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It was a success, by anyone's measure. All three guests were mingling and drinking, and there hadn't been a lull in the conversation or activities. Though there had been awkward patches in the beginning, Aiden's plan to introduce his only three friends to each other was going well. They were even making conversation without the mutt there to facilitate! All good signs, all good things...

So why did it feel like everything was going wrong?

Aiden sat in the corner chair, letting his anxiety eat away at his edges, filed-down claws tapping against his glass of whiskey. The perspiration dripped onto his loose, faded jeans, but he didn't notice. Nor did he notice the stain of pizza sauce on his sweater - luckily it was a deep brown, so no one else had either. Had he noticed, he wouldn't have cleaned it anyways, for fear that during the time he was up, something dramatic would have gone down and everyone would leave. Probably because of Crow -- the gryphon was fun to be around, but far too happy to fuck around and find out.

No, it would be too far and too long a journey to his room to grab another shirt. There was no world where he would leave this seat. From here, at least, he could observe all his guests at all times.

This worked for a while. By sitting in his little perch along the edge of the room, he was able to keep telling himself everything was perfect, and that nagging feeling of impending doom was just his anxiety acting up. Little by little, though, things began to slide. A gap in the conversation between Crow and Jack, the little mouse he'd met at art class. Jules, the bull terrier from the gym, often dropped out of the convo, only to be brought back in by Aiden's interjection.

Things weren't going bad, but Aiden felt things slipping. His eyes shot frantically around the room, looking for something to get things back on track. Food? No, they'd already eaten most of the pizza. Youtube? No, they'd already watched too many meme comps, and he'd seen Crow starting to roll his eyes. Perhaps he should make up an excuse, call the party off and send them home while they still were having a good time.

Before he began thinking up a good lie, something in the corner of the room caught his eye -- next to his pc, gathering dust, was that VR headset he'd bought and played a few times, almost a year ago. His heart skipped a beat: games! Everyone here loved games, and who didn't like VR? It was the essential party trick.

"H-Hey guys!" Aiden said loudly, cutting straight through the middle of a conversation about body pillows and appropriate covers. The group looked up at him, Jack and Jules with tipped heads, Crow with an eye roll.

Fuck. He'd chosen the wrong time to jump in. "Well, uh, I was thinking, I have that VR set over there. I was thinking maybe we could play something? I picked up Phantasma the other day, but I haven't really played it. Maybe we could try it out together? We could hook it up to the big tv, and one person could play and the others watch, and...-"

Jules and Jack were happy to smile and nod as Aiden stumbled out his words, well aware that the mutt tended to ramble when he was nervous, but Crow had no such patience.

"Fuck, fine man! You sold us, like, two sentences in, no need to keep talking. We'll play the damn game."

Aiden stammered and fell silent, cheeks red. "Oh, was... was I talking too long?"

Jules tried to stammer out something encouraging. "No, nah, bro, you're fine. It's just, I mean, like, it's cool that you're so enthusiastic... right?" The dog wasn't known to be a great liar -- he had good intentions, but wasn't too bright. Even he seemed aware of how insincere he came across, because he coughed and immediately tried to change the subject. "Anyways, uh, want me to set up the headset?"

"No!" All three of them said in response. Jules had, quite impressively, managed to take twenty minutes to set the PlayStation up. No way he was managing a headset. Jack took over instead, his smaller mouse body able to get behind the television and set up the extra cords from the pc to the tv with ease. With a little (supervised) help from Jules in setting up the base towers, they were ready to go in a little less than five minutes.

After making sure that his computer would display to the television, Aiden booted up his headset for the first time in forever. Hopefully the game really was downloaded: it had been so long since he'd used the headset. It was a small enough game that downloading it would have taken seconds: lying about it was stupid, but Aiden felt like he should look like he was prepared. Luckily for him, halfway down his games library, was Phantasma, updated and ready to go.

Phantasma was a music-rhythm game, where the user had to time button presses and controller swings to the bumping EDM soundtrack. Accuracy gave higher points, but creativity in the 'freestyle' sections gave bursts of gorgeous neon visuals, all in time with the beat. In other words, this was right up Aiden's alley.

The mutt went first, eager to show off his skills to his friends. He chose a track, selected 'medium', and began. The game immediately launched into the track, and Aiden had to jump into action to avoid missing the first notes of the song: he knew Crow would never let him live it down.

Initial difficulties aside, Aiden quickly got into a rhythm. By the time he got to the end of his third track, though he was out of breath and tired, Aiden was pleased to hear his friends cheering him on - and his position on the leaderboard. 22nd in the world really wasn't that bad, now was it?

"Alright, who's next?" Aiden asked as he took off the headset. Jack, ever eager to try out flashy new gadgets, quickly yanked the headset from his friend's paws and began adjusting it for his smaller head. Aiden sat down on the couch, wedging himself between Jules and Crow: for the first time, he felt like he really did belong there. Jack opened a track, selected 'easy', and went to work.

