

The woman inclined her head to the side, her ebony hair following the gesture like a black silk. "I can see. Let me guess. First transformation, forgot to take off your clothes and now you're stuck in rags?"

"That obvious, huh?" Tom laughed, rubbing the back of his head softly.

"Very." Liberty4U turned around and entered her hut. She emerged a moment later with some black leather armour with metal plating bound with some metal plates. "Here. I had these lying around. You can have them for doing the quest."

"Really?" Tom asked, asked, taking the equipment in disbelief. "Thank you! Not that I'm not grateful but... what's the catch?"

Again he got an elbow to the ribs. "Idiot!" hissed Ed. "This is a new quest. Naturally the creator will want to drop in and out of quests to get feedback! Where's your business sense?"

Turning away from his friend with a curious look, he said, "So you can wait around and let other people get stuff for you?"

"Or potentially escape from dozens of fan boys and girls constantly swarming you for the next quest," Liberty4U responded while waving a hand lazily. "But in this case, it's a little bit of both. I'm after the +Penis FC and in order to create one, I need someone to get the Moonrider Centaurs out in the fields to orgasm in defeat."

Tom whirled around to face the quest giver in horror. "What now?"

"You really are a noob," she laughed softly. "FCs can be obtained in more ways than just smacking things, you know. You can influence their drop rate if, for example, instead of just slicing a wild centaur in two, you forced it to run from you to exhaustion and then sliced it in two, instead of getting a Centaur FC, you might get a +Speed FC instead. The matter in which you defeat an opponent determines what FC you'll get. In this case, someone figured out that the male Moonrider Centaurs will drop fragments of the +Penis FC if you whack them off."

"Uh-huh," Tom responded, brow furrowed. "Now back up a little. Did you say you want a '+Penis FC'?"

"Correct. I want an FC that adds a cock to the avatar."

Tom looked down at the player's crotch.

Smack!

And got a heavy slap for it.

Smack!

Through the flashing stars and pain, it sounded like Ed had gotten smacked too.

"Not for me you horny bastards," she snapped. "The +Penis FC is rare and expensive. It takes ten shards to alchemise just one." Her eyes darted between the two. "The way quests work is that once you donate an item for a reward, that officially becomes the quest's reward. It get duplicated every time the quest is completed with no extra costs to you. If I put up a rare item for a reward while demanding that very same item in return for the quest, then I increase my profits exponentially."

Tom scratched the side of his face, surprised how much that little slap actually hurt. "Won't that... uh... devalue the rarity of the item that you put up for a reward in the first place?"

"Depends on the item." She folded her arms confidently. "How many people do you think are willing to jack off ten centaurs of the very big, very endowed Moonrider Tribe just for an FC that gives them an extra cock with no other benefits whatsoever?" Then, her brow furrowed and she held up her hand. "Nevermind. Don't answer that." As she lowered her hand, she fixed both boys with a fierce stare. "So, are you going to play fetch the centaur cum for me or am I going to have to find someone else?"

Tom exchanged glances with Ed who just shrugged in return. "Okay... You've got two guys willing to go along with this crazy quest... We'll get the centaurs to orgasm and then smack them around a bit."

Liberty4U gave him a tired look and just shook her head. "You really don't know how this game works, do you?"

"What now...?" he responded bitterly.

"You don't have to kill the centaurs to defeat them," Ed answered, scratching his cheek absently. There was a light blush showing in the white fur on his underjaw. "If you just push them to the point of exhaustion, they'll give up and disappear."

"Because if you sucked off someone and then killed them then that'd be snuff and we've got underage kids playing this game," Liberty4U said, wagging a finger.

"This is an R Rated game!" Tom exclaimed.

"Please," she responded, rolling her eyes. "Like that's ever stopped anyone. Come back when you've successfully pushed ten centaurs of the Moonrider Tribe past orgasm into the warm embrace of afterglow and harvested the fruits of your labour. Then we'll talk."

She shut the door on them, leaving Tom a little puzzled.

"She doesn't really mean that we've got to suck off guys, does she?" he asked, hiking a thumb after the mysterious quest giver. "I mean. Can't we just... I don't know... Capture a few, hook them up to milking machines and watch them go wild?"

