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DISCLAIMER: This story contains strong scenes of M/M sex and forced animal transformation, if this does not interest you or you feel offended by this content, please close the file and look around for something you enjoy. If this is your sort of story, please sit back and enjoy the story.

"Man this place is nothin' like I thought"

Xaie groaned, lifting the tarnished tankard to his lips and taking a deep swig and savouring the bitter ale.

He had decided to take a trip abroad to the States to get away from his dull day job and life, thinking of the wide open planes, serene starry night and the handsome ranch hands rearing their horses and cattle. Instead he had been treated to an arid desert where the only animals were donkeys and the only place you could get a decent drink was a dumpy old bar in the middle of nowhere.

He choked slightly, setting the empty tankard back onto the bar.

"Not like I can get fresh air in this place anyway" he thought cooly, trying to stifle a further coughing fit through the haze of cigar smoke and dry, dusty air that filled the dingy bar.

He glanced coldly around, his eyes taking in the lingering haze of musky cigar smoke that veiled the few patrons gathered at tables whilst dim, flickering lights cast a faint golden glow over several secluded booths.

Xaie's eyes fell on the nearest booth.

Three burly men occupied the musty seats, swigging glasses of deep amber liquid and smoking a pack of long, fat cigars.

He eyed up the men with interest, feeling a blush rise in his cheeks as he glanced at the men's exposed muscled arms as they stretched in the heat, one of them leaning back and exposing his bare, hairy chest beneath his open denim jacket.

As he stared, the largest of the men suddenly glanced up, his dark eyes locking with Xaie's.

The man was thick set with muscle, he was sporting a thick full beard and long, dark hair that was obscured by a Stetson pulled low across his brow.

His eyes seemed to blaze as he seemed to assess Xaie, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Xaie gulped and turned quickly back to the bar.

"A...Another ale please" he muttered quickly to the barman, his eyes flitting wildly about.

He didn't dare look back at the men, drumming his fingers on the bar whilst the barman set another tankard in front of him.

"Thanks" he muttered, seizing the tankard and taking a long gulp.

"Put that on mah tab Trist" came a low, deep voice from right behind Xaie.

Xaie choked, spraying ale across the bar.

Spluttering slightly, he turned slowly in his seat to look up into the dark eyes of the large, burly stranger.

There was an awkward pause as they stared at each other before the man's calculating look was replaced with a cocky grin.

"Ya'll alright bud?" he asked, pulling out the barstool next to Xaie and sitting down

"N'ther round s'well Trist" he added to the barman who nodded.

Xaie's blush deepened as the man settled next to him, his eyes fixed on his beer.

"T..Thanks for the drink" he mumbled quietly.

The barman returned and slid a glass of dark, strong scented amber liquid to the man.

"Mah pleasure" the man replied nodding a thanks to the barman, "Nice ta see a new face round here"

He grabbed the glass and threw the musky liquid back with ease before taking a long drag on his cigar.

Xaie took in his muscular build through his tight shirt and jeans and his thick hairy arms as he blew out a long plume.

"So, what brings ya out here" the man asked, his deep voice filled with a deep southern drawl that made Xaie swoon slightly.

His face the colour of the setting sun, he stuttered so badly he wasn't sure if the man could understand him.

"I..I'm j..just here o...on h...holiday"

The man cocked his head slightly, biting the cigar between his teeth.

"Not really much of a resort round here bud"

Xaie smiled, relaxing slightly as he sipped his ale.

"Yeah, didn't really imagine how barren it would be"

The man chuckled and tapped the bar for another drink.

"Heh yeah, nothin' but tumbleweed and jackasses 'round here" he grinned, rolling the cigar between his lips. "Ya gotta name son?"

Xaie lowered his tankard.

"X..Xaie" he stuttered, feeling slightly apprehensive.

"Nice meetin' ya Xaie, ah'm Jackson"

He held out his hand and Xaie shook it, quivering under Jackson's firm grip.

Jackson threw back his drink and got up from the bar.

"Well Xaie" he smiled, puffing the cigar, "Mah friends and I were wandrin' if you'd like to join us"

He gestured over to the booth where the two other men were watching them, wearing identical grins.

Xaie gulped, the feeling of apprehensive growing and draining most of his drink as a distraction.

Jackson smiled and threw and arm around Xaie's shoulder's, pulling him close against him so he felt Jackson's firm muscles and got a .

"C'mon bud, its just a game a' cards and some drinks"

Xaie blushed scarlet, his nostrils suddenly filled with a deep earthy musk.

His cock gave a sudden throb in his jeans.

"I...I dunno...I" he stuttered looking anywhere but at Jackson, trying to cover himself.

