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The Gam3: Chapter 4

"Wait for it..."

The second player frowned deeply. "Does it worry you that he intervened and guided that boy to that smith?"

"Wait for it..." The first player leaned forward, grinning broadly in anticipation. "Here it comes..."

"Can we be sure that it is not some plot of his to shatter The Gam3?"

The first player's smile faded for a brief moment as he went back to examining his pieces.

"Why would he want to stop The Gam3? It was his idea and his suggestion to be an Admin instead of standing up here controlling the world like we do. Now, are you watching? Because here it comes!"

"As much as I respect and idolise him, I do not entirely trust him to remain within the rules of our agreement. You know how he is. Some loophole exists and he will exploit it just to teach us and everyone else a lesson."

The first player sighed and regarded his opponent with an exasperated stare. "Look, the smith is a shut-in and a loner. He just whittles day in and day out at metal. Our esteemed Admin has known about him for quite a while, he even helped set up that smithy. He's also been sending business Wilbur's way for months. There is nothing out of the ordinary about this. Plus he's not the only one using the mechanics of The Gam3 to maintain our primary role you know." He gave the other player a pointed stare to which she rolled her eyes and sighed. "You're just paranoid because one of your pawns was sent his way."

"Wouldn't you be?"

The first player threw his head back and laughed. "Normally, I would. But I'm not, because he can't do anything to end it. No matter what lessons he teaches, he won't be able to overcome basic human nature. Which is if something good comes along, do whatever you can to make it stay."

"Interesting... It sounds like you want to keep The Gam3 going."

"Of course I do. At least until I_beat you_." A triumphant laugh erupted from the first player as he flung his hands into the air. "And there it is! Big surprise! Were you watching?"

The second player just sighed, rubbing her temples. "You really think that's going to bribe him into stopping any attempt to stop The Gam3?"

"Hey, everyone's got an ego right. I name the company after him and now I gave him that. He's got to like that."

******

Tom let out a relieved sigh as he pushed the open the door to his apartment. Barring his run in with YoungPride, he thought it was a rather successful day. Admittedly, he was still a little squeamish around Pete but that was quickly fading. Both Ed and Pete had commented on his new armour and said that with a little bit more training, he'd be ready for next week's Event which was meant to be an Anarchy Event taking place in a specially created zone known as the 'Ganymede's Respite'.

On the way home from Pete's place, his host had printed him the rules for the Anarchy Event since it was his first time doing one of the weekly events. Apparently, with Anarchy Events, players formed small parties known as 'Platoons' for the duration of the Event. The number of people would vary however depending on what the programmers deemed fair at the time.

Once the Platoon was formed, they were put into the zone where they were tasked to search for other Platoons and wipe them out. Effectively, an Anarchy Event was a group PVP Event where players obtained points based on the number of Platoons they defeated. Once the time was up, the groups with the highest points won amazing, unique equipment.

Of course, their group needed a healer and a tank before they could proceed and the maximum number of players for this event was 4. That meant they had to choose between a healer or a tank. After a few hours of debate, the group had decided to go for a tank. Ed begrudgingly agreed that he could get some healing abilities since he was already Mentality focused.

The Event started in two days so that gave them time to buff up their characters and find their tank. In the meantime, Tom wanted to get some rest. After all, he had class in the morning.

"Mom, Colin, I'm home!"

He pushed open the door and froze.

Something was... off. He remembered his apartment being small, much smaller than his house in the Gam3. It had only had two bedrooms, one for himself and one for his mother. His little brother slept in the same room as his mom - he always had - to save room. But the mansion he stepped into was huge. The stainless steel kitchen was big enough to support two ovens and a stovetop. There was even a small entertainment system in the living room and a separate room for the lounge room. He slowly strode into the lounge, amazed at the large TV and sound system.

Were they always this well-off?

He shook his head. He must have been confusing his life within the Gam3_to his life in reality. In the _Gam3, he was poor and had a small, one-bedroom 'house'.

"Hey bro!"

He turned at the deep voice and his eyes boggled as his 'little' brother stepped out from his bedroom. The tall, handsome young man sporting a chinstrap beard grinned, a baseball hat backwards and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

"Colin!?" Tom exclaimed, flinching.

His brother looked down past his firm, formed pecs and the vague outline of his abs to his shorts which produced a definite bulge. "Oh, sorry bro! How's that for a welcome home, eh? What's for dinner?"

"Why are you asking me?" came Tom's automatic reply. "Mom cooks."

His eighteen year old brother moved towards the fridge and gave him a puzzled stare. "That frigid bitch? She moved out a long time ago, remember? Said didn't like the fact that you were getting into construction because it was 'dangerous'." He said the last with air quotes before he dove into the fridge. "We've got steak, fish and chicken breasts. Feel like steak? I could go for steak."

Tom rubbed the side of his head, feeling a vague recollection of him and his mother arguing about how he should go into nursing like her instead of construction since he didn't really have the body for it. But when he started making a killing during high school as an assistant to a construction firm, she just became jealous and tried to take Colin and leave the state. Colin decided to stay though, not wanting to leave his friends and his brother. Tom did find it was a little hard to support both himself and his partying little brother but they got along rather swimmingly.

"Um... Okay... Sure. Just give me a few minutes to get cleaned up and I'll whip up dinner."

"Nah. I got it this time, bro. Want some veg? We need some veg."

"Sure. Sounds good."

Tom retreated to his room, rubbing his temples. Something felt off but he couldn't put his finger on it. Glancing around his room, everything seemed_right. His big, king-sized bed, the neat, tidy blue carpets, clean walls, television mounted on the wall for him to watch when in bed and his steel desk that he had made himself with his computer and copy of the _Gam3 there.

He went over to his desk and dumped his wallet and phone into the ceramic bowl he kept as a sort of landing spot. Opening his wallet, he glanced at his driver's licence with marked him as 21 years old, 175 pounds in weight with green eyes, brown hair and Caucasian. Nothing seemed weird about that.

So why did everything feel so... strange?

Tom shook his head and switched on his computer, checking his work schedule. He was still scheduled for the Peterson's house in the suburbs for the rest of the week but after that, he was being reassigned to the big Reaper Studios building in the city. Since the Gam3 had kicked off, the company had really come into the big bucks and now they were building a massive structure at the centre of the city. It was going to be enormous with three, massive towers of equal size with walkways linking the three on various levels and - as a matter of design choice - a big tetrahedron suspended over where the three towers met.

It would be amazing to work on such a massive complex. It paid well too. Extremely well.

Tom did some online banking and surfed the web a little. When the knock came to his door heralding dinner time, he emerged from his room and sat at the large dining table in the lounge room beside his brother, watching the news.

"How was your day?" Tom asked.

"Eh," answered Colin with a shrug. "Nothing much happened. Played some b-ball with the guys after class. You weren't home yet so I just bummed around until you got back."

"You mean you masturbated?" Tom replied with a sinister smirk.

"No!" answered his little brother indignantly before he paused for a few moments and opened his mouth again. "I was _about_to when you came in."

"Right, right."

Colin was silent for the meal until they were almost done. He offered to take the dishes but as he was plucking Tom's plate off the dining table, he said, "Hey bro... How do we afford this place?"