Ed reeled back and gave his friend a horrified stare. "I think that's worse than just sucking them off..."

"But seriously? We have to pin down Moonrider Centaurs and play with their... their..." Tom made a gesture towards his crotch. "... things?"

"Or suck them off..."

At that, Tom flinched. "There has got to be another way."

Ed ran a finger down the lines of his staff. "I suppose we could obtain the Telekinesis ability and then jack them off using the powers of our mind but then that'd be synonymous with a mindfuck..."

Tom seized his friend's collar and dragging him away from the hut. "Just shut up and let's get this over with."

Ed chuckled softly, that smirk on his muzzle again. "If you're so uncomfortable with this whole thing, why did you accept the quest?"

Feeling his pride bubble up again, Tom said, "I'm fine. It's not real."

"It feels real."

"So? It's not. What happens in The Gam3 stays in The Gam3."

"Does this translate to what Pete tried to do?"

Tom froze and shot Ed a piercing stare. The terrible sensation that this was all leading to some life lesson from his 'mother' was starting to dawn on him. With a huff and a puff of smoke from his nostrils, he let go of Ed and tore off his torn, leather armour. The new black armour was rather slimming and contrasted well against his ruby and yellow scales. He quite liked it and it made him feel a little stronger. Curious, he examined the pieces of armour like Jake had taught him; by drawing those circles in the air. He noted with some amazement that each piece of armour actually offered an extra stat point to each of his Physicality Secondary Attributes.

"Okay," he said, drawing his halberd. "I'm ready to get off some centaurs."

Ed clapped his paws together, whiskers twitching in anticipation. "Great! Do you know about the Hunt feature?"

"What do you think?"

"Right. Silly me."

Ed went through the basics of the Hunting feature. Basically, all they needed to do was to bring up their keyboards and type in 'Hunt' followed by the creature they were hunting if they knew what it was called. The system was fairly intelligent and could match up most creatures but it did not account for atrocious spelling.

After Tom typed in 'Hunt Moonrider Centaur Male', a big, luminescent red arrow popped up in front of him hovering just a few inches off the ground.

"The red arrows are only visible to you," Ed said. "So I'll follow your lead."

Tom nodded and led the way through the vast, open plains of the Rolling Ranges. Once again, he was struck by the raw realism of the world. Each blade of tall grass was beautifully rendered and he could even detect every small leaf that fluttered before his eyes with the wind. This world was far more breathtaking than the real world.

"Will other people be dropping in on this quest?" he asked over his shoulder as they climbed a small, rocky hill. Every boulder and slab of stone that jutted out of the ground was beautifully textured not only in appearance but in feel. He could feel ever groove, sharp edge and indentation in the rock.

"The only common grounds per quest is the NPC locations. Those are like mini-Clear Zones where people will come in and hand in the quest or whatever. Outside of that are instances that are unique to each player or player party."

All these mechanics were making Tom's head hurt but he was quickly getting it. There was so much he wanted to try. Making his own quests, events, making better armour and feeling the raw power of changing his shape just to name a few. Plus, he had to admit that he wondered what it would be like to have another cock...

As they crested the hill, they spotted several crude huts, some with smoke rising out of their tops. Wooden fencing surrounded the little village and there looked to be a trail leading off somewhere else. Littering the space between them and the camp were dozens of tall, statuesque creatures with rippling, muscular, human torsos ending at the waist which became covered in jet-black fur. Every muscle shone clearly in the sun through the fur; muscle populated every inch of the equine lower halves of the Moonrider Centaurs.

Tom and Ed quickly ducked, hiding amongst the underbrush as the centaurs patrolled the area around the camp. Ed reached behind him at the large book that was bound to his back.

"It says here," he said, flicking through what had to be an encyclopaedia, "The Moonrider Centaurs are a matriarchal society. Males are subservient to the females though the males are still prized for their strength and are generally warriors. Most of the time, males are kept out of the village while females tend to the young and magical arts inside. We shouldn't run into any males with magical abilities or skills but they have wicked physical attacks and are pretty fast."

"Great. So you have any binding spells or something? Anything to hold them down?"

Ed nodded. "I've got a disable or two, yeah. But it'll last only for about thirty seconds. Think you can get a centaur to orgasm in that time?"

