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Ted finally logged off for the night, stretching stiff muscles. His guild had made good progress in the latest raid, but it was already past midnight. His bed was calling to him. Before heading to it, he ran one last scan through his email and messenger apps. He was just about to close his last app when he noticed that someone in chat had shared a store link.

The post said that Nume Undies was doing a line of underwear based on the classic RPG archetypes. The tiger looked at the message. He'd heard that Nume did a quality product, so he gave into his curiosity and clicked the link. Sure enough, there were three types of underwear: fighter, a minimalist jockstrap going for a loincloth look; rogue, a sleek pair of boxer briefs with a generous pouch for storing your loot the ad quipped; and the mage, a slinky brief in a purple silk.

Ted giggled. They were pretty neat, and probably worth getting. He imagined that Reggie and John would be interested in them as well. Likely Reggie as the fighter, John as the rogue, and himself as the mage. Ted was glad that he had such friends, and clicked on the sizes that he and his friends wore. He chuckled again, shut his computer down, and headed to bed with a swish of his tail.

Several days later, the tiger found a package in his mailbox. He smiled and brought the box into the house. John and Reggie weren't home, so he dropped his prize on the kitchen table and ran a claw over the tape. That done he pulled the contents out and inspected them.

The Fighter jockstrap was the smallest of them: a wide brown waistband and pouch with a cover that made it look like a barbarian loincloth. Printed yellow circles imitated studs on the band and the leg straps. The cover was printed to look like chain mail links, completing the "armored" look. Ted giggled--Reggie wasn't exactly a fitness nut, but he did like jockstraps. The ram would enjoy having one that was this nerdy.

Next to it was the Thief, the largest of the set. As Ted had noted on the website, it was a boxer brief with a very large pouch. On John, they would probably reach mid-thigh. They were black, with a pattern that made them look like leather armor. They'd contrast nicely with the fox's orange-red fur.

And finally, there was the Mage: the tight fitting purple briefs that had caught Ted's eye. They appeared to be silk, with designs of magical charms on the hips and an odd red circle on the back. Ted couldn't figure out what that design was about. It didn't look like a charm, but he couldn't think of what else it could be. The tiger's ears twitched as he considered his new acquisitions.

There was an urge growing in him to try them on right now, but he resisted it. He wanted Reggie and John to be here first, so they could put them on together. They'd all been friends and housemates long enough that their friendship allowed casual nudity, even though none of them were really interested in the others. Ted picked the garments of the table, put them back in the box and went about his day. His friends wouldn't be back until dinner time, and he wanted to get all the housework done so that the evening could be devoted to their trying on silly undergarments and gaming.

"So what are you all excited about?" Reggie asked after dinner.

They had gathered in the living room, Ted in a recliner while Reggie and John occupied the couch. Ted smiled and produced the Nume package as he leaned in over the coffee table. He set the contents out as he explained where he had gotten them. John laughed.

"That's awesome. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that you learned our sizes from doing the laundry."

"Well, yeah. I thought it would be fun."

"What that we go on a 'quest' in just our underwear like we were cubs again?" Reggie laughed.

"I can think of worse ways to spend an evening," Ted replied, his ears folded back in mock indignation.

"I can too," John said. He leaned forward over the coffee table, his tail wagging happily. "Shall we try these on right now?"

"Why not?" Ted asked.

Reggie sighed, but reached for the jockstrap. "You just want to see my ass."

"Seen it," the tiger reminded him.

"It's a nice ass," John said. While they had never really discussed sexual orientation in their little group, the fox was the only one among them that had ever really expressed any non-heterosexual tendencies.

They all stripped without saying another word, and paused for a moment before they pulled their new garments to themselves. Ted inspected them all.

Reggie was a slightly pudgy ram with gray fleece that contrasted nicely with the brown of the jock. John was a fairly lean fox with just a hint of a tummy to him. And then there was Ted himself, a muscular tiger honed from weekly trips to the gym. He chuckled as Reggie tried to cover himself.

"Maybe I'd be a better fighter," he said as he flexed, jokingly showing off his muscles.

"There's more to being a fighter than just muscles," Reggie huffed.

"Damn you got me a big pouch," John remarked with a swish of his tail. "Just how much 'loot' do you think I have?"

"Hey, it's not about the size of your loot. It's how you use it, right?" Ted asked with a playful flick of his own tail. "I mean, I don't have the biggest 'staff' either but I get by just fine."

"Out of all the things I thought I'd be discussing today," Reggie snorted. "Talking about the size of your dick was not one of them."

"And the evening is still young," John put in as he undid the Velcro on the waistband over the tail hole on his briefs. "Shall we?"

He got twin nods of assent and they all stepped into their new underwear at the same time. They giggled at the silliness of the situation, but then posed for each other. John rubbed his hips and wagged as he thanked Ted for the gift. Reggie kept adjusting his, as if he was still trying to cover himself more: but he also thanked the tiger. Ted smiled and posed, showing off his purple clad loins.