Tom gave him a raised eyebrow. Was his brother concerned about their finances? "I work for a construction firm remember? I support both of us. I put you through high school and you've got that job at the local gym."

"I've got a job?"

Tom laughed at his brother's rather convincing surprise. "Yeah, yeah. I know it's a little hard to believe but you've got a job. It always amazes me how you manage to party, go to school_and_ keep a job all at the same time."

"Yeah... how about that..."

He frowned at his brother. "Is something bothering you?"

His brother did that thing with his mouth where he pushed his lips to the side like he was trying to chew something really tough. "Do you ever feel like... time has really flown by? Like you've missed years of your life?"

Tom lowered his gaze. "A little. But you know what? I've got no regrets."

"You don't?"

"Nope." He suddenly launched himself at Colin, catching his younger brother in a tight headlock. "Because I've got you to remind me it's all worth it!"

"Ow! Hey! Gettoff!"

Tom laughed softly and agreed to do the dishes. He and Colin watched some TV for the rest of the evening before heading to bed. Tom rested at the edge of his bed and stared absently at his computer, its blank screen staring back at him. His encounter with Wilbur was still nagging him. He didn't consider himself gay and after having rejected Pete's advances, he felt sort of hypocritical for the feelings that were bubbling in his chest.

What was it about Wilbur that was so damn attractive?

Tom curled up in his bed, wondering how he could find brash but kind wolf so appealing.

*****

The next day, Tom only had a short shift down at the Peterson's house. They just needed to finish tiling the rest of the bathrooms before he was done. By noon, they had finished and he bid his co-workers a good day before heading off. They had invited him to drinks but he refused, saying he needed to be somewhere.

He felt a little juvenile for blowing off his co-workers and drinks to return home and play the Gam3 again but he had made a commitment to his friends and he wasn't going to let them down like he had let Pete down when YoungPride had stolen his sword. He jumped online and was met with the typical Reaper Studios logo before being asked to log in.

Before he did so, however, PMS appeared.

"Please be advised that the Ganymede's Respite Event will begin in two days. The current Event is still progressing. Admins and Moderators have advised to make sure that when registering for the Event, you choose the correct one. Thank you."

"Hey, thanks," Tom said.

"No problem. How's the Gam3_treating you?"_

"Pretty good, pretty good. Had this asshole try to steal my FC yesterday."

"Ah yeah, the Shapeshifters and their ilk. Just use the Whistle option in your menu to call help. You do_remember how to open your menu, right?"_

"Yeah, yeah," Tom said, rolling his eyes. To show the smart-aleck messaging system, he opened his menu and stuck his tongue out at her.

"Well look at the big brains on you. Do you know how to use Port Stones and Markers?"

Crap. Of course she would come up with something that he didn't know.

"Hahaha! Still a noob."

"Are you going to help me or what?"

"I'll let you stew in your ignorance for a little longer."

PMS reappeared with just an ellipses for a whole minute. Then...

"Okay, Port Stones are basically the fast travel version in the Gam3_. The programmers vaguely considered putting in mounts but then since there are people turning into animals and wanton sex everywhere, that will just get messy._ So_, the created the Port Stones and Markers. Basically, you can buy Port Stones from merchants and you get these handy little flags known as Markers. You stick a Marker in the ground and that becomes your waypoint only visible to you._

"All you really need to do from that point on is activate a Port Stone and you'll be given the option to teleport immediately to any Markers you have already made. It will make travelling around the place easier."

"Huh. Okay, thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

"Have fun. And stay stupid, cutie."

He wasn't sure if she was hitting on him or just being insulting but he logged on.

Once again in his draconic form and back at his home, he checked who else was online. Jake was naturally online but he decided not to bother the Admin again. Pete and Ed were currently out and offline, but Tom guessed they would be back soon enough. Feeling a bit bored, he decided he'd do some solo-questing for a bit but he wondered what he should aim for. Extra money was always a plus but he needed some stat-boosting FCs. He had yet to even use Alchemy to truly power up his form and his FG was already full enough as it is.

Quickly looking his stats over, his Agility was slightly behind his Physicality. As the DPS of the team, he would need to increase his abilities on both and probably get an ability or two.

He left his home, returning to the floating city of Crescent in search for some quests he could do. As he approached the Quest Square, however, he caught sight of a tall equine - nearly eight feet tall - with four sets of arms and four sets of strong plump pecs barely restrained by the leather harness gear he wore. The guy has two enormous bastard swords about the size of Pete's single blade strapped across his back and there was no doubt in his mind that the beast could wield them both with ease.

He wondered what it would be like to wield two halberds and what it would do for his DPS value.

Approaching the Player, he asked, "Hey, where'd you get the extra arms FC?"

The equine smiled and said, "Just go out into the Rolling Ranges and find the Thundermount Orc Tribe. They all have four-arms there. You need to wrestle them into submission with your bare hands. Weapon strikes or ability strikes will just drop Stamina and Fortitude FCs. Lots of gold too."

"Thanks a bunch!" Tom responded with a smile.

Going out into the Ranges himself would be dangerous especially if he was going to be forcing mobs into submission in a special way. He decided to leave that until Pete and Ed jumped online. For the moment, he decided to get some generic FCs.

Liberty4U quests were still as popular as ever but he managed to snag one that claimed to give a bountiful amount of FCs, enough to give him 10 bonus points to his Strength, 10 to his Metabolism, 10 to his Intelligence and 10 to his Flexibility. Apparently, there was even an Ability FC for melee characters too.

It sounded right up his alley.

He took the quest flyer and teleported to Liberty4U's castle. It was an Easy Level quest and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of rewards were being offered for the higher difficulty quests. As he looked over to the other quest tables, he noted the high level of customisation the players there had. Waiting in the line next to him, he spotted a floating, female dolphin Player with four snakes coming out of her back that she caressed gently as she waited. A pair of wings kept her afloat while orbs of light hovered around her like a halo. Next to her was a towering shark-man with six arms and instead of legs, he had a long, serpentine tail that slithered with each movement, propelling him forward. His back was also populated by spikes that looked like a porcupines'. Tom guessed he could probably fire them at will.

When his turn came up, the Quest Master gave him the details and he teleported straight into the quest zone. After the flash of light wore off he found himself in front of an armoured man standing at the base of a small hill with a pile of boxes right beside him. It looked like he was somewhere in the dense forests of the Emerald Eves.

"Ah, you must be the helper I was assigned," the man said.

"Sure am!" Tom replied happily. "What do I need to do?"

The man pointed to the top of the mountain. "I need these crates of supplies delivered to the fort. They're basic medicinal supplies to keep the merchants stocked.."

A fetch quest of sorts. Easy enough.

Or so Tom thought.

He forgot that he had to actually_deal_ with weight himself and there was no magical backpack where he could stuff a huge crate. At most, he could carry two crates at once and the walk to the fort was a strenuous, fifteen minute hike on an increasing incline. He had a total of twenty crates to deliver. By the time he had gotten his eighth crate up the hill his muscles were sore, his lower back was killing him and he was dripping in sweat. He didn't even know dragons could sweat!