Tom winced. "Ed..."

"I know, I know. You're still a virgin in everything." Ed glanced left and right, scanning their surroundings. "Okay, we've got to isolate one of them and work them over. Then, when we're done, we move on to the next."

"What's the respawn rate like?"

"It's an instance, remember? They don't respawn."

Tom ducked his head, suddenly feeling so much more idiotic. "Oh, right, right."

"There, that one," Ed said, pointing to their right. One of the centaurs had wandered away from the others, coming dangerously close to them. The tiger mage suddenly stood up and pointed his staff at the creature. "Rock Grab!"

A huge fists of rock suddenly erupted from the ground and seized the centaur's legs and thighs, holding it in place. The male made to cry out but Ed quickly shouted 'Silence' and no sound came out of his throat. He went to reach for his throat, dropping the bow he was carrying.

"Go! Go!" Ed hissed. "I'll keep a lookout for more of the bastards."

"What? Why me!?"

"Because I disabled and silenced the guy! Go!"

Gulping, Tom bolted towards the centaur who eyed him with hatred in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he moved behind the centaur, away from the creature's fists. He knelt down next to the man, eyeing the rather massive package between their legs.

"Of all the things to be realistic, please God... don't let this be it..." He murmured softly, reaching for the creature's maleness. "Come on mini-game... please have a mini-game..."

His fingers squeezed the sheath, shivering slightly at just how warm it felt in his hands. The centaur went rigid.

"Crap... how am I supposed to do this...?" He tried massaging the meat and was satisfied when he started getting a bit of a reaction. The fluffy, plump sheath was starting to warm up beneath his clawed hands but -

The centaur suddenly flinched and Tom realised he had just pricked the guy with his claws.

"Fuck... That's not going to work!" He glanced over towards Ed who had his back turned, desperately trying to watch out for other centaurs. Sighing to himself, Tom shuffled beneath the bound centaur and leaned in towards the inviting sheath. Shaking slightly, he leaned in, taking in the strong, musky scent that wafted towards his nostrils. It was distinctly male and had the faint scent of dried grass. It wasn't really that bad.

Shutting his eyes, Tom told himself over and over that this was for the quest and he slowly pushed his tongue out and pressed it against the underside of the thick, plump package. The centaur's tension faded and he shuddered against Tom. Satisfied, he began to lap at the sheath, being careful to gently fondle the centaur's balls without actually cutting into the flesh. His attention slowly rewarded him with the appearance of a thick, cylindrical shaft starting to squeeze itself out of the tip of the centaur's sheath.

Tom stared at the emerging member with hesitation.

"For the quest... for the team..." He growled at himself. "Fuck... getting a second cock better be worth it..." He leaned in and gently kissed the tip of the flat, circular head. It was thick, big and was already starting to drip precum. Tom even got a large squirt of the liquid into his muzzle and spat it out immediately.

"Ya ain't gonna make much progress if ya keep spittin' it out, honey."

He flinched at the centaur's thick, baritone. Glancing around, he noticed that the rocky bindings had faded back into the ground.

"Oh..."

"Ah won't tell if ya don't," snickered the male.

Taking a deep breath - and a full blow of centaur musk - Tom leaned towards the growing member and gently wrapped his muzzle around it. He was careful to keep his sharp fangs away from it, being forced to keep his jaw wide open. His hot breath caused the centaur to shudder as the thick, equine cock grew past its medial ring and down his throat. Tom was grateful that his neck had thickened. As a human, the gargantuan cock would have choked him. The centaur moaned softy as his cock thrust deep into Tom's throat.

Tom remembered that it wasn't necessarily enough to just have the guy orgasm. He needed to make sure the centaur orgasmed to exhaustion. It had to be one hell of a cumshot. But what could he do? He was practically paralysed and the centaur was doing all the thrusting. He was afraid to clamp down and suck the guy off because of his fangs and his clawed hands were off limits.

What else came with his draconic form? His wings? What could he do with those?

His tail...?

...

Tom shut his eyes. He couldn't believe he was going to do this but... slowly, his prehensile tail curled around himself and rose to scout out the centaur's nice, firm rump. The centaur sensed his intention and slowly lowered his lower half slightly. Tom found what he was looking for and gently pushed the tip of his tail into the awaiting pucker. He was a little horrified to realise just how easily his scaly tail slipped into that hole and at the stifled moan of the centaur.