The night went on much like that, each friend taking turns playing the game, and everyone else cheering them on. Jules was absolutely terrible, managing to fail on easy multiple times in a row, but not even Crow could make a biting comment, not after seeing how happy Jules was just to be playing. Jack picked it up quickly and was blasting out songs on medium in no time, and even Crow was having fun, though with the way he picked apart the game, no one would be able to tell.

Aiden quickly graduated to hard, then to extreme, and then to master difficulty. Though he hadn't played it before, something about this game really drew him in. The flashing lights in time with the throbbing, head-pounding beat, rather than make him frantic and energetic like it was supposed to, made him chill, calm. Jack said Aiden got in the zone, while Jules called it zen. Whatever it was called, Aiden liked it: it was as if he and the game melded into one, and for the length of a track or two, he didn't have to worry about whether or not he was impressing people or making friends. For once, he was just having fun.

Of course, Crow had to make it a drinking game. Aiden figured the griffin was having too much fun without being inebriated, and that made him nervous. The rules were that for every track someone completed, they had to take a shot, while with every one they failed, they had to take two. It didn't take long for the entire party to be sloshed.

Everyone was having fun, and the longer they played, the more into the game everyone got. Everyone's inhibitions were shot as well: this normally wouldn't have been an issue, but in this case, it set the stage for disaster. After nailing a particularly hard song on extreme, Aiden was taking off the headset when three words flashed on screen.

'Insanity Difficulty Unlocked'.

The room started cheering: a hidden difficulty level? "Hell yeah!" Aiden crowed, holding up the headset like a trophy. "Didn't I tell y'all I'm the best? No one beats me, fuck yeah! Hell of a way to go out. Now uh, who's next? Jack?"

Jack stood up with a stumble and grabbed for the headset, but Crow tugged on the mouse's scruff and yanked him back into the couch. The other three looked at him in confusion, but the gryphon simply smiled. "Shit man, you gonna stop now? You just unlocked a hidden difficulty, oh 'King of Phantasma', now why don't you show us plebs how it's done?"

Something flashed in Crow's eye, a hidden knowledge, a malicious secret... but no one caught on. Everyone was having a grand time, and not even Aiden was able to think Crow would be acting on some sour impulse.

"Do it, do it, do it!" cheered Jules, pumping his fists in the air wildly. Jack giggled and snuggled into his corner of the couch. He and Crow joined in, pumping their fists in time with Jules.

"Alright, alright!" Aiden laughed and put back on the headset. A song or two couldn't hurt, right? Jack would get it soon enough, and besides, he had to show these plebs who's boss! The mutt loaded in a track, the hardest one he could find, and selected 'Insanity' difficulty. A warning flashed as soon as he hit 'start', but Aiden dismissed it just as quickly. It was probably some blurb about 'Oh, this mode is suuuper hard, watch out!'

Jack, however, managed to catch it before Aiden closed it out. 'Warning: experimental difficulty. May cause psychological effects in some users.' His eyes widened as a connection popped in his drunk mind: he had read about this online. The developers of Phantasma had added the warning due to increasing reports of side effects on users. Results were varied, but the constants were loss of bowel control and heavy mind fog. His cock twitched, but he pushed down those inclinations.

"Aiden-!" Jack started to warn his friend, but Crow snapped him a withering scowl.

"And what do you think you're doing, mousebrain?" he hissed at Jack. The gryphon leaned over Jack, arms crossed. In that moment, it was easy to remember that griffins ate mice not too long ago... the small nerd just shrank in his seat, looking down.

"Aiden, I... he, I read that this mode can have bad effects on the brain. Aiden, he could be in danger." He felt compelled to whisper, matching Crow's tone.

Crow sneered. "Of course I know that, dumbass. I want to see if it's true. And so do you. Right?"

Jack fell silent for a few moments. He desperately looked around the room for support, but he got none: Aiden was busy mashing through an insane looking section, while Jules was drunkenly cheering him on, barely able to stay in his seat. No help would be coming for him today.

"O-Okay," he finally said. "Just, just one song. And then I'll take over." Crow nodded, and Jack relaxed just a bit. It looked like Aiden was doing just fine, anyways: no noticeable issues, and he rarely missed a note. With any luck, the mouse was just worrying about nothing.

Jack watched as Aiden did his best to keep up with the song, at the edge of his seat the entire time. Every whiffed note, every inaccurate motion sent a flash of feedback to the headset, one that didn't show up on the TV. No one else might have noticed, but Jack's rodent eyes were sensitive to light, and could see the light leaking through the seal on his mutt friend's headset.

Perhaps that was what gave the bad side effects? Aiden didn't seem to have any issues continuing on, barely missing a beat with each miss. Maybe the issues were overstated. His friend seemed to be slowly missing more and more, but that was probably just from the difficulty of the song, right?