The fort, at least, was nice enough to offer him a drink of water for each successful delivery. One of the guards there even mentioned that the quest was rather dated but still active. Apparently, during Anarchy Events, forts such as these offered peaceful places for rest and recuperation for Platoons. Liberty4U, ever the entrepreneur took full advantage of the situation and used the questing mechanic to infinitely spawn supplies for the fort and have said supplies delivered to the merchants at a benefit to her. The FCs were just to tempt players who could not participate in the Event.

It was one of her most simple, yet profitable quests, apparently.

As Tom stumbled back to the pick-up location, he sighed and his wings sagged against his back. The moment he felt those webbed appendages brush against his armour, he straightened and glanced over his shoulder at their broad frame.

He had only ever flown once on instinct but certainly flying would be better than carrying the crates back and forth for fifteen minutes a pop. Curious, he jumped into the air and flapped his wings. The movement managed to keep him aloft for just a few seconds and propel him backwards. Inspired, he grabbed one of the crates, clutched it tightly to his chest and then kicked off the ground, beating his wings constantly. Pure instincts kicked in and he somehow managed to keep himself aloft, using his tail like a rudder to guide himself through the air.

A sense of elation filled him as he soared low along the path and landed in the fort in a record three minutes. His wings were apparently much stronger than his legs and he had a good wind to favour him. Though he could only manage to carry a single crate per trip, he managed to deliver all the goods in record time.

"Thank you for your assistance," the merchant said. "Here is your reward."

The merchant handed him a sack of FCs which Tom examined happily before he opened his menu and teleported to his house. Remembering what he had been taught before, he immediately got ready for the transformation and some alchemy.

Examining the FCs, he realised why the quest was a rather dated. There were ten +1 crystals for each of Strength, Metabolism, Intelligence and Flexibility giving a total of forty statistics FCs. Such FCs were common. Liberty4U just made it seem appealing because, all in all, they could be merged into a single +10 FC.

Sighing, Tom went to work merging the FCs together. In the end he had a few nice +13 FC's from the other FCs he had already, plus the ones he had received from the quest. After performing some more merging, he managed to clean up his Grid to have some free slots. He decided he'd at least keep three slots for his abilities, one for his appearance-related FCs as he could merge those, and the rest for purely for statistics.

Speaking of abilities, he regarded the ability crystal he had obtained and scanned it.

"Huh, Rush Swarm. Neat."

He placed the Ability crystal into the slot first and felt a tingle run down his spine. Suddenly, PMS appeared in front of him.

"Awww, look who got his first ability! My little boy is growing up."

"Well... shit," he grumbled. "My tutorial on the ability, I'm guessing."

"I love this job because whenever someone gets a new ability, I get to treat them like a noob. So, first question, would you like to test out your ability in a special zone made for testing abilities?"

"Yes, please."

"Then go to the bloody arena!"

Tom slapped his forehead. He had walked right into that one. "Actually, never mind. How do I use it?"

"This is a physical ability so you don't have to go shouting any incantations. In order to activate it, you just need sweep your chosen weapon three times in three different directions and then, within one second, charge forward at your foe. Rush Swarm will instantly be activated."

"What if I want to swing my weapon three times in different directions and charge forward without wanting to activate it?"

"Can you think of any scenario where that will occur?"

"Um... Yeah. How about I'm surrounded, want to hit a few guys and then run like hell?"

"Surely running past the guys surrounding you while a whirlwind of blades sweeps around you is a good thing in that scenario?"

That was a good point. "Okay, yeah, fine. You got here there."

"Noob."

"Shut up." Tom's eyes flicked to the corner of PMS's message window. "Oh hey, you've got a close button."

"You wouldn't dare."

He pressed the button and the messaging screen vanished... only to reappear a second later.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual," he responded, shutting her off again with a grin.

Now came the last step, infusing the last few FCs into his Grid. He recalled the warning from the others about putting all the crystals in at once as it was, essentially, sensory overload but... Tom was ashamed to admit he had one hell_of a rush when his body changed and twisted in multiple ways. It was so _exhilarating and goddamn arousing.

He checked one more time that Pete and Ed were not online yet and picked up the four FCs he had fused, licking his lips in anticipation. First, he removed all his armour. He didn't want to ruin the perfectly good armour that he Wilbur had made for him.

Then, all at once, he pushed them into the sockets and braced himself.

"Oooooh yeah..." he groaned, falling to the ground and leaning himself against his table. That warm sensation like his bones were radiating heat pulsated through his entire body and he couldn't help but grin, letting out an approving growl.

His clawed hands navigated down to his crotch where he massaged his rapidly hardening cocks. Right beneath them, he could feel his balls starting to churn and swell. When they began gurgling_very_ loudly he cupped him, wondering what the transformation would bring. The warmth then began to radiate from his groin and it felt like his balls were producing cum like a factory and all his seed was starting to back up, swelling his balls. He groaned loudly as they began to fill his hands, growing much larger than what was humanly possible. He had to push his twitching legs apart as his balls became big enough to start pushing his fingers apart.

That set him off even more as his cocks began pushing out into the air, the odd sensation of his two cocks rubbing against each other as they grew aroused and pushed free of his sheath was a whole new experience that both boggled and dazed his mind. With his free hand, he squeezed his two members, rubbing them against each other. The 'brothers' began dripping precum eagerly in response, coating his scaled hands.

As these changes occurred in his groin, the rest of his body followed suit, his legs throbbing and growing, stretching his meaty thighs longer, increasing his overall height. However after they had finished growing they almost looked comically thin, but that didn't last long as the muscles began flexing and relaxing rapidly with his rising breath, plumping up to compensate for the additional length. Tom growled in pleasure as he began to feel his firm pecs start to rub against his arms, actually forcing himself to push his shoulders back.

With every stroke of his two cocks, he became aware of the hard mounds against his abs and he dared a peek. The meticulously cut abdominal muscles looked even more detailed than before, standing out proudly underneath his yellow belly scales as his firm six pack lengthened into sexy eight. A growl of approval rumbled from his thickening throat as he arched his back, the muscles there growing even stronger to support his massive weight both on the ground and in the air.

Tom's toes curled in pleasure and he arched his back, letting out a gout of flame. His seed exploded from his twin cocks, shooting across his chiselled chest in long, thick ropes. His hips bucked once, twice, three, four, five and then a sixth time before his orgasm came to a sizzling end.

"Fuuuuuck..." he rumbled.

Through half-glazed eyes, he glanced down at his form, grinning as all the yellow and red on his chest became a sea of white goo. Proud of himself, Tom got up... thinking about washing off in the sink but then thought of a better idea. Using both hands, he rubbed his cum all over his scales, massaging the sticky goo right into the individual blades to give them a nice shine. After he had finished, his musk and scent hung in the air around him and he just _loved_it.

Sadly, as he stood, he realised he was now well past seven and a half feet and that made his newly made armour a little obsolete. Smiling he realized that meant he needed to make another visit out to Wilbur for some alterations. Especially if he was planning on going after that +Arms FC. Although he still couldn't understand why a talented smith like Wilbur didn't get more work considering the ever-changing nature of the Gam3. His cocks jerked in anticipation at the thought of going back to the smith. But then again, he was met with the confusing thought of finding the NPC so attractive.