Jackson leaned in, Xaie felt his warm, smoky breath inches from his ear.

"Trust me bud" he said softly, "Me 'n the guys'll show how we play here in the south"

Xaie's knees trembled, feeling his resolve fading, "I..I...O...Okay"

Jackson's grin widened.

"Great, c'mon and meet the guys"

With a quick motion, he pulled Xaie from his stool and marched him across the bar to secluded booth.

"Hey guys, say hi to Xaie" Jackson grinned, thrusting Xaie down into a seat before sitting down next to him, trapping him in the booth.

Xaie felt himself redden, sandwiched between Jackson and his dark skinned friend, the sudden overwhelming scent of cigars and manly pheromones was sending his mind into overdrive.

"H..Hi" he mumbled quietly, raising a hand and feeling rather unsettled by the odd grins from Jackson's friends.

The man sitting across from him raised his tankard, Xaie took in his bare chest under a torn plaid shirt and shoulder length, dirty blonde hair and stubbly beard.

"Hiya Xaie, names Noah 'n the guy Jack's crushin' ya against is Dylan"

The man next to him let out a long plume of smoke, giving Noah a grimace.

Dylan was a thick set man with ebony skin and piercing green eyes, his short black hair was shaved into what could only be a Mohawk when fully grown.

"Ah can introduce mahself just fine Noah" Dylan grunted.

He looked down at Xaie, his expression softening back to that eager grin, a thick cigar wiggling between his teeth.

"So Xaie, Jacky says ya gonna play some cards with us, ever played"

Xaie coughed, Dylan's smoke pouring down into his face.

"Well I...I don't really know how to play" Xaie responded.

The three men laughed.

"Now that's what ah wanted to hear bud" Jackson grinned, "C'mon boys, let's find somewhere more private"

He got to his feet and looked over at the barman.

"Trist!" he called loudly across the bar, "Ah'm takin' the back room for me and mah boys, can ya bring us a round b'fore we begin"

The barman gave a sharp nod before setting down his cloth to pour the drinks.

Xaie got to his feet as both Dylan and Noah rose and strode towards a door in a dark corner of the bar.

"C'mon Bud" Jackson smiled, giving Xaie a sly wink, "Let's play some cards".

Gripping Xaie's shoulder in that vice-like grip, Jackson steered the bemused youth away from the booth and across the bar.

"Eh Jacky, gotcha self a new one" a wispy haired old man muttered as they passed.

"Sure do Diggs" he grinned, giving Xaie an affectionate shake, "gonna play a few rounds with mah new friend here"

The man called Diggs looked Xaie up and down, Xaie could see his eyes were slightly unfocussed and a strong smell of stale whiskey held in the air.

"Well matey" he wheezed, "don't go bettin' more than ya..."

"Nice seen' ya Diggs"

Jackson hurriedly steered Xaie away before the old man could finish his sentence.

"Good ol' man Diggs" Jackson smiled, "but a bit of a barmy ol' coot"

Xaie looked back over his shoulder and saw Diggs' gaze following him as he was lead to the side door that Noah held open for them.

Xaie felt a slight breeze as the passed into the side room and his eyes narrowed at the slight darkness that permeated the new room.

In the gloom, he could see that the room was smaller than the main bar and he guessed that it may have once been some kind of stable as several large sets of bridles and horseshoes hung along one wall and the room had the lingering scent of hay and animals.

A large circular table was positioned in the centre of the room at which Dylan was already sat, shuffling a deck of cards.

Jackson marched Xaie over to the table and pulled the chair next to Dylan.

"Righto Dylan, get Xaie up on the rules while ah get the chips"

Xaie sat himself down as Jackson gave him a pat on the back before heading over to a cabinet.

Dylan puffed the smouldering stub of his cigar, the earthy musk mingling with the rooms barn like odour.

With a grunt, he removed the stub and stamped it out into an ashtray beside him.

"Right then," he grumbled, dealing out two cards each to himself, Xaie and Noah who had thrown himself into the chair on Xaie's other side.

"The games Texas Hold 'em" Dyan continued, "Ahm gonna show ya the rules quick and then we'll play a round to show ya got it."

Xaie was silent through most of Dylan's explanations and was able to understand the basic rules of the game, the different hands and terms and the betting processes despite Noah's frequent additions which only seemed to aggravate Dylan.

The three of them played a few friendly hands and Xaie felt more confident as each round passed although Noah still felt it necessary to interject, leaning over to glance at his cards and make risky suggestions.

During one particular interjection Dylan lost his composure and began arguing with Noah, granting Xaie a moment to look across the room to watch Jackson, who had his back to them and was spending an unusually long time sorting the chips.

