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The Game Chapter 7

By Nate16 and Nex_Anima_Canis

****Mike****

Mike was breathing rather heavily at this point. He hadn't stopped running around the track since he left the showers. One person was still on the bleachers, like he was watching him run. Mike didn't really care.

It wasn't Bobby, so why should he care?

Mike shuddered, just the thought of the tiny man... with his...

Mike had to slow, and stop, and take a seat at the bottom of the bleachers.

Every time the smaller male crossed into his thoughts, he almost came in his jock.

Rubbing his incredibly hard shaft through his track pants. Mike couldn't believe a guy had gotten him to levels of lust he didn't even know existed. Leaning forward, and slumping down, he held his head in his hands, not knowing whether to cry or run to Bobby's, tackle him to the ground... and take him as his own...

Sam emerged from the locker room a few seconds later and immediately noticed Mike looking rather depressed on the bleachers. With a game coming up on the weekend, Mike knew the quarterback didn't want any of his teammates falling behind since it was a rather important match.

Sam struck a cocky pose and strutted over to Mike, clapping the linebacker playfully on the shoulder and sliding in next to him.

"Hey there, man! What's gotcha down?" Before Mike could answer, he said, "I bet it's that shower stall right? The one that reeks to high heaven like someone replaced all the water with cum! Man, someone needs to clean the place up!"

Mike gasped. He could swear he just soiled his jock with cum right then and for some reason the need to kiss Sam openly overtook him. But the jock stopped himself half way in his turn to face his teammate.

"Yeah dude, totally reeks like some fags from Creastwood wanted throw the game off before the season opener." He chuckled leaning back. Try as he might to put on a brave face, he still looked worried and sighed. "But yeah... nah man, it's not that... just, I'm stressing myself over this date tonight... First one I've had w-.... since Casey..." He tried to stop himself from saying 'With another man.' Being dumped wasn't something he was fond of, but he didn't want his teammates thinking he was superman either.

Taking in a deep breath, his cheeks flushed. If he hadn't cummed, he'd definitely started drooling pre inside of his cock. He could smell it.

***Sam***

With his transformations all ready well underway, Sam could detect the arousal coming from Mike. There was even a faint, familiar scent there... kind of like a mix between tiger and horse... Bobby?

Sam shook the thought from his head and grinned at his teammate, giving Mike a playful shove. He had to admit, Mike's arousal was slowly making him a little excited as well. Thinking of Mike with another girl made him a little jealous.

"So you finally dumped that whore? Good for you! I guess this new girl has got you pretty excited if you're this stressed out huh? Where does she live?"

"She dumped me dude, like, before summer," Mike corrected. "But this one... is... 'special'." He confirmed, chuckling. "Lives up in Blackwood Terrence too, you know, the rich neighborhood." He nodded to Sam with a sigh. "Your plans for the evenin' dude? Who's the lucky lady lined up waiting for you? Pimp."

"Not a lady, man. Not a pimp either." Sam grinned at Mike. He didn't feel at all ashamed or embarrassed that he was openly admitting he was gay or that he was going out with Nate. "I'm in love man. I love a goddamn sexy wolf. Going out with Nate tonight! Gonna love the night away in the forest before my parents get back!"

It was then another person sat down beside Mike, the red haired male not looking too small beside the huge football players.

"We're going to the forest tonight?" Nate asked.

"You're... G-gay?" Mike was looking at Sam and Nate was leaning over with Mike. "Really? Sam? No way!" he mocked.

"Also, nice to see you again Mike, Chemistry was awesome last year." Nate grinned, patting Sam's shoulder.

Sam inclined his head to the side, his canine side kicking in to aid his confusion.

"You two know each other?" he asked. A devilish thought crossed his mind as a grin crossed his features.

"Yeah...he was my chem lab partner last year, had a great time, Didn't we Mike?" Nate asked, easily reaching up to wrap his arms around Sam's neck, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Mike was breathing hard, looking at the two made him cross his legs

"And yeah," Sam chuckled from the corner of his mouth as he kissed Nate. "I'm gay Mike. Too bad you're not." Sam winked as his teammate and pulled Nate to his feet. "If you ever get tired of pussy and boobs, look us up. We got plenty of room and tonnes of games to play."

N-nate, Bobby's your friend right?" Mike asked, looking away from the two, trying to hide his erection.

Nate pulling away from Sam's lips.

Nodding, eyes growing slightly serious. "Why?"

Mike sighed. "I've got a date with him tonight..."

Sam's jaw could've hit the floor and his cock instantly became erect.

Possibilities flooded his mind but so did other thoughts... Thoughts of the Game and what it could do to Mike. His teammate didn't know about the magical game board and if he had been going out with Bobby for a while now, no doubt he'd be in for a surprise.

Sam instantly sat back down and slid close to Mike, scrutinizing his teammate closely.

"You're going to Bobby's house tonight? When did this happen? How long have you two been going out?"

****Mike****

Mike gasped, his blush brightening.

For such a large guy, he wasn't used to talking about things he didn't even understand. Turning away from Sam, he looked to the track. Mike Looked to Sam and sighed.

