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The Game

Chapter One

Written by: Nex_Anima_Canis and Nate16

****Nate****

Nate blinked, looking to his friend as he walked into the room. For a big guy, Sam could always surprise the Nate with how quietly could enter a room. Nate hadn't noticed his friend leaning against the door frame until he sighed.

Sitting back up straight, Nate watched him stride over with those long strides he could pull off. He smirked. Sam was always a little bit of a show off.

Leaning into the couch, he watched as Sam took a seat, their stark differences showing up.

Leaning over Nate followed a finger over the grove of the board game in Sam's hands.

"Well, at least it isn't the Game of life," he observed, laughing softly, looking up to Sam. "You know what would be awesome right now... camping."

Relief washed over Sam as Nate begrudgingly offered his approval. Both of them knew it would be impossible to go camping with the rain outside. Unless they wanted to get soaked to the bone, probably have their tent blown completely off in the wind and huddle together like scared animals. However, an idea did strike him.

"We can't go outside," Sam began, "but maybe we can set up the tents downstairs in the basement. I mean, it's not like the real thing but it's close enough, right?" That and Sam was pretty sure he could pump some iron while he was down there. With summer ending, he didn't want to lose any muscle to laziness. He was anticipating seeing the girls again when school started and showing off his guns.

"I tend to forget how much of a child-like innocence you posses..." Nate muttered, laughing quickly after. He could see Sam flexing his arms and already knew the ulterior motive. "Playing a board game is one thing, but setting up forts in your basement is too much like fourth grade.

"And despite the fact it is in fact a board game, this thing looks interesting." He said standing and grabbing the heavy metal case. He held it up with a grin while moving to the middle of the room and set it on the floor.

"I can't even read out the name... where did you get it?" he asked, looking to Sam.

Sam looked a little bashful as he admitted, "My grandpa gave it to me. Said something along the lines of 'It changed my life when I was a kid' and decided to give it to me. Pretty stupid, I know but it's either this or we spend the rest of the night bored out of our skull." Regarding the box, he inclined his head to the side, trying to make out the words. "All I can make out is 'The Game'." Small chuckle sounded out after Sam read out the title.

"I wonder if it's one of those Military brainwashing games, all pro-Military and to 'fight off evils that lie overseas...'" He chuckled, looking around, he found a small latch.

Shrugging, Nate flipped it open, the Game swung up, into the air, landing on its back, the circular paths of the board shown. In the very middle of the paths, a large tile only labeled. 'The End' sat.

"Whoa..." he whispered, a look of excitement sparked in his eyes. "Okay, I changed my mind, this might be fun." He laughed, looking up to Sam. "C'mon 'stud' where's the instructions?" he asked, over emphasized the 'stud' in a patronizing manner, a joke he often played on Sam.

****Sam****

A slight tingle run down Sam's spine as Nate called him 'stud'. He was straight - some would say painfully straight - and while he was okay with people finding him attractive, he just found it disturbing that another man would find him attractive. However, Nate used that nickname often and where once he would have run out of the room screaming, there was just that tingle.

With his large, meaty hands, Sam rummaged through the mess of objects that came with The Game. There were four differently colored piles of cards - one red, one blue, one green and one yellow. There was also what appeared to be some sort of sheet with a big, bold title marking it as an 'Avatar Sheet'. A pile of uninteresting, metal blocks scattered amongst the mess as he picked up the instructions.

"Okay," Sam announced. "It says here that to win the game, we have to get to the center. Each player starts at a different start location. Umm... Start locations are the squares with the big, black dots on them."

He glanced around and found only two start locations on opposite ends of the board.

"It says here that the first thing we need to do is pick up a token" - Sam picked up one of the metal blocks. "Nate, you wanna pick your start point first?"

"Uh, yeah, of course," Nate said, leaning forward, finding his own token, looking at the one of two starting spots, and placed his token there. Looking back to he smiled. "Alright, I guess you take that one then," he said, tapping the other zone.

Looking at the different cards, he picked them up, arranging them on the board into their respective decks and moving them so that they were easy to reach. He noticed there a glass ring-like object. Inside the glass, he could barely make out a few words.

"Set up your Avatar," he read. "Is that what we do first?"