"LOOK AH ACTUALLY WANT TO PLAY TONIGHT YOU DAMN JACKASS" Dylan roared across the table.

Xaie was feeling like he was caught between two bulls with horns locked as both men stood up, their thick muscular arms planted on the table as they stared daggers at each other.

"WELL YA'LL BETTER HOPE I GET SHIT CARDS THEN" Noah fired back, "CAUSE AH WANNA SEE YOU GET DOWN AND..."

At that moment there was a loud crash as Jackson slammed a large metal case onto the table.

"WILL YA'LL BOTH SHUT YA YAPS!"

Jacksons booming yell echoed loudly around the small room and both Dylan and Noah fell silent and dropped back into their seats.

Xaie's eyes were wide with shock as he gazed up at Jackson who's thunderous face flew between the two other men.

"Ya'll better calm down else ya'll forfeit the game right now" Jackson grunted, sitting himself down in the only available chair, directly opposite Xaie.

Both Dylan and Noah suddenly looked uneasy.

"Ahm sorry Jack" Noah mumbled, scratching his stubble, "An'ta you to Dill, got a bit carried away"

Dylan shifted on his seat, glancing back at Noah.

"Ahm sorry too," he responded, "And to you to Xaie, bet we look like a buncha rednecks"

Xaie shook his head wildly, trying to distract the attention away from him but the mood seemed to lighten as Jackson's expression softened and the door opened, revealing the barman carrying a tray of drinks.

"All's a good'n then" Jackson smiled before looking up at the barman, "Thanks for that Trist, mah tab again"

Trist gave Jackson a rather cool look.

"Ah'll be calling in your tab right soon Jack" he said sternly, "Ya'll got a mighty big charge comin' unless ah see some payment soon."

Jackson's smile widened.

"Ah think we can come to an agreement Trist, ya'll know ah'm good for it, plus if ya want ah'll give ya one of mah jackass' for a week to help ya with ya next delivery, will that do?"

His eyes moved to Xaie as he said this, giving Xaie an odd feeling of foreboding.

Trist gave a grunt, looking around the table.

"Fine, but ah want one of ya regulars, not a fresh colt"

Jackson chuckled as Noah and Dylan shot identical grins across the table.

"Fine by me Trist" Jackson smiled holding out his hand to the barman, "Now we're about to start, can ya make sure we ain't disturbed."

Trist shook Jackson's hand and gave a satisfied nod before leaving the room, closing the door behind them before the scraping noise of a lock could be heard.

Xaie raised a concerned eyebrow but the other three looked unconcerned as Jackson opened the case and began to dish out various poker chips to each player.

Despite not ever playing poker, Xaie's brow furrowed as he was passed a stack of chips, all of which were bright red and contained an embossed image of a human ear.

The next stack was almost the same, bright blue but with the image of what could only be described as a pair of human ass cheeks.

"I've never seen chips like these" he said, lifting a green chip with the image of a man with an open mouth and a large speech bubble.

Jackson smiled, watching Xaie look between the various coloured chips.

"Well they're an old set" he grinned, now passing out black chips, "an they've done us many games and bought much...." His grin widened "...pleasure."

Both Dylan and Noah smiled across the table at these words.

Xaie however had just been handed the stack of black chips and was staring at them with his cheeks reddening as each of them was embossed with the image of a large erect cock and balls.

Dylan smirked as he lit a new cigar.

"See somethin' ya like Xaie"

Xaie spluttered incoherently and fumbled the chip he was holding before instinctively reached for the tankard of ale Trist had left him.

Finally Jackson sat back having separated ten different stacks, each with ten chips between the four men, each a different colour and depicting a strange image of a human body part. Xaie counted a head, an ear, an ass, a hand, a foot, a pair of legs, a face with a speech bubble, a head with spiky hair, a male torso with chest hair and male genitals.

His eyes flicked between each coloured stack with confusion and interest at who could have produced such a strange set of chips and why they were made in the first place.

Jackson clapped his hands together, a look of excitement spreading across his face.

"Right then fella's" he smiled, "before we begin let's get the formalities done"

He reached and arm across the table and placed his hand on top of the deck at the centre.

Dylan and Noah both sighed and nodded before they both reached an arm across and placed a hand on top of Jackson's.

Xaie looked confused.

"Don't worry bud" Jackson smiled, "it's just a little bond between us all for a fair game"

Dylan and Noah both grinned and nodded, gesturing to Xaie to join them.

That similar feeling of foreboding enveloped Xaie again, a sense that the three of them were hiding something from him.