"F-first Date... I saw him today, in the locker rooms... he was... touching himself in the showers... a-and I don't usually fall for guys... n-never fall for guys Sam. But h-he..." Mike stood up suddenly, cursing aloud. "He's got me by the balls Sam! I've never felt so fucking afraid in my life! I've felt nervous on a first Date before, but t-this is crazy!"

Sam exchanged glanced with his mate and sighed very softly. "Mike... It's clear you have feelings for Bobby. If it's just what gets your rocks off and nothing else then there's nothing wrong with that. It doesn't make you gay. What makes you gay is if you accept it." He gave his teammate a shaky grin. "Hell, I know a lot of guys on the team that'd do anything to cum and I mean -anything-. So if this is what you want... then go for it, man. No one is gonna judge you." He turned to Nate. "Right, hun?"

"If by judge, you mean think less of? Then no," Nate said firmly, "no way, but... gosh, can I judge how good he looks right now?" Nate chuckled, leaning against Sam, his hands roaming over the Wolf's chest why he stared at Mike. "You look good dude..." he smirked.

Mike blushing furiously. "You look a lot d-different N-Nate..." Mike was having a horrible time with his stutter right now, but seeing Nate and Sam like this, was almost painful.

In a good way.

"When did you start working out?" he asked.

"Same night I kissed Sam," Nate chuckled.

"So... mind giving me a ride to Bobbys'?" Mike asked, taking a seat on the bleachers.

Sam grinned and patted Mike's shoulder. "Sure thing man. Besides, I'm Bobby's ride home anyway. We gotta stop by my house for a second to pick up some of the stuff he left behind but after that, we'll head straight over. And make that little nerd squeal for me 'kay?"

He led the two to his car where Bobby was already waiting.

Bobby looked a little surprised to see Mike, Sam and Nate all walking towards him. For a second, he "Hey guys," he greeted. "What's up?

Nate grinned, quickly moving in front of the two other's he was walking alongside, pushing Bobby against the car. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against the smaller male, chuckling afterwards.

"Shotgun," he proclaimed with a grin.

Mike stopped dead in his tracks, not far away from the car or anything, but was totally taken off from such the forward action Nate took, all for the front seat.

Looking to Sam, he almost wanted to ask how often this happened.

Bobby chuckled softly and regarded Mike, "After you, handsome."

Mike gasped a little, walking over to the car. This was Sam's car, that he knew."

The hulking Football player climbed into the back seat to the far side of the car. Looking back to Bobby, and being in the presence of so many gay men, he mustered up some confidence, pulling Bobby in with him, falling onto his back in the back seating. With Bobby up in his arms, he leaned in, kissing the other male slowly at first, but soon he worked into something much deeper and passionate.

Leaning away from Bobby slowly as Nate closed the door behind them, grinning to Sam. "Look it then new couple," pointing the two in the back seat as he walked to the passenger side door. "Think Bobby feels as dreamy as Mike does?" he asked without stepping into the car.

Mike's panting was rather loud that if slightly muffled Nate's words. When he finally spoke up, he was gasping between each word. "I just... wanted to make sure it felt.... right..."

Bobby smirked and reached across Mike's thick leg and squeezed the football player's large package. "It's perfect."

At the front, Sam rolled his eyes and started the engine. "You two can the hormones please? You can fuck each other silly when you're NOT in my car."

Mike just continued to cuddle with Bobby as Sam drove them back to the quarterback's house. While he didn't mind Bobby fondling him, he had the sneaking suspicion that Bobby might have ulterior motives. Still, he couldn't focus on that as he simply reveled at Bobby's touch.

He noted that Nate wasn't even in his seat by the time they'd gotten to Sam's place. Sitting on the armrest in between the driver and passenger's seat with his arm over Sam's shoulder, not trying to distract Sam as they rode but trying to have a damn fun time. His fingers playing over Sam's chiseled stomach, and cupping his groin every so often.

Mike was not being as forward as Bobby with his gropes but his arms were around the smaller male, holding him tight for the car ride. They were smiling to the other, watching Bobby's eyes and calming down immensely now that they were out away from prying eyes. Mike pushed his lips against the Bobby's every so often.

"I meant for me..." he whispered. "So, what are we going to do at your place?"

****Bobby****

Bobby didn't want to give anything away especially since he knew Sam would be reluctant to let Mike into the Game. Sam had made it clear that he wanted the Game to end but Bobby was the exact opposite.

He never wanted the game to end.

With a smirk, he said, "I got a pretty big TV and all the hot man-on-man action you could want, stud." He poked Mike's stomach. "And all the food you could want. I want my man big and strong." A wink followed as he jiggled his own package playfully. "And if you're good, there'll be dessert for you."

Mike chuckled softly, hands slowly working along Bobby's back. "I think I could go for a big meal..." He smirked, his stomach rumbling slightly, which made him blush. "And I know you won't disappoint." Mike smirked in the cute way that Bobby found quite arousing.

"Bob, " Nate said over his shoulder, "we're here, your stuff is in the Back, now get out... I have my own

Date you know."

Bobby never even noticed that they returned to his house... or, estate rather. Mike openned up the driver's side back seat, he looked to Bobby.

"After you."

