FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Game

Chapter Three

Written by Nex_Anima _Canis and Nate16

****Nate****

The sounds of sizzling echoed through the empty house. The sound easily pierced the darkness of the basement. Light cascading from the ground floor illuminated the stairwell, but not much more. The sound lost its fight in the tangles of the dark basement, being over taken by soft breathing.

Nate slept peacefully, the hours of yesterday playing in his dreams on repeat. Slowly he rolled over to grip the mountain of flesh that used to be his best friend only to fall on his chest, the cold side of the small twin sized bed becoming awfully apparent.

Waking from his slumber, Nate opened his eyes opening to find himself alone in the twin sized bed he usually slept in alone when he stayed at Sam's house. But last night had been much different than any other time he'd spent in his best friend's abode.

Rolling onto his back he sighed dejectedly, reaching to the bedside lamp in the underground gym and flicking it on to banish the darkness. Eyeing the room, there were no signs of Sam... Nate slowly pushed himself up, breathing softly. The bed he'd been lying in smelled insanely like both of them... and male sex.

Since when could he distinguish sex between males?

He sighed. It wasn't important.

Looking to the unopened, discarded duffel bag he signed once more. Moving forward to grab the bag, he noticed a black card on the edge of then bed. He twisted the path of his hand, gripping the card instead.

It reminded him of one of the cards from the Game but it was black and lined with gold... Turning it over, there stood the haunting picture of a demon... wrapped in thick belts like a mummy. Some of the belts were black, some brown, most were red, and all were studded with black metal. One eye was covered by the leather, the other was left exposed and a piercing red.

Many of the belts hung from the creature's shoulder, splaying out like an array of wings, bowing gracefully in a large white spotlight. Words in stark white were printed beneath the dark, demonic creature.

"One thing to call your own."

Where had it come from?

Had... Sam left it?

He needed to know. Slipping from the moist and damp bed, he quickly placed the card in the bag, pulling on a small pair of briefs. The bulge he made in them was obscene.

He chuckled and shook his head. It didn't matter right now.

Running to the stairs, he finally heard the sizzling, and could smell the cooking. Grinning, he ran up the stairs into the kitchen.

Sam flipped the omelet he was making and Nate waited patiently as he finished cooking. His friend looked nervous. Dressed in only a pair of boxers and a singlet, he was looking exceptionally stunning in the morning sunlight. When he turned, Sam gave Nate a shaky smile.

"Morning... Hope bacon and eggs are okay? I'm not much of a cook"

Nate was speechless, a grin plastered on his face as he took a seat against the kitchen counter.

Sam gave him the breakfast, his hands shaking.

"Hey... Um... Can we talk a sec? About you and me?"

Nate blinked, staring at the plate, he'd seen Sam shake before, hell, he'd been the one to send shivers up his spine for the past twenty-four hours. Taking a bite from the delicious omelet, he paused and looked to Sam, moving close to that shaking form with worried eyes. He gazed into Sam's eyes, hand reaching up to slip to the back of his neck.

"What's there to talk about?" he asked with concern.

Sam instantly pulled away and gulped loudly.

"This," he answered. In a single, deft moment, he pulled his singlet off before proceeding to slip off his boxers.

The cool, morning air brushed against the white fur that lightly coated his large pecs that also ran down the middle of his abs to make a snow-white treasure trail and ended in a large, plump, canine cock that had a red point poking out of the sheath like the member was too big for the sheath itself.

****Sam***

"I don't know what happened, Nate... But when I woke up this morning... I was like this! I was just wondering if you...?"

Nate gasped softly and ran a hand through that all-too alien fur, grinning and brushing over those soft, yet firm abs. Sam shivered at the touch.

"You even put on a few pounds right here," he smirked, tapping Sam's lower abdomen softly before his hand cupped those heavy balls. "D-damn Sam... you're a beast."

Grinning. He shook his head slowly. "No... well."

Nate seemed to appraise himself. There was a little more definition there like he was filling out his build. "I guess I'm... a little better looking, and.... this." His hefted up that obscene bulge that Sam was trying hard not to notice.

"Damn it, Nate!" Sam growled, pushing his friend away and stepping back. "Don't you see what the Game is doing to us!? It's turning us into freaks!"

He was appalled that Nate found his changes at all appealing. He was becoming less and less human and more, as Nate said, a beast. He didn't want that.

