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Haven. A lone city in the middle of nowhere. Separate from the space-time continuum. A reprieve from the harshness and complexity of the living world. A pinnacle of all reality.

The floating palace sat high above the clouds hidden from view. The enormous chunk of land that housed the majestic establishment also held entire forests and plains that surrounded the development. An entire kingdom stood atop the rock, the palace standing as a monument of sorts, a testament to a being with great power. The tall white and silver towers reached even higher into the sky. On the largest tower, a balcony overlooked the rest of the kingdom and the land beyond.

It was on this balcony that a lone wolf stood, his thick white fur rustling in the breeze. His golden eyes shone brightly in the sun, irises glowing as he watched something invisible to anyone else.

“Billions of threads…endless possibilities,” the wolf muttered in contemplation. “Unmoving…yet never ceasing…”

“Drake!” A large Doberman burst through the bedroom door back inside. “We have a problem.”

The wolf blinked in surprise, his eyes going back to normal. “Can it wait until later, Keith? I was…thinking about something.”

“You’re always thinking,” said the Doberman, rolling his eyes. “And no, it can’t wait. We’ve put this off long enough already.” When the wolf didn’t respond, he continued. “The magic is wearing thin. The spells keeping Haven unbound grow weaker by the day. Surely you’ve noticed.”

Drake said nothing at first, only continued staring off into the distance with a frown. He had indeed noticed the disruptions along the perimeter. The magic separating the kingdom from the rest of reality was beginning to falter. On one occasion, Drake had even caught a glimpse into another dimension before the magic patched itself up.

“Indeed,” Drake said thoughtfully. “The spell can’t keep regenerating forever. We need more magic. It’s the only way to keep us unbound without exhausting ourselves.”

“But…how do we get more magic? There aren’t many others who even know we exist!”

The white wolf’s eyes narrowed. “Simple. We recruit more people.”

Keith looked skeptical. “You mean…mortals? You actually trust them to do the job?”

Drake finally turned to face him, fixing the Doberman with a glare. “We are mortals, too, Keith. Don’t you forget that.”

Keith held his paws up in defeat. “Okay, okay! Just…how will we find willing recruits?”

Drake turned away again and shrugged. “I’m not sure…we’ll just have to find the right people.”

The Doberman grinned mischievously, moving toward the wolf. “Well…whoever you choose…you’ve got a couple options.”

Drake raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Oh?”

Keith stood just behind the wolf now. “You could do it your way, or…the fun way,” he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Drake frowned. “The fun way? What do you –” He suddenly realized what the Dobie meant. “No!”

“Aww, come on,” Keith said, still smirking. “You need to lighten up a bit. Besides, the fun way has never failed. And it’s not as if it would be hard to do. Just use a simple Time Warp spell, apply a slight dimensional shift and boom! Job finished.”

Drake thought about that. Keith wasn’t wrong; the ‘fun’ way always worked. Plus, the new recruits would need a little – ahem – persuading…

“Okay, fine,” Drake sighed. “But I’m not doing it myself. I need to stay here and monitor things.”

The Doberman’s expression became hopeful. “Ooh, ooh! I’ll do it! Just tell me where to go!”

The wolf chuckled and patted his companion on the head. “Don’t worry, Keith, you’ll get your turn.”

The two furs became silent as they stood on the balcony observing the land below. Keith could almost hear the gears turning in the white wolf’s head.

“I think I know what to do,” said Drake. “Go get T7 for me. Tell him I’ve got a job for him.”

……………………………

Luck of the Draw

“This is it, guys!”

A small silver sedan pulled into a parking lot across from a busy casino. The establishment’s bright vibrant lights would catch the eye of any passerby. Above the entrance was a neon sign featuring an anthropomorphic canine grinning slyly at the observer, a pair of dice frozen in midair above his paw. Underneath the image was bright green text, “Golden Hound Casino.”

“Looks lit,” said one of the passengers as he got out. Ross was a college student with the characteristics of a stereotypical frat bro. He had blonde hair with bright, youthful eyes. He wore a simple pair of shorts with a black t-shirt that had a band logo on it. Standing at a healthy 5’11’’, he had a slightly larger frame than average, made of an even balance of both muscle and fat. He wasn’t terribly out of shape, but he wasn’t the pinnacle of fitness either.

“Hey, Nate!” Ross said loudly, as was his usual standard. “Get out here, bud!”