Shrugging, Tom somehow managed to squeeze into his armour. It was tight and constricting but it suited his needs. Plus, the added statistic bonuses were greatly welcome.

He checked on his friends and found that Pete had come online. Then just as he was checking, he saw Ed also come online.

After a few quick greeting, they agreed to meet at the Terminal fountain. Tom teleported himself there eagerly.

"Tom!" Pete exclaimed, grinning broadly and spreading his meaty arms wide. The stag was still slightly taller than he was and much beefier but considering how imposing the stag had been initially, Tom guessed he must've struck quite the figure as well.

"Hey man," greeted Tom, seizing his friend's hand and squeezing it tightly, denying the hug. "Where's Ed?"

"Right here," Ed responded, striding up to the two, hulking males. When compared to his other two bulky friends, it seemed that he was shortest of them.

Taking note of Tom's new changes, Ed raised an eyebrow and looked up at the towering dragon. "Enjoying the view up there?"

"More than you can imagine, shorty," Tom chuckled, ruffling Ed's fur. "I was actually even thinking for grabbing a +Arms FC so I can dual wield halberds. I heard from a guy that I've got the wrestle some four-armed Orcs in the Rolling Ranges to get it."

His two friends exchanged glances.

"Actually, you don't have to wrestle some Orcs," Ed said. "You have to wrestle the Orc, as in the chieftain. He's not a World Boss or part of a quest but it's pretty tough to get to him."

"Don't worry," exclaimed Pete, punching his fist and massaging his knuckles. "We'll come with you. In fact, I was actually hoping to get an extra pair of legs afterwards. YoungPride was damn fast and I need to work on my Speed. I heard an extra pair of legs actually boosts your Speed stat passively."

Ed seemed to be rolling something in his cheeks. "Alright... If we're going to the Rolling Ranges, can we go after the World Boss, Cool?"

"Cool?" Tom echoed.

"Cruel Abomination: Cool of the Tentacles," answered Pete. "He's actually a pretty easy World Boss because he's a massive oceanic tentacle beast situated in the middle of savannah. To get him to emerge, we just need to dry up the pools in the Seething Pits until we find him. Once that's done, we just keep him dry and he's cake."

Pete leaned towards Ed, eyes narrowed. "You're going for the +Tentacle FC, aren't you?"

Tom whirled around to face his friend and Tom assumed he was just about to spew anti-racist comments about Asians and tentacles.

"I need some physical defences of my own," Ed said. "If I get interrupted while casting a spell, I won't be much use. Tentacles have an _awesome_inherent grab ability and knockback. My FG is already filled with abilities so I need to start looking for physical transformations that come with these abilities."

"Are there any other places we can get these FCs?"

"Plenty but they're all either World Bosses or extremely rare drops." Ed shuddered. "I remember reading on the forums that there are some octopus monsters that respawn their tentacles every five seconds. To get the FC from them, you need to defeat them by severing all tentacles and then delivering the killing blow to get just one-tenth of a +Tentacle FC."

Deciding that going octopus hunting wouldn't be in their best interests, they created a party and headed towards the Rolling Ranges. Thankfully, the trip was made much easier thanks to Ed having placed a Marker at the entrance to the Rolling Ranges and party members could use other members' Markers provided they had a Port Stone. Stopping by one of the shops in the Merchants Quarter Tom bought himself a few Port Stones and Markers before departing.

Once again in the Rolling Ranges, Tom began the hunt for the Thundermount Orcs and led the way to the desired location. It did not take long at all to arrive at what appeared to be a large fort populated by massive, muscular, green-skinned men all scantily clad but bearing enormous, brutish weapons in their four massive hands.

"What's our strategy?" Tom asked.

"We'll cover you," Ed said as they approached the fort. Several of the Orcs had already spotted them and were moving to intercept. "You find the chieftain, challenge him to a wrestling match and beat him. You should be strong enough. But just in case..." Ed waved his hands at Tom. "Strength Surge."

Red light wrapped around Tom and the dragon shivered, feeling stronger than before.

"You've got three minutes."

Nodding, the three friends drew their weapons and charged straight into opposing Orc forces. Pete let out a trumpeting battle cry, activating his various abilities to draw all the attention towards him. As the Orcs reacted accordingly, Ed flung massive balls of fire into their midst, scattering them and taking out a few of them in the process.

"Remember, this isn't an instance!" shouted Ed. "These guys _will_respawn! Move it, Tom!"

Nodding, Tom charged straight past the massive, wooden gates. Beyond was a rudimentary village populated by some of the Orcs. Wooden huts wrapped in animal skins served as housing. Suddenly noticing him, an Orc roared and charged straight at him, swinging a spiked club. However Tom was far too quick and spun, swinging his halberd and catching the Orc's attack easily. Despite the enormous bulk of the thick, green, muscled humanoid, Tom was far stronger. Grinning, Tom pushed the Orc away, sending the male sprawling to the ground and dropping his weapon, dazed. As Tom threateningly stepped forward the Orc spun onto his belly, desperately reaching for his spiked club.

For a moment, Tom couldn't tear his gaze from the Orc's perfectly rounded, thick, bubble butt through his loincloth. He shook his head and swiped his halberd at the humanoid, sending him off into a puff of smoke. From outside the gates Tom heard Pete let out another battle cry, drawing all the attention straight to him. The rest of the Orc warriors ignored him entirely and charged towards the exit to face the stag.

That gave Tom a clear shot right down the middle of the fort. As he approached he passed by a few more guards, dispatching them easily before he found himself in what looked like a large arena with a bonfire burning in the middle. Above him sitting in a crudely made booth was a throne. There, an enormous Orc with a fur cloak around his shoulders sat with a large, bloodied sword on his lap.

"Chieftain!" Tom shouted, lifting his halberd towards the humanoid. "I challenge you to a wrestling match!"

The chieftain growled and leapt off his seat, vaulting clear over the bonfire and landing directly in front of Tom with a loud boom.

"What foolishness is this?" growled the enormous male, coming to match Tom in height. "All this for a petty wrestling match! Bah! Die, fool!"

Caught utterly by surprised, the chieftain swung his enormous blade. Tom barely had enough time to lift his halberd to block it. With a mighty swing, the Orc's massive sword cleaved right through his weapon, splintering it in two. For just the briefest of moments, Tom was shocked at the loss of the same weapon he had since the very start. Then, that shock turned to rage and he threw his head back, letting out a primal roar and a gout of fiery breath.

He ducked his head, levelling his horns at the chieftain who was still recovering from his first swing. Using his speed, Tom bowled the Chieftain over and slammed him right into the blazing bonfire! Utterly immune to the flames, Tom felt nothing of their burning touch but the chieftain howled in pain. Remembering his objective, Tom seized the chieftain's shoulders and threw him clear out of the bonfire. He vaulted after the male immediately, bowling him over and pinning him to the ground.

"Surrender!" he roared.

"Never!" snarled the chieftain.

Tom took a deep breath and spilled red hot flames right over the chieftain, enough to damage him but not enough to 'kill' him. He seized the back of the Orc's proud, thick mane of black hair and slammed it against the hard ground. "Surrender!"

"Go to hell!"

Tom growled and with all his might, seized the Orc around the waist, lifted him off the ground before immediately slamming him right back down. "Just give up!"