"Last night was fun, Nate, but this is seriously messed up! What will people say? What will our parents say when they see us like this!? Whatever that game is, we have to find a way to reverse the changes!"

Nate sighed.

"I couldn't tell with the Singlet on," he argued softly.

He moved forward again, regaining the ground Sam had pushed from him. "Look, I think you look fine, sexy even... but maybe I have a bias. You could be a monster and I'd still feel the same way.

"I'll stand by your choice, and, you know I'll help you get back to normal..." he said in a genuine whisper.

Sam sighed and took another step away from Nate.

"Thanks, champ. I appreciate it. But... can we try and not be so intimate right now? I mean, for all you know, it's the sex that's turning us into this." He gestured at his own body. "I mean, we were pretty shameless when in the Game and maybe being more and more like those characters affects us here."

He shook his head in defeat "I just don't know... All we can really do is open up that Game again. Maybe read the instruction manual all the way this time."

"I doubt it's the sex Sam..." Nate responded. "That doesn't make a whole lotta sense... logically anyway, it's probably because you lost." A small smile crept onto his lips that Sam didn't really like.

Sam bristled at the mention of him losing. He hated losing and he refused to believe that it was because of his loss that he was now being punished with these grotesque transformations.

"Whatever," he growled, picking up the Game from where it sat on the floor. He set it down in front of them and opened it up.

The game board had changed drastically as had the positions of the pieces. The tiles were no longer slowly spiraling in towards the central, glass dome but more like twisting around each other in countless, square loops. Their pieces had also been moved but remained standing on the tiles.

Neither Sol nor Zen were standing on the same tile anymore but it seemed they were the same distance away from the central dome as they had been when they last left off.

He picked up the instruction manual and the dice.

"Hmm... Doesn't say anything here about what happens if you lose, Nate. It does say when two pieces land on the same tile, they get to duke it out like we did last night. If other players are present, we can pick teams or sometimes, it might be 'all-against-one'. It's random."

He looked up at his friend. "You ready for this?"

"Ready for what? Seeing you turn into a 'monster', Definitely."

Nate grinned, climbing onto the Kitchen stool and started eating the breakfast prepared for him earlier. Sam could sense his friend's eyes on him and knew Nate was greedily anticipating the changes that would overcome him. Not that he really minded. He loved being watched and being watched by Nate... well... It was pretty arousing. Problem was, he knew Nate had some ulterior motive.

Sam shuddered as he felt his entire body start to shift as the Game began once more.

The light dusting of white fur on his chest thickened and began coating his entire body. With the fur grew muscle and he groaned as his frame changed in shape and size. He gently dropped the dice and the instruction manual as his hands and feet twisted into their new and oddly familiar shape. His tail sprang out from behind him in tandem with his wide, feathered wings.

He could help but let out a soft 'oh' of sheer pleasure and release as his face twisted back into that lupine shape. A heavy shudder ran across his entire body, shaking the last vestiges of his human half away.

With a shaky grin, he regarded Nate. "Heh... Sol's back," he muttered.

****Nate****

"Just in time..."

Nat, taking the last bite of the bacon he had been eating, slipped from the chair and shuddered as his feet touched the ground, fur already moving across his form. His happy trail getting thicker, and longer. Shivers spread like a wild fire up his body. Bracing himself against the kitchen counter, he watched his feet growing out, bones cracking and moving as he gained height. Breathing hard, he took a step forward on new feet, walking as the transformation trailed his form, muscles filling out, defining, then growing more as he grew larger. The last to shift was his human face, which only grinned widely as the lupine muzzle formed, then covered with fur, ears moving, horns swooping back.

"Mnn...and here's Zen," he said, grinning mischievously to Sol.

Sol looked like he was fighting his inner instincts which only drove Zen's predatory nature further. The winged wolf picked up the dice and rolled them shakily.

"Seven," Sol announced.

The white wolf's Avatar stepped forward seven spaces and landed directly on a red tile.

Sol picked up the red card and read its contents aloud. "'Alter the physical appearance of the person next on the rolling order.'"

He glanced up curiously, eyes roving Zen's large, muscular, devil-like body and felt a slight grin across his face.

"Hey, Zen, whatcha think of completing the whole 'devil theme' you got going on there?"