The wads of precum that were spilling forth from the centaur's cock grew thicker and thicker as Tom began to massage his prostate. The centaur's legs shivered and shook, literally going weak in the knees. Part of him wondered how the guy ever got off normally with his arms - thick and long as they were - being unable to reach his cock. Then, the loose ass made much more sense.

The centaur's cock jerked and Tom choked a little. His tongue lashed out absently, rubbing against the salty flesh of the creature.

"Ooooh... just like that..." moaned the centaur.

For the quest... for the quest...

Tom lapped his tongue against the thick member, quivering with a mix of delight and apprehension as the centaur's cock began to shake in anticipation of orgasm. Suddenly, the centaur's legs gave way. Before the thick mound of muscle crushed him, Tom got a throat full of thick, hot seed that, in his shock, he was forced to swallow. The ground hit Tom hard but the crushing weight of the centaur never sandwiched him.

Poof!

A little dazed and with the lingering saltiness of the centaur's orgasm in the back of his throat, Tom lay on the ground, wondering what had just happened.

"Tom! Are you alright? How're you doing?"

Ed's feline face came into view, looking down at him with concern.

"I just sucked off a centaur to a mind blowing orgasm. How do you think I'm doing?"

Ed's cocky 'I-know-you-too-well' smirk came again. "I'm thinking you're doing pretty darn good because you just realised you're awesome at blowjobs."

...

"Shut up and help me up."

A soft clinking noise hit his ears as he rose and he caught sight of a red FC sitting on his chest. He plucked it off the black leather and gazed into it. Within the crystal, it stated +Penis 1/10.

1/10th of a +Penis FC.

Sighing, Tom tossed it to Ed.

"One down... ten to go."

The two hunted down another centaur that had wandered away. Ed once again bound him down while Tom slipped between the male's legs and began to entice that thick, plump cock out of hiding. Again, Tom used his tail to great effect. The saltiness in his muzzle was not as offensive as Tom had first thought though it had an unwanted side-effect.

He found himself growing hard.

After the second centaur was brought to orgasm and the FC collected, Tom rushed them to find the next centaur. He practically pounced on the creature to get at the guy's cock, suckling it on the cock like an eager pup. He instinctively knew how to keep his fangs from biting tender flesh, wrapping his lips around them protectively as he drew more and more cum from the centaurs.

Much to his dismay, after the third and fourth, he realised the centaurs really didn't have that much in terms of sexual endurance and barely lasted a minute of such treatment. That left him with at least five minutes of his boner sitting in his pants fading slowly.

When the fifth came around, Tom let Ed bind him down and went slowly this time. Whenever he felt the centaur was about ready to ejaculate, he would stop and let the creature quiver and beg for more. All the while, his own cock was starting to rub hard against his pants. Against leather, that was incredibly uncomfortable.

Tom ignored Ed's close presence and reached down to his pants, wiggling out of them and letting his thick, draconic cock free. He wrapped his clawed hands around it, moaning softly as his hands finally found use during the entire exercise. The sensation of the raw flesh being pleasured was so alien to him. It didn't feel like his cock but it was still his and he loved the experience of the salty taste of centaur precum pouring down his throat while his cock grew hotter and spat his own pre against his claws.

The centaur lost it before he could cum and disappeared in a loud poof.

Tom growled, picked up the FC and tossed it to Ed. He ignored his friend's knowing smirk as he slung his pants over his shoulder and told the mage to target the next one. A sixth and seventh centaur came and went without Tom feeling the crippling release of orgasm.

When the eighth came around, he fully dispensed with Ed's bindings and just charged at the guy. The centaur barely had enough time to lift his bow before Tom crash-tackled him and instantly dove for the guy's cock. The centaur let out a loud gasp as Tom went wild with the guy's sheath.

The rush of power, the overwhelming sense of domination against this lesser creature... it just made him all the harder. He growled and thrust his cock into the air as he cradled that thick cock in his muzzle.

He was close, so close.

SPLAT!

POOF!