In truth, Aiden really did feel drunk, swinging his arms about and desperately trying to keep up with the blur of notes streaming towards him. He noticed the flashes, even noticed himself feeling a little looser, a little blanker, but he dismissed it. The only thing on his mind was getting through the song: he had to prove himself. He was in front of all his friends: the night was going perfect, and he'd be damned if he fucked it up and embarassed himself in front of Crow.

Crow really was the one Aiden was worried about impressing. He had this stand-offish, hostile demeanor that sometimes broke away to reveal a funny, smart guy underneath all those layers. Despite his general priggishness, people seemed to gravitate towards him and like what he liked. Stereotypes would tell you that it was because he was a griffin -- whatever the reason, Aiden felt that the key to combining these disparate friends into a friend group was keeping Crow's approval.

Lost in his thoughts, Aiden didn't notice as his accuracy began to dwindle. What at first was one note missed here and there turned into two, three, then sometimes even ten in a row, each one missed by a mile. Jules still cheered him on in the background, but Aiden wasn't able to focus on it. All he could think about was Crow.

His arms grew stiff and heavy, numbing as if he were sedated. His fingers slipped, one of his controllers dropped to the floor. He still moved his fingers and arm as if he were holding it, not even comprehending there was nothing in his hand. The flashes increased in intensity, now that he was missing at least half of his notes, and the daze in his head built up rapidly from there.

All he could think of was Crow and his friends. And then Crow. And then nothing.

Even Jules noticed something was wrong. His cheering dwindled to an awkward murmur, then stopped. The mouse, griffin and terrier just watched in horror (or amusement) as their friend stopped moving entirely.

Everything was still for a few moments. There was nothing but the sound of the game in the air, song ruined by the emptiness of missed notes. Inside the headset, Aiden's eyes fried from the flashes: outside, Jules and Jack exchanged a worried glance. Jules' ears flicked towards his friend.

"I... I hear something," he murmured. "It's... Aiden is... he's..."

Soon enough Aiden was loud enough for everyone to hear: the poor brain-fried sap was babbling quietly, wavering on his feet. A thick strand of drool dribbled from his bottom lip, catching on his chest and oozing onto his stomach. The string of nonsense syllables mixed with quiet giggles, and at one point, an even quieter burst of gas, just enough for Jules' keen senses to hear. The scent soon hit Jack's nose, though, and his half-hard cock stood to attention in his pants. He had to adjust himself, bright red under his fur, before anyone else noticed.

"Crow? I, uh, do you think-?" Jules looked at Crow for permission to act, but Jack was having none of it: secret arousal aside, he marched past Crow even as the griffin told Jules no, and ripped the headset off Aiden's face. The song ended as the mouse set the headset on the ground, and he faced his friend.

Aiden's face was blank, eyes bloodshot and out of focus. How long had he gone without blinking? Without even focusing his eyes? Jack's chest tightened and his cock throbbed at the thought that he might have zonked his friend through inaction, but just as he was beginning to panic, Aiden let out a sigh and blinked, shaking his head.

"What happened?" he murmured after a few moments. Jack sighed in relief, shoulders sagging. He led his friend back to the couch, easing the still-woozy mutt into the cushion.

"Nothing," Jack finally replied. "You just got really in the zone is all, you absolutely killed that song. How about we take a break, yeah?"

Aiden nodded numbly, but Crow broke in with a harsh laugh.

"What, break up the fun just because Aiden got a little too into the game? C'mon, let's keep playing, don't be a pussy. We're gonna keep playing. Right, Aiden?"

The mutt's ears pressed back at the griffin's intense stare. He felt a little strange about what just happened, but as much as he wanted to protest, the words that came out of his mouth were "Sure, sure... I'm just a little drunk is all. Got a little too into it. You and Jules take a few turns, then I'll hop back in, alright?"

Crow and Jules were back gaming before Aiden even finished his sentence. Jack sighed and shook his head. The hold that Crow held over Aiden was concerning. It wasn't as if he didn't understand, though... Crow's soft bullying was what let him simply watch Aiden suffer for as long as he did.

"Well, let's just let you rest for a minute. Y'know, sober up a bit. So, uh, how's work been for you lately?"

Aiden's eyes lit up at the question: his work was one of the few things that he felt confident about in his life. Jack was well aware, given they'd met at a conference. Aiden was one of the rising stars in the academia world for applied mathematics, and talking about his work (to a receptive audience) never failed to relax him.

Predictably, Aiden dove in, detailing the specifics on some theorem that he was so, so close to cracking. Jack wanted to be impressed: if Aiden did it, he'd be tenure track for sure. All the mouse could focus on, however, was how 'not himself' the mutt seemed, and the longer he spoke, the more pronounced the oddness became.