Zen growled softly. "What's that suppose to mean?" he said, feigning annoyance, all so he could lean over to the white wolf, taking in his scent. "Mnnn, it's your call in the end... go for it."

In one breath, Zen heard Sol say, "Give Zen a devil tail," before he pulled away and positioned himself on the other side of the kitchen counter.

Zen physically shivered, his want for Sol only grew stronger when he moved. Like that Aura was a drug that only meant to draw you closer... His tail fluttering some as the stands of hair fell from it, and landed on the floor, feeling the cool air on the appendage, he gasped, moving it over as it extended out further, and further.

"Oh my... feels kinda good... like stretching out stiff muscles." he laughed, as scales slid from the skin, the point starting to morph into a long deadly looking spike.

He eyed Sol with lust, reaching out to grab the dice, shaking it in his paw, before he dropped it over the board.

He read out the five and three.

"Eight."

The Avatar moved, landing on a red tile. Zen leaned over, picking it up, and grinned devilishly, which must've looked almost picture-like to Sol as the long Devil's tail moved and curled behind Zen.

Sol looked terribly nervous about that smile and bunched his muscles, getting ready to leap away should Zen pounce on him. It was no secret Zen was horny. Hell, Zen could smell his mate was too but, like a scared puppy, the winged wolf was fighting the Game.

"So... What's it say?" Sol asked, hiding the shaking in his voice.

Zen leaned forward, flipping the Card around. "Give you or the last person who changed you, or yourself, double their mass," he read out, his feral grin wide. "And I choose you Sol."

****Sol****

Sol's eyes bulged as he felt an overwhelming surge of power and heat flood through his veins. He couldn't help the moan that poured from his muzzle as his muscles flexed and relaxed, growing in size with the action.

Thick, juicy veins pulsed beneath his soft, short, white fur and he staggered back as the heat overcame his senses. His legs gave way beneath him as they ballooned in size, his already thick thighs rivaling tree trunks and lengthening to match his growing, muscular stature. Shoulders already broad from football became gargantuan and he shuddered as a once-proud six-pack evolved into a stunning, eight-pack. His tongue dropped out of his muzzle, panting and with every breath, he felt himself grow. Wings that were once large enough to cocoon himself and Zen grew to perhaps encompass another person.

The transformation ended but the heat didn't.

"Ugh..." he murmured, feeling oddly dizzy. Staggering to his feet, he barely swiped at the dice, bringing a two and a one. His Avatar moved three spaces to a green tile. His big, meaty hand held the card easily in two fingers.

"Damn you, Zen..." he snarled.

Then he read the card "Um... Give one other player - not yourself - any ability they desire." Sol collapsed onto his thick, muscular rear and threw the card aside. "Zen... Just pick your ability and roll already. I'm feeling -really- weird right now..."

He heard a lustful growl and hungry eyes over his frame. Zen was licking his lips as Sol tried to overcome the dizziness that was threatening to make him lose his short breakfast. His body felt great, so full of power, strength and warmth but his mind was blurry and he felt like he was swimming through a thick haze.

"Any Ability huh?" Zen asked, walking around the table, scooping up the dice. "I want to be able to change my shape, become a shape shifter... but first."

He murred out, looking back to Sol. He placed the dice back on the table.

"Damn me huh?" he asked with a grin.

A grin that Sol could see through his dizziness. A grin that sent his heart plummeting.

Zen sat on his huge firm abs, grinning, paws reaching down to feel every valley and mound his upper body had to offer. Sol felt his friend leaning closer and closer, grin wide and mischievous. "So, gonna grant my second wish... 'stud'?"

Still fighting that light-headed feeling, he softly murmured, "Give Zen the ability to shape shift," before he could no longer maintain his balance and toppled over on his broad, muscular back, staring at the ceiling.

The impact didn't even hurt him. Slowly, the blood was rushing back into his head, very slowly returning clarity to him.

"Wait... What did I just give you?" he asked.

****Zen****

Zen laughed softly, laying down over the Wolf's great chest, resting is head softly against it.

"Why the ability to change shape..." he said softly, curling into that chest, he sighed happily. "God does this ever remind me of last night..."

Leaning back, he reached out, grabbing the dice from the table, and rolled them at his feet.

"Twelve..." he laughed, the two sixes staring back up to him. He glanced over to his Avatar, which he could barely see at this height. The little devil wolf moved the spaces accordingly.