The centaur vanished and Tom let out a loud roar of frustration. Three nearby centaurs around him noticed and instantly came charging. Eager and hungry for release, Tom got up and slipped off his leather armour. He wanted to have every inch of his body covered in the thick, muscular frames of these beasts, feeling the warm splash of their cum all over his body as he was pushed past the brink of orgasm and into heavenly bliss.

"Lightning Lancer!"

Crackling bolts of lightning shaped like massive lances slammed into two of the centaurs, instantly causing them to vanish in large cartoonish bursts.

"One thing at a time, cowboy," chuckled Ed, spinning his staff in his paws. "Careful you don't lose yourself."

"Fuck you," growled Tom and bolted straight for the remaining centaur.

WHAM!

The two of them collided with Tom's superior weight and strength winning over. He slammed the centaur into the ground and moved towards the creature's cock. His tail was already angling towards the centaur's cock when he realised he could do something else with that ass.

Grinning, he threw the centaur to the ground, licking his lips as he eyed that hard, equine rump. Tom pulled the centaur towards himself, rubbing his thick dragonhood against the hot, waiting pucker. He pushed himself deep into the creature, letting out a feral roar as the warm embrace of another man's ass around his cock filled him with a pleasure he had never before experienced. The centaur instinctively clamped down on him, squeezing a copious mount of precum out of him. Remembering not to leave his prey without his own release - for the sake of the quest - Tom wrapped his tail around the centaur's cock, expertly letting his tail work the member while he pleasured his own.

They were both grunting wildly, the centaur screaming of more as Tom just snarled and snapped like a true dragon.

Poof!

"Fuck!" Tom roared. The wind suddenly changed and he caught the scent of a centaur in the air. He whirled towards his prey. The creature backed away, lifting his bow shakily. Tom grinned from ear to ear and spread his wings. He caught an updraft and was suddenly airborne.

Instincts took over and he dove straight for the centaur who was so scared, he just threw down his bow and began running, offering his rump as a perfect target. Tom crashed into the guy, his cock sliding right into that loose ass. They hit the ground humping, Tom's tail working the guy's cock while the centaur's ass was being ploughed raw.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Tom roared, arching his back.

His seed exploded out of his cock, shooting into the centaur. The explosion of cum was so massive that Tom was actually pushed back just a little. A wave of exhaustion hit him and he began shaking all over.

The young dragon slumped against the centaur who was left wanting.

Through the heady glaze of weariness, Tom caught sight of Ed striding up to him, that knowing smirk on his face.

"Here buddy, let me help you."

For a second, he thought Ed was talking to him but then, he felt the tiger's paws slowly uncurl his tail from the centaur's cock. The centaur tensed beneath him a moment later, the creature finally ejaculating and disappearing with a poof.

In that moment... Tom just realised what he had done... and what he had become...

But he was too tired to do anything about it...

Far too tired...

*****

"Whaaa!"

Tom sat up, his claws scratching against the fabric of his bed sheets. For an instant, he thought he had given himself over too much to his draconic form and now, that form had entered the real world outside of The Gam3. Then, he realised that his bed was made of wood, his 'house' was made of wood and it was bigger than the apartment he shared with his mother and younger brother.

He glanced around and found both a massive, muscular stag and a finely dressed tiger sitting at the dining table.

"Welcome back," Ed said with a smile.

"What happened...?" Tom murmured, rubbing the back of his head. "Last thing I remember..." His eyes suddenly widened.

"You had your first Gam3 orgasm and sex craze," answered the tiger sagely. "It happens to everyone. We change, we realise we can do things here that we wouldn't otherwise in the real world, we're stronger here and the changes get into our head and we get carried away. For some of us, we go around whoring ourselves out constantly to get the release we want..." He eyed Pete who ducked his head slightly. "And others change and masturbate furiously in the privacy of their own house for several hours, taking cat naps between."

Tom rolled himself out of his bed and frowned. "Shit... I... I went crazy... I... I don't know what came over me... I just wanted to cum so bad and... fuck..."

"It's part of the experience," Ed said with a faint smile. The tiger guided Tom towards the table. "Being someone else, something else and all the experiences and sensations it comes with can be overwhelming. It was the first time since you changed into a dragon that you really got to test out your new body. I mean, did you even realise you flew?"

Tom's eyes widened. "Oh shit... I flew!"