"I would sooner die!"

Before Tom could prepare up another wrestling move, he suddenly felt his strength leave him. In that moment the chieftain struggled even harder, but Tom found he could do nothing to keep him bound and the male immediately threw him back with a hard elbow to the gut.

"Your magics have left you, eh?" the Orc chuckled. "Well then, let's see how you do without any special help!"

The Orc suddenly reached over his shoulder and tore the fur came clear off his broad, muscular shoulders. Tom gulped loudly at the sight of the massive, muscular male before him. Huge, iron-corded muscles shone through thick, green flesh. A light dusting of black hair covered enormous, basketball sized pectorals. Though chieftain had a bit of a belly, his abdominal muscles shone through the musclegut only highlighted by the thicker train of black hair that led down into a loincloth. With that second pair of arms jutting out from beneath his first pair, the chieftain was truly a sight to behold.

The chieftain roared, his cry shaking the entire village. Tom felt his courage leave him and turned but yelped as his tail was yanked back. He fell to the ground, eating dirt. Thick hands spun him around while massive thighs pressed down on his shoulders, immobilising his arms.

"You were too confident, boy," growled the Orc. "Now, you get to be my bitch."

To Tom's horror, the Orc chieftain began to slowly unwrap his loin cloth, the heavy musk of male and arousal wafting straight into Tom's nostrils. An enormous eleven inch, flaccid dick flopped onto Tom's muzzle, making him fear how big it would be once it was fully erect.

"Now, suck boy."

Panicking, Tom thought of the only thing he could.

He jabbed his tail right into the chieftain's ass.

"Yeow!" cried the Orc, leaping right off him.

Tom scrambled to his feet and dove for the nearest weapon... the head of his halberd. His heart sank and he desperately searched for anything _else_that he could use. The chieftain spun around, snarling at him.

"You will pay for that!"

Desperate, Tom swung his halberd three times in three different directions through the air and then charged. He saw the words 'Rush Swarm' appear over his head before he suddenly bolted forward. Around him, bright blue blades of crescent-shaped light spun through the air, six of them to be exact. These blades trailing him as he was propelled forward a whole twenty metres, bowling the Orc chieftain over. The blades homed in on the chieftain, slicing his body once, twice, three times and then -

Poof!

The chieftain vanished in a puff of smoke leaving behind nothing but a large sack of gold.

"Goddamnit!"

Tom glanced at his broken halberd and knew that he couldn't face up against the chieftain again. He was effectively unarmed and Ed's buff had faded. Tail dragging behind him, Tom retreated back out of the village. Out on the fields, he watched as Pete and Ed were just finishing cleaning up the last few Orcs. He was a little surprised to find both of his friends wreathed in a glimmering red aura.

"Did you get it?" bellowed Pete.

Tom shook his head sadly.

"Then go back in there and beat the shit out of him!"

Tom just held up his halberd and shook his head again.

"Damnit!" roared Pete. "Retreat!"

All at once, they teleported back to Ed's Marker at the entrance of the Rolling Ranges. Ed collapsed to his knees. Tom went to help and noticed that there was a strange, black FC embedded amongst Ed's Grid. He also noticed the tigers Chaos Sockets were empty.

Pete let out a roar of frustration and kicked the dirt in anger. "Goddamnit!" His eyes went straight to the tiger. "Ed, what's the feedback?"

Ed winced and checked his FG. "Can't use Strength Surge until this Chaos FC is gone."

The consequence of using more than one Chaos Socket per day.

"How long?" Tom asked.

"Looks to be twenty-four hours." Ed shook his head sadly. "Sorry guys. I don't think I'll be able to face Cool like this."

"Shit! Fuck!" growled Pete.

"I'm sorry," murmured Tom, casting his eyes down. "I killed the chieftain. He wasn't very cooperative in wrestling."

Pete took several deep breaths, each one calming him slowly. "Okay... That's okay. We can try again tomorrow. Let's just do some quests to keep ahead of the game for the Event. Next time, I'll wrestle the chieftain. I'll chuck you the FC when I'm done."

Tom felt insulted as he stood up. "What? You think I can't do it? I actually _beat_the bastard I just didn't do it right."

"I'm not saying you're not strong enough," countered Pete. "Just that you didn't control yourself. You've got to show restraint in this place if you want to get the best gear!"

"Right, this coming from the guy that's striding around like a bondage stripper and getting blowjobs from random whores!"

Pete looked taken aback but returned with his eyes flashing. "What the hell man!? I thought we were over this!"

Ed suddenly slipped between the two, holding up his paws. "Cool it, you two. We failed. Deal with it. It happens. How about we just break the party up and cool off? Let's come back in an hour game time? Okay?"

Tom made no response and immediately left the party. He teleported back to his house and threw his broken halberd angrily at the ground, embedding it into the wooden floorboards. He tossed the sack of gold on his bed with equal fury.

"I have restraint!" he snarled, pacing angrily. "Not my fault the chieftain was a fucking pussy! He was all talk! If I had known he'd be that easy to take down I would've... I would've..." Tom growled and kicked his bed angrily, stubbing his toe in the process. "Aw fuck!" he screamed, jumping back in anger.

He felt something catch his calf and before he could do anything, he toppled backwards, crashing heavily into the ground. His broken halberd head stood there, taunting him. Seeing nothing but rage, Tom seized the broken weapon and threw it out the window.

Part of him was unsure if he had hurt anyone but as he stared at that the broken glass, he realised just how stupid he was being. This was a game. People lost. If it was easy and everyone kept winning, there wouldn't be a challenge and there wouldn't be any fun. He was overacting.

"I need to apologise," he grumbled, rubbing his head. But just a mere apology wouldn't be enough. He had an hour. That was enough time to buy something for his friends. He did have a large sack of gold after all.

He picked up the sack and left his house, emerging into Terminal. Spreading his wings, he sped immediately to Crescent. The cool, calming air relaxing him and clearing his head. He had to admit, The Gam3 was incredibly realistic especially in its battle mechanics. He had invested a lot into that battle against the Orc Chieftain and had almost been raped. Failing because he had been too powerful was a little disheartening and incredibly frustrating.

The fact that he had caused Ed to use a Chaos Socket and subsequently force the party apart added to the anger... anger at himself for being so weak. Well, that would change soon enough.

Where it had taken him thirty whole minutes to cross the vast landscape to the river city, his flight had only taken him ten by air. He was actually surprised to find that he wasn't the only one in the air, finding other dragons, some avians and other winged creatures travelling the skies. It was far less crowded than the main roads. He even got some friendly conversation out of it during his flight.

Finding Wilbur's smithy, thankfully, wasn't hard.

"Hey," he greeted. The smith was once again pounding metal against an anvil.

"What do 'ya need?" came the generic, gruff response.

Tom moved towards the smith and rested his bag of gold on the work table. Wilbur's expression didn't change. "Could you make me a halberd? Also a piece of armour that would fit a damage dealing, super macho stag and a mage tiger?"

Wilbur picked up the sack of gold, having to hold it in both of his massive paws. "Hmmm... Are we talking about enchanted stuff? That's going to cost you extra." There was that suggestive glint in the wolf's eyes again.

Not really having the patience for any play, Tom said, "Just whatever this will buy me."