"Yeah... " Sam replied. "It says here that you hold the 'Scryer' in both hands and then answer its questions truthfully. Write your answer and your response on your Avatar Sheet under the column 'Basics'." Then Sam held the instruction manual at arm's length, regarding it curiously before pulling it back to check he had read the sentence right "Then... Then it says the Scryer will create our Avatar for us and fill out the rest of the Sheet... and our tokens are meant to take the shape of the Avatars too... What, are we supposed to carve solid steel or something?"

Nate blinked, taking the sheet. "So, this is a Scryer?" he stated more, and didn't really ask.

Looking over the various simple questions, the desired name, and what was left were different personality traits.

"Well, it's less like a questionnaire, more like a multiple choice..." he chuckled.

Looking over the board, he found a few quill-looking objects. Wondering if they worked, he put the Scryer down, taking a quill to his palm, pressed a line over his skin and a trail of black ink followed.

"Whoa, dude, look, these things work," he laughed, holding up the quill.

Leaning forward, he slowly filled out the sheet.

A smirk crossed his features. "So... From now on, my name is Zen," he chuckled, holding up the page. "Your turn."

Sam scoffed and picked up the quill. "'Zen', huh? Well, I always wanted to be called 'Sol'. You know, like the sun?"

He scribbled down the name on his own sheet before proceeding to fill the rest. He wasn't as fast as his friend and his penmanship was terrible. His parents joked that it came from being hit on the head too many times in football. On that note, he added 'ambidextrous' to his list of traits. Once he was done, he showed Nate - Zen - his sheet.

"Whatcha think?"

****Nate****

Nate grinned, sitting back.

"We filled out a lot of the same things," he noted, putting his sheet on the ground. Smirking, he leaned over to pick up his token, before he gasped, dropping the block back onto the board. "Damn, it's hot!"

The block burned red, to Nate's surprise. The cube start... shifting?

"What in the world?..." he asked, leaning forward as the block shifted, changed before his very eyes, pulling up, pulling in and out, over and over, before it started to take shape.

The torso took shape first - broad and toned - shoulders after, arms slowly filled out with muscule. Legs took shape, but its feet looked... wrong... on that note, so did its hands. They were broad and flat. If anything, they looked like... paws.

Nate blinked, eyes drifting up and the face of a wolf formed where a humans probably should've been.

"Wow..." he muttered, looking over the object, color starting show over the previously gray figure. Jet black, with bright red chest, scruff, paw and tail fur. Blushing when he realized it was.... exposed. Seeing a plump sheath and the fine-sized balls hang under it, he blushed, the size looked very familiar.

****Sam****

Sam made to cry out to Nate when he saw his own token start to glow that same, eerie, red-hot glow. His jaw slowly dropped open as the block of iron began twisting into a new shape. Strong, broad shoulders defined highly by muscles, plump firm pecs that looked like they had been carved from a god and a set of washboard abs instantly made Sam envious.

He scowled slightly upon watching a pair of long, muscular legs form with a distinctive digitagrade stance. Hands tipped by sharp claws slowly followed and broad wolf's features topped the godly body, covered in sleek, white fur. Streaks of gold ran through the white, like bolts of lightning slipping through icy fields. All the streaks pointed - or sprayed out from - a central location nestled proudly between those enormous thighs, was a large, plump, furry sheath with a sack that looked like each of its contents was too big for even this monstrous wolf to hold in a single hand.

Sam grimaced when he noted that the creature's dick looked too big for its sheath, even flaccid there was a small tampering head poking out of that furry tube. He pulled his attention away from the creature's manhood and instead focused on a long, fluffy tail with a golden tip. It was odd... all that fur seemed very real...

****Nate****

Around each neck of the figurines, a collar appeared. Engraved in shining gold read the names "Sol" on the white figure and "Zen" on the red one.

Nate himself, laughed some, looking at Sol more closely. "This guys like a weird Wolf version of you."

He smirked, eyes rested on that package, and he blushed, a stirring in his pants, immediately pulling his eyes away, looking back to his own Avatar, he gasped, unknowingly speaking out. "H-how?"

The Wolf's member rose up against its stomach - tapered, and black- looking almost like it was throbbing, crossing his legs, he looked to Sam. "What now?"

****Sam****

Sam was partially paralyzed. He knew something terrible was wrong as he felt a slight discomfort around his shoulders and a terrible twisting forming in his stomach. It felt like someone had stuffed an egg beater inside him and was scrambling his insides. Part of him felt like he was going to be sick but the other part of him was oddly curious about what was happening.

It was clear this was no ordinary game.