Zen sighed, standing up, looking to the board. "Red... Ha... this should be priceless."

He chuckled, walking back to the table and lifting up the appropriate card.

"Ha!" He nearly fell back, looking to Sol with a wide grin. "Give another player... Seminal Lactation..."

Sol suddenly sat up with speed that belied his gargantuan mass. "What!?" he cried. Zen could almost see his entire world shatter and it was indeed priceless. "Oh god no... Zen, please... Come on, champ... You can't be serious!"

"Not my Call, you're the one who wanted to keep playing, remember?"

He ginned, leaning down, moving between Sol's tree trunk legs, and up pressing his paws on his chest, looking up to his mate, with wide grin. "Let's see how it works..."

His tentative paw reached to that nipple, and firmly tweaking in within his digits.

Sol moaned as a small dribble of sticky, white fluid eased out of the fleshy nubs on his pecs. It must've felt like someone was literally milking him and it must've been good because the big, winged wolf's moan was one of pure ecstasy.

Thick, heady musk filled the air and Zen felt that thick cock start to stir between his legs. Sol's resistance seemed to fail for a moment as the big wolf reached up with his hand and twisted the other nipple, relishing the release that came with it.

Then, as if shaking himself free of some hypnotic trance, he grunted and gently pushed Zen off him, swiping the semen from his chest.

"That's not funny," he growled.

Zen fell back with a grunt, his tail whipping about under him, rebellious eyes baring into Sol. He sighed, standing up and crossing his arms as they moved back to the board. He was enjoying tweaking Sol.... to leak... Even the thought made him a little aroused

The big, white wolf picked up the dice and rolled it.

"Nine."

A yellow tile.

An Action Tile.

"Haven't had those in a while," Sol murmured.

Zen remembered the last action was 'Kiss another player' and eagerly sat up.

He watched Sol hesitantly picked up the card and the white wolf looked absolutely crestfallen.

It would be good.

"'Have the last player pick a card from any of the other decks apart form the Yellow Deck and inflict that transformation unto you.'"

That look of horror he gave Zen was totally priceless.

"That's not fair!" Sol wailed. "This game hates me!"

"I get to pick from anything?" Zen asked with a laugh.

Reaching out for a blue, his hand suddenly jerked away, picking up a red with a triumphant cry. Looking at it and studying what it said, he grinned deciding not even to show Sol what the card said contained.

"Give Sol a Prehensile Cock."

****Sol****

Sol's jaw dropped. "A what -what-!?"

His answer bcame blissfully apparent as his cock surged out of its sheath, his arousal reaching its full potential. The long, snake-like appendage curled upon itself, twisting in the air and dripping with copious amounts of pre-cum. It was literally a trouser snake, dripping with alluring, paralyzing venom. Longer than both Sol's arms combined it hovered hungrily in the air, leveled directly at Zen.

"You are so going to pay for that," Sol growled, only partially angrily.

He was horny, he had a thick, long cock that was basically a third arm and right now, all the blood was going to said cock and his mind was blurring over. He took a big, lumbering step towards Zen, wrapping his cock around the dice and handing them to Zen "Make your roll before I decide to do something I'll regret."

Zen gulped in what Sol hoped was a fear. Though, judging by the way he was watching the cock intently it was probably something else.

Leaning in, he kissed the head of that trouser snake, making Sol shiver.

"Thanks love," He teased gripping the dice as he rolled.

Double ones.

"Two..."

Zen sighed, so did his Avatar, as he trudged the lowly two tiles.

"Another red... things sure are getting physical."

Picking up the card his face lost colour.

"Let another tlayer change you in any fashion they want," ge said plainly.

A grin crossed Sol's features.

Finally, some payback.

He looked over his dark counterpart, wondering what he could change just to make them a little more even. If they were put into a position like before with the warped version of laser tag, he might fall into a disadvantage because of his great size and rather evident manhood.

But if he made Zen any bigger muscle-wise that might just give the black wolf an increased advantage. Thinking of the previous encounter and how Zen had run out of 'ammunition' so early, he grinned and said, "Zen... I want you to get a really big sack. And I mean, really big."

He watched in glee as Zen's jaw dropped.

"W-wha..."

The dark wolf was cut off by the sound of his own moaning, falling forward against the table, struggling to hold himself up. Falling to his knees.