From the back of the car, a skinnier male climbed out of his seat. Nate had short brown hair with hazel eyes that sat behind a pair of glasses. He was the nerdiest of the group, having been to his fair share of comic conventions and D&D sessions in the past. He stood at 5’10’’, just an inch shorter than Ross, but his rather skinny frame made him look much smaller. Nate had opted for a slightly less casual look, wearing a green polo with blue jeans.

“Calm down, Ross, the casino’s not going to run away if we take too long,” Nate chuckled.

“Well, no, but this is your twenty-first birthday, bro!” Ross replied unperturbed. “We gotta make the most of it!”

“It’ll be fine, Ross,” said the man who left the driver’s seat. Gabe, the third and final member of their group tonight, had offered to be DD for the night. The African American had short black hair with a bit of stubble that adorned his handsome face. Whereas Ross was large but not in shape, Gabe was definitely in very good shape. He did bodybuilding as a hobby, so he had a large frame packed with muscle, easily seen through the tight t-shirt and black jeans that he wore. That combined with a height of 6’2’’ made him looking rather intimidating at times. However, anyone who knew him also knew that he was very gentle and kind despite his appearance. Some may say that he is too nice for his own good, but that was a matter of perspective.

“Nah, I’m just excited, dude!” Ross continued as they approached the casino. “It’s not every day your buddy turns twenty-one, am I right?” He reached over and gave Nate a heavy pat on the shoulder. “Happy birthday, bro.”

Nate’s heart melted a little at the gesture; perhaps more than it should have. He never told anyone about it, but he did have a hefty crush on the frat bro. Ross didn’t know about it as far as he knew. No one even knew he was gay.

“Heh, thanks.” Nate said while blushing a little.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Nate?” Gabe asked kindly. Always the concerned friend. “We can just go watch a movie or something if you want.”

“No, that’s fine,” Nate replied. “I want to do this. I honestly think it’ll be fun.”

“Okay, as long as you’re sure,” said Gabe. “It’s just, casinos and parties aren’t really your thing. You said it yourself.”

Nate nodded as they neared the front doors. “I know. But I want to try new things. And college is the best time to do that, right?”

“Hell yeah, dude!” Ross said enthusiastically. He opened the door for the others to enter. “Now let’s go have some fun!”

And so their night of recreation began.

………………….……….

T7 the Trickster sat at an office desk in front of a computer. When Drake had approached him with the job, he had jumped at the opportunity. It had been so long since he had gotten to get out and do something, to “stretch his legs” if you will. The job was simple: convince a select few targets to join the Titans in maintaining Haven. He opted to do it the fun way, and Drake said that it didn’t matter as long as it was done safely and efficiently. And what was the Trickster’s idea of fun?

Why, gambling of course.

The owner of the casino watched the computer screen intently, searching the live security footage for his targets. They would be here any minute now. Occasionally, he would pick up a pen and do some paperwork to pass the time. As he waited and switched from camera to camera, a “ping!” from his phone announced a new text from Drake. He grabbed the phone and examined the new message.

D6: “Your targets have arrived. Coming in now.”

Smirking around the cigar in his mouth, he texted back.

T7: “Good. Engaging now.”

Drake immediately replied.

D6: “Be careful.”

T7: “When am I not careful?”

D6: “I mean it, Tre. You have been known to push the limits of your magic unnecessarily. We cannot risk distortion.”

Rolling his eyes at the long text, the Trickster tapped out a quick response.

T7: “DW. I got this.”

D6: “Wait.”

T7 did not wait. He promptly turned off his phone and stood, making his way over to a full-body mirror against the wall. His reflection nearly took up the entire surface. Tre was a hulk of a dingo, his massive frame brimming with muscles and standing at a looming seven feet. The sandy furred canine wore white slacks and a green dress shirt with a shiny gold jacket on top. A bit flashy, yes, but it didn’t hurt to flaunt his power just a bit. The expensive suit was tailored to show off his bulging muscles under the fabric. A small flex of his right arm had a large bicep swelling against creaking fabric. He turned his head and kissed the muscle, giving himself a green-eyed wink in the mirror.

Allowing himself that brief moment of narcissism, the dingo turned back toward his desk. From a drawer, he grabbed a small golden twenty-sided die, tossing it nonchalantly in one paw while heading out the door to the main floor.

It was showtime.