"Don't be afraid bud" Noah grinned, "Its only between us"

Xaie chuckled nervously before slowly reaching out his hand and placing on top of Noah's.

As soon as he had, Jackson quickly placed his free hand on top, trapping it there.

"Righto let's begin" Jackson said cheerfully before clearing his throat, "Do ya'll here agree to play a fair game, to honour the rules and understand that to cheat means to immediately lose your stakes in the game"

"I do" said Dylan, Noah and Jackson together.

Xaie blushed as they all looked over and nodded encouragingly.

Feeling foolish, Xaie smiled back and stammered "I...I do"

Jackson smirked and continued.

"Do ya'll agree to see the game through to the end, to stay sat at this table 'til ya'll have played ya last chip"

"I do" the four men repeated.

"N' finally" Jackson added, "do ya'll agree that at endgame, ya'll will pay what is due to the victor, for winner takes all"

"I do" replied Noah and Dylan, with Jackson echoing his own response.

Xaie hesitated again.

"Repay what is owed" he thought.

They hadn't discussed money or any kind or recompense, what were they even betting with the chips?

"I...I" he stammered, trying to buy time as his mind raced with countless possibilities.

Jackson stared at him, the smile still plastered across his face.

"Don't worry bud" he said calmly, "It's all worth it, trust me"

Xaie stared back at him, the deep eyes seemed to calm him.

"I...I do" he muttered.

As soon as he said it, he felt a warmth in his hand, a pulse that seemed to pass through his hand from Jackson's and on down into Noah's, as though binding their promise.

Xaie was about to open his mouth, to speak out when suddenly Jackson released his hand, clapping his own together again and dragging the deck of cards before him.

"Let's begin then" he smiled, shuffling the cards and dealing two to each player, "ya'll place ya blinds"

He nodded at Dylan and Xaie.

"All chips are equal and there be no wilds at this table" he added.

Dylan and Noah nodded.

Dylan looked at his chip stacks for a moment before tossing a light blue chip into the centre of the table.

"One tail" he grumbled, before looking at Xaie, "Ya'll need to put in two for the blind."

Xaie looked over his chips, staring at the light blue chips with human asses on them.

"Tails" he thought, turning the chip in his hand revealing a duplicate image on the other side.

"While we're still young bud" Jackson called and Xaie started.

"Errrmmm" he mumbled before grabbing two red chips and tossing them next to Dylan's.

"Two errr...ears" he added.

Jackson nodded and turned to Noah who had his tongue between his teeth, gazing at his cards.

"Check" he mumbled, tapping a finger to the table.

Jackson grinned, "Not starting out risky Noah" he chuckled, seizing two black chips from his stack and tossing them onto the table.

"Two cocks" he added, looking around at Dylan who was contemplating his cards, his cigar smouldering between his lips.

"Fold" he muttered, tossing his cards into the table, "Ain't got jack shit"

"Ya'll have jack something soon" Noah smiled and Dylan scowled.

"Xaie?" Jackson prompted.

Xaie looked down at his cards, he was holding a pair of threes.

"A good start" he thought, trying to keep a straight face as Dylan had instructed.

He picked up a pair of black cock chips and tossed them into the centre.

"I'll see your bet" he said calmly.

Noah's eyes widened and he bit his lip.

"Well shucks" he mumbled before grabbing a red and light blue chip and tossing them in, "Ah'm in, ear n' tail."

Jackson gave a satisfied grunt before setting out the three card flop.

Two queens, clubs and diamonds and four of spades.

Xaie felt a sinking in his heart.

"C...Check" he stuttered.

"Check" repeated Noah, glancing between Xaie and Jackson.

Jackson glanced between them and grinned.

"Alright I'll bite, Check" he added before setting down the fourth card.

Queen of Hearts.

Xaie felt his heart rising, he had a Full House.

Trying to keep his face straight, he grabbed a further two red pieces and tossed them on the pile.

"Two ears" he said.

"FOLD"

Noah chucked his cards on the table.

"I ain't loosing more on a bad first hand" he grumbled, crossing his arms sourly.

There was a clatter and Xaie looked around to see two more black chips joining the pile.

"I'll see ya bud" Jackson smiled.

He flipped the fifth car to complete the river.

Two of Clubs.

Xaie felt a swooping feeling of joy filling his chest.

Jackson smirked.

"Feelin' lucky bud" he grinned.

Xaie said nothing but placed in his remaining six red ear tiles.

"I'm all ears" he grinned.

Dylan and Noah suddenly exchanged a strange look before turning as one to face Jackson who was wearing an odd expression.

"Ya'll will be" he smiled, placing six of his own red chips in, "Call!"

