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"It's just a poker game. Nothing to worry about."

Something as simple as striking up a conversation could be extremely difficult for a common introvert. Naturally, there were different levels of introversion, but for the worst cases, something as easy as saying hello to a freshly made acquaintance could be a struggle, and when they were forced to interact with a grand number of people in a given day, it could be downright exhausting.

Even a quiet, timid evening poker game was a daunting task for poor James, who sat on the far end of the introversion spectrum, and didn't relish in the idea of spending his evening with a bunch of strangers.

His best friend, Jeffery, ensured James that everything was going to be fine. He made it clear that his friends were very quiet, welcoming guys, and if James really had that much of a struggle with it, there was always another room at the house where he could watch TV and decompress if he needed to. In truth, Jeffery was a great friend, and James honestly did appreciate how accommodating he always tried to be.

He wasn't sure that it would be enough, but he at least went into the evening with an open mind, as he parked his car across the street and made his way into familiar territory.

He didn't even have to knock; he and Jeffery always had an "open door policy," having known each other since they were children. As fully grown adults, it only felt natural that they would leave their doors open to each other, and naturally, Jeffery was catering to his other guests as James politely kicked his shoes off at the door and made his way down the stairs, into the den.

"There he is! We can finally get this game started!" Jeffery called out, as everyone cheered for James' arrival. Smiling nervously and offering a quick wave, James did his best to be polite and cordial as he came down the stairs, and before he even hit the landing, Jeffery handed him a drink. "I was starting to wonder if you'd backed out, dude! Glad you decided to come over."

James happily took the drink, knowing exactly what he was being served. A typical White Russian, something that Jeffery touted as his specialty, was just what James needed to loosen up a bit, and he took a quick swig of the sweet, creamy drink as he made his way through the den, around the large table and to his empty seat.

"You need at least four people to have a good game of poker, right?" James asked facetiously. "And I didn't want to let everyone down. Three way poker is kind of a chore."

The term "three way" drew a couple of snickers from Jeffery's other friends. "Good point," the first one replied, as he sipped his own drink and offered a light wave toward James. "Name's Ronald. You can call me Ron, if you like."

James barely had time to nod to Ron before the second friend waved as well. "And I'm Isaac. Great to finally meet you, James. Feels like you're never quite able to make it out to these things!"

"I...I get busy really often," James tried to come up with an excuse, and weak as it came across, he had to follow it with another sip of his drink. It made for a great opportunity to change the topic, as he nodded to Jeffery once again. "Hell of a Russian, dude. I think you're getting better at making these."

Jeffery was mixing up his own drink as he nodded over his shoulder. "Feels like I've been drinking them since I can remember, but there's definitely an art to making them. I guess I'm just a little bit better than the average bartender," he bragged, as he made his way back over to the table and took his seat.

With everyone in attendance, it was finally time for the poker game to start, and the excitement was palpable; Ron and Issac had been waiting to play a real card game for weeks, and with James backing out at so many different junctures, they didn't want to let this opportunity pass by. Their first impression of him was actually a positive one, as he settled in fairly quickly once he had his drink.

He was almost halfway finished with the glass when the first hand was finally dealt.

"You should probably slow down if you want to make it home tonight," Jeffery suggested, though he knew that there was no stopping James, once he had a taste for alcohol on his tongue.

James shook his head as he took another solid gulp. "What, I'm not welcome to sleep on your couch anymore?" he asked, offering a quick snicker to Jeffery. "I kinda figured I owned that couch, after all of these years."

"If you slept on it any more than you already do, I'd be charging you rent money for it."

Tapping the table impatiently, Isaac cast a glare at Jeffery. "You two gonna make out, or are we gonna play some cards here?"

Rolling his eyes and shuffling the deck one last time, Jeffery passed a couple of cards to each person at the table, just as James set down an empty glass. The ice within clinked against the sides, and Jeffery looked up from his own hand with a cocked eyebrow. "Another one already?"

"I...I think that would be for the best," James admitted, as he simply felt more within his element when he had a drink in his hand. It acted as a great social lubricant for the introvert, and pausing play for a moment, Jeffery reached across the table to take the glass and make another White Russian for him.

Issac and Ron pushed their blinds into the table and gestured to James. "So," Ron murmured, as he looked over his cards, trying to hide his disgust at the quality of the hand, "Jeffery told us that you can be a little skittish. Is there anything we should know so we don't make you uncomfortable? Poker nights here can get a little...well...a little wild, for lack of a better term."