"So what kind of quest should we go on?" The tiger asked jokingly.

He didn't get an answer, at least in words. All three of them gasped simultaneously as the sensations hit them. Ted's eyes went unfocused as his body went numb. Before that could trouble him, a comfortable warm sensation spread through him. A moan escaped his muzzle, and he heard similar sound from both his friends as well. The sensation spread from his hips and through his entire body before fading slightly. Then he shuddered as he felt himself getting aroused. The briefs felt tight as his shaft emerged unbidden from his sheath. Ted moaned as an electric tingling sensation went through him. Then things began to happen.

He heard whispers fill his head, a voice that sounded almost like his own. His own thoughts slowed, his mind going quiet. All that was left was the voice and the whispers.

He felt a swelling deep in his stomach, as if he was inflating like a balloon. He looked down to see that his stomach, once completely flat, was expanding. Not massively, but it was now very prominent. But at the same time, he felt lighter. He looked at his chest and his arms to see the muscle definition in them fading. For a fleeting moment he was terrified at watching his work vanish, but the voice whispered that his magical studies took too much time and did not allow much time for physical exertion. He questioned that, wasn't he a... no that was right, he was a mage. A mage who was very attentive to his studies, but could keep up with his fighter and rogue companions. The stripes began to fade from his fur, followed by the orange. A voice filled his mind, telling him was a good mage, a powerful mage, a chubby mage. A red dot appeared in the fur on top of his head then slowly pushed out away from it, forming a ball at the end of an antenna. His tail shrunk and flattened. The new moogle giggled as he felt the pressure of his wings pushing out of his back.

The Mage had sat down in the intensity of his emergence, and now stood back up. He felt a tug on his ears as they grew to their proper size and flopped over. He studied himself: a chubby moogle with well-maintained white fur, muscular legs, thin arms, small wings, his pom, a tiny pointed hat, and his "robes." The floor seemed closer, as if he had lost some height. Something was missing though. He couldn't place it with the voice in his head whispering new thoughts about how to be a proper mage to him.

The Mage looked down past his belly at the modest tent in his robes. Of course, that was it. What kind of mage would he be without his staff? He chuckled and purred as his energy gathered in his loins. A tingling sensation filled them as the fabric of his robes pushed further away from his body. He sighed contentedly as he reached a properly sized staff that any mage would be proud to own. He looked up at his companions.

The Fighter had undergone drastic changes. Gone was the average sized chubby ram: in his place was a massive, heavily muscled rhinoceros. His biceps looked to be about the size of the moogle's head and his legs down to his hooves looked like tree trunks. The Fighter towered over the Mage, a wall of gray muscle that could overcome any physical challenge. The Mage's eyes traced down the massive pectorals and chiseled abs to The Fighter's loincloth. It covered his main weapon--barely. From the massive bulge, the rhino clearly carried a two handed weapon, with huge orbs behind it. He had no sheath for such a mighty weapon--The Mage could see it hanging free as it strained against the fabric of his armor.

A purr brought the moogle's eyes around to The Thief. Gone was the average sized fox: instead he was a tawny spotted margay- lean and lithe, with a frame that would allow him to pass as a male or female depending on the need. If one ignored the large bulge in his armor. While not as large as The Fighter or The Mage's weapon, The Thief's dagger was nothing to sneer at as it pressed against its confines, and the outline of The Thief's balls made it clear that he had plenty of loot stashed away already. His thick cylindrical tail swished behind him. The Mage's attention was also caught by his large paws, which clearly could handle a great deal of treasure.

He nodded at his companions. The Fighter flexed his muscles and posed. The Thief dropped into a crouch and licked his lips as he studied his companions and their assets. The Mage giggled and flapped his wings: while they were very small compared to his frame, with a little moogle magic, they were sufficient to allow him to hover and give his companions a good look at him. It was natural for them to show off to each other: after all, they were companions in every sense of the word.

"Are we ready for the new quest?" The Fighter rumbled.

"I'm not so sure," The Mage said. "That is new armor isn't it?'

"Yes."

"Well, I think we should try it out."

"Why?"

"It looks like it might be weak against certain attacks," The Mage replied. "Like... Penetrating attacks."

"And what would a mage know about penetrating attacks?" The Fighter snorted.

"Oh, I think I can come up with a proper test."

The Mage reached down and dropped his robes, allowing his staff to fully emerge from his sheath. The Fighter's eyes went wide and The Thief whistled in admiration of The Mage's staff. It was a similar size to The Fighter's weapon, which made it look even bigger on The Mage's smaller frame. It ended in a blunt, rounded, pinkish head and featured no knots or barbs--very much like The Fighter's.

"That does look like an excellent penetrating weapon," The Fighter admitted. His own weapon had sprung to attention, showing just what he thought about it.

"That's settled then," The Mage snapped his fingers and a vial appeared on the table. "We'll make sure you are ready for any combat situation."