Bobby grinned and leapt out of the car, grabbing his stuff from the trunk. He also stuffed the Game into his bag just to make sure that Sam didn't see it. He practically danced all the way back up to the large, double doors with Mike shuffling behind him.

He waved at Nate and Sam enthusiastically and watched them drive off.

"Have fun on your date guys," he chuckled softly. "When you get back, nothing will be the same." He turned back to Mike, grabbing the footballer's hand. "Come on! I know the perfect thing we can do before dinner!"

Mike chucked as he pressed Bobby against that door before he could open it. "Oh yeah?" he asked, pressing his lips against Bobby's. "Mnn, I al-."

Bobby wondered what had interrupted Mike's words and he glanced over his shoulder to find Sam's car driving back around.

Sticking his head out of Sam's window, Nate yelled, "Bob! I forgot to tell you something!"

Bobby groaned and sighed heavily. "I'll meet you in the entertainment room," he told Mike, pressing a hand against those defined pecs. "Don't start without me." He gave Mike his backpack containing the Game and hurried back down the lawn to meet Nate.

Once he reached Sam's car, he growled, "This better be good."

Nate chuckled, looking to Bobby. "Be gentle with him Bob, he's not used to all of this stuff, it looks like it's taking well, just, try not to freak him out with... everything. He probably didn't see the fur in the shower." He winked to Bobby.

"I'll start it slow," Bobby answered softly, making sure Sam didn't hear. "But I promise you'll be wanting a bit of him too later on." He winked at Nate before turning and bolting back towards his estate.

When Bobby ran back into the house, he the door behind him slammed shut and like a cool breeze he felt his bag drop beside him. Mike's arms wrapped tightly around his chest with a grin on the jock's face.

"Hey there..." Mike whispered into his ears. "I couldn't find the entertainment room... so I thought I'd wait..."

Bobby giggled and took the bag. "Right. You just couldn't wait to see me."

He grasped Mike's hand and took him the grand staircase, down the west wing corridor and into the entertainment room where a huge TV screen awaited them completely with surround sound and what had to be a pool table. He crouched in front of the TV, grinning at Mike as he reached into his bag and pulled out the Game.

****Mike****

"Board games?" Mike asked, seeing Bobby pull out the rather old looking.... thing. He was pretty confused. "Pool table... T.V.... each other.... and, we're gonna play a board game?" He chuckled shrugging. Walking up next to where Bobby was leaned down. The football jock knelt down and pulled the other close.

"This isn't like any OTHER board game, Mike," Bobby said, opening up the game. "It changes you. I mean, REALLY changes you. Come one, fill this out and hold onto this." He gave Mike an Avatar Sheet and one of the plain, unmade Avatar cubes.

Mike blinked. He had no idea what Bobby was talking about, but shrugged it off, pulling over the sheet and taking the Cube. "Uh, got a pen or something?" he asked, looking around, then noticed the quill on the board. "That'll work." He shrugged and pulled out the quill. Seeing a Tiger on the board and two pieces set to the side, figures of two very interesting Wolves.

"W-what is this Game man?" he asked, looking at the sheet, and started to idly filling out everything but the name, where he went to write 'Mike' but stopped. "What name suits me Bobby?"

Mike felt Bobby appraising him, those eyes of his drifting down to the jock's crotch. With a grin he suggested, "You want a big dick, stud? Why not 'Spike'? As in you can 'spike' me anytime." For emphasis, he turned around and slapped his ass playfully

Mike chuckled. "Me be Spike? Nah, this thing is an 'avatar' sheet thingy, got nothin' to do with me... just askin' me what I want most, makin' it into... something or other. But, I do like the sound of that... Spike." He grinned, leaning down to write the name out on the page. "There, now what?" he asked Bobby.

Bobby leaned forward, grinning wildly as he felt the changes start to creep into him. He swiftly began removing his shirt, his arousal already straining against his pants and a soft groan escaping his lips. "Now..." he panted. "Now we get naked."

"Get naked? We're not even gonna do like a strip poker sorta thing? You wanna play board games nude? What about this thin- Ah!"

He dropped the block he was holding his hand.

"That fuckin' hurt!" he cried standing up. "Bob, what.... ugh... I feel..." He looked around. "Bob, is there a... Fume leak?" he asked, becoming light headed. The block starting to glow red hot, it's form changing slowly. Until a large rhino stood tall and proud in front of the shirtless Bobby.

Mike watched Bobby groan softly as he kicked off his pants. He gawked as a rapid growth of fur sprouted all over the other male's body to accentuate his already engorged penis. Bobby's features stretched and altered, his feline features pushing past his boring, old, human face. Bobby groaned softly as muscles slowly began to build around him scrawny frame. Nothing to rival Mike - Spike's - but still impressive. At the same time, Bobby's tongue lengthening, slowly sliding out of his growing muzzle and dripping all over the game board and himself.

Mike watched Bobby, eyes wide in horror and lust, seeing that huge penis show itself once more.

"B-bobby?" he asked, crawling forward. He stopped, groaning lustfully, falling to his knees. His skin became pale, until he looked sickly. Soon, he looked sickly and his skin turned more... grey. Looking over himself Mike couldn't help but gasp.