James shook his head. "I just take a while to warm up to people, is all. I really appreciate you guys being so understanding," he said, offering a small, but kindly smile to his two new acquaintances as Jeffery took a little longer than expected in mixing the drink.

Vodka, Kahlua and half-and-half were typical ingredients in a White Russian, but this time around, there was another small bottle of white liquid, perhaps a special kind of cream, that Jeffery added a few drops of into the mix. Reaching across the table again and offering it to James, the latter accepted it with a tipsy smile and took a quick sip, before smiling even wider than before.

"You really are getting better at this," James voiced his appreciation as he took another heavy gulp of the drink. "If I could play cards half as well as you mix drinks, you guys wouldn't stand a chance!"

Isaac shook his head and placed the first bet, after a pair of passes. "It's the quiet ones that always end up winning, anyway. They seem to have all of the luck on poker night."

It felt strange to James that Isaac would think luck would be any different on poker night, but he was already getting the inkling that this wasn't going to be an ordinary event. Being the only guaranteed straight man of the group, and knowing that Jeffery was gay, James wondered if they were planning some kind of a prank to mess with him, but he did his best not to worry about it. He was more concerned with not messing up the flow of the poker game, and after all of their years of friendship, James didn't think that Jeffery was capable of such a nasty thing.

As he held his cards up to his face, however, he did feel his grip slipping on the edges, and he couldn't blame the drink, just yet. He knew his limits with alcohol, and didn't suspect that he'd had enough to actually have trouble gripping a couple of cards.

He was just in luck that they were good ones, and he pushed the bet higher on Isaac, as he doubled the amount wagered. He set his cards down again, and on the back of his knuckles, he thought he saw a little more hair than normal, but he didn't give it more than a passing thought, as the quantity was just so minuscule.

"I fold," Jeffery said, tossing his cards away casually as the bet went around the table. Isaac called, and Ron folded in his turn, leaving the first hand of the night to be heads up poker. Jeffery dealt the cards as James took another sip of his drink, and the further he made it into the glass, the more that he felt there was some kind of extra flavor in this particular drink that made it a little bit better than any other he'd ever had.

He was also sure that he could see a little extra fuzz on his knuckles as he waited for the flop, and he brushed his fingertips along the edges to see if it was just some kind of animal fur.

It was...but it didn't come off. Instead, each pass of his finger seemed to stoke more of the fur up from his skin, and he raised a brow as Isaac threw in the next bet.

James hardly even noticed that he was sitting on three-of-a-kind until Isaac called out "Hey, new guy! You gonna call or fold?"

Struggling yet again to pick up his cards, James fumbled around with them and did his best not to show them to anyone, before setting them right back down. "I'll raise you to 250."

Not knowing his personality, Isaac could only imagine that James was bluffing, but so early in the night, he didn't want to end up being wrong. The idea of sitting around and watching his friends play cards as he did nothing didn't sit well with a more experienced player, so he tossed his cards into the muck pile. "You bought it," He mumbled, as James pushed his cards in after and took the chips from the first hand.

"Hard to believe that someone could win a hand when they're so distracted," Ron commented, but he added a quick chuckle afterward, helping to keep James calm and collected. "Something the matter, dude?"

"N-no," James stumbled on his words a little bit. His tongue felt as though it was swelling, and he was having trouble not biting down on it as he spoke. "Just...an allergic reaction, maybe?"

His tongue was definitely too big for his mouth when he closed it again, and he was barely able to seal his lips around it as he waited for Jeffery to pass out another set of cards. He eventually did, but he was slow and lackadaisical about the act...and all eyes were on James, with such an intensity that he could feel the attention he was being paid.

"Aren't...aren't you guys gonna look at your hands?" he asked, as he looked down at his own, but this time, he didn't much care about the cards. He was much more concerned with the slowly growing fields of fur that continued to spread across his skin and up his forearms, like the seeds of a dandelion being blown across one's face.

Jeffery gave a quick nod. "We will, in due time...but we've got all night to play poker," he suggested, as he rested his cheek in his palm and gazed upon James with a rather dreamy glaze in his eyes. "I'm not sure how long this is going to last, and I'd rather not waste the opportunity."

James was so concerned with his own change that he never took the time to look around the rest of the table. Small nubs were popping up from the back of Jeffery's head, and for someone who carried such intensity in his eyes, James found a little comfort in Isaac's glare, as if he was looking into the face of man's best friend, instead of a new acquaintance.