The two men gazed at each other across the table, each grinning at the other as Xaie laid down his cards.

"Full house, queens and threes"

He heard a sharp intake of breath from Noah who turned to look at Jackson who's smile had not faltered.

"Nice try partner" he chuckled, tipping his hat, "but not good enough"

He lowered his cards to the table and they all leaned in.

Ace and a Queen of Spades.

Xaie felt the happiness pour out of his chest as his face fell.

"Four of a Kind" Jackson smiled, "In Queen's, which beats a Full House I'm afraid bud."

Xaie slumped back in his seat as Jackson gathered up the chips, separated his own out and began to stack the rest back into the box.

"Nice try" he smiled, closing the lid again, "but maybe best not ta bet too much too quick in this game."

Xaie was going to ask why he was putting the spent chips away but as he was about to speak he noticed both Dylan and Noah grunting and shifting awkwardly in their seats.

"Gahh Fuck" Dylan groaned, smoke pouring from his lips as he reached below the table and Xaie heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled and a fly being undone.

"What are you doing?" Xaie asked wildly as Dylan gave a slight sigh of relief.

"Just makin' mahself comfortable" Dylan grunted taking a long drag on the cigar and rising off his chair to push down his jeans.

Xaie felt himself blush and his cock throb in his jeans, growing harder with each pulse.

"Damn not here" he thought madly, trying to readjust himself as discreetly as possible however with each frenzied touch, his cock seemed to pulse harder, almost like it was growing longer.

He let out a small groan, trying to stop the swelling bulge that now was pushing down the leg of his jeans.

"Fuck, was I always this big?" he thought desperately.

Beyond his throbbing cock, another strange sensation began around his ears, it was almost like they were being pinched and pulled, his hearing seemed to shift, volume fading in and out before growing crisper and clearer.

He blinked for a moment, suddenly aware he could easily hear the voices in the bar where he couldn't before.

"Woah ho ho" Dylan grinned, tapping the ash off his cigar, "All ears indeed."

"Bet he's feelin' the black en's too" Noah grinned reaching back to push the back of his jeans down slightly.

The three men stared at him as the sensations faded back, although his thick bulge did not subside.

Xaie swayed in his seat slightly, feeling slightly off balance.

"W...What happened" he murmured.

Jackson laughed, "Well bud ya bet a lot and lost, now ya paying for it"

Xaie frowned at him, he felt a strange shift on his right ear too.

Noah chuckled, "Boy is he gonna be a good en' once he's finished."

Jackson nodded, "He sure will bud."

Xaie looked between them, his head feeling strange.

"What are you.." he began, raising his hand up towards his head.

"Next Round!" called Jackson, passing the cards to Dylan.

Xaie paused, his hand in midair as Dylan shuffled and dealt out the cards.

"Yours be the small blind Xaie" Dylan puffed, smoke flowing from his lips.

Xaie looked over his chips, observing the colours and images and eventually picked up a purple chip with the image of a foot and tossing it into the centre.

"One...errr...foot"

Noah tossed in a pair of orange chips for his blind.

"Two Voices" he said, scratching his stubbly beard.

The four men looked at their cards, there was a few moments before Jackson threw in four red chips.

"Raise four ears" he smiled.

"Match" Dylan said quickly, throwing in four of his own.

Xaie glanced at his cards.

A Five of Clubs and a Two of Hearts.

"Not much here" he thought idly, "but something may crop up"

He threw in four more purple chips.

"I'll match too"

Noah looked down and scoffed.

"Well the flop better be good" he mumbled before throwing down four gold chips, "Match, Four heads"

Jackson raised his eyebrows.

"So early Noah" he smirked as Noah shrugged.

"The kid's already all ears, he's gonna see more soon anyway"

Xaie paused, feeling a sense in both ears, like they were perked and alert.

"Are they talking about me?" he thought, a hand moving up towards his head again.

"Anything further" Jackson said loudly and Xaie's hand paused again.

The men stayed silent and Noah nodded and threw down the flop.

Four of Hearts, Two of Spades and King of Clubs.

Xaie lowered his hand and looked at the cards, he knew he had a pair but that may not be enough.

He glanced at Dylan who was contemplating his various chips.

"He said if you've got nothing, bluff or fold" he thought to himself, his eyes shifting cautiously to Jackson who was leaning back, twiddling a black chip in his fingers with a grin on his face whereas Noah appeared to be gritting his teeth.

Xaie bit his lip, contemplating his options before sighing and adding another purple chip to the centre.

"Raise a foot"

Noah glanced at Xaie before looking at his chips.

"Ah'll match a foot" he mumbled, tossing in a purple chip.

