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****Sam****

Sam's eyes slowly peeled open, feeling the warm afternoon sun against his back. The window was wide open and the summer breeze blew in, brushing against the white patches of fur against his back.

Part of him was a little mortified that the transformation had progressed even more. He felt a little bigger and definitely more wolfish. There were also two little nubs against his back that he knew would eventually grow into wings. However, as he lay there cuddled right next to Nate, his worries dissipated.

Bobby lay in his bed too. The little nerd was certainly impressive now and looked about halfway through the same transformation that himself and Nate were through. It felt like they'd have to become their Avatars in real life before they finished the Game and that worried him.

With a sigh, he rolled back and felt something hard against his back.

Grunting, he reached back and pulled out what appeared to be a card. On it was a strange, mummified figure with red eyes. It looked just like a card from the Game. He flipped it over and noticed the words, 'Only you can forge this'.

Puzzled, he turned to Nate and shook him awake. "Hey, bud. You up?"

Nate and turned onto his front for a moment and moved, burying himself into the soft sheets with a long pleasant murr. His large broad form sprawled out pleasantly, his back exposed to the world, and it didn't even seem to bother him. Stirring when he was shaken, the boy slowly peeked up at Sam, blinking.

"If I said no, would you let me go back to sleep?"

Sam smiled and sat up, regarding his mate's slightly lupine features.

"I got football practice today. Did you want to stay here? You're free to anything in the fridge."

Nate chuckled, his arms draped over his front. He looked over to Bobby and appeared to be lost in his own little world of thought before he sat up, moving over onto his knees and slowly gripped the jock's shoulders, smiling happily.

"And miss the chance to watch you in tight clothing tackling other studs?" he asked coyly. "Not only that, but doing a -much- better job at it then them?". He positioned himself onto Sam's lap, his fulllooking sac resting against Sam's thigh.

"You're nuts...." Sam chuckled and wrapped his arms around Nate, hugging him tightly.

"Heh... And you're full of it."

Sam bent in close and gently kissed Nate's lips before pulling away.

"Come on, let's wake up Bobby and see if he wants to come with. I figure we should at least stick together considering we're all 'Game Boys' now." Nate smirked, shaking his head for a second, leaning in to steal yet another kiss from the jock, pulling him close for a time.

"I'm generally only full of one thing..." He grinned, kissing along Sam's jaw for a small time, before nuzzling against Sam's chest with a long happy sigh. "What what was with the 'bud' thing?"

Sam nuzzled Nate tenderly."What? Did you prefer I called you 'hun', 'lover', 'boyfriend' or maybe..." He locked gazes with Nate, smiling.

"Maybe... 'Mate'?"

Sam would've been able to feel the heat next to his stomach intensify with each word of their union was uttered, with the last word, he would've felt something large and hot digging into his chiseled abs. Nate blushing intensely, leaning in to slowly kiss the other. Not lustfully, it was slow, and pleasant.

"If I said yes... would you?"

Sam smiled and pecked Nate's cheek lightly.

"Tell you what? We finish the Game and I promise I'll tell you."

He pulled away and slipped off the bed, picking up some of his cum-soaked underwear and throwing it into the hamper. "Practice is in about an hour. I'll let you two get cleaned up. I gotta get ready and shower. Don't know how the rest of the guys will react to me having a canine cock and suddenly all fuzzy"

He headed out of the basement room and back upstairs towards the shower. The sound of the water running wafted through the entire house.

***Nate***

Nate slumped back on the bed when Sam left the room, sighing heavily. He look to Bobby and smirked. Moving over to nudge the small guy, he felt something that wasn't a crusted spot on the sheets, or the sheets themselves.

Looking down, he found the card, and blinked, turning he looked to his bag and back to the card. "Huh..."

Bobby yawned loudly and stretched. It was clear by the grin on his face what his opinion of The Game and he couldn't wait to get back into it. Rolling over, he saw Nate regarding a card in his hand curiously. "Hey, what's that?"