"What's going on? B-bobby!?" he shouted. He felt his skin becoming harder. Pressing his hand over his skin for the first time, he noticed it felt thick, and leathery, like the hide of a... a... a rhino.

"B-Bobby!" he called again to the man he thought he'd spend a rather calm evening with. Only seeing quiet a sexy creature in front of him. "B-bo...." He bent over in pain. Suddenly, his clothing felt tight, his baggy track pants were tight against his legs, which under the grey fabric looked huge.

A large drop of precum dripped out from the tip of Bobby's cock as he watched Mike grew. "Better get rid of those clothes quick, stud. I don't have anything that'd fit you."

"W-what?" Mike groaned, holding his stomach as he bent forward. "F-fuck...." Mike moaned out, the sound of tearing fabric filled his ears as those grey track pants fell away, revealing strong looking legs, but not defined like Sam's or Nate's had been. Of course, all that remained down below was a Jock that looked to be barely containing something monstrous inside.

Mike leaned back and gasped. He'd had a bit of a middle before, but his shirt was riding up a gut! Pulling away the shirt, he threw it away, finding he still had thick, hard pecs and huge arms. Looking between his legs, he scrambled, pulling away that thick jock revealing his long prick and full sac. Not longer than Bobby's horse prick but nothing to be ashamed about either.

Letting the stretched jock fall to the floor, Mike looked to Bobby.

"What is happening to m-Arg!" Mike threw his head back, his hair falling from his skull, making a clump on the floor. His ears migrated to the top of his head, his jaw moving out, nostrils changing and soon, something large and white pushed from the edge of his muzzle - a long white horn, with two small ones behind it. His fingers fusing from four individual digits, to three and a thumb. A small tail flicked

about behind him.

****Ballista****

Ballista's transformation finished and his own, long, striped tail waved excitedly behind him as he crawled across the floor and onto Spike's impressive chest. The rhino's skin felt hard and leathery but very warm at the same time. He ran his hand across those pecs, probing those nipples and slowly pulling his feline muzzle against the rhino's lips, drawing a long, passionate kiss that sent his cock riding up that belly.

Spike was still overcome by the transformation and his inhibitions seemed lowered so he too drove into the kiss unbarred. Ballista pulled away from the contact, smiling at his new... playmate.

"Hi there, Spike. I'm Ballista."

M-... Spike groaned into that kiss, returning it happily and whimpered a long groan when Ballista pulled away. "Mnnn, hey," he chuckled his voice deep - deeper then Mike's had been.

"Where are the others?" Spike asked, looking around. Sitting up, bringing the tiger with him, he glanced around the room, and shrugged, pushing the tiger onto his back, and laid on top of him, kissing the other.

"They'll sit this round out," Ballista replied, sitting back down and picking up the dice.

He quickly explained the rules, telling Spike that each of the coloured cards represented a specific form of transformation. Blue for Mental, Red for Physical, Green for Ability and Yellow for Action. The objective of the game was to get to the centre but if a piece landed on the same square another piece was occupying, there would be an 'endgame' that would end the round and stop them from playing further until they woke up.

Tossing the dice up into the air, Ballista said, "So, you ready?"

Spike blinked. "Of course." He smirked, pulling Ballista up close, kissing along his neck softly. "You go first though... show me how it's done."

Ballista picked up the two dice and threw them onto the ground. "Five," he announced and handed the dice to Spike. "Now you throw and the one with the highest number gets to go first."

Spike nodded, taking the dice, and throwing them. "Two." He chuckled, leaning heavily against Ballista. "Mnnn... good thing." He smirked. "I get to hold you more closely."

Ballista chuckled and took the dice from Spike and threw it up into the air with a grin. "You really are a cuddler huh? You're gonna love what happens next though."

He threw the dice against the board and it landed securely on a 7. His little Avatar marched forward seven spaces proudly, that long, horse-cock swinging between his legs and splattering bits of precum along his path. It landed on a Red Square. Ballista picked up a red card and grinned at it.

"Hmmm... Says here to give the next player on the turn order..." He grinned at the rhino, pressing his nose against that thick chest. "... tentacles."

****Spike****

"Does that mean I'll get ten-" Breathing sharply, Spike leaned forward, encompassing Ballista in his large form, it would've been a sweet gesture if his face wasn't contorted into... pain. Slick fleshy noises erupted from behind Spike, who let out a breath of ease.

"Oh... wow." He leaned back. "I can feel them..." He smiled, a slick slimy tendril coming forward to brush Ballista's cheek, four others dangling from his back.

Eyes wide, he say Ballista at each of his tentacles as he realized that these were no ordinary tentacles. At the end of each of the long, sinewy tendrils of flesh was a thick, dripping cock. Precum dripped all over himself and the horse-hung tiger beneath him. Ballista turned towards the tentacle brushing against his cheek and gently suckled at its tip, grinning at Spike all the way.

Spike groaned, his body acting oddly to the stimulation, his thick tentacle throbbing wildly from the simultaneous pleasure. "Oah hun... m-my turn... right?" He asked, reaching forward, pulling the dice from the board, shakily rolling them to get a four.