Trying to hide his shaking, he picked up the instruction manual and said, "U - Umm... It says here that we roll the dice to see who goes first..." He noticed the pair of dice and swiped them up. "Then, our Avatars move according to what we rolled. If our Avatar lands on a red square, we pick up a red card, a Physical Card, if it lands on a blue square, it's a Mental Card. A-A green square is the Ability Card, the green cards, and the yellow one is the Action Cards. If we land on a white square, we do nothing. S - S - So..."

He tried to hide his growing moan. The egg beater had been replaced with an injection full of hot fudge. Heat was pushing itself through his entire body, making him start sweating again. The warmth permeated every part of his body forcing his muscles to tense and relax. He could feel them grow ever so slightly bigger with ever cycle.

"So," he said firmly, "I'll roll."

He threw the dice down.

Two threes.

"Six," he announced.

***Nate****

Nate blinked. "Hey there Stud, you alright?" he asked, sitting up, his mind was slightly off of the game, more... worried for his friend, yeah, worried. Slouching closer he could see Sam's pain, then he could feel the warmth pour from him, and a chill ran down his spine. Even his next breath hung on the air.

Looking over the Game, the position of the pieces made his head turn. Over the board were designs, the two start areas were polar opposites. Where the Sol figure stood, a rush of bright warm colors, and where 'Zen' stood, icy blue.

Looking over, he reached up and planted his hand on Sam's large shoulder.

"I'll roll," he said. Suddenly, leaning over, he picked up the dice, rolling it in his palms and dropping them on the board, a thee and a two. "F-five..."

He shivered, his erection snaked up his pant leg, making him gasp, his body felt stiff.

"I - I - I guess I go first," Sam stammered. He picked up the dice again but dropped them almost immediately as pain rocketed up his hand. The pain was quickly replaced by that overwhelming, volcanic heat that spread through his veins.

His eyes bulged in horror as his hand twisted and curled, the fingers becoming wider, slightly stubbier and with pure-white fur sprouting from every pore thick, black, leather pads appeared on his palms and the tips of his fingers as sharp, black claws cut through the skin.

"Oh shit... Oh shit!"

The fur began creeping up his arm as his hand-paw nearly doubled in size.

He desperately began swiping at the fur as if pushing it back towards his hand would help stop it.

"Nate! Help!"

Nate shivered some, when Sam stammered around the words, sighing softly when he reached down and picked up the dice. Nate's vision blurred, he fell back onto his back, curling into a ball, eyes shut tight, coldness enveloping him.

Hands clenched so hard the color drained from them, he couldn't hear his friend, his hearing shot. His ears itched but he couldn't do anything about it. He felt like body was expanding, every slight movement numbed. Eyes opening he let out a gasp. A loud tear as his tight shirt ripped. his senses slowly flowed back, and the first thing he heard was Sam's deep voice.

Sitting up, his looked around, gulping, back winced, his teeth were too long for his mouth, looking down at his arm, the red paw there shocked him, looking over to Sam, seeing the same problem, he crawled closer, resting the paw - his paw - on Sam's changing shoulder.

"It's okay Sol." He whispered. Then gasped, why did he call Sol that?

Because it was his name, right?

****Sam****

Sam realized too late that his cry would go unheard as Nate fell to the ground, curled into a ball. His eyes watered as that terrible yet addictive heat pulsed through every vein in his body, causing him to moan and arch his back. The muscles on his chest ripped through his shirt, leaving it in tatters around him.

His already-tight shorts fell away at the seams, his underwear flicking listlessly in some arbitrary direction. He wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him anymore. He was too consumed with what was happening in him. The heat was filling him with such power, such strength that all he could demand was MORE.

A gasp escaped his elongating lips as his throat thickened with muscle and his lungs grew to compensate for a much bigger build a sense of freedom a release washed over him as he felt his tail sweep out behind him and a wolfish grin split across his face.

He was left panting, grinning and feeling like he had just run a marathon but could go another ten miles.

When Zen told him it would be okay, Sol's grin grew broader and said, "Damn straight it's okay. Let's play."

****Zen****

He watched as Sol's form bulged out. He was taken over by the transition, looking down over himself, he watched the slim muscular build bulge out as fur instantly washed over him like a wave of cold air, making him gasp.

His pants split, tearing out until nothing was left but tatters on the ground, reaching to his face he found it had already pushed out into a Wolfish muzzle, the cold slowly dying down, as he felt over himself, the black and red fur suited him.

A evil sly smirk spread over his muzzle.