"Nothin... never thought Sam collected cards though," Nate answered. "Found another one this bed, probably has a deck of em somewhere..." He said, smirking, looking to Bobby with a smile. "Wanna watch Football practice?" he asked with a wide grin. Moving closer, Nate leaned down to Bobby with a smirk. "You talk a bit in your sleep you know..."

Bobby's eyes widened and he backed away slightly. "Um... I'd love to practice football with you. But.. what do you mean i talk in my sleep? What did I say?"

Nate smirked. "Well, it was a little muffled... but this." He pointed to the puddle of almost fresh looking cum on the bed, laughing softly. "I'm sure it was. 'Oh Zen.... oh, Zen fuck me... oooohhhh' Which honestly, surprised me, I mean, I fucked you quite a bit last night, I know you're a horny monster, but damn Bob, thought you would've cooled after last night."

Bobby gulped loudly and gave Nate a shaky grin, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah well... Last night was pretty intense..." He reached out and hesitantly grasped Nate's cheek. "You gotta know I still have feelings for you, right? I mean, I know we broke it off but it's not that easy... and... I still want you, Nate... Do you... Do you still want me?"

Nate sighed, reaching up and gripped Bobby's hand. Holding it as he brought it down from his cheek. "Of course I still see it." He tilted his head to the side, leaning in to kiss Bobby's cheek gently. "But it's not that simple anymore..."

He looked scared, looking into the smaller boy's eyes, seeing the shining hope.

"Bobby... There is a reason you were my first, there is a reason after all of that I still called you Saturday mornings and nights." He chuckled, getting up off the bed. "You've always been there..." He let go of the others hand and sighed. "But, now... I can finally, be open with myself to Sam, and... he took it all in stride, and even after all of this, I know damn well he'll still hold me in his arms..." He blinked. "Doesn't... answer the question very well does it?"

Bobby looked like he wanted to cry at that moment and beg Nate to forget about Sam and choose him instead. It was painful saying all of that.

"It's okay," Bobby said softly. "I understand." He leapt out of the bed, surprisingly energized. "So, you said we were going to football practice, right? We up for another round of The Game afterwards?"

Nate's head tilted to the side. This wasn't like Bobby. He always hated it whenever he talked about Sam and now he was advocating to watch him practice. "Yeah... just to watch though." He blinked. "No, we probably won't play the game tonight, Sam's parents are due back today."

He moved past the smaller figure, still naked, with stains from the previous night stuck to his fur. Looking over his shoulder he looked to Bobby curiously.

"What are you planning?" he asked finally, alarms ringing into his head that the only way Bobby would be willing to do any of this, was if he went into it, having a plan.... "You're not gonna get a card in the game to make me love you more than Sam are you? Listen... I love you... but, Sam is the man of my dreams and lucky For me, I've known him since... practically birth."

" And it isn't about his looks... sure, they helped, but that's not it and if it was why didn't you stop to think about when we first got together. You weren't exactly the catch you are now...."

Bobby shrugged. "I'm not planning anything!" he replied, pulling up his discarded clothing. "I'm happy for you and Sam, really." He put on mock panic and said, "Wait a second... What will happen if Sam's parents finds the game? We gotta hide it somewhere!" He clicked his fingers. "Oh! I know! We'll hide it in my house! My parents are NEVER there and you know how big my place is!"

Nate blinked, looking at Bobby curiously. He'd never done that - deflecting an argument - showing himself as passive. He dismissed it all. He wasn't going to get anywhere.

"Yeah, that would work.... run it by Sam though... not my game," he said, turning to the stairs. "Bobby... Don't ever think when we... got together, I didn't do it because you were also Gay, and just offering... you mean a lot to me, always will..." He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm gonna go borrow some of Sam's clothes, none of my stuff fits anymore..."

Bobby looked down at himself and his horse cock hanging from his groin like a third leg. "Erm... Would it be okay if I borrows some of his stuff too? Maybe a jockstrap or something? This thing is going to be hard to manage?" He pointed at his cock for emphasis.