Ross - Slots

Ross sat on his own at one of the many slot machines in the establishment. As soon as he and his friends had entered the casino, they had each agreed to split off and go do their own thing. It didn’t bother him though; he was having fun!

That is, despite the fact that he was already losing money. Ross knew the implications of a casino and had been prepared to lose more than he won. But that didn’t stop him from having the time of his life. Sitting there at the slots with a free beer in hand casually gambling with money he didn’t even need was all the entertainment he needed for the time being. It was almost like hanging out with his frat bros, just here he could make some quick bucks.

As he pushed the button to begin another round, Ross caught sight of a peculiar figure on the opposite side of the room. An absolutely huge dingo in a shiny gold jacket and white pants stood next to the entrance watching him. They locked eyes and a sly smirk spread across the dingo’s face, the muscular canine sending a wink his way. Shaking off a slightly creeped-out feeling, Ross offered a polite grin and went back to the screen.

He wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

The word “JACKPOT” flashed across the screen in a bright golden font while a loud jingling noise filled his station. Ross watched in disbelief as countless gold coins cascaded into the tray.

“FUCK YEAH!” Ross exclaimed, thrusting both fists into the air. “Jackpot, baby!”

The surrounding patrons watched the college frat bro rejoice as he received far more money than he came in with. Some looked jealous while other simply ignored him and went back to their own screens. Ross was totally oblivious to their gaze, too focused on the pile of coins in the tray.

“Having fun?”

The voice came from right next to him and Ross jumped. The huge dingo had somehow appeared right beside his station, and was now looking down at him in a mixture of concern and amusement. Based off the grin on his muzzle, it was mostly the latter.

Ross grinned back while filled his bag. “Hell yeah, dude! I’m leavin’ with some sweet cash tonight!”

The canine smirked at Ross’ frat boyish attitude. “What are you going to spend it on?”

Ross paused for a moment, then shrugged. “Nah, I’ll think about that later. Live in the moment, yeah?”

Tre chuckled. This guy was going to be fun to mess with. “Well, what if I told you…” He stepped a little closer. Glancing down, Ross could see him tossing a twenty-sided die in one paw. “That you could win again, right now?”

Ross looked skeptical. “What, you going to rig it or something? The money’s nice, but I don’t wanna cheat.”

Tre moved even closer, now mere centimeters from the frat boy. He was so close now Ross could practically feel his body heat. “It’s not cheating if you get lucky.”

Ross paused again, taking in the dingo’s odd choice of words. Get lucky. Was he…flirting with him? The college frat bro didn’t swing that way, but the attention was oddly flattering.

His target still hadn’t yet taken the bait. Tre decided it was time to push a little further. He leaned in slightly so that his warm breath tickled his victim’s ear. The die in his paw was tossed so that it rose to eye level and down again.

“Think about it this way,” the Trickster whispered. “If you say yes, you get a bunch of free money. No catch, no cheating, only luck. If you say no, you leave with nothing more. I’m the owner of this place, so it’s on me. You have nothing to lose.” He began subtly flexing his massive bicep where he had it pressed against the boy’s arm. “So why don’t you…” His muzzle brushed against the ear, just once. “Take the chance?”

Take the chance. The words echoed eerily in his mind. Ross was paralyzed by an odd relaxed feeling, completely entranced by the dingo’s alluring words. His eyes followed the d20’s path in front of his face, up…down…up…down… He could feel the hard bicep pressed against him bulging slightly larger, testing the seams of that jacket.

“I…I…” Ross stammered, unable to form coherent sentence. Blinking, he tore his gaze from the die to the dingo’s face, their lips so close they almost kissed. Those emerald irises glittered as they gazed back at him, a mischievous smirk tugging at the canine’s lips. Ross could almost see the dollar signs reflected in those eyes, and the feeling of relaxation began to morph into one of strange arousal.

Tre’s smirk widened. Got him. He straightened, his tone returning to normal. “Go buy some more tokens, then try again.” As he left, the dingo glanced back slyly. “I’ll be in the restroom when you want to talk.”

Ross was left in an odd state. Flustered and aroused, he stood with a bag of coins in one hand, the other gripping the counter, and a tent straining his shorts. Never before had someone just...taken him over like that. He shook himself to clear the fog from his head and went back to his game.

Unfortunately, he was not so lucky this time. After playing several more rounds, he didn’t get a single coin back. He supposed it was to be expected; these types of games were generally rigged so that people would lose anyway. Especially after hitting the jackpot like that, he shouldn’t have expected it to happen again. It seemed his luck had simply run out.