"Oh. Alright." The smith seemed disappointed as he opened the sack. A frown suddenly crossed his features. "Hey, I don't take FCs as payment no matter how valuable."

"Huh?"

The smith plucked a green FC from the sack and handed it Tom. "It's that weird +Arms FC. Gives you a second pair of arms."

Tom couldn't believe his eyes! He had gotten the FC after all! He wasn't sure _how_but he was just glad he had gotten it. The others would be pleased that their efforts weren't in vain. "Awesome!" Returning to the smith, he said, "So what can you make for me?"

Wilbur rifled through the gold. "I can make a nice highly durable halberd for you infused with elemental powers. I currently only have fire and electrical enchantments though so you'll need to pick. For your stag friend, I'll make him some vambraces. Something to increase his defences as I take it he deals damage but probably doesn't have much in terms of shielding. For your mage..."

The wolf turned and rifled through his own collection of FCs. "I can give him a piece of armour based around this little beauty." He turned back to Tom. "It's a rare +Tentacle FC from a World Boss in the Rolling Ranges."

Tom's eyes boggled. "You mean Cruel Abomination: Cool of the Tentacles?"

The wolf froze and rapidly readjusted his features. "Yes, that's the one."

"Where'd you get that?"

The wolf averted his gaze and turned his back to Tom. "Doesn't matter. Do you want it or not?"

Puzzled at the lupine's evasiveness, Tom said, "Any way I can just buy the FC off you?"

"No. FCs lose their power if they're infused into armour. The whole thing about FCs is that they're customisable on a Form Grid; you can switch them out at will. If put it into armour though, it's impossible to remove them from that piece of armour. You'd have to make a whole new set of armour to put another FC into. And you don't have enough for that."

Something just clicked in Tom and he approached the wolf, wrapping one hand over the lupine's waist and the other cupping the wolf's chin, turning it slowly towards him. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do convince you otherwise?"

The wolf smiled and licked his lips. "My room is upstairs."

Feeling a little like a whore, Tom let Wilbur lead up into the house, taking in the wolf's heady, metallic scent and preparing himself for what was to come. He doubted Wilbur would just settle for a blowjob if the FC was that rare.

For Ed, Tom chanted to himself mentally, For Ed.

The familiar bedroom brought chills to Tom as he recalled waking up here and being pleasantly surprised when he walked away with some extra FCs for his trouble. Speaking of which...

"Hey, before we start..." Tom began.

"No talking," grunted the wolf, stripping off his apron and showing off his massive, scarred body beneath that tight fitting-white clothing. Every curve, every muscle and every bulge was revealed through the thin fabric, making Tom lick his muzzle.

Unwilling to accept that, he said, "You gave me some extra FCs with my armour. Why?"

"A fuck up," grunted Wilbur. "You planning on returning them?"

"Oh... I uh... I thought they were a gift." Tom's cheeks were starting to burn. "I already alchemised them."

"Typical player." Wilbur slowly stripped off his shirt. Tom found himself waiting on baited anticipation as that thin, white shirt revealed more of the muscled, wolf's back. Inch by inch, the perfectly symmetrical traps and were exposed. The vicious, red scar that ran diagonally across the wolf's back only made him so much more appealing.

"Well?" demanded the smith. "Sex in armour is hot for some but not me. God knows I work with it all day, I'd rather not fuck in it."

Tom flinched. "W - Wait... Sex? As in... me... in you...?"

"Fuck no. Me in you. I ain't the bitch here."

Tom gulped loudly.

On top of the 'for Ed' change he added 'this is just a game'. He felt Wilbur's eyes on him and shyly turned his back, slowly stripping off the very same armour that he had paid for with his muzzle.

"Seems you grew last time we met. I take it you plan to grow a pair of arms too. You'll need that armour adjusted."

Tom swallowed loudly as he stripped off his cuirass, setting it gently on the ground. "What'll that cost me?"

For a second, Wilbur was silent. Tom realised it was because his tail was lifted and his ass was angled straight at the wolf. Was he presenting? Was the NPC programmed to pounce on anyone who exposed their ass? Tom immediately straightened, working to remove his gauntlets and vambraces.

"No charge," answered Wilbur gruffly. "Hurry up. I've got a busy day."

"What do you even do here?" Tom asked, trying not to think of how naked he was as he kicked off his boots and began wiggling out of his leather pants. It was funny, just yesterday he had paraded around in nothing but his scales for a while and now, he was embarrassed to be stripping off his clothing in front of the scarred wolf.

"I'm a smith. I make arms and armour."

"But you don't have any customers. Who are you making your weapons for?"

"You're a customer."

"Your only customer."

"Jake sends other customers my way. I'll have you know I've got a steady stream of clientele."

Tom, now fully naked and inadvertently wrapping his wings around himself, turned back towards the wolf. He gulped loudly when he saw Wilbur on the bed, naked and in all his glorious, fur. "Do they pay with their bodies too?"

"When the mood strikes me."

Feeling even more like a whore, Tom dejectedly said, "So I'm just another hole for you to stuff."

"You want that FC or not?"

Sighing to himself, Tom ran through his mantra of 'For Ed and this is just a game' one more time before striding up to the bed. He rested himself with his back against Wilbur. He wasn't sure what was going to come or how it would feel. He was scared.

"Your first time with a man, I take it?" Wilbur asked, his paws gently caressing his shoulders.

"Yup," Tom answered, trying to be as jovial as possible. "And it's in a videogame."

The wolf sighed heavily and pulled back. "You know what? Screw it. Just take the damn thing."

He turned around to face the smith as Wilbur reached for his shirt and shorts off the floor. "What? Why?"

"I'm not going to responsible for traumatising some kid," growled the wolf, slipping his shirt back on. Tom whimpered when those beautiful scars vanished beneath the folds of that tight shirt. "Put some fucked up Disney-esque twist on this if you want. Tell the world that after the big bad wolf saw how far you were willing to go, he saw your virtue or some shit and just gave you the stuff for free."

Pride spoke first before thought and Tom said, "Is that why you don't have any customers? You see yourself as this 'big bad wolf'? You think you're some bad guy who doesn't deserve to even have some decent business that you need some Admin to take pity on you. What are you, Jake's son or brother or something!?"

Wilbur spun towards Tom, snapping his fangs. "Don't you bring Jake into this! I swear, if you so much as mention his name with some fucked up negative inflection, I will tear your balls right out of your sack!"

"I like Jake," Tom growled back. "He looks after me too. He saved me from an asshole wannabe Shapeshifter."

The smith's eyes fell downwards and he glanced away, ears folded back. "Yeah... He really does take care of everyone..."

"What? Are you in love with him? Is that why you lock yourself up here because you can't have him?"

"Are you fucking crazy!?" shouted the wolf. "Where do you get off on accusing _me_of bullshit like that!?

"Of course, stupid me," Tom said, rolling his eyes. "Why should I expect such deep feelings from an NPC."

Wilbur looked taken aback. "An NPC!? An NPC!? I'm a fucking player you idiot!"

Tom froze and stared at the wolf in shock. "Y - You are? Where's your FG?"