The rhino on the board grinned, his long tentacle wriggling happily like his tail as he sauntered the four paces onto the green tile. Reaching out, he picked up the card. "Oah... let the last person to change you... give you an ability... based on their Avatar.... oah Ballista... s-stop, feels too.... -strange."

Ballista didn't stop. He just kept grinning and slurping against that cock-tentacle. He shoved his tongue deep into that cumslit. Spike shuddered at the sensation and the copious amount precum that spilled all over the tiger's face and muzzle send the rhino grinning like an idiot. The pleasure in his groin area was also building, the horse-cock rubbing against his thick hide, pressing against his nice, rounded gut and those defined pecs. That gut... yeah...

Grinning, Ballista rubbed his thick cock, groaning in pleasure and throwing his head back to let out a tremendous roar. That long, engorged cock was wracked with spasms as a copious mount of cum exploded from the horse cock and splattered all over the floor.

Ballista sighed and grinned as his cum began to slowly bubble and reform into a splitting image of the tiger much to Spike's surprise. "Spike... I give you the ability to vore people... and the more you devour..." He grabbed Spike's chest firmly. "The bigger you get."

Suddenly, even the cum spilling all over him didn't look incredibly appetizing, it looked delicious, but like a small soda in comparison to Ballista. Or, his twin rather.

"Oooo-aah... I'm h-hungry... suddenly, so fucking hungry," he murmured, leaning down to lick the semen from Ballista's chest, groaning happily. "Give me something..." he pleaded, looking to the clone, reaching out with his tentacles wrapping them around the twin and letting his own pre drool over the other figure.

"Mnn.... may I?" he asked to the male in his arms.

Ballista grinned as his clone groaned and suckled on the tips of several of those tentacles as they rubbed across his clone's body. "Go for it, stud," he chuckled.

Spike was quick to work. The small horse dicked figure was lifted up into the air above the rhino's head, looking up to him with a grin, maw opening wide and continued to open wider and wider as the feet slipped into the rhino's muzzle. A thick gulp took the clone in further, maw sealing around his legs as Spike continued to gulp the tiger more and more.

****Ballista****

Naturally, Ballista was able to feel everything as his clone slid down that saliva-slicked gullet. It was an entirely arousing experience to be wrapped around the monstrous, muscular rhino while feeling his form slide into that stomach.

He grinned from ear to ear as he pressed a paw against the thick hide and felt his clone press back. His cock instantly went rigid and he grunted as another burst of cum exploded from him and splattered onto the floor, forming yet another clone. He blinked as he sensed his clone had also climaxed... and he wondered... Would a fourth clone appear in the rhino's stomach?

The rhino moaned, leaning forward and holding his stretched stomach. "Oah... s-so full."

Leaning back, he fell onto his back, his large stomach actually pushing out further and the bulge of a certain tiger's face pushed against his stomach and then another. "Oah... f-fuck... their... oah!" He moaned out happily, the bulge disappearing forever.

The feeling of being absorbed pushed through Ballista as that large gut softened and the rhino grew out in every direction around it, becoming more massive. Spike's long, thick grey cock pointing to the sky, looking almost painfully hard. With each throb it pulsed larger and larger, huge sac slowly spilling out further along the floor until he let out an ear-spilling roar, white cum shooting up like a fountain, raining down over them.

Ballista laughed, seeing the look of sheer bliss cross the rhino's features. Taking the moment of weakness, he licked that still-spurting cock, drinking of the precious nectar while his clone handed him the dice.

He threw it absently at the ground, the dice coming up as a 6. His Avatar moved the select number of spaces and landed on a green square, another Ability. His clone picked it up as he sucked on that precious dick. He grabbed the card off his clone and glanced it from the corner of his eye.

It only said 'Teleport'.

Grinning, his clone winked at him and instantly vanished in a brief flash of light. Spike's gut suddenly bulged out and another of Ballista's clones pressed their face against that gut, grinning from ear to ear.

Spike gasped.

"FUUUCK!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, the feeling coursing through him making his back arch. As soon as that clone entered him, the tiger was gone, the grinning bulge disappearing into nothing as the rhino's form took the tiger for his own. That gut bulged out again, Spike's form fallowing suit, thick hands getting tighter, gut getting softer, dick lurching into Ballista's maw and sputtering more of that thick cum into him.

"Oah.... Ballista.... so full." Spike patted his gut, sighing in relief.

Ballista grinned and ran his paws over that huge gut, pressing his ears against it and sighing softly.

He heard the sound of a full stomach, gargling over all that he'd consumed, looking to the now tiny game board, he smiled. Now a thick as Ballista's wrist, a tentacle scooped up the dice, throwing it for a 12.

"Mnnn..." Spike chuckled, moving toward another tile, landing on a green one. "Mnn, let's see. 'Give the next player any ability'." His towering cock hitting the Ballista across the face, making Spike laugh aloud. "Mnn, maybe I'm getting too big?"

"No need to worry about that, stud," Ballista growled, taking the card from the rhino, and reading it aloud. "'Give the next person in the rolling order an ability.'" He turned back to Spike and gently nibbled on the rhino's nipples, feeling his own arousal start to return and the sensation to cum becoming overwhelming. He wanted more and more clones to feed his rhino.