Luck. There it was again. That odd feeling of arousal at the memory of that massive dingo and a strange…optimism? Yes, that’s what it was. He was optimistic about winning his next round, as if he knew it would happen again. Ross thought back to the dingo’s suggestion. Could leaving to go buy more tokens really be the answer. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

Ten minutes later he was back, new tokens in hand and ready for another round. Ross stared at the screen in anticipation.

“Here goes nothing…” Ross inserted a coin into the slot and pushed the button to begin. As the wheels began turning, Ross started to have doubts about whether this was a good idea. What if the owner of the Golden Hound Casino was just trying to make back his money? What if he wasn’t actually the owner at all, and it was just some stranger’s idea of a joke?

JACKPOT!

No way…, Ross thought as he watched another huge pile of coins accumulate in the tray. He didn’t shout out like last time; he was far to shocked to even utter a word. After a moment, he excitedly loaded up his bag with the new loot. The owner had been right! But how?

Ross inserted another coin and nearly the slammed the button in excitement. After waiting for the wheels to stop turning, he came up with nothing again. It seemed the owner’s little “tip” only works once. Oh well. It didn’t matter. Somehow the owner had known when the slot machine would yield, and he claimed that it wasn’t rigged. Either he was lying, or he knew something very valuable that the frat boy did not. Either way, something was up, and he was going to figure out what. Ross grabbed his bag and set off for the nearest restroom.

He found the dingo in the restroom, just as he’d said. The room was strangely empty; the canine was the only other person in the room, standing there smugly with his paws in his pockets.

“So how much did you win?” Tre asked with a grin.

“Too much to count,” was Ross’ reply. He set down his bag. “About that. How did you know I would win? Is it rigged?”

“Nope! Totally random!” The dingo chirped, moving in closer. “Sometimes you’ve just gotta take a good guess.”

Ross found that hard to believe. There was no way the canine could have known that leaving and coming back would do the trick. It had to be rigged, it just had to be.

Ross blinked as the dingo moved behind him and locked the door. A chill ran down his spine as he realized that he had just been trapped in the bathroom. He began to back away as the dingo inched closer.

“Don’t worry,” the owner said matter-of-factly. “Just giving us some privacy.”

Ross continued to backpedal. “But…what if someone wants to come in?”

“They won’t.”

Ross was pressed against the far wall now; he had nowhere to go. And yet the canine was still coming closer, intentionally encroaching upon his personal space.

“I have an offer for you,” he muttered, stopping mere inches away. The sheer proximity of the huge canine was beginning to reawaken a dormant arousal that Ross was no stranger to. Already the tent in his shorts was back with a vengeance, his dick hard as steel and straining against the zipper.

“I’ve got a job opening at a rather…large company. Three positions in fact.” Tre’s words barely registered in the horned up human’s mind. He began to breathe a bit harder and he could feel his heart racing inside his chest.

“I…have a job…” Ross just could not shake the fog clouding his mind. There was an odd musky scent emanating from the canine that only enhanced his confusion.

Tre chuckled lowly, stepped forward again to press himself tightly against his victim, the human now sandwiched between the wall and the hulk of a dingo. Ross’ dick leapt at the contact. “I think…” The Trickster whispered hotly in his ear. “You’ll soon reconsider…”

Ross opened his mouth to protest, but the dingo took that opportunity to mash their lips together, thrusting his tongue into the human’s mouth. Ross’ defenses instantly crumbled, one hand coming up to the back of Tre’s head to hold him there as they made out, the other groping at the canine’s huge chest, pressing against the hard muscle there. His body shuddered as his mind was filled with various images of Haven and the mysterious beings that populated it. The huge white and silver palace, the vast terrain, a white wolf with sharp golden eyes staring back at him…

Tre finally pulled back, grinning and licking his lips. Ross’ eyes flew open as his brain began to process the sudden influx of information. “Holy fuck…it’s real!”

The Trickster grinned even wider and chuckled. “Well?” He leaned down to nibble at the frat boy’s neck, causing more shivers to travel down his body. “What do you say? No training required, and you’ll be paid handsomely…not to mention the…” His tongue snaked out to lick around an ear before jamming itself inside, wriggling about to rile his victim up further. “Hmm…benefits…” He whispered huskily.