Even the playful shove from Ron, sitting next door, felt a little bit different. His palms weren't flat, but instead, thick and detailed, as if each finger was a little shorter and heavier than before. "What? Didn't Jeffery tell you what we do every time that we play poker?"

It was a silly question: Ron was sure that Jeffery never told him anything about it, and other than the fact that they were all slowly changing, the biggest thing all four men had in common was the drinks they had.

There were four White Russians, but each one was tainted just the slightest different shade of cream. It was hard to tell, even with human eyes, but as James felt his vision shifting just a little, forcing some colors to be a bit more vibrant, and others, completely dull, he could no longer tell the different shades apart.

He could hear Jeffery swirling his glass from across the table, however, even though he was sure that something so quiet shouldn't register to the human ear.

"G-guys, I...I'm sorry, but I think...I think I'm gonna be...sick?" James asked, unable to adequately describe how strange he felt. He wasn't nauseated or ill, but he was beginning to panic as he watched his fingernails curl over the tips of his fingers, despite shrinking further back on the digits. Normally clear chitin darkened with each passing moment, and dark, black material took the place of it as James widened his eyes and cast a terrified glance around the table at each of his friends.

Jeffery was chuckling as he took another sip of his own drink, looking entirely calm despite the tall, undoubtedly canine ears that now stood atop of his head. "I keep forgetting that this is your first time, James. We've been friends for so long that it's hard to believe I've never talked you into this..."

"What the hell do you mean? Do you always poison your friends drinks?!" James asked, feeling as if he didn't even know who Jeffery was anymore. He was questioning his very reality as he held his hand up to his face...only to see that it was a paw, with a slightly longer thumb than an actual canine might have. "I'm...I'm turning into a fucking animal, here! So are all of you! W-why...why am I the only one who's freaked out by this?!"

Isaac snickered and raised his glass to James in acknowledgement. "Because we were all in on it...and we've done it plenty of times before, James. It's a lot easier if you just relax and go with the flow, trust me."

Still feeling heavily connected with his introverted side, it was tough for James to trust someone who he'd only just met, but taking a deep breath kept him from losing his dinner all over the poker table. Unfortunately, another sip of his drink was no longer enough to settle his nerves, and they stood at attention as he felt a strange, itchy sensation upon his chest.

He didn't even have to lift his shirt to know that fur was growing upon his flesh as quickly as fresh wheat in a fertile field, and tufts of the same were already bulging the fabric out and away from his body as he stood up out of his chair with nervous energy.

"He really is skittish! I don't think we've ever had someone react so strongly to the change," Ron pointed out, speaking as eloquently as one could when their lips and nose were extending away from their face. "Sure hope he calms down, or he won't last long when the real fun begins..."

It was hard to believe that he could have such a thought, but James was actually finding himself attracted to the way that Ron spoke of 'fun,' despite knowing that he was a straight male. Whatever poison was placed in his drink, it wasn't just messing with his body, but his mind, as well, and James didn't know of any way to fight it, even as he slammed his paws down on the table and glared at Jeffery.

"Tell me how to stop this."

"Too late for th-

" NOW, JEFFERY!"

"If you'd let me finish," Jeffery huffed, "It's too late for that. The stuff is already in your system...you just have to let it run the course, and then, you'll be back to normal...whatever normal is for you."

"I'm pretty sure that being part dog isn't normal," James commented, "And...I know that I've never been into dudes before..."

"You'll get used to that," Jeffery replied. "In fact, in a few moments, I think you'll be very thankful for that fact."

The idea of being gay on a whim didn't sit well with James, who was still reeling to the point that he wondered if he was going to be sick, but it was getting harder and harder to focus on the feeling of his unusual nausea. There were so many other concerns running through his mind that he nearly forgot about his stomach twisting and turning, and the fact that he was getting ready to throw himself across the table and pounce Jeffery to the floor was perhaps the most concerning thought of all.

Sure, we've been friends since we were kids, but...I'm not into him like that! I'm not into any guys like that! I...I just...kinda want him to fuck m-...no! Stop that! Why are you thinking that way?!

Covering his eyes and setting his forehead in his palms, James did everything that he could to drown out the unusual thoughts, but it wasn't doing any good. He couldn't explain where they were coming from, and worse still, some kind of scent was spreading into the air, and it only seemed to make the thoughts worse, as James watched the humans around him slowly turning into upright canines.

"I...I can smell you guys..."

"Of course you can," Jeffery replied. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying that smell quite a bit!"