It began with the small things. Aiden, while animated vocally, was normally rather stiff when he was talking about something that excited him. Jack always figured it was because the excitement was just too much, and he either had to stiffen himself up or his arms would be flailing all over the place as he tried to articulate some mind-bending concept or another. There was none of that now: Aiden was rocking back and forth ever so slightly, gesticulating awkwardly as he spoke.

Alright, no biggie. It could simply be the drinks, it didn't have to be the headset.

Then the oddness spread to Aiden's speech. Even while excited the mutt was always articulate and clear, but here Aiden was starting to stumble over the larger words, mumble and slur here and there, and sometimes even forget words.

Odd, but... he could still just be drunk. The mouse had to tuck his stiffening cock away again, hiding his tent. This could be so wrong, but hit so many of the mouse's secret kinks.

Finally, Aiden's whole persona began to shift. This is what set off alarm bells in Jack's mind: Aiden, no matter what, no matter how excited he was, took the 'art' of math serious as sin. He could be excited, he could be frustrated, but something Aiden would never, ever do is treat his academic pursuits lightly. Math was not a laughing matter, he liked to say, because his work could save lives one day.

And yet here was Aiden, giggling every time he stumbled over a word, rocking back and forth as he did so. He made jokes about how everyone forgot stupid things sometimes, he rolled his eyes when Jack came in with a correction on an equation name, Aiden treated math like it was a joke.

Jack tried to keep a pleasant face, even as his heart was pounding. What was going on? If this was the effect of booze on the mutt, that would be one thing, but the longer he went on, the more unhinged Aiden seemed to get. Something was very wrong.

The mouse glanced with furrowed brows over at Jules and Crow. The two were deep in the game, with Jules trying desperately not to fail on easy while Crow alternated between mocking his inability and cheering him on. Of course they wouldn't be paying attention to Aiden's oddness. And Crow, Jack suspected, would have encouraged it anyways. What's with that guy?

"Aiden." Jack interrupted his friend in the middle of a lumbering, stumbling tangent about cosines.

Aiden blinked and paused. His mouth hung open for a minute, mid-word, before he remembered to close it. "Uh... yeah? Sorry, what's up?"

"Are you ok?"

The mutt tipped his head. "What? Uh, yeah... yeah I'm ok! Just a bit uh, drunk, y'know? Hah, man! Isn't this party going great? They look like they're having a great time, don't they? They uh, they... they're still playing my game."

The pride in Aiden's voice was palpable. The mutt's gaze had shifted to his two friends playing away in the backdrop, all thoughts of math and theorems dropped from his mind.

Jack snapped his fingers to get Aiden's attention back. "Hi! Yeah. Things are going great. Can you tell me about what you've been working on? Like, what's the highest figure you've calculated using your new methods?"

Aiden frowned a little bit, quieting down. "Well, if I recall, it was in the tens of millions."

That was closer to the Aiden that Jack knew. "Alright, well, can you tell me what it is?"

"Sure, easy enough!" Aiden said with a smile. "It's ten million, eight hundred and... and fifty... fifty eight..." The mutt's brows furrowed as he tried to remember the rest of the digits. "Fifty eight thousand, um... it's... it's a big number. Heh. Like, like the game. Like the high score. I made the high score go really big."

Jack pressed again. "Yes, the high score. But what about work? What was that number?"

Aiden's smile twitched into a frown for just a moment. "Oh! Um, ten million... ten, ten million and... and eleven." He paused long enough that Jack almost said something, but then the mutt began to giggle and rock back and forth, crossing his arms across his chest. "Eleven! Eleven million, t-twelve, twelve uh, thirteen! Thirteen million!"

The giggles started to make his words incoherent, though Jack could figure out that the mutt was still counting up. He leaned forward and tried to grip Aiden's shoulders to steady him, but the mutt's rocking just got more violent. "Aiden. Aiden!" Jack practically hissed in his ears. "Aiden, what are you doing?"

Aiden just let out another giggle. "I'm, I'm makin the numbers go up! Big, big numbers, like, like the game! Making big big numbers!" He threw Jack's hands off of him with a shoulder shrug and started rocking even harder.

While Jack was busy trying to figure out what was going on with Aiden, the song had ended (with Jules losing halfway through), and that had finally freed up Crow's attention. He was looking towards Jack and Aiden with great interest, head cocked ever so slightly. Jules hadn't noticed a thing, enthralled as he was in the game: he was currently picking his next song, the sting of failing the previous one already gone.

Crow yanked the headset off Jules' head and wrenched the controllers from his limp hands, ignoring the sounds of confusion coming from the dopey himbo. ("Hey man, not cool!" the terrier whined.) Instead, he walked over to the mid-episode Aiden and thrust them into his arms, knocking the mutt out of his stupor.

"Here, nerd. We've been playing a while, it's your turn," Crow said.

Aiden stared at the headset for a little while as his eyes focused. "It... you have been? I... I'm feeling a little weird. Maybe take another go?" Though his words were clear, he spoke slowly, as if gunk were lodged in his mental gears.