His feet tore through his socks, covered with fur and expanding with his paws. A tail tore away the underwear, revealing his arching long erection. He felt he should blush, but it felt right not covering himself. He leaned forward, tail wagging slowly. "I agree... Let's get this show on road Sol... get to rollin'."

****Sol****

Sol snatched up the dice once more, grinning from furry, white ear to furry, white ear. He dropped the dice directly onto his chest, gleefully watching them bounce down his pecs and roll over his rock-hard abs. The split where his this manhood sat, rolling right between his legs. A four and a three.

"Seven," he announced.

With one, massive paw he reached over to his Avatar but froze when the miniature version of him took a life of its own and strode seven steps proudly, landing on a Yellow Tile. "Huh... An Action," Sol said, grinning.

He wished it would be something along the lines of 'Pump your guns' or 'Flex'. Perhaps a little too eagerly, he swiped up a yellow card and read its contents before registering what it said.

"Kiss another player."

****Zen***

Zen grinned taking a great interest in the dice roll, leaning over as he watched the small red die roll over that delicious chest and stomach. Looking to that big paw when he reached over to move the Avatar, Zen found himself gasping in surprise when it moved on its own accord.

"This board game is awesome Sol..." he commented.

Smirking to the other player, while he reached over to his card, he sat back, and waited for Sol to read out the corny action like "Flaps your arms." Or something equally ridiculous.

When the words rung out, be he didn't register them at first.

"Kiss the other player."

Zen blinked, his mind reeling.

"This game is awesome," he whispered, grinning. "I think I'm the only other player Sol..."

****Sol****

Sol hated to lose. Winning was instilled into him from the very onset of his birth. His father constantly told him, 'Life is made of winners and losers, son. You have to be a winner.' Zen knew. He had been there for most of those lectures.

Every part of him wanted to win but he hesitated since this game was asking him to kiss his best friend! It was like some overly insane version of Truth or Dare! With a soft sigh, he leaned over the board and planted his lips directly onto Zen's.

Part of him wondered why he didn't just kiss Zen's cheek. The card just said 'kiss another player' but not where. By that time, this hit, however, he was already licking Zen's lips, coaxing them to open. Realizing this, he immediately pulled away and let out a small cough.

"Your turn, Zen."

****Zen****

Zen grinned, watching the other, watching him stall, argue with his own instinct. He held his breath when the other moved closer, planting their lips together for the first time. Buried desires slowly popping in his head, thing he didn't like thinking about during their time together. Murring softly, he opened his eyes, blushing softly.

"Lips eh?" He asked, slowly leaning over grabbing the Dice from between Sol's legs, grinning when he leaned over to do so. "How romantic," he teased.

Sitting back, he rolled the dice quickly. The two numbers facing. A six and a three. "Nine."

His Avatar grinning, taking it own stride clock-wise around the board, landing on a Red tile. "Red... what's that again?" He asked with a small growl to his voice.

"Ummm... Physical... I think," Sol answered.

Zen swiped a card from the top of the red pile

"Have the next player in the rolling order change your physical appearance..." he read aloud, looking over to Sol. "That'd be you..."

Sol gave Zen a curious look.

"Huh...?" Sol asked. "What am I supposed to do? Perform surgery on you or something? I guess the better question is what would you want DONE to you?"

"I dunno, this is totally nice..." Zen admitted, looking up to Sol, he drooled al title. "But I've always been smaller then you..."

He spoke slowly, leaning forward with every word. "Make me more like you."

He grinned, placing his paws on the larger wolf's thighs, non-sensual, eyes wide looking up to his friend and waiting for his response.

"So..." Sol began. "You want to lift weights with me or something? Or am I just supposed to say, 'Make Zen as big as me'?"

The instant he uttered those words, Zen felt heat course thought his body and flood straight to the point of contact. Zen gasped, the heat ran through him, making his back arch, paws gripping Sol's thighs. Sol's lupine jaw dropped open ever so slightly as he watched his best friend's body start to expand, tight muscles growing beneath the soft fur and bulging out. Zen's entire frame changed, growing outwards, and upwards, his tongue lolling from his muzzle, arms thickening into mountains until their noses touched, both of them sitting a comfortable 7'2".

Leaning forward and pressing their noses together, Zen was smiling, panting, and fell slightly against the other large wolf.

"Wow..." he chuckled, that heat still coursing through him. "That was nice."