James wasn't aware of the pheromones that his body was forcing into the air. He didn't know that he was surrounded with the scent of larger, stronger males, and that it was feeding directly into the confusing thoughts that were taking control of his mind.

Afraid to leave the house, and figuring that calling the police wouldn't do him a whole lot of good, James found himself trapped between two unpleasant options: continue trying to fight the changes taking place in his body and mind, or run right along with them, and do the next thing that felt natural in his new thought process.

"Are you enjoying it, James? Have you figured it out yet?"

The scents filling his nostrils, the changing colors of his environment, the fur growing upon his flesh...all of those things paled in comparison to the overpowering signals of need that were coming from every corner of James' mind.

Acting purely on those budding instincts, James jumped right up onto the table, dove across it and pounced Jeffery to the ground, nearly flipping the playing surface over, and scattering cards and chips to the floor, completely ruining the game for the time being.

Rather than greeting James with frustration at the mess that he caused, Jeffery greeted him with a welcoming kiss. Their muzzles, still taking a final shape as the slow transformation drew to a close, met with an exchange of mutual passion, and James, for his first truly canine act, let out a high-pitched whimper of need, as if he didn't know the secret to abating his lust.

"Easy, boy. I know it's your first time, but if you're too eager to get started, you're gonna get hurt...trust me."

As human intelligence mingled with animal instinct, James whimpered a little bit louder and tilted his head. He was having trouble keeping control of his actions, and he pecked at Jeffery's lips once more as he tried to convey the uncontrollable affection that he felt.

It may have all been the result of chemically tainted semen in the bottom of James' drink was the reason for his change, and for the deeper shift in his mental capacities, but Jeffery still took the affection as genuine, as he gestured with a clawtip over to Isaac and Ron. Each now more canine than human, they stood up from their seats and each hooked an arm under James.

"Rrr...rowr?" James growled curiously as he was stood upright. Jeffery stood up in front of him and dusted off his shirt, though he let out a groan of dissatisfaction; he had a tendency to forget just how difficult it was to move his shirt around with the layer of fur resting underneath of it.

Tugging the shirt up and over his head, prompting another reach from James, Jeffery took a step back as the other two males kept him restrained. "Try to keep a hold of your human thoughts, James. I don't want you going feral on me..."

The sight of not flesh, but fur was startling for James, even if he was able to guess that such a thing might be present. The last patches of exposed skin were filling in with a full, healthy layer of the same fluffy material as Jeffery hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his jeans, and while his human shame and doubt were subdued, James honed his eyes right in on the sight, suddenly all too eager to get a glimpse of what Jeffery was working with.

"I think he's a lost cause," Isaac teased. "No way he's coming back from the twilight zone, if you ask me..."

Jeffery rolled his eyes. "You seem to say that about every new recruit we bring to poker night," he pointed out, as the buckle of his belt came undone. Though it was just the chemicals thinking for him, James was sure that Jeffery was going to be packing an impressive length, and he was curious to get a look at it...though, at first, he was denied the sight, not by a blindfold or other cover, but by the anatomical change on Jeffery himself.

A small, bright red tip was just barely sticking out a sheath, surrounded by a field of thin, peach fuzz fur. Swollen orbs were still contained within a sack beneath it, but they were a bit closer to the shaft, and the tight skin around the same provided an outline that James couldn't possibly miss.

The human part of his mind was popping up again, just in time to keep him from trying to break free to steal his first ever taste of a cock, and a canine one, at that.

"You should really give him a second chance, Isaac. He looks ripe for the taking, to me," Ron argued, as he slipped an open paw down over the smooth, soft fur upon James' back. Easily the largest of the three dogs, Ron was now completely transformed into a German Shepherd, and he acted as the muscle of the group, as Isaac slacked on his duties to keep James in place.

A large and lazy malamute, Isaac was barely holding onto James anymore. His thoughts were already turning to the fun that he was going to have on James' maiden voyage, and with another quiet whimper, the last inches of his muzzle finally came to a full, defined form, and fur surrounded the last bits of exposed flesh.

James was no longer a slightly overweight human, but a hefty, fluffy shiba, staring up at the taut, powerful rottweiler that was once his best friend, Jeffery.

"If Isaac doesn't improve his attitude, I say we force him to work the camera," Jeffery teased. There was no camera in the room to begin with, and Isaac rolled his eyes at the prospect as James' shirt was eased off of his body, with some assistance from the other two canines. "James...how are you feeling? Do you think you're ready for the best part of poker night?"

It seemed that consent to the act was important to Jeffery, even if James never consented to being poisoned with the tainted semen in the first place.