"Do it." Crow said. "It's your turn. I want to see what happens when you finally beat the song in Insanity difficulty. You can do it, can't you? You're not a pushover. You got this."

The griffin grinned as Aiden slowly clambered to his feet, but Jack, feeling a rush of bravery in his chest, pulled Aiden right back down.

"Aiden, no!" he pleaded, gripping his friend's sleeve. "Something's wrong, can't you tell? You're acting strange, you were drooling last song. Insanity mode is dangerous!"

Before Aiden could respond, Crow cut in. "Ah, don't listen to the loser. You're the best at this! You were just a little drunk, that's all, right? It's nothing to worry about, go show us how it's done."

Jack's eyes flashed. "Crow, you know it's not alright! I can't believe you're trying to make Aiden -"

Aiden's head began to throb as his two friends threw arguments at each other, their retorts becoming almost too fast for him to comprehend. Jack said something about... internet studies? And then Crow said something about Jack being a loser... they went on, Jules whimpering in the background, until finally Crow found the magic phrase.

"You don't want to be a failure, do you?"

His breath caught in his throat. He perked up, looking Crow in the eyes. "What?"

Crow grinned as he trapped his 'friend'. "You don't wanna be a failure. This party is sooo close to being lame-" ("I don't think it's lame!" protested Jules) "- and honestly, the only thing you could do to save it is beat that song on insanity difficulty. If you do, we'll all be sooo impressed that we'll all be friends. If not... who knows?"

The griffin's thick sarcasm flew right over Aiden's head. Crow always said what he meant, right? So he must be telling the truth? And if he was... Aiden couldn't let this party fall apart, no matter how concerned Jack felt about it.

"Alright," he said. "I'll do it."

To Jack's despair, Aiden shoved his friend aside and slipped on the headset, marching to the middle of the room with the determination of a soldier. He flipped through the menus, scrolling until he reached the final song on the set list. He selected it, and then turned the difficulty up to Insanity.

'Are you sure?' The same warning about experimental flashes popped up. After reading it, Aiden swallowed the last of his doubts and hit 'OK'.

Inside the game, the screen faded to a dull slate color. Bands of light jetted all around Aiden, each streak representing a track of notes he'd have to hit. A hum filled his ears. In the distance, notes gathered, and began to streak towards him. A dull, thumping beat filled his ears - the song or his blood? The mutt gritted his teeth, tightened his grip, and brought his controller into a ready position. He was going to blow this song out of the water. He needed to do this. He needed to win.

Back in reality, his three friends watched in tense anticipation. General confusion radiated from poor Jules, while Crow wore a wide grin. Jack had his arms crossed, frown etched on his face. Both Crow and Jack were sporting throbbing tents: the display might have had them horny for different reasons, but it was evident both of them got something out of it.

The room was silent for a moment as the song wound up. Jack bit his lip, heart beating as what seemed like certain doom bore down on his friend. Aiden missed the first string of notes, then the second. His body shook as if they were physically impacting him, and he let out another wet fart. Jack's cock throbbed.

There was a brief interlude, and Aiden took the time to crack his neck, loosen himself up. The next wave crashed down on him, and this time, Aiden was ready: his arms were a blur as he hit every single one, swinging with almost inhuman speed to hit them all. He did the same for the next string, and then next, and Jack finally relaxed, sinking into his seat. Aiden had this...

His cock still throbbed, a bead of pre soaking through the tent in his pants. It was good that his friend wasn't going to be subjected to more damage tonight, but, part of him was disappointed. Those things he read online, they hit buttons that Jack tried to forget existed.

Visions of Aiden failing flashed through his mind. His intelligent words turning to babbles and moans, tongue out and drooling everywhere, the seat of his pants turning brown and sagging as he let loose his cares and worries, and a tent in the front showing everyone just how good it felt to be dumb... and later, Jack imagined, he'd be letting loose all those 'worries' into thick, crinkly diapers.

Fuck, he wanted it. To see it.

Jack's train of thought derailed as the couch sagged beneath the weight of Crow sitting down next to him. This was the closest the two had ever been together, and the mouse could smell faint hints of sour sweat and weed wafting off the griffin.

Crow looked down at Jack's tent and sniggered. "Man, you really are a freak." Anticipating the mouse's flustered reaction, he cut it off by pulling Jack's hand onto his own tent. "Speaking from experience."

His protests dead on his lip, Jack burned in silence. Maybe he was into some fucked up things... but at least he wasn't alone. Even if his company was this domineering asshole.

The two sat there for a little while, both staring at their mutual friend trying his best to make it to the end of the song. Only Jules was still cheering him on, completely oblivious to the developments happening on his left, but Aiden was just as unaware of reality. Every inch of him was focused on hitting those notes perfectly. Maybe if he did good enough, maybe then...

"I bet I can guess what's got ya goin," Crow whispered in Jack's ear.