"Ah'll match with a cock" Jackson smirked, throwing the black chip onto the table.

Dylan glanced at the pot.

"Match" he mutter, placing in a light blue chip, "Tail"

Everyone nodded and Dylan threw down the fourth card.

Ace of Hearts

Xaie felt a shiver running up his spine.

"One away from a straight" he thought wildly, "Should I risk it?"

He eyed his chips cautiously before picking up his remaining purple chips.

"Raise four feet"

Noah gave him a glare, "Well look who's bettin' big balls"

"Cool ya jets Noah" Dylan groaned, stumping out his second cigar, "and match, raise or fold we ain't got all night"

Noah scowled again before grabbing four black chips and throwing them in.

"Looks like I'm gonna get big balls, match with four cocks"

Jackson stared at his cards.

"Ah'm foldin'" he grunted tossing his cards onto the table, "not worth it this time."

Dylan tossed in four more light blue chips.

"Match, four tails"

He glanced at Xaie and Noah who nodded and Xaie felt his breath catch as Dylan laid down the river card.

Five of Spades

Xaie felt a slight relief fill him.

A five gave him Two Pair, weaker than a straight but potentially strong enough to win, if he could bluff it.

He glanced at Noah who looked like he was about to blow a fuse to Dylan who was looking rather calm.

He tapped his finger on the table.

"Check"

Noah's eyes flashed.

"Ahhhhhh I think y'all a bluffin" he sneered at Xaie before grabbing his remaining black chips, "Ah raise six cocks"

Noah grunted and slid forwards his remaining five light blue chips and one black chip.

"I'll see that, five tails and a cock"

They both turned to Xaie.

"So bud" Noah grinned, "ya gonna call or fold"

Xaie gulped slightly, he wasn't sure if they were bluffing him out but at this point it really wasn't worth backing out.

Looking at his chips, he picked up a six of the silver chips depicting a hairy male torso and placed them down.

"Call" he said firmly, "Six...errrrr"

"Bodies" Noah grinned, "and boy are you about to see yours change bud"

He laid down his cards.

"Two Pair" he grinned, "Kings and fives"

He stared at Xaie.

"C'mon boy, show us ya cards"

Xaie shivered at the leer Noah was giving him before laying down his cards.

"Two Pair" he replied, "Fives and Twos"

Noah face fell slightly.

"Ah well a tie ain't so bad" he said, reaching for the chips "Split the pot'n nothing hap..."

"Now hold ya horses Noah" Dylan objected with a sinister grin before laying down his cards.

Two Kings, Hearts and Spades

Noahs mouth fell open and Xaie groaned in disappointment.

"Three of a Kind in Kings" Dylan smiled as he reaped in the large pot of chips, "Read'em and weep jackasses"

Noah slammed a fist onto the table, almost scattering his chips while Jackson laughed and pushed the chip case over to Dylan.

"You goddamn lucky son of AWWWWWWWWWW"

Noahs voice suddenly broke into a long bestial bray and Xaie looked at him in shock.

"Noah, what the..."

Xaie's voice suddenly faltered as he watched Noah begin to frantically fumble with his belt buckle as he swore madly.

"Fuck, Fuck, FAAAAAAAAWWK"

He brayed loudly again as he succeeded finally in unbuckling his belt and he hurriedly thrust his jeans and boxers to the floor, exposing his fat erect cock to the room.

Xaie blushed and gasped as he watched Noah grunt in relief, a hand reaching for his pulsing shaft.

Dylan laughed as he finished stacking the used chips into the box.

"Time to pay up you horny jackass"

Noah threw his head back, letting out another loud bray

"FAAAAAAAAAWWWK"

Xaie was paralysed with shock as he watched Noah pleasure himself and braying like a donkey.

"Wha...what is?" he mumbled but he fell silent again, his voice catching in his throat as watched Noah jerking his fat cock which was changing before his eyes.

With each of Noah's pleasured strokes, his shaft was swelling, growing longer and longer, the skin darkening as the foreskin was pulled back to the shafts base forming a sheath around his balls which were swelling to the size of oranges, the skin growing black and leathery.

Xaie broke his gaze from Noah's mutating cock to stare around at his fellow players, his state of shock was increased by the fact that both were grinning and watching the display eagerly.

His eyes lingered on Jackson who's ears were lengthening as he laughed at Noah, like they were being pulled up and appeared to be growing a coating of grey hair.

"J..JACKSON YOUR EARS" he cried pointing at the two long ears that were now level with the top of his head.

Jackson turned to grin at Xaie.

"Look who's talking jackass" he smiled with a nod, "you've been 'all ears' for a while."