Nate turned back to look at the other, and chuckled. "Come on horsie..." He waved the other over, continuing his way into the rest of the house.

Sam was pulling himself from the shower when other two come up from the basement. He was fully dressed and had a sports bag over one shoulder. "You guys wouldn't mind if we got lunch on the way there, do ya? I'm kinda late as it is."

Nate nodded. "Sure, I'm fine though." He said walking past Sam with a large smile, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Bob needs a jock..." He laughed, walking away from the two, down the hall, into Sam's room, the door closing behind him.

Bobby grinned a little sheepishly at Sam who appraised the smaller boy's cock. "Yeah... I imagine, you would," Sam muttered, reaching into his bag. He threw Bobby a spare jockstrap. "Keep it. You'll probably need it to keep that monster in check. Just don't pop a boner. I don't have anymore spares and coach will kill me if I ask for another one."

Nate returned with a smile, closing the door to Sam room behind him, wearing some of Sam's clothing. "Your buds won't recognize the stuff will they?" he asked, walking down the hallway to met probably the two most important figures in his life.

Sam shrugged and headed down to the car. "Nah. They're too arrogant and stuck up to care. Bet they'll be talking about which girl they banged when we get there."

He flung open the car door and hopped into the driver's seat. Once the other two were in the car, he started the engine and drove them all the way towards their high school. The football field was already a mess with several players and he gave Nate a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the field.

"Ballsy," Nate chuckled, watching Sam hop out of the car, towards the field. Looking to Bobby in the back seat, he smirked. "Think you'll be able to keep it down when we're out there?" he asked, reaching out to pat Bobby's groin. "As much as I just wanna hear you tear outta that jock, you might not be able to get another one."

Bobby grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Well, you could always help make it go down, right?" The headed towards the bleachers and sat very far from the field to make sure no one could really see them.

Nate smiled, his arm wrapping around Bobby's side, holding him close for a moment, the touch was gentle, but he played it off as playful if anyone was in fact looking at them.

"Why, sexy? Looking for more than one type of jock today?" he asked with a grin, moving back to his previous position. He looked out over the field, eyeing each player. "Hmm, which catches my eye most would be a three way Tie between... Sam, this." he said, hand reaching out to pat that bulging groin. "...and that Linebacker over there..."

He pointed over in the field.

The play only just beginning as the Quarterback shuffled back, Sam running circles around the other players, opening himself up for the play. But one other helped to dominate the play. A Linebacker practically toppled four players on his own, giving Sam a way through and the Quarterback a clear, easy throw. Needless to say, Sam scored them a 40 yard touchdown.

Bobby leaned forward and regarded the linebacker with a faint smile. "Hmmm yeah... Hey, isn't that guy from your class? What's his name? Hyde or something?"

"Yeah, Mike Hyde. I had English and Chemistry with him last year. Total bear. Hot one though." Nate smirked, glancing to Bobby. "Thoughts?"

****Bobby****

Bobby licked his lips and could feel the blood start to rush towards his groin. Mike did look pretty damn hot... He never had a thing for guys in football gear but seeing that big muscular bear running through the field tackling other guys and wrestling them to the ground... It was massive turn on.

"Yeah... Pretty hunky. Is he gay?"

" 'Pretty hunky'?" Nate repeated with a smirk. "He's plain Hunk. I don't think he's Gay though. If he is, total closet fag." A grin crossed Nate's features. "We we partners in Chem and, he was either stealing glances at me or his girlfriend."

"He became a real downer when she dumped him though," Nate continued with a sigh. "Took football so seriously he packed on like... twenty pounds of muscle by the end of the year..."

Bobby grunted softly and with disappointment. "Pity. And here they say all football players are gay." With a sigh, he stood up and adjusted himself slightly. "Hey, I'm gonna go get rid of this," he said, pointing at his crotch. "I'll be back in a second."

"Alrig- Holy shit!" Nate pointed out to the field where Mike was sent flying over one of the other linebacker, and landed pretty heavily against the field. The coach blew the whistle, calling Mike out. He moved rather sluggishly to the bench and from where Nate and Bobby sat, all they could make out the hand gestures as the plays resumed. "Hope Mike's okay..."