All the same, James gave a very slight nod, as the last of his human shame struggled to keep control of a wild, animal lust. "I...I've already come this far, right? Might as well go all the way, if I'm gonna..."

"I just knew you'd come around to the idea eventually!" Jeffery cheered, as he made a quick gesture to Isaac and Ron. They released the shiba, and with all of the same aggression that he carried before, James pressed himself into Jeffery once more. Their bodies met in the center of the wide, spacious den, and though the cock of the rottweiler was sticking further and further out of his dark, black sheath, James was still trapped within his jeans; a situation that Jeffery wouldn't allow to stand for much longer.

Thick, sharp claws gripped tightly onto James, digging deep trails into his fur before they settled at his waistline. A paw wrapped around the hem of his jeans, and pawtips, showing surprising dexterity, began yanking down at the zipper on the front, as Isaac and Ron stripped in the background, enjoying the show that they were so lucky to be able to see. Clothing was forming a small pool of fabric on the floor, now that fur was taking care of the purpose it once held, and James, once his sheath was exposed, could feel the strange and delightfully unique sensation of his cock growing up and out of the moistened passage.

Stiff from the very nature of his new anatomy, James pressed his hips in tight to Jeffery, who kept his established dominance over the moment and pressed back against his best friend. Overpowering him fairly easily, Jeffery wore a devious smirk as their cocks brushed for the very first time, and James shuddered on his footpaws as he felt their mingled precum spilling back down over his slowly growing shaft.

"I d-don't know how you did this to me," James stuttered, as he leaned his face into Jeffery's shoulder and suckled in a deep breath, "Nnnnf... b-but...I want more..."

Jeffery rested a paw on James' upper back, as if to comfort him in the moment. "You heard him, fellas."

The same paw make a crooking gesture, inviting Isaac and Ron to take their places behind the transformed guest of honor. Ron immediately pinned James between himself and Jeffery, and with a quick, forceful shove, he sent the pair tumbling to the ground, trapping each of them on the floor. Isaac was already on his knees and waiting by the side, as he rubbed and stroked at the soft, delicate fur around his orbs, encouraging his manhood to come out so that he could enjoy the moment to the fullest.

"It's your first night, James...so you get to be in the middle..."

Only hours before, the idea of being sandwiched between a group of males, surrounded by the flesh of their naked bodies and the girth of their cocks would have revolted James.

Now, he was so greedy for the grand finale that he never even thanked Jeffery for his generosity. He was too busy opening his new, fully formed muzzle to let his long, canine tongue slurp forward. He needed to know what a male tasted like, and Isaac was kneeling right next to him, happily waiting to oblige.

It could have been the fact that Isaac was a canine, or perhaps, the chemicals were so strong that James forgot he was ever straight, but he felt a genuine delight to feel the tapered tip of a cock against the flat of his warm, wet muscle. Precum was already drooling from the end, and though James was inexperienced, it didn't dull the sensations at all for Isaac, who happily tilted his head back and let out a moan.

"Something tells me you're gonna settle in just fine," Jeffery commented. He knew that James was struggling to deal with the strength of the lust that he felt, as many others had before when first exposed to the tainted cum. As many drinks as James went through, it was a wonder that he wasn't backing his hips into Ron, but he didn't quite have the instincts necessary to know what to do, in his position.

A drooling, spitting member lined up with James' exposed rump, as Ron was more than happy to educate him in the same.

"He's gonna be awfully tight," Ron suggested, "But...I think he'll take it like a champ..."

James was thankful for the slightly narrower tip of the canine anatomy as it slipped under the cover of his tail and nudged against his pucker. The passage was deliciously tight, and pleasantly warm to boot; it was such a combination that Ron couldn't help giving a quick, jabbing thrust from the hips.

Just bashful enough to want to hide his moans, James winced his eyes shut tight and forced his muzzle onto Isaac, taking more of the splendid shaft than he could actually handle in a foolish attempt to stifle his moans. His hips bucked forward as he was penetrated for the very first time, and Jeffery finally got to enjoy the show as more than a spectator, as the sudden jab left James' cock to slide against Jeffery's own.

Wrapping a paw around each shaft and slowly jerking them, Jeffery laid back, happily pinned beneath the weight of his transformed friend. He was privy to the sight of James struggling not to cough as he suckled down more of Isaac's member, and on the other side, he could see Ron's face twisting up with ecstasy as inch after inch of his flesh was buried inside of the guest of honor, aided by the simply impressive amount of precum that drizzled from the tip of his length.