"On my desk, dickwad," growled Wilbur, his ears folded back. "You don't have to wear your FG all the time, you know. It's bound to you. You can't get another one unless you hack the system. Wherever it goes, whatever happens to it, it is reflected on you. Someone else could throw a whole bunch of shit on it and it'll affect you but you don't have to constantly have it on your person. What kind of noob are you!?"

Tom did a double take and nearly fell out of the bed in shock. "Holy shit! You're a player!? Why are you spending all your time here making armour when you could be out there exploring, growing stronger and beating the snot out of other players?"

Wilbur snorted, arms folded over his impressive chest. "There are some of us who don't aspire to be crazy, four-armed, muscle gods, you know. Some of us are content with what we have..." The wolf glanced at his paws. "Because what we have here is more than what we have in the real world..." His eyes flashed at Tom. "You happy now? Happy to learn that I'm not some fucking _program_and am just a stupid guy that doesn't suffer from extreme escapism?"

"Of course!" exclaimed the dragon, grinning wildly and spreading his arms. "That means I'm not in love with a piece of code!"

...

Wilbur inclined his head to the side. "What did you just say?"

"Uh..."

The wolf leaned close, their eyes searching one another's expression for that flicker of cowardice, that spark of doubt. But all Tom could see in the wolf's eyes was curiosity mixed with a bit of loneliness and embarrassment. His reflection in those beautiful blue orbs showed exactly the same expression. Tom found himself gravitating towards the wolf, their lips coming closer and closer until he could smell that wolf's breath. The closer they drew, the surer he became of what he had found - of who he had found.

When their lips touched, it was tentative, still a little scared like they were both dipping their toes into the pool to test the waters. Tom gently snaked his tongue out between his lips. He was surprised when he encountered resistance in the form of Wilbur's tongue already seeking entrance. They both pulled back at the same time from the contact, Tom coughing softly and glancing downwards while Wilbur glanced upwards, twiddling his thumbs and with a blush on his cheeks.

"Whoa... Uh... This is pretty fast, huh...?" Wilbur murmured.

"Heh, yeah..." Tom admitted. "I don't even know your real name..."

"If you had bothered to scan me, you'd know my name really is Wilbur. My tag is something different."

"Oh... Heh... I'm Tom." He held out his hand. Wilbur stared at it for a long moment before letting out a short laugh. He shook Tom's offered hand.

"Hey. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah... Um... So... You like building stuff?"

"Yup."

"I'm a twenty-one year old construction worker. You?"

"Twenty-three year old customer support agent."

"Cool, cool..." Tom nodded slightly, well aware that he was starting to get hard as excitement began roiling through his body. He played that moment when their lips touched and their tongues danced briefly against one another. It felt so right; electric and amazing. After going on dates in high school and getting his fair share of tonsil diving, this was something else entirely. Maybe it was the _Gam3_but something about unravelling the puzzle that was this smith and learning that he was just another player really sparked the romantic in him.

"So... What kind of player are you?"

Wilbur was gazing with fascination at the ceiling, his blush growing ever deeper. Clearly he had hoped that Tom's eyes would be directed at his adorable face to draw it away from the fact that his cock was starting to swell in his sheath. "Well, I'm mostly focused on Physicality, as you probably guessed, with a lot of balance into my Mentality. You need that for smithing."

"So a good tank? Paladin-like?"

"If you want to be stereotypical, yeah..."

"Great! My friends and I were hoping to make a party for the upcoming Event. Why don't you join us?"

"Oh, I'm not really into Events and all that stuff... I'm just content making things here..."

Tom nudged the wolf lightly with his elbow. "Come on. I bet you'll have lots of fun. Besides, you might get some rare FCs that you can use to make lots of armour for me and the guys. That is, of course, unless you prefer me _without_armour."

He couldn't believe how smutty he sounded but Tom was getting really_horny. He wanted the wolf _bad. The more he learned about this adorable, gruff smith, the more he wanted to be in those big, muscular scarred arms.

"Erm... I'll think about it," Wilbur squeaked.

Time for the final blow. "Hey, want to see me grow an extra pair of arms?"

Wilbur flinched and shied away from Tom. "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

Tom blinked. "Oh... Erm... I thought it'd be hot if you watched me sprout some extra arms..."

"Do you think I'm some sort of transformation fetishist!?" Wilbur exclaimed. "For fuck's sake, I stayed the bare minimum of my form to get by! I have all those FCs down there. If that turned me on, do you think I would've just kept them there without using them on myself?"

Bad move. "Erm... I just thought..."

"This isn't some way just to get free FCs, is it?" snarled Wilbur. "Oh fuck it is... Goddamnit!" He slammed his fist into the wall. "I knew it! That's the fifth fucking time! Do something nice and people take advantage of you!"

"Wilbur, I -"

"Just shut up and get the hell out of my house!"

Tom felt inclined to leave. He had messed up, bad. He had one foot on the wooden floorboards when he froze. Popping his jaw from right to left, he considered what he was giving up here. Wilbur was a nice guy, just a little rough around the edges and very lonely. The fact that he chose to remain a smith, isolated from the rest of the massive world and required an Admin to send him company spoke a lot about his loneliness.

And Tom... For Tom, that one act of kindness had really touched him. Some part of him just could not stand to see the wolf down like this.

He turned back towards Wilbur, considering how he should approach this. Then...

He seized the big wolf's shoulders and threw Wilbur back down against the bed, stunning the wolf.

"What the hell!?" was all Wilbur managed to get out before Tom shoved his tongue straight down the wolf's throat. He used all his strength just to pin down the struggling wolf but it was working. Wilbur's canine cock was pressing up against Tom's hard abdominals.

Wilbur was still stronger than Tom, though and the wolf managed to prise his lips away. "The fuck man!?"

"Shut up and stick your cock in me," growled Tom, speaking purely from his heart instead of his cock.

"What? But you're a - a - aaaahhh!"

Tom grimaced as he seized Wilbur's cock from behind him and gently guided the pointed tip towards his tight, virgin pucker. He took a deep breath and pushed himself down onto the member. The hot, throbbing flesh against his sensitive flesh was something he had never experienced before and sent automatic alarms through his brain that there was a foreign object in his ass and to expel it immediately. He pushed those alarms back, knowing full well what he was sticking into himself.

His mantra shifted from 'for Ed' and 'this is just a game' to simply 'I want this'.

The first inch pushed into him and that was all he needed. His twin cocks pushed out of his sheath, drooling like an open faucet all over Wilbur's fur. His tongue lolled off to the side as the panic and pain was replaced by the amazing sensation of being filled and the desire to have more of that wolf meat in him.

"S-s-stop..." Wilbur murmured. "Not... right..."

"Shut up," growled Tom, leaning back further and making the wolf wince. "You wanna know what - ah - happened the first time I changed... fffuck..." He didn't wait for an answer and closed his eyes, one hand on Wilbur's cock while the other squeezed his members tightly together. "... I changed... came all over myself and then went to my friend's house... He was getting a blowjob from another guy... I ran away from him..."

"Straight..." was all Wilbur could manage before he let out a howling moan, his hips bucking another inch deep into Tom. The wolf reached for his own erect nipples, twisting them in self stimulation.

"Nope... I got freaked because... Because my friend has HIV... Got it from... from a hook up with another girl. Didn't play it safe... got... infected... urgh..."