Bobby winced at the thought. "Dang... That looked hard... But speaking of hard..." He grinned and bid Nate a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek before bolting for the lockers rooms.

Nate waved goodbye to Bobby.

Bobby snuck into the locker room knowing fully well that there really wasn't any washrooms close by and he didn't want to have to go parading across the school with a horse-sized boner. Plus, the jockstrap Sam had loaned him was -very- constricting.

He found a nice little shower stall, snuck inside and pulled down his pants, freeing the erect monster from its confines with a relieved sigh.

"Oh yeah..." he gasped. Slowly, he wrapped his hands around his long cock, shivering at the touch and grinning like an idiot as he anticipated the pleasure to come. A soft moan escaped his lips as he began stroking off.

**** Mike****

Down on the bleachers, Mike sighed, slowly cursing himself.

"Coach, taking a leak, be back in a bit."

"You could go home for all I care kid. Not sending you back out until drills at the end of practice. You did good though, see ya Wednesday!"

Mike sighed. It was hard to tell if their coach was a nice guy or a prick. Moving in between the bleachers, the Linebacker pushed himself into the locker rooms, the closest thing to a washroom to the field.

As Mike opened the locker room doors, he fumed as he pushed into the lockers, banging out one as he took a seat on the bench.

"Goddammit!" he shouted, believing he was alone. Sitting back on the bench, he pulled his jersey off and threw it to the floor. "Dammit Casey... fucking bitch.... breaking up with me. All I was doing was watching porn!" He got his building anger out of his system.

"Doesn't matter if it was two guys! She knows I ain't no fucking fag, fucked her like the princess she was..."

Mike calmed slowly. "Man, that video was worth it though... that guy came like a horse." He chuckled, going silent as he took off the rest of his clothing, opening locker, and slamming it closed, his bare feet moving over the tiles, he was walking towards Bobby...

The door to the shower stall swung open. Bobby's cock instantly saluted Mike in greeting, a long drip of precum slipping out from the tip. The rest of the young man's body, however, went rigid as he saw the hot jock's eyes slowly fall down to his groin. "Um... Hi there... Mike..."

"Holy... fuck." Mike whispered, his eyes fixated on that long cock, eyes seeming to circle that flat head, following that long drip of precum, as it touched the floor.

"Fucking... hot." He whispered, licking his lips, watching that puddle grow out as more pre just dripped out of that throbbing foreign cock. "Is that... a... horse cock?"

Bobby grinned a little shakily. "Yeah... You like it?"

"Fuck y-... no...." Mike stammered, walking closer as Bobby could clearly see the other's jock strap poke out slowly. "H-how?" he asked, taking small, baby-like steps closer to the other, realizing now his size, seeing his face, his lithe, thin form.

"How does.... such a scrawny... guy like you, get... that?" he asked, inches away from pressing into that long cock, practically sharing the stall with the other.

"Why?" Bobby asked, smirking seductively. "Do you want one too?"

"Every guy would," he said, without hesitation. Looking up to the other's face, grinning slowly, Mike turned around and pulled the stall door closed. Moving forward, his huge form pressing against the small form, pinning him to the wall easily, his undefined middle, not so much a gut. but cradled the long cock in its form easily. "And I'm in that pile..."

Grinning, Bobby grabbed his cock and slowly drew circles with the tip around Mike's torso. "Hmmm... So, nice pile you got there too... Did you wanna taste?"

Mike's eyes went wide.

"I-... ain't no fag..." he said, hands curling into fists beside Bobby's head. Looking down to the cock he rubbed into his defined chest, he panted softly, one arm leaving Bobby's side. Reaching down in between himself with that hand and with the other, he wiped up the glossy goop with a finger and raising it to his mouth.

"But..." He stopped himself, staring at his finger, lost in thought.