"Come on, Spike. What do you wanna give me?"

"My cock." He smirked. "I want you to be able to take me... any size.... and feel better... the bigger I am." He spoke aloud, kissing along the tiger neck, holding him close and tight.

Ballista grinned into that kiss and slowly peeled himself away from the rhino, bending forward and offering his ass to the stud behind him. He slapped his naked, furry rear playfully. "Well come on then, stud. Why don't you try me out?"

****Spike****

The Rrhino grinned, his tentacles shooting out quickly and wrapping around each limb of the tiger. One pushed up against Ballista's mouth as he was lifted up, hovering over that thick huge tower of a prick. Spike lowered the tiger slowly as that thick grey cock pushed against the Tiger's behind. "Mnn, ready Ballista?"

Ballista groaned softly and pushed himself into that huge, pulsing member. Spike's hot precum poured into his ass, making him shudder at its touch. "Hmmm... Yeah, spear me, stud. Shove that dick right in."

"You asked for it." Spike rumbled, his pulsing thick tentacle suddenly pulling down hard on the tiger, his incredible girth spreading open Ballista's hips wide and with such force that his huge cock buried incredibly deep inside of his lover. "Oah!" Spike cried, never feeling such a thing in his lifetime.

A loud groan escaped Ballista as his cock jerked violently and sprayed another blast of cum onto the floor. A clone quickly emerged from the pool and grinned, wrapping his arms around Ballista and merging their lips into one. Both rapidly stroked each other's cocks as Ballista was pulled back and forth with each stroke, pushing himself further and further into Spike's waiting cock. He let out a gasp, breaking their kiss as he came once more, hot spooge splattering between them and bubbling into a third clone.

The first one he had created grinned and crawled over the second, creeping up Spike's impressive torso and planting a kiss firmly on the rhino's lips. That kiss didn't last long as he pushed himself further and further through that lips, driving himself into the rhino and fuelling that growth.

The original Ballista let out a moan down into the second clone's muzzle as the cock in him suddenly grew with the growth.

Spike enjoyed that kiss, the flavor of that clone making him groan in delight, his eyes widening as he willingly shoved himself into that maw, pushing him deeper so quickly and moaning around Ballista as his cock throbbed, pulsed and grew inside of him. His body pushed outwards yet again, his stomach groaning as more fuel fed his fire of lust and hunger and when it ended, he desired more.

"More Ballista, MORE!" he cried, plunging himself deeper and deeper into his tiger, who hugged his cock so tightly and perfectly words could not describe how it made him feel.

Ballista gave a cry of pure pleasure. Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder while his clone lathered his neck with kisses. "You want more, stud?" He grabbed the dice and handed them to Spike. "Roll the dice."

Spike moaned hard. "F-fcuk!" he cried, reaching out, swiping those dice, and rolling them harshly. "Uhn... f-five!" he announced. His avatar ran the spaces, landing on yet another green card. "G-get it for my Ballista.... I need to.... fuck you!"

His thrusting becoming harder and harder, pulsing dick starting to leak like crazy inside of the tiger.

Ballista picked up the card, long, serpentine tongue drooping out of the side of his muzzle as he panted with each of Spike's thrusts. He regarded the card and grinned. "Spike... You get to give me an ability... Ooooh!" He moaned softly. "God... I wish I could cum like Zen... Goddamit I wanna make more clones..." He grinned softly. "Hey stud, it's like we're making babies... Hot babies that look just like me..."

"M-make it so! The more I give, the more you make!" Spike roared, arching back, his last thrust pushing hard into that stomach, pushing out almost grotesquely. And then, it pushed out, a bulged that nearly rocked Spike's world as his flood gates were opened and his male essences poured into the tiger like an unstoppable tsunami.

Ballista let out a startling cry as the cum that poured into him churned in his insides before flooding straight into his balls. There was a huge, groaning sound from deep within him as his cock became painfully erect. He let out a startled cry as his clone seized his horse cock and gave it a long squeeze.

His seed splattered all over the floor, pouring out in huge, unstoppable rushes that his clone aimed to give a good gap between each. Five clones emerged from the spooge and each one grinned and scampered towards Spike. One shoved itself right down Spike's throat while the other four caressed those thick, cock-tentacles, shoving their hands, feet and faces into the cumslits and wiggling all the way inside.

Spike groaned, arching his back hard as his groans were muffled by the clone he took into himself eagerly. The tiger quickly vanished into his maw, then gut, making him pulse wider.

"Oah... f-fcuk!" he cried, his cock pushing out bigger, his tentacle dropping the tiger onto his cock, as they... seemed to devour the other four clones like cake, Spike's gut ballooning out obscenely.

"F-fcuk!" he yelled his body twitching and from nowhere, his muscles grew and ballooned out. His legs stretched further, spine popping higher, gut looking so much softer and that cock, throbbing intently, shot upwards in length, becoming thicker in its skyward spiral, suspending the tiger on his shaft.

The rhino was left breathing heavily.

****Ballista****

Ballista threw back his head and felt his entire body become engorged by that enormous, throbbing cock. His eyes widened as his ass stretched to suite the enormous girth, his legs and arms sticking out like tiny flippers against an otherwise tube-shaped body. Thick veins that were not his own pulsed against his body as it took the shape of Spike's cock, making him look more like a furry condom than a tiger with a horse cock.