"Yeah!" Ed laughed. "Trust me, we all go through it every now and then. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility..."

"And great sex," Pete chimed in.

They both shot the stag a foul look.

"I turned in the quest for us," Ed said. "Got the reward and teleported both of us to your house. Called in Pete because I'm fairly sure you now understand what it's like to be in The Gam3."

Tom nodded, regarding Pete apologetically. "Yeah... I do. It's a little bit of wish-fulfilment, escapism, prostitution, rape and at hedonism." Pete flinched. "But at the same time, it's an outlet, a new experience, an adventure and a lesson if you're responsible with it." Tom glanced out his window at the vast city of Terminal beyond. "This place has some great people in it and at the same time, there are some rotten people too. Just like our world. I guess we just need to decide where we belong."

Glancing back at his friends, he smiled and said, "I think I'd like to experience this world for all it has while still staying sane and good. I don't want to step out of this world and be ashamed of how I was acting inside it when I go back into the real world."

"That's a very mature way to take this," answered Ed with a sagely nod. "I'm proud of you, Tom."

He gave his friend a sour smile. "You knew this would happen, didn't you? You planned this?"

"What have I told you over and over again?" Ed replied, wagging a finger at him.

"Mother knows best!" they all cried in unison, breaking out into laughter a moment later.

Tom smiled at Pete once the laughter died down. "Hey man... I'm sorry I freaked out when I caught you with that guy. I guess I still had this thought in my head that you were... contagious."

"I still am," Pete replied with a snicker. "But I've moved on. I'm living with that truth. Back there." He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. "But in here... I'm different. Someone else and I'll always remember who and what I am. But here..." Pete sighed and smiled back. "I can do things that I wouldn't be able to do out there because of a mistake I made. It's not a world without consequences but it's a chance for me to start again, ya know?"

Tom nodded and reached across the table, holding his friends hand tightly. "You deserve that, Pete. We all deserve that second chance. One mistake shouldn't damn you for the rest of your life." He then turned to Ed with a smile. "And thanks for arranging this whole thing, Ed. I should thank Jake too..."

Ed jumped to his feet and fished out three FCs from a satchel. "We can do that later. For now, what say we beef up our characters a bit?" He set down the FCs, one was green, the other two were red.

"Where'd you get all these?" Pete asked.

"This one was the reward from the quest," Ed said, pointing at one of the red crystals. "Although the green Familiar Ability crystal is actually a bit of a pity gift from Liberty4U who gave it to me after noticing how I spent hours dragging Tom's sorry ass back to her hut."

Tom ducked his head in shame.

"The last one is from all those centaurs I had to blow up while Tom was on his rampage."

Tom ducked his head even further.

"Well, this was obtained by the two of you," Pete said, sitting back with a smile. "You guys take it."

Ed pushed the red FCs towards Tom. "Here. You take them. I'm not a strength player and I could really use the Familiar."

Tom frowned at the FCs. One was a Strength +5 and the last was the +Penis FC. He wanted to reject it but memories of his cock pushed into hot centaur ass got his loins burning and his curiosity running into overdrive. He took the FCs wordlessly and took out his Form Grid just as Ed added one to his.

Without a second thought, he just placed the Form Crystals in.

"Whoa! Don't just put them all in together!" cried Pete.

"What? Why n - Hurk!"

Tom suddenly toppled off his chair as his entire body was overwhelmed by that familiar sensation of a flame starting deep inside of him radiating heat out through his entire body. His heart pounded in his chest, pummelling him like it was urging to burst out. Each pump pushed his chest out further and further out. He felt his shoulders pushing him further and further away from the floor as they grew and thickened. The thick scales all over his body were pushed apart as fresh, new muscle grew beneath them. The soft prickling sensation across his flesh came with the radiating heat, feeling oddly cooling. New scales filled the gaps across his natural armour.

Loud cracking sounds filled his body as his bones grew denser to compliment his massive muscle growth. Bolts of pain rocketed up his arms as his biceps and triceps ballooned out, making him grateful that he hadn't been wearing any armour or clothing. A thick vein pulsated just beneath the scales just over his bicep that quickly multiplied into a vascular lattice across his plump forearms.