Bobby leaned closer to Mike, their noses almost touching and an evil grin across his face. "Go on. Taste it. You know you want to." The much smaller teenager jiggled his balls slightly, causing more and more of his precum to spill out of the head and onto Mike's chest. "And remember, the main course is WAY better than the entree."

Mikes tongue pushed out, and licked his finger clean, tasting the thick substance, and moaned softly, a loud tearing was heard and the soft patter of shreds of his jock hitting the shower floor. A long cock slid against the thick horse member, making him blush hotly.

"Delicious..." he whispered, looking to Bobby with a small grin. "What's... your name?"

"Name's Bobby." Slowly, Bobby wrapped his hand around their two members, the heat from the contact filling Mike with ecstasy. He grinned from ear to ear as more of his precum pooled out of his cock's head and all over Mike's dick. "Nice cock you got there, stud."

"One to talk there... 'stud'." Mike chuckled, leaning closer to the smaller male, more and more. "Name's Mike..." he said, head tilting to the side as he pressed their lips together, sharing a quick kiss with the other.

"Bobby..." he whispered, reaching down to run his fingers along his long slick equine member. "Am I?"

Bobby shrugged and wrapped his arms around Mike's broad shoulders. "Dunno. Why don't we finish up here first and then you tell me afterwards, stud?"

Mike blinked, what the other meant by 'finishing up' was lost to him. "So... you mean... like a.. one time thing?" The confused Jock asked, leaning down to rest along the smaller male's neck softly.

Bobby grinned at that thought and reached over, slowly wrapping his hands around the jock's thick neck and guiding him towards his thick cock. "Well... There's plenty where this came from, stud. If you're after more, why not pop over to my place tonight for some dessert and maybe a game or two?"

Mike didn't know how to react. Letting Bobby take the lead as he slumped lower and lower. Watching the pre push up his slit and droll all over the huge shaft. His mouth watering and his cock throbbing almost painfully. He let out what almost could resemble a whimper. Mike had never done this before... only fantasized when he wasn't trying to get himself off to some chicks pussy.

"I'll be there by Eight..." he murmured, leaning down to stroke his tongue along that slit, collecting the flavorful bounty there.

****Bobby***

Bobby shuddered at the delicate, almost tentative touch of that tongue against his ultra-sensitive cock. It was something else having to use this cock outside of the Game... and definitely something else getting sucked off for a change by a hot jock like Mike.

In his mind, he envisioned what Mike would be like in the Game... and that got him all the harder as he ran his hands through the jock's hair. "Awesome... But this is your entree stud... Gotta have you wanting more."

Mike looked lost in a daze almost hypnotized. Bobby's statement seeming to land of deaf ears as the jock's tentative lick turned more forceful, his tongue pressing hard against that warm flesh, his arms slowly moving to wrap around this fountain like cock, slurping up the tasty gift like a starved animal.

Soon, his mouth opened wide and just barely circled that horse cock, sucking hard to drink down this strange delicacy.

Bobby knew his cock would be too big for the jock to take in completely but he relished the challenge. He slowly thrust his member down into those waiting lips, pulling in and out and shuddering with every movement. The soft moans Mike was making drove him further and further, making him dream of the possibilities of what this hot stud would once the Game was done with him.

His precum poured out of his cock like a fountain, becoming too much for Mike to handle and dripping out from the corners of the jock's mouth

Coughing up the clear thick fluid as it sputtered from the sides of his mouth, Mike lifted his lips from that thrusting cock, the thick fluid dripping off his chin and down onto his slight stomach and chest.

"F-fuck... s-so good Bobby..." he breathed out, The huge male slowly fell to his knees, eyes level again with that cock and began to spread his tongue under that flare, his wide hands starting to stroke the slick member enthusiastically.

Bobby moaned and was surprised at just how skillfully Mike was stroking him off. More and more of his precum poured out of his cumslit with each of Mike's strokes and he felt his knees going weak. He had to support himself against the stall walls just to keep himself from toppling over.

"Whoa... You're... You're really good at this..."