On the note of cocks, he felt his own press against his abdomen painfully and give out a large splutter of his seed just as his head was stretched back, feeling Spike's cock start to ride up from the back of his throat and drip precum all out onto his muzzle.

His clone picked up the dice, grinning and threw them on the ground coming up with a 6. His avatar moved the appropriate spaces.

Spike's form was incredibly huge in every regard, nearly touching the ceiling if we were to stand up... and these were some high ceilings. Rubbing his cock sensually with his fingers as he laid back, eyes weary from the content feeling of fullness that shot through his form. Only two of his many tentacles had the strength to latch onto the small Tiger's form, slowly stroking him around his throbbing spurting cock.

"Oah Ballista.... you feel so.... tight... amazing."

Ballista's clone watched as their Avatar strutted to a red square. He bent over and picked up the red card and read it out loud. "The next player in the rolling order now possesses the ability to excrete powerful pheromones that will only attract the male gender." He glanced up at Spike and grinned. "Oooh... and you already smell SO good..."

Spike chuckled. "Now I'll be irresistible."

The rhino grinned, still rubbing his gut gently, his tentacle snaking out slowly, larger enough to wrap around Ballista's able body close, and swipe the dice next to Spike, who lifted the small pieces, and rolled them.

"Mnn, 12," he called out, giving Ballista a nice long victory thrust. His Avatar walking the paces with an evil grin. Reaching out and taking Ballista up into his arms, their Avatars locked in that same position for a time as they occupied the same square. Spike laughed.

"Time to play a Game hun," he whispered, falling into a filled blissful slumber...

Ballista blinked and the next think he knew, he was standing in the centre of what appeared to be an enormous, cage floating high above a titanic maze. Beside him was Spike and all across the vast distance of the maze, they could see similar cages. In each one, there was a sloshing, slavering slab of jelly-like tentacles. He cringed and instantly pressed himself against Spike.

A deep, reverberating voice echoed across the maze. "In this game, Players are to elude the Tentacle Monsters for as long as is possible. IF a player gets caught by a monster, they will instantly become 'it' and will be tasked to capture all remaining players. The game ends if and when the last player is caught. Game begins NOW!"

At that moment, a trap door opened beneath the cage and both Ballista and Spike plunged down into the maze. Ballista landed on his feet easily - as cats would.

Spike didn't land as gracefully, dropping on his feet, then onto his stomach with a grunt.

"Mnnnph, something tells me we gotta move..." He groaned, slowly pushing himself up enough to move forward into the maze, gripping Ballista's arm, running through the bleak corridors easily. "Where do you think it is?"

Ballista glanced around in panic. He was never one for physical games. He had hoped for another 'endurance test' just like before but this game just scared the living daylights out of him. Shaking he turned to Spike and suddenly felt very safe and very secure in the huge, tentacle rhino's prescience.

"I don't know," he answered softly. "But we better split up. If we get caught together, it's game over."

"And being alone is that much better?" Spike chuckled. "You're silly." He gripped the tiger's paw again, taking them down the left corridor, tugging the tiger along with him as they weaved right and left through the maze with no real direction. "It'd be easier to run in a certain direction if we knew where the damn thing was..."

"S - Slow down!" Ballista stammered. "I'm not as tall as you or as fit!" He was already panting and feeling his legs become like thick lead. A shot of panic shot through him when he heard something make a loud, sloshing sound behind them. Turning around, his eyes went wide and he tugged at Spike's shoulder. "Uh... Spike...?"

Spike turned around, and chuckled. "Hello there pretty," he said in a mocking tone as the sluggish blob moved towards them. "C'mon there sweetie." He reached down, and pulled Ballista up into his arms. "Keep an eye on him." He said to him, barreling down another long stretch of maze.

"Whoa!" Ballista cried as he was lifted off his feet.

The world spun as they sped through the maze. The blob was slow, thankfully, but it chased them down. With a few moments, they had lost the creature.

"Spike, we lost it," he announced. Being so close to the rhino made him feel so safe... so warm... so horny. His long, horse cock was rubbing against Spike's chest, rubbing in between those two, firm pecs and dripping precum all over the rhino's impressive build.

"Calm down hun, it's not like we can run right now... the smell of that thick thing you call a dick is making it awkward to keep up this pace." He said, turning down another Hallway with a gasp he stopped, turning around and heading the other direction. Ballista saw the blob behind them again and took note their pace definitely was not as fast as it had been.

Ballista tried to calm himself upon seeing the blob. The last thing he wanted was to distract the rhino that was carrying him to safety. "Spike, it's back! Pick up the pace!'

"Why do you think I turned around!" Spike shouted up to the tiger, trying desperately to lose the monstrosity, which eventually happened. Coming to another fork in their path Spike gently pressed the Tiger onto his back, leaning over him to kiss his feverishly.

"Mnnn, keep an eye out... I need something to drink..." He grinned, reaching a huge paw in between the Tiger's legs, and gripping those heavy orbs.