He grinned. Looking down, Zen gasped, it had made him big everywhere blushing he backed up, crossing his legs, not like it did anything. Looking to the Avatar, he was drooling, on his knees, holding the giant shaft between his legs, as big as Sol's. "Your turn!"

****Sol****

Astounded at the change that had occurred, Sol instantly became jealous. He wanted that kind of growth spurt! With any luck, he could get a card that would say as much. He took the dice and threw them to the ground. A two and a one came up.

"Three," he stated, eying his Avatar.

Disappointment flooded him as he noticed that the Avatar would land on a Blue Tile. "That's a Mental Card," he muttered, taking up one of the cards.

This time, he was careful to check exactly what the card said before announcing it to Zen.

"Huh... It says here, 'Have the next player on the rolling order admit their greatest fantasy'." He raised an eyebrow at Zen, a grin slowly crawling onto his face. "That's you, buddy. So what gets you off at night?"'

Zen's eyes went wide, breathing hard, he averted his gaze to the Avatar on the board. Sol noticed Zen's Avatar was grinning and pointing at its own member, as if patronizing him. Zen growled, almost swatting it.

"Well... me, and, another guy, are... in bed, cock to cock... orgasming all over each other..."

He breathed out, looking to Sol. Eyes wide, breathing hard. "H-happy now?" He asked, leaning away some, he looked away, to the Avatar, who cheered.

Sol didn't even realize he had held his breath for a while.

Was... Was Zen... the 'g-word'?

Did that kiss mean... something else?

Panic was starting to set in.

It was only at this point that he realized he was naked with the tip of his all-too-big cock poking out of his sheath. That cold sweat was starting to pour in again. But... But Zen was his best friend. Besides, he said he fantasized about him and 'another guy' right?

There was no way Zen fantasized about him. They were like brothers! Been together since primary school. Accepting this fact, he offered Zen a shaky smile and said,

"Gotta admit... I'm a little surprised there, buddy, but I'm cool with it." He offered Zen the dice. "Your turn."

****Zen****

Zen let out a long since held in breath, leaning forward, he was smiling.

"Whew... oh jeez..." he laughed nervously. "I thought you were gonna throw me out... I mean look at us! People would think we were Aliens or something!"

Reaching out, Zen grabbed the dice from Sol's paw. He stopped, for a moment, the mere touch was... enticing. Looking up to Sol, his hand slid away, turning to board.

He rolled again.

Two, twos.

"Four." he spoke softly.

Watching his Avatar walk, landing on a green tile. "Ability..."

He whispered, leaning forward, picking up the card. Reading carefully, he laughed softly. "Give an ability to the last player to ask, and or do something to you." He looked to Sol, grinning.

"Umm..." Sol began looking a little unnerved. "What are you thinking there, buddy?"

"Oh, nothing, you just looked like you loved growing... being so powerful..." Zen spoke softly. "But you always seemed to enjoy that kiss..." He grinned. "But I'm a good guy, you asked me what I wanted, so I'll play fair, what do you want?"

Sol looked like he had frozen in a block of ice. Zen guessed it would be 'Big and Muscled'. It had to be. His friend was predictable.

"I want wings. I wanna fly, Zen."

That was a surprised and a half but...

"That's a wish I'll grant." His voice was tender, it seemed like a Genuine action. "I want Sol to have wings, to have the ability to fly." He spoke aloud, smiling. Eyes locked with Sol's.

****Sol****

"Hurk!" Sol instantly doubled over as pain shot up his back.

He gave a cry of agony as he felt two, new appendages unfurl around him. Blood rushed into the white, feathery wings as they wrapped around him, giving the sensation of pins and needles. He shuddered as the nerves connected and the pain subsided. Gasping for breath, he instinctively tried to sit up and his wings folded with the gesture.

His heart leapt to his throat upon seeing the white feathers clinging to the appendages and he spread them wide, almost knocking over the lamp as they spread to their full four meter wingspan each.

"Wow, Zen! This is awesome! I can't wait to try them out! I promise you man, next turn, you get anything you want! Anything at all! Just name it!" He vaguely registered that his Avatar had changed to show those white wings.

"I was only repaying the favor," Zen said with a chuckle. He flexed his right arm - the mound grew and stiffened greatly. "They become you... the wings." He said, grabbing the dice.

"Your turn, stud." Sol eagerly took the dice and rolled it.

"Oh yeah! Double six! That's twelve!" His Avatar moved twelve spaces and landed on another Blue Square. He took up the blue card and his spirits instantly died.