The heat vanished from his arms and quickly intensified across his back. Tom rolled onto his hands and knees, arching his back and hissing with a mixture of ecstasy and pain. His back rippled with new muscles. Already strong from having to support his weight on his wings, they became even bigger, even stronger to the point that scales were rubbing against each other as his muscles formed tight valleys all across his back. His tail lashed out in joy as it grew thicker before it slammed against the wooden floor, breaking a plank with its sheer force alone.

Fiery pleasure started radiating from his groin and he rolled onto his newly transformed back as his already erect cock sent out a fresh wave of precum across his rippling abdominals. He grinned and rubbed the clear liquid all over his belly, rubbing it into the scales and giving them a lustrous sheen. The light glistened off the thick, cut shapes of his six pack and his ballooning pecs complete with black nipples that stood permanently erect.

A strange new sensation began building up right beside already throbbing cock. It was the mounting pleasure of growing erect all over again, that drumroll before coming to full mast where blood pumped into a penis. As he rubbed his cock with one paw, he felt another rising member come right out of his draconic slit beside the first. He grinned to himself and seized the second cock with his other hand, the dual pleasures of erect manhoods filling rivalling the heat that radiated from the muscle growth rolling down his thighs.

His already thick legs piled on the mass, thick cuts of muscle appearing all across his thighs and calves. Tom was practically kicking and curling his toes in ecstasy as his quads pushed up against his flesh and scales, cooling off with the prickling sensation of the scales coming in. His hamstrings stung for a moment as the stretched and grew but within moments, they too had grown. A hiss escaped him as his calves flexed and relaxed rapidly while they grew. The tingling sensation and heat filtered out at the ends of his toes, leaving him to focus solely on the twin pleasures of his two cocks in his hands.

"Awwww yeah!" he cried, arching his back.

Cum exploded from the tips of his pointed cocks, splattering his chest and showering his chest. A second shot exploded from his right penis, landing directly on his right nipple. His left cock let out its own shot in reply, slamming against his forehead and lathering his lips. Then, in unison, both his cocks let out a final shot that left dribbling trails all over his abs.

Panting, Tom closed his eyes and -

Was suddenly aware of a pair of lips wrapped around his right nipple. His eyes shot open as he watched Pete gentle suckle on his nipple, lapping up the cum there and filling him with a different kind of warmth.

Pete moved his tongue slowly up Tom's chest, drawing closer and closer to Tom's waiting muzzle. The dragon moaned softly as Pete lapped up the trails of cum all over Tom's thick corded neck. He hissed slightly in disappointment as Pete angled away from his lips and ran his tongue over Tom's forehead, cleaning it of cum.

Taking matters into his own hands, Tom seized Pete's head and brought them both into a tender kiss. Pete tensed for a moment... and then leaned into it. The stag gently gripped Tom's hand and pushed it away.

They parted lips, staring into each other's eyes with a delicate smile on each of their faces.

"Two cocks suits you," Pete murmured. "Not as much cum as I had expected, though..."

"Naturally," Ed said, sounding rather pleased with himself, reminding the two that they had another friend sitting nearby while they were making out. "You get to have an extra hose but not necessarily a bigger sack. If you want to make sure your cum production remains proportionate to your number of cocks, you might want to invest in your Metabolism stat. That's the one that gives you bigger balls. Or just get a +Testicle Size FC. I heard there's even a +Testicle FC that gives you an extra ball but I've never heard anyone claim to have one. Did you want to ask Liberty4U if she has one?"

Tom grinned sheepishly at Ed who was sitting at the table, leaning his head against his open paw and looking at the two like he was expecting this to happen. His tail was doing loops in the air. Somehow, he suspected Ed had always envisioned him and Pete to be a couple...

"I think I've had enough fun for tonight," Tom said with a grin, slowly getting off the ground. "I'm going to log off. See you around?"

"Yeah, yeah," Pete answered, a blush on his cheeks. "I think I'll stick around for a bit. Ed?"

"I think I can wait to try out my new Familiar Ability," answered Ed with a wave of his paws. "After watching Tom practically rape ten centaurs, I think I could do with some sanity. Plus, my dad is expecting me to study."

Tom brought up his menu, his finger hovering over the log off button. His eyes lingered on Pete who smiled back.

"Call me."