Ross had his answer ready before Tre even finished. “Y-yes!” He gasped, beginning to grind against the massive canine. “I want the job! I want…” His gaze drifted downwards to where to hand was resting against the dingo’s jacket button, it being the only thing keeping the jacket closed. His fingers twitched against the small piece of plastic, just barely restraining himself from giving in to temptation.

Tre followed his gaze with a sly grin. “Go ahead. You know you want to.”

Now with the dingo’s permission, Ross quickly undid the button, the jacket falling open to show off the huge muscles of his chest and abdomen bulging through the green shirt. His body switched into autopilot at the sight, instantly locking his lips around a large nipple that was clearly visible against the fabric.

The dingo’s muscular legs shook and nearly collapsed, gasping and moaning loudly at the contact. The sensation of that tongue and the wet fabric rubbing against the nub was pure ecstasy. Tre shrugged off the jacket and quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, both articles of clothing falling to the floor. Once his bare torso was exposed to the air, he seized the back of the human’s head with a paw and brought his lips back to his massive left pec. Ross began to lick fervently again.

“Ahhh fuck,” Tre gasped, panting as Ross’ tongue resumed its assault on his nipple, now in direct contact with the sensitive flesh. He bounced his pecs a few times to tease him, and was rewarded with the feeling of teeth just barely scraping over the nub, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. He felt Ross’ hand rubbing over his hard abdominals, occasionally drifting upwards to tease the other nipple. The other hand rested just above curve of the dingo’s rounded bubble butt, feeling the muscles tense as the hips thrusted forward slightly. The encounter had his dick forming a rather large bulge in his dress pants. The canine gave himself a grope, but left it at that for now. There was still one thing left to do.

Tre reluctantly stepped backwards, detaching his nipple from Ross’ lips. Ross panted, taking in the dingo’s musky scent in the air. His dick was still rock hard and leaking precum into his boxers underneath. Never before had he been this aroused by anyone. He watched at Tre reached into his pocket and brought that golden twenty-sided die he had shown off earlier.

Tre thrusted the playing piece into his hand. “Roll.”

Ross eyed the object skeptically. “What?”

“Roll it.”

“Why? What’s gonna happen?”

That sly smirk returned. “Roll it and find out.”

The golden die sat innocently in his hand. Ross didn’t understand. What this some sort of joke?

“What, is this some sort of game? What about the job?”

Tre stood back with his paws on his hips. Those green eyes roved the young man’s body lustily. “Let’s call this your interview.”

Ross glanced back down at the die, and then slowly let it fall from his hand. It hit the tile floor with a loud clacking noise and bounced across the surface. It danced around the floor before finally resting at his feet with a tiny “6” facing up.

Ross gasped as a sudden explosion of pleasure radiated from his groin. It felt as if he had just cum, but somehow he knew that it was still just pre. And the feeling did not dissipate; it felt like he was just stuck at the brink of orgasm! Leaning backwards against the wall, the crotch area around his shorts seemed to be getting tighter by the second. Unable to handle the growing pressure, his hands fumbled with the button and zipper, grabbing the boxers with them and letting both layers of cloth fell to his ankles. A much larger cock flopped out than he expected. It appeared he had gain several inches in length and even a little girth as well! The cock stood proudly at about eight inches in length and drooled precum onto the floor.

“Mmm…fuck yeah,” Tre muttered, grinning at his newest development.

“What?!” Ross stared flabbergasted at the eight-inch rod jutting from his groin. “How –”

Ross was once again silenced by the dingo’s lips pressed to his. He gasped into the kiss when he felt a paw wrap around his dick and slowly jerk it off. His cock seemed to become twice as sensitive as well, drooling more pre over the canine’s paw.

Tre broke the kiss and grinned toothily. “Remember what I said about benefits?” He knelt down so that his muzzle was level with the human’s groin. “I’m giving you a taste of what you’re in for.” He then proceeded to wrap his muzzle around his throbbing dick.

“Fuck!” His knees shook as the dingo proceeded to give him the best blowjob he had ever received. And it wasn’t only due to his increased sensitivity; the dingo definitely seemed to know his way around a cock, sucking and bobbing his head expertly. As Ross thrusted, he would take the entire length of the rod into his muzzle, then draw back out to tease just the head and repeat the process. His antics proved only to drive the frat boy even more wild, his thrusts beginning to get shorter and quicker. After being on edge for as long as he had been, his balls were already preparing to empty themselves into that hot muzzle.