"Yes," The Fighter grunted as he uncapped the vial. "Best to be prepared."

He poured an amount of the contents into his paw before bending over and presenting his muscular rump to The Mage and The Thief. They murmured in approval as The Fighter spread his cheeks as smeared lube over his tail hole before sliding one of his thick fingers inside. The rhino moaned as he twirled his finger to stretch himself. The Mage smiled and produced another vial of lube and polished his staff as the Fighter prepped himself. The Thief watched, a bulge forming in his armor.

By the time the rhino had prepped himself, the moogle had flapped over behind him and begun to grind his staff against The Fighter's ample backside. The rhino snorted and groaned in appreciation.

"I think I found a crease in your armor," The Mage teased.

"No. It'll take anything you've got," the rhino declared.

"We'll see," the moogle said. "We'll have to make sure it's not vulnerable to backstabbing."

With that, he pressed the tip of his staff against The Fighter's tail hole and swished his hips to rub against the ring before he slid into the opening. The Fighter gasped and shuddered as he was entered. The Mage giggled and groaned himself as he slid deeper into the rhino's warm inviting depths.

"It seems to be holding up so far."

The Thief watched as The Mage began to test The Fighter. The moogle stood on the table to properly align himself with the taller rhino's rear. The Fighter stood up as The Mage thrust into him and wrapped his arms around the rhino's barrel chest. He grasped the moogle's paws in his own as he shuddered and moaned. The spotted cat licked his nose again as he studied The Fighter's weapon straining against the confines of his armor, throbbing in time with each of The Mage's thrusts. A dark wet spot appeared and began to spread over the loincloth. The Thief stealthily moved in front of the rhino with ease--the bigger male didn't notice him until he felt paws on his hips and the light touch of the margay's tongue on the tip of his spear.

"What. What. Are you. Doing?" The Fighter panted as he looked down at The Thief.

The Thief didn't respond with words at first, instead he pulled down the rhino's armor, exposing his throbbing shaft and hooking the waistband under his massive balls. The margay nuzzled the giant gray orbs, reveling in the musky scent rolling off them before he gave them a lick. Behind the rhino, The Mage chuckled and leaned against The Fighter as he picked up his pace. The Thief reached up and took a firm but gentle hold of the rhino's sac. Even his large paws could barely contain them. He looked up at The Fighter.

"Such a heavy coin purse," he purred. "It must be such a burden to carry that much. I think I'll lighten it for you."

With that, he licked the fighter's spear before taking into his muzzle. The Fighter moaned as the margay took more of his thick shaft into his maw. The Thief purred as he worked the weapon, savoring the feeling of it as it twitched and throbbed against his tongue. He kept his head still and allowed The Mage's thrusts to push the rhino spear into his muzzle. The Fighter groaned and whimpered in pleasure at all the attention while The Mage panted and increased his pace again.

"Mmmm. Going. To see. How much you can take soon," The Mage said.

"I can take. Oh. Ah. Anything you've got," The Fighter moaned. "And this. Oh. Thief is about to get it."

The Thief chuckled and fondled the rhino's balls as he bobbed on the rhino's cock. His own armor was straining to hold his dagger in, and he could feel it moisten with his enjoyment of stealing from his companion. They continued: The Mage thrusting quickly, The Fighter panting and moaning, and The Thief sucking. Finally, The Mage groaned and thrust hard into The Fighter pushing the rhino's spear all the way into The Thief's muzzle. The Fighter moaned and shuddered as his spear throbbed and spurted into the margay's maw. The cat sucked it down happily, purring the whole time.

The Mage chuckled as The Thief finally released The Fighter's spear. He slipped his staff free of the rhino's rear. The Fighter groaned a final time as he released the moogle's paws and reached down to scratch the margay's ears.

"I guess you were right. Your armor could stand it," The Mage said as he rubbed The Fighter's backside.

"Told ya," the rhino chuckled. "And I never thought it would be so pleasant to be robbed."

The Thief gave his orbs a final lick. "I can be quite persuasive. Now that we are prepared, shall we quest now?"

"Not quite," The Mage smirked and traded a look with The Fighter.

Before The Thief could move, the rhino lunged and pinned him to the floor. The cat let out a startled cry as The Mage flapped up to him. The moogle stuck a paw under the waistband of his armor and pulled it down to reveal The Thief's barbed dagger. The Fighter grunted in admiration.

"It seems someone needs their own purse lightened a bit first..."

***

Ted yawned and stretched. He looked around and jumped as he realized he wasn't alone in his bed: Reggie was lying next to him. From the snores coming from beside the bed, John was sleeping in the room as well. For a moment, this felt wrong to him. But his mind settled down as he remembered this was normal. He lay back down.

They were friends, companions after all. It was normal for companions to love each other. The tiger smiled and looked over at the laundry basket. The RPG undies from Nume lay on top of the pile, obviously in need of washing. He chuckled as the memories of what they had done last night returned to him.

He couldn't wait for their next play session.