The wolf growled, snapping angry eyes at Tom. "Why are we talking about this during sex!?"

"Because, you fucking idiot," growled Tom, pulling out slightly just so that he could lean down towards the wolf. "I'm telling you that I didn't leave because he was gay."

Wilbur looked about to protest... when he froze and mulled over those words. "You mean..."

"I dunno. Maybe. But right now, you're fucking sexy, you're kind, have that badass attitude that for some reason is a massive turn on for me and you're halfway into my ass! So either keep going or so help me, I'm going to force you in meeee!"

The wolf shoved his cock deeper into Tom, making the young dragon arch his back and let out a tongue of flame from between his lips. Primal instincts began kicking in and his brain quickly recognised Wilbur as the superior male, that he should take the cock deep inside him and love it. He willingly accepted that premise but there was just one thing wrong...

He grabbed the wolf's shoulders and threw himself onto the bed. Wilbur caught on and rolled on top of him, pushing his legs back so that they rested on the wolf's enormous shoulders. The position made it perfect for their muzzles to lock in a deep, passionate kiss. All the tenderness and awkwardness flew out of the window as the two became wild, rutting animals.

Freed of having to guide Wilbur's cock into his ass, Tom eagerly gripped his other cock but was surprised when Wilbur beat him to it. A sharp gasp left him, muffled by the wolf's dexterous tongue. The hard thrusts from the wolf jostled his balls, sending waterfalls of precum all over Tom's scales. Soon, the pool in his abs became too full and the clear liquid began pouring into the sheets beneath them.

Wilbur broke their kiss just to say, "Fuck you stink." Then he dove back in and pushed their muzzles deeper together.

Tom groaned and shoved the wolf away just for the briefest of moments. "You fucking love it."

"Hell yeah."

Their muzzles collided again, Wilbur's thrusts into Tom's ass growing more and more desperate. Tom could feel that huge knot starting to press up against the walls of his ass and he didn't want anything more than to have that cock completely inside of him, for the wolf to tie with him and claim him. His free arm curled around the wolf's shoulders, pulling him closer and closer, egging him to tie with him, his claws raking the wolf's thick hide in passion.

There was a moment when he felt something odd about the wolf's muscles... the shoulders seemed to be moving contrary to the wolf's wild thrusts. He didn't give it a second thought until he felt a slight pressure against his right bicep where his FG was. Tom cracked open an eye just in time to see Wilbur press a FC into his Grid.

"Whut...?" he began but was cut off when a bolt of pleasure shot through his entire torso. A loud groan escaped from him as his chest bulged, his pecs pushing up against his head like they were trying to suffocate him! His senses became overwhelmed as he felt two points of sensitive flesh appear just beneath his existing pectorals. Wilbur let go of his cock just too give those two points a rough twist with a devilish grin on the wolf's face. Twin rockets of intense arousal exploded from the contact and a single word popped into Tom's head: nipples.

His moaning grew louder as Wilbur's knot pushed deep into him and the wolf redoubled his thrusts, his hot precum already starting to full Tom's abused ass. Every jostle, every shove of that monster dick, pushed Tom's body further into the new growth. The dragon lashed his head from left to right, utterly wild with stimulation as the flesh around his new nipples hardened, growing thick, rock-hard muscle and giving birth to two, new, rounded pectorals.

Tom let go of his other cock and Wilbur, digging his claws into the mattress as new sensations began exploding from his flanks, just right next to his newly formed pecs. It was like a single, ongoing orgasms coming from his sides. The toe-curling euphoria of release bombarded his mind constantly as a pair of thumbs and a set of fingers began emerged from his sides followed shortly by a full hand and a wrist. He arched his back and let out a long, breathless moan as the thick, scaly forearm came into existence, pushing itself out and dragging its connecting bicep and triceps with it.

"Oh fuck!" he cried, his voice going incredibly high pitched. "Oh fuck! Shit! FUUUUUCK!"

He was only dully aware of Wilbur's ear-shattering howl and the hot seed spilling into his ass. His own orgasm hit him with the full force of a tsunami, practically knocking him into unconsciousness there and then. He was never truly aware of the crippling sprays of cum that exploded from his twin cocks, spraying seed all over his chest and lathering his muzzle and Wilbur's. The six times his hips bucked were all subconscious and he was rutting wildly into the air long after his load had been spilled.

Tom was out cold by the time Wilbur rolled him to his side and snuggled up next to him, arms around the dragon.

Wilbur the smith closed his eyes, a content smile on his lips as he gently pecked the dragon's messy cheek.

*****

The good thing about being in a Clear Zone was that injuries did not last very long and the pain they came with was just as short lived. When Tom awoke, his brain was telling him that his ass should be sore but it wasn't, much to his relief. His new arms were definitely a new experience but his mind adjusted to them fairly quickly, another miracle of The Gam3, he guessed.

He spent the rest of the evening chatting with Wilbur as the wolf worked on his arms and armour, adjusting his armour so that it could fit his new form and stature. As promised, he was given a new enchanted halberd crackling with the force of lightning while a set of new vambraces for Pete and the +Tentacle FC for Ed, just the FC not infused into a piece of armour.

Still, even with all these in his inventory, Tom decided to stay with Wilbur for the night and apologised to Pete and Ed for not meeting up with them. Though The Gam3 only required eating for the purposes of providing long lasting buffs, that did not make the food created taste any worse. With the gold Tom still had left over, he took his wolf out to dinner at a pleasant restaurant that overlook Crescent's massive waterfall. They chatted throughout the evening, shared dessert and Tom managed to get Wilbur to agree to meeting his friends for the Event.

Of course, the evening did not end there. When Wilbur closed up shop and headed up to his room, Tom was there waiting for him.

Neither of them really got any sleep in game that night.

Good for them.

"Come now, Gwendolyn," Jake said, a smirk on his features, "you're not getting paranoid now, are you?"

Liberty4U stood beside the Admin, arms folded as they stood on the edge of one of Crescent's many harbours. "I have always agreed with your methods but I would not want to see you turn into a cheater. You made the rules, I expect you to follow them."

The wolf snickered. "And what makes you think I'm breaking them?"

"Your fascination with this Tomas child and Wilbur, for one."

"Ah. I thought you'd be worried about Velma and Eric or Sarah and Connie."

"Who?"

"The other many players of the Gam3 I've been taking care of." The Admin turned to Liberty4U, eyes half-closed and an expectant smirk on his features. "Come now, just because you're playing a head-to-head game that could decide the fate of this entire world, it doesn't mean the rest of us can stop being who we are. I'm guiding these people to happiness, Gwen. Honestly, I don't really care for the reality of The Gam3 but the fact that it allows me to exploit the rules of reality without so much as breaking believability is a bonus."

Liberty4U flinched. "So wait... you do not want to end The Gam3?"

"I remain adamant of my stance in the matter. I still firmly believe that despite all the temptations, all the hardships and the consequences, everyone will make the right choice in the end. Whether or not that is to end _The Gam3_or not is moot."

The quest maker's jaw dropped. "I had you wrong on this..." She smiled gently. "You played us. Again."

"We're all mortals." Jake turned his back to her, smiling softly. "Never forget that."