The sensation set Jack's fur on end. Still, he tried to play dumb. "You have no idea what I'm into, pervert. I should slap you for even making me touch you like that. M-My, my kinks are deep set and, uh, philosophically sound. You wouldn't understand.

High-class word salad did little to dissuade Crow from prying further. If anything, it encouraged him. "Well, I know why I'm into this shit... but if I had to guess your shit, hmm... small mouse, big brain. I bet you think it's hot to get stupid, don't ya?"

Jack squeaked and looked to his left, ears flattened and hands on his knees. "N-No, no, you-"

"Oh, you know I'm right. I wasn't sure before, but you just told me, dumbass. I bet... I bet you're into the noises he makes too. The moans. The gurgles. The drool. You want him to be a real dumbass, don't you?"

The mouse fell silent, refusing to acknowledge the griffin.

Crow leaned in for one last try. This time, he pushed a bit. "I bet... you want him to load up his pants with piss and shit. And you wanna see him enjoy it. Can't deny being dumb feels good if he does that, can ya?"

"...shut up." Jack refused to look at Crow.

"Hah! Really?" Crow sniggered and leaned back in his chair, chuckling quietly. "Wow, Jesus dude, you're nasty. See, you can say whatever ya want, but that dick of yours twitches every time I talk about it."

Before Jack could say a thing, Crow reached over and rested his warm hand on the mouse's tent. Even tucked in his waistband, it was rock hard, impossible not to notice throbbing against the griffin's hand. The mouse whimpered and squirmed down further into his seat.

"Y'know, I bet if I covered this sensor for just three seconds, it would be enough to fuck Aiden up pretty bad. Could wreck his concentration... if you really didn't want to see it, you could stop me. All you gotta do is say the word."

Crow locked eyes with Jack as he held his hand near the sensor, inches from blocking the way. Jack stared at him, every inch of his body screaming to do something, say something... but his rock hard dick leaked far too much pre for him to do anything. He instead fell into an uneasy silence, crossing his arms and looking down.

"Aight, well... remember, this is all your fault." With that, Crow covered the sensor with both hands, counting down under his breath. "One, two, three..."

He didn't even have to reach five for there to be a visible effect. Almost immediately Aiden's swings became erratic and haphazard, trying to compensate for the lag and semi-disappearance of his tracking. The last thing out of his mouth was a muttered 'What the..?'.

And then, he stopped. His hands slowly lowered, let go of the controllers and let them dangle next to him. Inside the visor, the poor mutt was getting bombarded with flashes, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Crow sat down to Jack with a grin, crossing his arms. "And now, to watch the show." Jack whimpered, but couldn't force himself up... instead he just fondled his cock through his jeans, staring at Aiden in fear and excitement.

"Buddy?" Jules said after a few moments of this. "Buddy, uh, you're missing a lot of notes. You ok?"

Aiden didn't answer. At first he just stood there, controllers dangling. Jack could almost convince himself there was nothing wrong going on, that Aiden was just a little stunned is losing is all... but then the changes began.

His stance began to sag. His knees buckled, turning inwards and knocking against each other, while his back hunched. Little, almost inaudible giggling noises escaped from deep in his chest, and he brought his hands up to his face, rubbing them together.

The smell came before the sound. The noses of all three onlookers wrinkled as a deep, nutty odor spread in the air, followed quickly by a deep, crackling noise. Jules and Jack gasped, Crow grinned as a thick log of shit tented the back of Aiden's pants, pushing out several inches before breaking off under his lifted tail and sliding down his taint to rest at the bottom of his pants.

Several more logs followed, and Aiden became more vocal as his pants began to sag and bulge. Several times he almost formed words, but mostly they were whimpers and moans, quiet giggles thrown in here and there. A hissing noise joined the sound of Aiden's crackling shit. A dark wet spot appeared on the mutt's crotch, and soon spread down his legs. In moments, the carpet around his feet was soaked in piss, but Aiden didn't even notice.

For a short while, there was only the sound of panting, pissing, and worried whimpers from Jules. Finally the sound of shit and piss stopped, and Jules gathered up the courage to approach Aiden from behind, laying a paw on his shoulder.

"H-hey man uh, you alright? Are you- jesuswhatthefuck!"

Jules jumped back as he caught sight of Aiden's face. The mutt turned to face his friends, tail wagging, and even Crow gagged a bit at the sight.

Aiden wore a grand smile from cheek to cheek, pushing up the vr visor so that it almost came off. Thick strands of drool oozed from his lips, dribbling down onto his shirt before ultimately spilling onto the ground in thick, mushy piles. Chunky snot dribbled from his nostrils, dripping off his lips, onto his teeth, and back into his mouth. A disturbingly large snot bubble grew from his left nostril: Aiden giggled idly, and raised a shaking paw to grab at it. Before Jules could stop him - pop! - the mutt's claws burst the bubble, and mucus splattered on his face, on the ground, and all over the visor.