As if sensing this, Tre pulled off, leaving his dick to throb freely in the air. He gave it one last teasing lick before grabbing the die off the floor and shoving it into Ross’ hand again. “Not yet, buddy. Roll again. Twice more.”

Ross was far too horny at this point to give it much thought; he immediately just dropped the die on the floor. It bounced around, colliding with the wall at one point before landing on a 12.

Tre’s green eyes glittered as he licked his lips. “I love this part.”

Ross looked up at him. “Wha – ah!”

Ross gasped as his arousal suddenly spread throughout his body, sending tremors through his bones and along his limbs. His body shook as a weird feeling began to creep through the lust. It seemed to gravitate toward his hands and build there, like there was some unseen force waiting to be let free. He raised his hands to his face to see a light dusting of…fur?

That invisible force was suddenly let free, intensifying his arousal while visible changes began to occur throughout his body. That little bit of fur became a thick blanket of blonde that covered the back of his hands and rippled across his arms and onto his chest. The fur raced up to cover his neck and over his skull, where his blonde locks retracted until they were just centimeters long, then merged with the fur that was there. It crept down his legs and the tops of his feet.

His fingers and toes became blunter and shortened in length, his nails hardening to become canine claws that curved out from his fingertips.

With a massive paw resting on Ross’ chest, Tre had him pushed up against the wall again. The dingo leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“I can give you riches, power,” he breathed. “Perfection.”

That last word seemed to trigger something within him, causing the frat boy to let out a canine whimper as his mouth and nose pushed forward to form a muzzle. His gums itched a little as his teeth became sharp and pointy, perfect for tearing and grinding meat.

A single point of pleasure formed right at the base of his neck, only making him moan louder. Then that spot began to move slowly, ever so slowly, down his spine as if it were a lupine’s claw tracing along the center of his back. It stopped just above his ass and exploded outward in the form of a long wagging tail, covered in that same blonde fur that dominated the rest of his body.

Tre pulled away and nodded in satisfaction. “Mhmm. Perfection indeed.”

Ross opened his eyes, which had been squeezed shut through the whole ordeal, and inspected the results. What he found were the characteristics of a blonde-furred wolf, almost unrecognizable from the tan-skinned human he had once been. A quick glance in the mirror showed the same blue eyes staring back at him, albeit a little larger and more saturated.

“What?! I –” Ross stammered, unable to believe his eyes. “I’m a wolf!”

“Yes, you’re a wolf,” Tre said nonchalantly. Being a dingo, it obviously wasn’t something he’d never seen before. He glanced down at the wolf’s crotch. “And not a badly equipped one either.”

Ross followed his gaze, finding that his already large tool had grew even more with the transformation. The pulsing red member throbbed about an inch longer than before, covered in bulging veins that crisscrossed the straining shaft.

“One more,” the dingo said, tossing him the die again, which the wolf barely caught. “Make it count.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s your last roll,” Tre replied. “You want to make a good impression, right?”

“But I thought you said I was already in?”

“I never actually said that.”

Ross frowned at the deception. What was Tre playing at? “Okay…but isn’t a dice roll random? How will I know I did well?”

Tre grinned, a strange hunger in his eyes. “Why don’t you take the chance?”

The return of the dingo’s signature catchphrase only made him more skeptical. Well…it couldn’t hurt, right? With a shrug, Ross let the die drop once more. It landed on a 2.

His heart sank. “A two…that’s a bad roll, isn’t it?”

Tre shook his head. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He gave him that sly smirk again. “In my book, there’s no such thing as a bad roll.”

Every muscle in Ross’ body immediately seized up, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. The blonde wolf panted as wave after wave of heat pulsed through his body. Veins bulged through his fur as he felt himself begin to grow.

His chest hardened and inflated into a set of round pectorals, jutting nipples easily visible from underneath his shirt. Ross clutched at his chest in amazement, shuddering as a claw scratched against one of those sensitive nipples. The growth spread to his arms now as he bent them, biceps rising to nearly twice their size, seriously testing the sleeves of the shirt. Afraid of ruining the fabric, he quickly pulled the shirt off and over his head.

The small bit of belly fat that he sported bubbled away, replaced by hard abdominals that pushed out from his exposed middle. His quads and calves became thick and meaty, unyielding slabs of muscle that bulged from underneath the skin. His rear was affected by the change as well. The fairly muscled cheeks firmed even further, expanding outwards like two rising loaves of bread, rounding out into a nice bubble butt.