"Oah, god... this feels... Oh!"

He yelped, letting go of the table as he disappeared under it. Sol twisted his head so he could see the show, watching Zen's paw wrap around the dark wolf's sac, holding them, as a huge gurgle they made was audible.

"Oah, god, I can... f-feel it!" Zen shouted, the flesh and fur ballooning between his fingers until finally they were pushing his arms apart, weighing heavily between his open legs, until they touched the very ground.

God that's hot, Sol thought.

He tried to resist watching Zen's massive balls grow but he couldn't help thinking about what they contained. He licked his lips in anticipation, watching his mate's growing arousal. He was struggling with the prospect that if they had sex again, he'd slip further and further into this gargantuan, cock-tentacled, cum-leaking, seminal-lactating beast.

But... another part of him argued that he didn't really know if it was the sex. He was just assuming...

Straightening, he resolved that one more attempt wouldn't hurt. If he changed further, then he knew it was the sex and he'd have to stop until the Game was finished.

If it wasn't... well...

Growling, he stalked over to Zen, wrapping his long, thick cock around the prone wolf and drawing him close.

"You like that, huh?" he snarled.

****Zen****

Zen let out a loud pleasured howl, his cock jerking pre, held under immense pressure from his huge sac. He was pulled closer to his lover by said lover's huge cock, placing his paws on Sol's think pliable shaft. He stroked, mind hazed over in lust and leaned forward.

"Oah fuck... I need to cum... so baaad... their so fuullll" he whined, his sac groaning audibly.

He reached out, pulling them closer together.

"Oah God... please... Sol.... ppplllleaase!"

He was begging, leaning foward, lustfully pressing their lips together.

Zen could almost read Sol's thoughts. The rational part of his mate flew out the window and Sol dove straight into the kiss. Zen relished the taste of his lover, loving the touch they shared.

He felt soft fur brush and massage the sensitive surface of Sol's muscular cock, driving him closer and closer to orgasm. He suddenly felt Sol grin.

Zen let out a sharp gasp, feeling his Gravity pivot 180 degrees south, feeling Sol's lips wrapped around his cock, making him gasp and moan, as pre flooded out from his rock hard cock. His mate's massive, strong hands held up his enormous sac, coaxing more and more of his seed out.

"OAH... God!" he yelled. Suddenly, an idea sprouted in his mind.

Tail whipping about, he curled it up much like Sol's cock, the point shifting slowly. A long drooling bulbous set of member glands appeared in the spearhead tip's place, drilling more of that thick, musky pre. He wrapped in twirls around his own cock, shoving itself into Sol's awaiting maw, the added pleasure making the black wolf howl out in pleasure.

****Sol****

Sol moaned as the two cocks surged into his mouth.

He sucked all the harder.

There was no way in hell he was going to let Zen get the better of him again.

He twisted his agile cock slowly around Zen's body, bringing the head directly in front of Zen's face and forcing it into his lover's mouth. The pleasure of Zen's muzzle around his cock made him shudder but the sensation drove him to suck harder and harder, running his tongue from each of Zen's cum slits.

With his right hand, he began jostling Zen's enormous sack, urging the cum he knew was being kept in there at the brink of release. With his left, he wrapped it around Zen's waist and pressed a tentative finger into the tight, pink pucker.

Zen moaned around that cock he was urged to suck. Sol felt his mate's tongue rubbing his against that huge head that could barely fit into that lupine muzzle.

Sol let out a sudden gasp as, Zen's tongue firmed around his cockhead, becoming longer thick, starting to throb until it finally felt like a cock was poking into his cock, searching for something.

He let out a lustful moan and felt his legs start to wobble when a third cock speared into his dripping cock slit, pressing further and further down into it.

Zen wasn't playing fair! He couldn't stay mad, however, as lust and pleasure overcame all other emotions.

Sol maintained his focus and caused Zen let out a loud gasp as his finger prodded his mate's pucker. Seeing Zen's eyes roll to the back of his head, made Sol grin. He felt all those cocks gain in girth, rapidly approaching the point of release.

He fought hard to keep himself standing and increased his assault on Zen's cocks. He thrust his own dick down Zen's throat, letting Zen's cock-tongue invade his slit. He was on the verge of losing his control but he made one last bid to get Zen to lose it first. He pressed his whole finger through Zen's ass, gave one mighty suck on Zen's lower cocks and thrust his, long, prehensile dick as far as it would go down Zen's throat.