Xaie felt a pang of horror as he recalled the feeling in his ears earlier.

He slowly reached up and gasped when he couldn't feel where his ears usually were, his hands shook as he felt higher up his head, his mouth widening in horror as he felt them.

Long, hairy and sensitive.

"N...No" he muttered, horrified as his hands gingerly felt along his long hairy donkey ears, "This cant...this cant be...."

"HAAAAAAAAAAAWW"

The loud bray caused Xaie to look around at Noah and his horror increased.

Noah was lounging back in his chair caressing what was now a thick, black donkey cock between his legs.

He was panting and snorting through a now flat nose, his mouth and nose having pushed out slightly, his light stubble thickening to a dirty blonde beard.

"That's bettaaaawww" he groaned, leaning back, still pumping his black shaft.

"Not now ya horny Jack" Dylan smirked, "I don't wanna be cleaning ya spunk off the cards"

Jackson laughed whilst Xaie just stared at the pair of them, he felt the urge to run, his feet almost ached with the need to get as far away as possible from what was happening.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL!" he screamed, leaping to his feet, "WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING AND WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!"

The three men all smirked up at him as he grabbed his ears and pulled them down to his eyes, seeing him whimper as he saw the brown fury tips.

"Well bud ya payin' ya debt" Jackson grinned, scratching behind his partially transformed ear.

Xaie looked at him blankly.

"Ya see bud," Dylan smiled, "we ain't bettin' petty cash, we're gamblin' with our humanity."

He shifted in his seat and Xaie gasped as he revealed a small nub sticking out above the waistband of his jeans he had pulled down.

Xaie mouthed silently, words failing him.

"The more we bet, the more we turn into a bunch of horny jackasses" Jackson continued, "till at the end there be only one man left, with a bunch of jacks to serve him"

Xaie trembled, the shock overwhelming his system.

"Your all fucking insane" he whimpered, slowly moving back, "you think I'm gonna be a part of this then your FUCKING WRONG!"

He yelled the last words as he turned and made to run for the door.

"AAAAAAGHHH FUCKAWWWWWWWW"

He opened his mouth in a cry that suddenly faded to a bray as he fell to the floor.

As he had tried to run, he had felt an immense cramping sensation in his feet causing his knees to buckle.

Shifting around, he let out another cry of horror as he saw his boots tearing before his eyes and watched as his toes pushed out before beginning to fuse, a thick black nail spreading across them until it hardened into what was unmistakably a pair of hooves.

"WHAT THE FAAAAAAAAAWWWK" he cried, his voice splitting again into a bray.

He panicked, feeling an intense prickling all over his body, he saw the bare skin around his new hooves darken as thick brown hair coated his mutated feet and spreading up into the remains of his boot.

A fierce itchiness also passed across his chest making his body feel like it was on fire.

Jackson stood up quickly but stayed in his place at the table.

"GET BACK AT THE TABLE YOU FOOL" he yelled over Noah and Dylan's laughter, "NOW!"

Xaie gazed up fearfully, the before pulling himself around and dragging himself back to his chair and pulling himself back into his seat.

The moment he sat back down, he felt a wave of relief pass across his body.

He panted and gripped the edge of the table, looking down at his new donkey hooves as he felt what he could only assume as the changes in his body subsiding.

A scraping noise across from him told him that Jackson had resumed his seat.

There was a long, awkward pause as Noah and Dylan's laughs faded, the following silence punctuated only by Xaie's gasps and the wet slaps of Noah continuing to pleasure his donkey dick.

"Ya can't leave" Jackson finally said causing Xaie to look up.

Jackson was frowning at him, the look on his face stern.

"Ya'll made an agreement to see this game through to the end"

Xaie whimpered and looked at Dylan who nodded.

"Ya said you would" he smirked.

Xaie felt tears fill his eyes as he looked around at Noah, who was still shamelessly pumping his dick that was now leaking copious amounts of pre.

"So I'm going to become a fucking donkey" he thought, "a fucking beast"

Dylan snorted.

"Don't cry about it" he chuckled, "It ain't permanent"

Xaie looked around at him, a surge of hope filling him.

"It naaaaaaawwt?"

He gasped, his hands flying up to his mouth in horror as he brayed.

"Course it ain't" Dylan guffawed as Jackson and Noah both laughed, "Ya think this is our first game?".

The others chuckled, Noah braying slightly.

"The way it is bud" Jackson grinned, "If ya loose, ya serve the winner as a jackass for a whole week"

Xaie felt the hope fade slightly, "A....a week?"

The other nodded.

"Yup then ya'll turn back to the way you were before the game began" Jackson continued, "Well almost normal."