His cock dripped over the floor as the rolling heat subsided, leaving him panting in the aftermath. Only then did he notice the dingo moving closer to him.

“You’re hired,” Tre whispered, licking across one of those bulging veins on the wolf’s neck.

Ross panted with his head hung back, eyes looking up at the ceiling as he recovered. The dingo’s tongue tickled a little on his neck, and he could feel a claw slowly tracing along the muscles of his widened back.

“Fuck bro…” he breathed, slipping back into his stereotypical frat bro dialect. “That was sick…”

“Hmm…I don’t think we’ve got much time for fucking,” Tre said, realizing that he was running low on time. If they took much longer, he would miss his chance with Gabe. “Why don’t we continue where we left off?”

Without further warning, he knelt down, that paw quickly descending to land on the wolf’s muscled rear. The motion pulled the frat bro’s hips toward him, and the buff dingo once more wrapped his muzzle around that aching dick.

Ross nearly screamed out loud in ecstasy as the dingo’s slick tongue curled around his dick. He began to thrust wildly into that muzzle, pre leaking out of his fully knotted length in an almost constant stream now. Tre wasn’t bothered at all, continuing to suck his length expertly while teasing along the wolf’s crack with one claw. Ross’ thrusts were getting more erratic by the second; he had to be close.

It all came to a climax when Tre finally plunged a finger into the wolf’s hole. Ross gasped, balls tightening and one paw landing on top of the dingo’s head as he came. The throbbing length pumped a fresh load down the dingo’s throat, the larger of the canines not missing a single drop. The wolf’s hole still clenched around that finger as Ross rode out his orgasm.

Once it ended, Ross fell back against the wall and slid down, dazed by the powerful release he had been waiting for all night. The floor felt cold against his ass, but it didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was the massive dingo that was now stood up wearing that devious grin.

“So,” Tre said in a knowing tone. “What that good enough for you?”

Still disoriented, Ross could only mutter, “Fuck yes.”

Tre chuckled. “Good, because I have something I need you to do.”

“Huh?”

The dingo grabbed his shirt and jacket from the floor and began dressing. “We need to get your friends in on this, too. And I need your help.”

Ross shook off his haziness. “Hell yeah, dude. What do you need?”

Tre finished buttoning his golden jacket over the shirt and stood once again at his full height. “I don’t have time to take care of both of them at once. And I’ve got a feeling Nate will respond better to you, so I need you to…um…recruit him while I talk to Gabe.”

Ross grinned knowingly as he stood, pulling up his shorts. “And by recruit, you mean fuck him senseless?”

Tre chuckled at the wolf’s forwardness. “Yeah. Something like that.” He bent down and snatched the twenty-sided die from the floor, tossing it back to Ross. “Take this, it’ll help things along.”

Ross rolled the tiny object around in one paw, inspecting it with a sort of reserved reverence. “You’re not using it?”

“Nah.” The dingo gave him a sly wink. “Something tells me I won’t need it for a while yet.”

Nate – Roulette

Nate stood at a roulette table along with a few other patrons, waiting for the next round to begin. The dealer on the other side of the table was currently paying the last winner. Nate had not yet won a single dollar, but he wasn’t too bothered by it. Actually, he was beginning to get bored of the game itself. He had started out at the slot machines, but that quickly got boring and he had moved on to poker, and now roulette. Maybe coming here for his birthday hadn’t been a great idea after all…

Nate was jolted back to the present by the clicking of chips on the table. The ball had just been released and he had missed it by a couple seconds. He quickly placed two his chips on the table, securing his guess as “first dozen black.”

The ball finally landed on a number, and it turned out to be the red number 19. Second dozen red. He hadn’t been correct at all. Nate sighed internally at the outcome. His lack of luck combined with the repetitive nature of the game was beginning to get to him. Maybe it was time to call it a night.

Along the edge of the wall, Nate caught sight of a rather bulky dingo making his way across the room. The canine turned his head in his direction and their eyes met. The dingo glanced at the table, then at the ball, and back at him. Giving him a sly emerald wink, he held up his paws, signaling a 1 and a 7 with his fingers, and went back on his way. As quickly as he had come, he disappeared into another room.