****Zen****

Zen's eyes shot wide open, the low bass groan of his gurgling sac filling the house, the street even as he let out a pained howl, his cock wracked with spasms and jerking roughly before finally Sol would feel it... that undeniable warmth as Zen's three cock erupted, sending gallon, upon gallon of his seed into his lover.

His huge sac never shrank as load after load left his cocks, the force so powerful it shot down Sol's own Cock, not allowing his own orgasm to happen and keeping the white wolf stuck in a frustrated pleasure of denial. Zen's cum so potent, so powerful it shot through every twist and turn the cock made, forcing it way into the wolf's own sac. His own true cock and tail fired loads even more potent.

****Sol****

Sol realized he had made a mistake at that point when Zen's seed poured down his mouth like an unstoppable, torrent of thick, salty water. He let out a faint gurgle but couldn't stop the assault as the cum poured down his throat and rushed straight into his belly.

The warmth of his lover's seed filled every part of his body and the sensation of that same seed slipping through his own cock and into his sack was indescribable. Frustrating since he could not reach his own release but otherwise indescribable in its pleasure.

That feeling of dizziness overcame him again but he somehow managed to stay standing as he drank and drank and drank. He felt his belly start to bloat, his stomach pushing past his abs and slowly pushing Zen further and further away.

With a loud, 'pop' his lips were forced away from Zen's cocks but he hungrily lapped up at the torrent of cum that just wouldn't stop. His legs finally gave out and he fell to the ground, an enormous, bloated gut thankfully providing a cushion for Zen when he dropped his lover and sagging well over his hips.

The instant Zen hit his gut, however, that sensation of release poured through him as cum squirted out of his nipples like twin bolts of white lightning.

****Zen****

Zen fell away from Sol, bouncing safely on the ground as he came, and came...

Feeling his hot seed spray all over, he was shivered. All that musky seed slap against his fur... feeling those.... five blasts?

He blinked, opening eyes, watching Sol's nipples pour with seed, much harder than he had before. Scrambling up as seed poured from him, he wrapped his lips around Sol's right nipple, drinking down the seed that tasted like his own and Sol's mixed together in the best ways possible. Reaching up as he clutched Sol's left nipple, squeezing a tweaking as they were coated in the flurry of orgasms upon orgasms.

Sol seemed to protest but all that erupted from his lips was a flurry of 'oh's' and 'ah's.

His perfectly mobile cock twisted in the air, bulging as the pressure built. Zen saw the last remnants of his resistance exploded in a titanic shower of white, salty fluids. An unstoppable torrent of cum spewed from his nipples, coating his slowly shrinking belly and Zen in its warm, consuming tide. At the same time, that beautiful, long, muscular cock became a red volcano erupting as a third burst of semen shot from the white wolf's bloated body. That perhensile cock flailed madly like a wild fire hose, spraying cum all over the kitchen, all over Zen and all over Sol.

Zen couldn't stop himself, he just kept drinking, gulping, trying to catch every drop to enter his maw, his stomach starting to push out past his back as he drank and drank. His own orgasm slowed, the torrents of cum from his cocks turning into large spurts, his stomach pushing out faster and faster.

Zen pressed his paws against Sol's abs when the flavour of his nipples changed. He was deprived of his new favorite drink. Panting he turned back to that flailing cock that continually coated him. Holding his now mammoth gut he moaned.

"Moooar..." he growled, punching on that flailing cock, gripping it under his weight and pulling it's spurting head to his muzzle. He encased it, drinking down that fire hose-like cock's bounty, tasting much like the bounty he'd consumed from Sol's lactating nipples. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as it jiggling belly filled more and more.

****Sol****

"Z - Z -Zen," Sol moaned as he felt his mate's warm lips close around his cock.

His stomach was slowly deflating but he yearned for that warming sense of release that came from someone suckling at his nipples. He grabbed both fleshy nubs with his paws and began twisting them, milking himself and coating his already white-fur with the thick, salty liquid.

Watching Zen inflate before his eyes only drove his cock to pump more and more of his seed into his mate. All too quickly, he realized he was quickly running out of juice and that sensation of release would end.