Mike leaned away from the cock, chuckling."I've... had time to think about how to do it right... It's easier when you have a lot to work with." Bringing his hand up along that slick horse flesh and pulling the thick pre at the top. Leaning in to take that flared end into his mouth again eating up the collective amount of pre he'd gather, moaning around that cock.

Smiling, Bobby staggered back a little and wrapped his hands around Mike's head, guiding it back and forth in tandem with his thrusts. He was surprised how deep his cock was going and equally as surprised when he realized that there was just SO MUCH more of his cock to go. He wanted so badly for Mike to take it all... To consume every inch of his cock... It was impossible, not without choking the jock, but he wanted it SO badly...

Mike gulped and sucked as best as he could, drinking the flood flowing through the sides of his mouth. His stomach groaning with the sheer amount he'd consumed... but he looked like he wanted it all, the real meal. His stroking hands drifting lower, cupping that heavy smooth sac, weighing a ball in each hand.

Bobby felt his balls tighten against the base of his cock and his body tense.

"Oh god... Oh god!" He let out a cry and threw his head back, giving one last powerful thrust that sent his cock deep into Mike's throat as he blew his load. A wave of sheer pleasure blasted out of him, seemingly emptying him completely of all his bodily fluids and replacing it with nothing but exhaustion.

****Mike****

Mike nearly gagged on that thrust and when that torrent of spunk hit the back of his throat, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouth filling with the stuff. And it was then his mind registered the taste.

The fluid rushing into him was like the nectar of the gods. Suddenly, his gag reflex didn't matter, as he drank down that first spurt and the second, third, fourth. He continued to drink and didn't stop until his stomach groaned, making the jock fall from the cock, letting the thick fluid shower him in bliss.

Bobby fell to his knees, gasping in his wash of sheer bliss.

He just kept cumming and cumming... It was an endless assault!

Mike lay on the ground, swimming in warm sticky cum... It only seemed to make Bobby harder and produce more and more of that same cum for Mike to bathe in. Eventually, the flow had to end and as the last splutters of his seed poured out of that long, thick, horse cock, Mike saw the look of sheer bliss on Bobby's face... and knew...

He had to get whatever Bobby was on.

"Just... so much of it Bobby, you're -everywhere-!" he cried out, moving in the thick syrup, drinking it down, rubbing it into his skin. Suddenly the jock cried out in pleasure, his long, hard cock stick out like a metal rod, so red and hard it almost looked painful. And his out came his bounty of cum, adding to the riverlike amount around him.

Bobby looked so exhausted that he just didn't have the energy to grin. "Heh... I'll say..."

He winked at Mike, grateful that most of his cum had landed on the jock instead of him. He didn't have a change of clothes after all. Somehow managing to get his strength about him, he got up and shakily got to the shower stalls.

He winked at Mike one more time. "Remember, Eight o'clock tonight stud. 247 Blackwood Terrance"

"Blackwood Terrance? That's like... the poshest street in town..."

Mike whimpered, rolling in the pool of cum, getting to his knees. "How about Five?" he asked before the horse-dicked male left his sight, looking to the shower behind him, he reached up to go about turning it on, but waited for Bobby to answer.

"Aw, don't let the whole 'rich' thing mess with ya." Bobby zipped up his pants, shoving his cock back in. He picked up his - Sam's - discarded jockstrap and handed it to Mike. "Five is cool with me. And here, a little present to remind you of our date tonight."

He winked once more at the jock and skipped happily out of the locker rooms back to the bleachers.

Mike chuckled, and grabbed the jockstrap from Bobby, smiling in a lust covered daze as he watched the other leave. Seeing that round ass sway as he exited the locker room already had Mike's hand wrapped around his long cock, dropping the jockstrap in the puddle of cum.

He turned on the shower, letting the mess slowly drain, but the intoxicating smell never left even as Mike stood there, stroking himself as the water spilled over him.

He came three times in the shower after Bobby left and slipped out of the locker room as the team entered. He was grinning as he passed Sam, patting his teammate's shoulder.

"Good hustle man."