With a wet gag, Jules grabbed the front of the visor and lifted it off Aiden's head. The poor mutt's pupils were dilated and his eyes were crossed, focusing on the bridge of his nose. As the other three stood there in silence, Aiden slowly managed to make his eyes focus on them. No spark of recognition flared anywhere in them: they were as empty as his pants were full.

"Jesus Christ, man." Jules gagged again and stepped back. "This is, uh, this is the drunkest I've ever seen anyone." Crow and Jack glanced at each other: was Jules really this dense? "Imma run back home guys! I know, like, THE best cure for being drunk, gonna go grab it and fix my lil buddy up good. You guys clean him up alright?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Jules sprinted out the front door, forgetting to close it behind him. Apparently, he really was that dense.

For a few minutes the only sound was that of Aiden babbling and giggling, punctuated by the occasional fart or moan. Both remaining friends were hard as a rock as they simply tried to process what had just happened. Neither knew quite what they were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.

Crow was the first to gather his thoughts. "Alright, you perv, this is what you wanted. Now go grab the diapers from your car and clean Aiden up."

Jack squeaked. "I, uh, why do you think I have diapers? I'd never, I don't wear, why would I have diapers?" The mouse's high-pitched tone gave away the blatant falsehood of his words, and after a glance from Crow, the mouse slunk away to his car, bringing back a case of thick diapers. Jack was just happy he only had his plain white padding: he'd never live it down if he brought the ones with designs on the front.

The griffin smirked. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Fuckin perv like you, no chance you didn't have some stashed away. Bet you use them a lot, dontcha?"

There was no answer, but Crow didn't need to hear one. The little mouse's squirming said it all.

"Alright, slut. Go clean up Aiden. God knows I ain't touching this shit. You wanted this, you deal with it."

"Yeah, like you're not hard as fuck," Jack spit back. "You wanted this, and hell, you're the one who did it!"

Crow's eyes flashed at Jack's petulence. "Shut up and diaper the dumbass up, dumbass."

Satisfied at having finally stood up to his bullying acquaintance, Jack carefully guided Aiden to the ground and lifted his legs up. The stench from pounds of shit hit him like a wave, but rather than gag from it, Jack closed his eyes and sniffed, cock throbbing from it. He was more than used to the smell, given his own usage, and he'd always had a thing for other people's shit.

Changing diapers was one of the few things Jack was absolutely certain of his skills in, but changing Aiden was a different experience. It wasn't just because it was his friend, but just how every single inch of Aiden seemed to showcase one kink or another that Jack had spent years trying to ignore.

Mounds of shit pushed into one's underwear and pants, thick, chunky snot bubbling everywhere, the way he drooled and babbled happily, and most importantly, the empty, happy noises he made each time Jack touched him. There wasn't any worry behind those eyes, no thoughts. Just happy acceptance, even after having humiliated himself so thoroughly in front of his friends.

It was all Jack could do not to cum right then and there. He ignored his raging erection (and Aiden's, which was pouring pre) and started to clean his friend's face, using his own shirt to wipe the snot off. Then, with stunning speed, he managed to slip Aiden out of his pullover and t-shirt, quickly followed by his jeans, folding them neatly and setting them to the side.

All that was left was Aiden's briefs. At one point they were bleach white, but those days were long gone. The front was stained a deep yellow, almost orange, and was stretched out by the canine's shaft. The back was a deep brown and green, the giant load pulling the front of the briefs taut. A few logs managed to lean out the bottom of the leg cuffs, staining the ground, and one peeked through the underwear's fly. It was thick and solid enough that Jack could imagine it was a greasy, disgusting cock, just plopped from a filthy whore's ass. Or maybe his ass.

The mouse shivered and pushed the thoughts away, pulling Aiden's briefs off and sliding them to the side, and quickly replacing them with a pair of thick diapers before letting the mutt's backside back on the ground. This left Aiden's ass and balls covered in shit, but his red, mottled dog dick only soaked in piss. It took everything in him not to try sucking it, and it showed in his movements.

"Y'know, you could suck him off," Crow suggested. "I know you wanna... why don't you give in and do it? Bet it would make Aiden real happy."

Jack shot him a nasty glance and started taping up Aiden's diaper. "Listen dude, we don't know what he's gonna remember when he snaps out of this."

"If," Crow corrected. Jack's cock throbbed again.

"If," repeated Jack in a quiet voice. "Anyways, he obviously can't say yes or no, so I'm not gonna. It's... it's wrong."

"Wrong like letting me fry his brain like a fuckin' egg?"

Jack looked down, closing his eyes a moment before finishing the diaper job. He sat Aiden back up and then stood: the mutt immediately pissed his diapers. The mouse sighed and shook his head, but idly rubbed his tent at the same time.