On part of him wanted to return to sanity... the other was too overcome with lust to look beyond Zen's cock-tail. An idea filled his mind and he abandoned twisting his own nipples, grasped Zen's tail and shoved it into his own mouth, continuously sucking and demanding more of his mate's endless seed.

****Zen****

Zen's eyes went wide, eyes rolling forward when he felt Sol suck on his tail making his heart flutter, sending his brain into that daze of lust. He could feel his stomach groan and stop it's stretching. Looking as best he could to the dome of flesh... still drinking he gasped.

Hearing his balls groan, they had finally felt spent, but something was... giving him that full sensation down there...

Pulling himself from Sol's cock he roared out. "S-sol!"

Rolling away from his mate, through the cum covered floor and getting to his knees, he held hid huge gut, his tail long since pulling itself from Sol's muzzle.

"S-soemthing..." he gaped, feeling his Gut starting to shrink, as his deflated sac took on a familiar weight. "Oah god... I'm digesting it all... oah f-fuck!" He moaned. That previously manageable sac inflating between his legs once again. "W-we... need to stop... oah.... g-god..."

****Sol****

Sol heard his mate but didn't want to pull away and stop sucking.

Some part of him found it almost ironic that now, it was Zen who wanted to stop and he was the one overcome with lust. That part, however, grew and he realized that if they didn't stop now, they'd be stuck in an infinite loop of cumming and sucking.

With a loud moan of despair, he let his lips pull away from Zen's cock and his own penis away from Zen's grasp. Still, he was loathed to let Zen go unpunished for making him give up his triumphant win.

He wrapped his prehensile cock around Zen's tail, flexing the hard muscles in that member and coaxing Zen to release the contents of those huge, juicy, sacs.

"I need to stop feeding you, champ," he growled, "but you're gonna cum until you drop."

With his stomach slowly going down, and his sac almost looking comical, Zen eyes went wide.

"I-I'd flood the Kitchen, S-sol s-sto - aaaAAGH!"

Leaning back, Zen's trail wriggling is Sol's grasp.

"F-fuuuuck!" he yelled, his cock hard still, pointed straight out in front of him, shooting pre like torrents against Sol's already covered front. "N-noooo"

Zen's sac gurgled, reading this fresh batch of cum.

Sol just grinned.

Thinking of the kitchen flooded by Zen's cum... Yeah, that sounded awesome.

It would literally be like bathing in the spoils of his victory. With an evil glint in his eyes, he squeezed hard with his cock around Zen's tail before seizing his mate's original cock between his legs and stroking it like a madman.

"Come on, champ," he growled, grinning like a lunatic "Show me what you're made of. Shower me in your hot, sexy, seed!"

****Zen****

Zen let out a long, deep moan when Sol's hand rested against his flesh, making him curl forwards, his cock drooling in-between shots. He was a faucet already!

"S-sol... oah god..." he gasped, humping himself into that hand. "Oah god, stud, I love you, I'm gonnNNNNNAAAA!"

Member ballooning out like before, much like Sol's cock, a geyser of Cum exploded between them, over and over, splattering between them, landing on everything... but the Game.

That stayed oddly untouched.

****Sol****

Sol didn't know why but just seeing Zen cum made himself explode for a second time, his prehensile cock mixing his seed with that of Zen's as his mate flooded the entire kitchen.

The salty, white mess permeated every pore on his body, coating him in its warm embrace. It felt like an eternity until his cock stopped being wracked with spasms and an even longer eternity until Zen stopped cumming.

The entire kitchen was covered in their seed, large droplets of the goo dropping down from the soaked ceiling and landing in the pool of semen that could've drowned an infant.

Sol swam through the gunk and wrapped his arms around his mate, their combined cum, gluing their soaked fur together.

He gently kissed Zen's forehead and said, "Game over, champ."

"You win..." Zen gasped, his still huge sac resting between his legs, the wolf was leaning weakly in Sol's grasp, breathing slowly. "But it's my roll... and we haven't.... beaten it yet..."

Zen fished out the dice which were floating in the small ocean of cum.

He rolled them on the soaked table.

"Eight..." he whispered. The Avatar, who looked rather stunned at his surroundings, jumped continuously through the sea of white until he landed on the clean yellow tile.

With a soaked paw, Zen reached out, gripping are card flipping it over, gasping.

"Round over... to continue... find another player."

They exchanged glances... their minds just blurred.

Simultaneously, they dropped unconscious.