He flexed his muscular arm, the veins popping over his thick biceps.

"The work ya'll do in the week does show when ya turn back"

"But ya don't haaaaawlf miss the fun of it" Noah interrupted.

Xaie looked over at him, taking in again his altered face and huge cock.

"Like what yaaaaaaaaww see stud" Noah grinned, his teeth looking larger, "ya'll may have already started ya own daaaawwwnkey dick, didn't ya bet a few blacks already."

Xaie felt a rush in his chest, partially of fear but also of intrigue.

He remembered the odd feeling after losing his first hand and getting an unusually hard boner from it.

His eyes feel back to the large bulbous outline in his jeans and he felt his long donkey ears perk up in eagerness as he slowly reached down and undid the button of his jean.

Shifting them down his waist, he exposed his bulging black boxers which pulsed ominously, a shiny patch of pre shimmering on the fabric.

Biting his lip, he gripped the rim of his tight boxers and lifted it.

He gave a shuddering gasp, his eyes growing wider still as he gazed down at his cock which was now thicker and longer than normal, the skin having darkened to a deep brown and the mushroom tip had flattened slightly and expanded.

Leaning around to explore his mutated cock he also realised with a rush that his foreskin had now been pulled down to midway down the shaft where the skin seemed to swell.

He gently pulled his boxers down to his knees to expose his balls, the skin appeared leathery and loose, his foreskin pooling at the base of the shaft like an equine sheath.

He reached a hand towards his alien shaft, an immense eagerness to explore his new appendage filling him.

"A'right that enough!"

Xaie paused and looked up to see Jackson batting Noah's hand away from his leaking cock.

Noah gave him a glare, "What the faaaaawk was that for?"

"Enough" he said, "ya'll can fuck around as much as ya want when ya lose"

Noah snorted, his large nostrils flaring,

"Ain't gaaaawnna be long if we keep bettin' like this" he grumbled.

Jackson ignored him as he watched Noah restack the cards and pass them round to Xaie.

"Hey bud before we begin the next round" He added, staring at Xaie who was still gazing down at his exposed cock.

"How many chips did ya'll loose"

Xaie looked up confused.

"What do you..."

"How many chips went donk!"

Jackson was looking at Xaie's chips with a curious expression.

"Check 'em'" he said, "They'll be on top"

Xaie leaned forwards to gaze at his chips and saw to his astonishment that some of the embossed images on the chips had changed in appearance.

Holding up one of the orange voice chips, he saw the face was no longer human but a donkeys and the speech bubble was filled with the word "HAAAW"

"Is that one of 'em?" Jackson chuckled, "they change once they have been lost or in your case forfeited"

Quickly shifting through the piles, he laid four chips in front of himself.

Two orange voice chips, a black cock chip and a silver body chip.

Jackson nodded, "At least ya only lost four chips, that aint so bad"

Noah and Dylan both nodded smiling.

"Ya can't bet with those now" Dylan added and stretched out a hand, adding the chips back to the case.

"Saaaaaaawwwy man, them's the breaks" Noah brayed, "Last man staaaaawwnding wins so don't wasteeeeeeHAAAAAAWW ya chips"

Xaie sat there, scratching his chest fiercely, the itchiness returning as he took it all in

"Ya might wanna loose the shirt too bud" Dylan smirked, "With seven of ya body tokens gone ya must be feeling the heat"

Xaie looked down.

Beyond his partially transformed cock he saw his legs were pretty much the same as normal, besides the pair of hairy dark hooves that were sticking out of his ruined boots, the fur stopping at his ankles.

He then gripped the base of his shirt and slowly lifted it.

"WHAAAAAAAWWWT"

He brayed out again and quickly yanked his jacket and shirt off, struggling slighty to pull it over his head as his long ears had folded back in shock.

Finally extricating himself, he gazed down at his bare chest which was now covered in thick brown and tanned fur spreading up from his navel to his neck and down his arms, stopping just before his wrists.

"Shucks bud" Jackson grinned, his own ears quivering with excitement, "ya'll lookin' like a fine jackass"

He watched Xaie cautiously explore his naked torso, his ears perking up as he traced his hands across his pelt.

"Well then" Jackson continued, leaning back in his seat.

"Now that ya know the full cost of the game, it your deal buddy."

Xaie paused in his sensual exploration, his gaze moving to the table where the deck of cards lay before him.

His eyes then drifted around the table.

"What choice do I have?" he thought, watching Noah's hands drifting back towards his leaking rod and Jackson scratching his long ears.

"It's either play..." he looked at his hooves "or bray"

He reached out slowly and picked up the deck.

"Atta boy" Jackson smiled.