"Uh... It says... Um..." He swallowed, glancing up at Zen's eager eyes before turning to him. "H - Have the previous player a - alter y - you're sexual preference... if they so choose..."

****Zen***

Zen gasped softly, reaching for the card, but didn't grasp it, instead, leaned over, and read it in the wolf's paws, looking to him.

"I-... I can't, that's too cruel..."

He breathed out, sitting back beside the White Wolf, looking to board.

He said nothing else.

Not vocally anyway.

His lips mouthed, "Make Sol Gay."

***Sol***

Sol let out a sigh of relief hearing Zen whisper that he couldn't go through with the change.

It must feel terribly lonely having to hide who he was to the world. As Zen shut his eyes tightly and emitted a soft whimper, Sol couldn't help but feel a pang of pity cross him.

Zen was his best friend and it was blatantly obvious that, right now, he needed someone to be with him. Plus, he wasn't that bad looking. Hell, it looked like Zen had jumped right out of one of Sol's bodybuilding magazines covered in fur and with a wolf's head.

He looked pretty damn juicy.

That thought brought all other thoughts to a grinding halt. That... and the fact that Sol could feel his growing arousal. Horror and panic hit him at the same time.

Could it be... Could he actually be...?

But all those girls... All those people he had been with...

A soft whimper escaped him as he came to the crashing realization that there was a reason why he had wanted to coax Zen into kissing him back the first time.

Fear added to Horror and Panic.

But, amidst all those clashing emotions, he realized that the one person he could confide in was sitting right in front of him. Taking a deep breath and with paws trembling, he gently reached over to cup the sides of Zen's face and pressed his lips against his best friend's.

****Zen****

Zen's nose twitched, he could small... arousal?

Not his own. Looking over to Sol - between his legs- that tip pressed out a little more, he gasped.

He'd done it, he hadn't even said it aloud. Sol was attracted to him!

Eyes reaching up to look into his eyes, he was breathing heavily. The White Wolf's eyes were distant, thinking deeply.

Oh noo... Zen thought.

He could see every dot connect in Sol's eyes, seeing the other move, his vision darted to the White Wolf's paw, but it already gripped his cheek, making him gasp softly, looking to his eyes yet against just in time for their lips to meet, eyes shifting closed tightly, a tear ran down his cheek.

His mind was appalled by what he did, but his body, his heart ached for Sol, pressing their lips more together, accepting and returning the kiss, his arms, huge and flexing rested on Sol's hips, pushing himself forward... but slowly pulled away, tears streaking his fur.

He shuddered beneath Sol as their tongues met tentatively. Sol pulled away at first... but slowly pushed his tongue back into Zen's mouth. Instincts seemed to take over as Sol pushed Zen slowly down to the soft, carpeted floor, their bulging, muscular bodies pressing against one another, building heat as their passion rose.

Then, without warning Zen gave a soft, sob and Sol immediately pulled away, confused.

"Hey... What's wrong, buddy? I didn't hurt you did I?"

Zen whimpered. "Oah... how I waited for this..." he whispered.

Reaching up, paw cupping Sol's cheek.

"No... you didn't hurt me..." he said, breathing softly, large chest squeezed between Sol's, rising and falling slowly. "I-... said I wouldn't, said it was cruel, and it is... how could I do this too you... I'll change you back... I promise."

Tears were in his eyes as he looked up to Sol.

Sol surprised him by laughing softly.

****Sol****

He knew what Zen had wanted to do... and truthfully, he wasn't sure if it worked or not. However, what he did know was that, right now, he was gay.

Maybe Zen did change his orientation... or maybe he hadn't.

Now that he thought about it, there must've been a reason why he never had a steady girlfriend, why he preferred the company of guys, particularly hot, sweaty guys and why, even before Zen had supposedly 'changed his orientation', he had kissed Zen's lips instead of just a cheek and even held it there, almost pleading his best friend to kiss him back.

Maybe, all Zen did was just open his eyes. He leaned forward and gently kissed Zen's cheeks, running hit long, flat, hot tongue across the tears and wiping them clean. Slowly, he pulled his lips close to Zen's large, triangular ears and whispered,

"Who says you changed me?"

He wrapped his arms around Zen's wide, muscular torso, relishing the touch of the iron-like corded muscles against his own.

"Besides, I think I've got a pretty good idea who that guy you were fantasizing about was."