James was like a missing puzzle piece that, once found, completed something that had been missing from the lives of everyone around him. Never having made it to a poker game, James had no idea that any of this was coming, and as soon as Jeffery could feel that he was used to his position, canine instinct kicked in all around him...and the foreplay was officially over.

A heavy, swollen sack and the two large orbs within slapped down harshly against James' backside as Ron drove his hips forward, but once he was in as deep as he could reach, his footpaws planted and his hips moved like a piston. A quiet pap pap pap was quick to follow as Ron took James like the dog that he was.

"H-hold him still," Isaac pleaded, as he leaned forward on his knees and gripped James by the long, tall flesh of his ears. Coughing and gagging on the length already, James did all that he could to swallow more of the impressive, thick member, but he was forced to choke on it as Isaac began to pump his hips with all of the same aggression that Ron carried. He might have been even faster, as the tip of his cock brushed and swabbed at the back of James' throat.

It seemed only Jeffery still had any control, though his hips were beginning to pick up speed, as well. "I can tell that...nnnf... that it's t-too much for you," Jeffery admitted, as he watched James' eyes beginning to roll back just slightly. "Don't worry about holding back. Let it all out, buddy..."

Though it was pinned to the side by Ron's advances, the very tip of James' tail continued to wag with excitement. His body had been teased and touched in ways that he'd never known, and though he wasn't so familiar with how canines operated, he was quickly getting the impression that things would be over soon; he could actually feel the moisture building inside of his tailhole as copious amount of precum filled it, and more of the same fluid was dripping from the corners of his muzzle as Isaac nearly drowned him with the stuff.

He couldn't imagine how he would ever handle the actual orgasms when they came, but at the moment, he was a bit more worried about his own, as a hefty, bulbous knot began to emerge from the base of his manhood. Ever his best friend, Jeffery squeezed the bulb and pumped it as thick, sticky semen sprayed out from the tip, and with every beat of his heart, James' cock throbbed in time, forcing a fresh burst of his seed to gush across Jeffery's chest.

"Atta boy...keep it c-coming... do it!" Jeffery cheered on his friend, as the heated ejaculate spilling across his chest sparked his own orgasm. Perhaps inspired more by the excitement than the pleasure, Jeffery gripped James by the wrist and guided his paw to the equal and opposite bulb. Learning quickly, James pumped the knot with eager pawtips, finding the mingled textures of smooth and sticky to be pleasant against his grip. Immediately, streams of cum spilled back over his pawtips, and in exchange for his own mess, Jeffery was coating the chest of his fellow canine, knowing that the cum would likely sink in and stain before James had a chance to do anything about it.

Pinning both of the messy dogs beneath him still, Ron took a hint of mercy on James and gripped the base of his own knot as it emerged, knowing that someone who'd just lost their anal virginity couldn't hope to take the lump on their first try. Gaping and drooling with all of the cum that he'd taken, James' asshole stayed wide and stretched as Ron pulled back and held his member, allowing a cascade of seed to fly across the back of the poker night rookie, even as James gagged in his attempts to swallow the copious amounts of seed that Isaac had to offer.

A wet, sticky mess of cum from three different men, James was coughing up the same as he narrowly avoided having his muzzle knotted by the overly eager Isaac.

"Heh...y-you still with us?" Jeffery asked, as he saw James panting, small streams of white still falling over the edges of his jowls.

James could have been angry. He could have been downright furious, and in reality, he had every right to be, if he was. His body was still shaking and trembling with the efforts of taking a male as gifted as Ron, and with Isaac forgetting to mind his manners, it was lucky that James didn't drown in the flood of mingled seed and precum that he had to struggle through, regardless of how much he found himself enjoying it.

Most people would have been beside themselves with hatred in such a situation.

Under the effects of the tainted seed, however, he did his best to grin and made a show of it, as he opened his muzzle slowly, showing off a small river of cum that stuck to every surface of his maw, before he gulped it down and winked to his friend. "Sorry it took me so long to come around, Jeffery...I'm definitely with you."

**

"Raise to 150."

"Re-raise, 200."

"All-in."

"Ooooh... I...I dunno about that."

Still a terrible mess, without ever wiping the seed out of the carpet, the canines were all seated around the poker table again, sharing a celebratory drink and finally getting the cards underway. If only there had been a cameraman near by, they'd have been able to capture the spitting image of a rather famous painting...as if it had been brought to life in the most sinister of ways.