Ballista gasped and tried to push the rhino away. "Th - This isn't the time, Spike! We gotta... We gotta keep moving... Oh!" He moaned as Spike jostled his balls, feeling little cum factories suddenly spring to life and start readying to produce more of his seed

"But I'm thirsty, won't be able to keep this up without something... satisfying," Spike explained, his massive paws jerking that member until it rose up to full mast, where the rhino moved to devour it happily, his maw opening wide, licking along the head before he pushed the whole thing into his gullet, sucking on the entire length happily.

Moaning escaped Ballista's lips as he thrust into that throat. He knew he shouldn't do this... He hadn't told Spike about the consequences of losing the endgame. The person that lost would transform further than the last. But the rhino's pheromones were making it impossible to resist. He wanted this... Wanted Spike to suck him off and for his clone to birth into that gullet and make the rhino grow. He reached out, grabbing one of Spike's cock-tentacles and pulled it to his muzzle, suckling on it. "Hmmm... Spike... Spike!"

Spike didn't respond, his body only shuddering with delight as he felt his tentacle pleasured by theta ger, making his maw slowly play with that tasty salt member even more, hugs paws gripping that sac, and rolling those plump orbs in his palms, he wanted his drink... and he wanted it now.

In his throes of pure bliss, Ballista never noticed the huge, green, slimy form sliding up from behind Spike until it was too late. His eyes shot open when he saw the creature and he tried to scream a warning but Spike's cock-tentacle in his muzzle blocked his cry.

The tentacle beast merely loomed over the pair, watching as Spike was determined to get his meal from the smaller tiger, the rhino forceful as this point, his tongue spearing deep within the Horse cock, trying to suck that delicious seed from his balls. The tentacle monster loomed ever closer as its tendrils were priming for the best chance to strike.

The pheromones became too overwhelming. Ballista lost all self control, just loving the way that tongue travelling into his cock and sucked his precum into the vacuum of that gullet. He let out a muffled cry as his cock jerked violently and blasted a huge gout of cum deep into the rhino's throat.

Spike milked Ballista for what seemed like minutes, taking all of that seed, every last drop into his stomach, slowly sliding his Muzzle off the Tiger with a long sigh he grinned.

"Alright.... l~ Huh?" he called out, but it was too late, the creature swiftly pulling him in, but not before Spike screamed for Ballista to run, the rhino disappearing into the blob quickly.

Ballista let out a loud cry and shot to his feet. He watched the rhino's form disappear into the thick, greenish goo. He didn't want to leave... but at the same time, he had to win this game. He spun around, let out one last cry in memory of his lover and bolted deep into the maze. Unfortunately, he wasn't that fit despite his new body and his pace rapidly slowed as the seconds ticked by.

The Blob however seemed to have gained speed with it's meal, not once ever leaving the tigers tail, squirming around each sharp corner easily, letting out odd deep bass groans that could've only been explained as the things roars. But soon, it's pace also slowed.

Ballista collapsed against a wall unable to run any further. He whimpered softly as the blob drew closer and closer. He whined but that whine soon became questioning as the blob's form soon began to bubble and shift into a familiar rhino's image

The blob soon walking on two legs as the Spike feel to his knees in front of the tiger, grinning broadly. "Love you." He said, leaning out to reach for Ballista, and quickly, the rhino's form was lost, the giant blob encompassing Ballista, the voice ringing out. "Game over."

****Mike****

Mike was resting over top of Bobby when he woke. The Game sat closed in front of them and he was back at Bobby's estate. He felt odd... different. He was now taller than Sam, which a nice round soft gut pinning Bobby to the floor, holding on to Bobby sweetly. His eyes openned slowly.

"Mmmmorning," he groaned softly, rubbing Bobby's sides slowly. "Best night.... ever."

Bobby grinned and gently kissed Mike's cheek. "So... You gay yet?

Mike's eyes shot opened, pulling away from Bobby quickly, slowly pulling himself from that ass with a shudder, standing up he gripped the sides of his head.

"F-fuck!" He gasped out looking around. "I-... I am aren't I?" he asked Bobby. "F-fuck."

Bobby pouted softly and cupped Mike's chin in his hand. "There's nothing wrong with being gay, Mike. Sam is gay. Nate is gay. I'm gay. If you're happy being gay, it's better than being sad and pretending you're not. Right?" He snuggled in close to the linebacker. "And besides, you get to fuck me all night if you say you're gay."

Mike gasped softly, the touch sending shiver down his spine. The touch felt right, and warm. leaning down and wrapping his arms Bobby, he smiled softly. "I... don't think I need a fuck buddy Bobby..."

Bobby grinned and turned to the linebacker, leaning in close. "Then... What do you want?"

Mike shuddered softly, looking into the other's eyes and smiled. "A mate..."

Bobby looked like he had just rammed into a brick wall just... utterly surprised. "Are you... Are you asking me to be your mate, Mike?"

"I..." Mike nodded, smiling. "I am..." he said, lifting Bobby up walking over to the small love seat near the television, resting Bobby on his back, laying on top of him. "I-.... it's time I embraced this... You... I've always been a better person... with someone else... Please... say yes."

Mike wasn't expecting Bobby's answer.

Their lips just met.