Crow's keen eye missed nothing. He walked up behind Jack, prodding the mouse's back with his dick. "Makes me wonder why you did it. You're a fuckin pervert, but you pretend you got such a high and mighty moral system. If you're so much 'better' than this, why'd you let me fry him?"

"I-I..." Jack's breath caught in his throat.

The griffin could feel the mouse tense up as he fought some sort of internal battle. Crow was never one to let a good opportunity to fuck with someone go to waste. "Why'd you let me egg him on like that? Let all of them bits of who this mutt is just... poof! Go away! Bit. By. Bit?"

The two stood there for a few moments, both of them openly rubbing their erections now. "I was, I was just so stunned the first time, when it happened, I thought maybe I was overreacting like normal..."

Crow cocked his head. "Oh, yeah? And what about the second time? You sure as hell knew what would happen that time."

As the two spoke, Aiden crawled up to them with his tail wagging hard. Neither of them noticed until Crow felt the mutt's warm, wet lips wrap around his balls, sucking them in and slurping at them. The griffin let out a deep moan and draped his cock across Aiden's face.

Jack looked down at the two, chest heaving as he fought to keep his cool. This was all so fucking hot... but he still couldn't. "Aiden was so worried about all this going well, he wasn't really enjoying the party. Didja notice that?"

"Wha-?" Crow looked down at the mouse, blinking. "Oh, shit, uh yeah. Yeah I noticed."

The mouse ignored Crow's preoccupation with Aiden's mouth and continued. "I noticed. Aiden's a lot like me... kinda shy, kinda awkward, no self confidence... this party was stressful as hell for him. He was forfeiting all the things that made him, well... him, just to be a good host. He wasn't having a good time."

Jack circled Crow and Aiden, looking at them from all angles. The bliss on the mutt's face was clear, though Crow's cock admittedly got in the way. His eyes were empty, but there was no stress or worry in them. He was just happiness, pure and simple. He was indulging in all the basest desires of intelligence without a hint of shame.

"Sure does look happy now, don't he?" Jack murmured as he pressed his dick against his friend's cheek. Aiden reached up and started jacking Jack off as well, eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Horny, stupid, and really, really fucking happy. Must be nice to not have to worry, just indulge in every gross fantasy you got."

Crow nodded absently, quite taken up in the sensation of Aiden's wet, drooling slurps. "Yeah, sounds nice. Means I get a nice ball polishin' too, so I ain't complaining. So what, you're sayin it's okay because he's happy? Is that what you're tellin yourself? See, I say it's okay cuz I want to do it."

For a while, there was nothing but the sound of wet sucking and slurping as Aiden worked on sucking all the sweat from Crow's balls. Crow furiously masturbated over the mutt, continually bringing himself to the edge and backing down, again and again, each time coming closer and closer to toppling over into glorious orgasm.

He didn't think much of the fact that Jack didn't reply. In fact, he didn't even notice. He just kept his eyes closed, Jack's words bouncing around his head while he focused on his pleasure. Until something felt odd.

"Hey, Jack?" he asked as he opened his eyes.

Jack stood five feet away, headset adjusted securely to his smaller head and controllers in hand. The tv showed the beginnings of the song Aiden had just failed starting up, the notes far in the distance. They rushed towards him, but rather than ready his controllers, Jack raised his hands in the air. The beat grew louder, the notes hurtled closer and closer, and Jack dropped the controllers to the ground. The sound of missed notes distorted the track. Inside the visor, the mouse's eyes were bombarded with flashes.

And he wore a grin the entire time.

Epilogue

Jules panted as he approached Aiden's house, five pounds of bacon held under his arm. Maybe he didn't have to sprint the whole way there and back, but he didn't want to leave the party for too long, it was just getting real good. Plus, no harm in gettin gains when you could, right?

He couldn't help but grin as he jogged up the steps to the front door. It was gonna be so funny, he was gonna burst in like they did in the sitcoms, say something funny, then everyone was gonna laugh. And then they were gonna all have bacon!

The terrier paused for a second as he reached the door. What would he say? 'Talk about bringing home the bacon?' 'No need to fear, bacon is here?'

Eh. He'd think of something. Everyone always laughed at what he said anyways, he was talented like that.

Alright, show time. Jules counted down in his head, '3... 2... 1... go!' and slammed open the door, bursting into the living room with the bacon held high above his head.

"Don't worry guys! I got... the... bacon?"

He tipped his head in confusion and slowly set the bacon down. The hell was going on here? Aiden lay diapered in the corner, babbling and drooling over himself. Jack was playing that VR game but doing really bad, he wasn't even moving the controllers at all. He was just crouching there, shitting into his pants. Crow was right behind Jack, humping against the mouse's soft, velvety ears. He was the only one who reacted to Jules bursting in, staring at the jock with eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Jules! Jules, uh... I, uh..."

Jules shook his head and chuckled a bit. It was obvious what was happening here. "Christ, you guys got even more drunk? ...I'm gonna need to get more bacon."