Nate blinked. What had that been about? He looked back at the table and again where the dingo had just been. 17. Could that possibly be the next number that was going to win? Of course it was possible, but how could he have known? Can’t hurt to try…

The ball was released again and Nate quickly made his bet. He wasn’t sure why he was so excited for the game all of a sudden, but something about that dingo made him sure he was about to win. Time slowed to a crawl; the ball orbited the wheel slower and slower until…

It settled right on the number 17.

Nate couldn’t believe it. He had just won! Despite betting on a single number instead of a range, which was more promising, he had won! And because the payout was higher on such bids, he had just won a significant amount of money back. He had still lost more than he gained, but still…

“Nice one, bro!”

Nate turned at the compliment, finding a large blonde wolf standing near the table. The canine was staggeringly buff, large muscles pressing against a black t-shirt that fit rather tightly on him. Wait a moment, that shirt looked a lot like…was that –

It was time for another round and Nate still hadn’t quit yet. After his moment of victory, he had neglected to come up with another bet. In the corner of his eye, he saw that wolf fiddling with something in his paw. It was a golden twenty-sided die. Once he had Nate’s attention, his paw froze, leaving a single number staring back at him from in between his fingers. Nate had a bit of trouble seeing it in this light, but he soon recognized the black number 6 etched on the surface.

No. No way. There was simply no way that the wolf knew what the next winner would be. Sure, that dingo from before had done it, but that could have easily been a coincidence. No one can guess the winning number correctly twice in a row…right?

The ball was released again and the wheel was spinning. He was running out of time. Out of desperation, Nate put a chip on top of the number 6 on the table. It couldn’t hurt, right? And after all, it wasn’t mathematically impossible for two completely different numbers to win in succession. Given the randomness of casino games, it was actually more likely. Nate shook his head. Trying to reason with himself in order to justify a desperate hope would do no good. As the ball slowed down, he could see a growing smirk on the wolf’s muzzle.

The ball stopped. The wheel stopped. 6 was the winner.

Nate couldn’t believe his eyes. Had he really just won twice in a row?! He gaped as he received his payout, oblivious to the victorious grin the wolf now sported. He felt a paw on his shoulder.

“Congrats, bro!” The wolf was by his side now. “Whatcha gonna spend it on?”

Nate turned to see the big wolf grinning down at him. Well, maybe not as down as he thought. The wolf actually wasn’t that much taller than him, but his sheer bulk made him seem that much bigger.

“Um, I don’t really know yet,” Nate replied. He held out a hand to shake. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met, mister…”

The wolf’s eyebrows rose. He spread his arms, drawing attention to his person. “Aw, come on, man! You don’t recognize me?”

Nate had to admit, there was something very familiar about the wolf. The way he talked, the way he carried himself, even the clothes he was wearing rang bells in his head. In fact, that band logo looked awfully familiar…

“Ross?!”

“Yeah, bro, it’s me!” The blonde wolf grinned widely, spinning around to show off his wide back and bushy tail. “You like the new look?”

“I – what happened to you?!”

Ross winked. “I met a guy.” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder. “Whattaya say we go to the bar for a drink, huh?”

Nate was still speechless, blinking and gaping in silence. Ross chuckled and threw a thickly muscled arm over his shoulder, leading him away from the table.

“Don’t worry buddy! We’re gonna have fun!”

Nate tried to break free at first, but the wolf’s grip was too strong. Not to mention there was a strange musk that hung about him that was oddly enticing. Before he knew it, they had left the main floor and crossed to the bar, where Ross finally released him to sit on a stool. He ordered two beers before Nate got to say anything.

“So,” said Ross, taking a swig from his bottle. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. “You havin’ a good time, bro? Had any sweet drinks?”

Nate stared at his beer for a moment before replying, “No, not yet.”

Ross appeared shocked. “Wait, really?! You haven’t had a drink yet? That was, like, the whole reason we came here! You don’t wanna waste your twenty-first do ya?”

“Then why didn’t we just go to a bar or something?”

“This is miles better,” said Ross. He took another gulp of his beer before nodding toward his friend’s own bottle sitting on the counter. “Go on, try it.”

Nate eyed the bottle skeptically. He grabbed the cold bottle in one hand and slowly tipped it towards his mouth. He winced as the ice cold liquid poured over his tongue and bubbled down his throat. It was a sweet beer, but there was an odd bitter taste that lingered afterwards.

“Well? You like it?”

Nate shrugged, setting the drink down. “It’s alright.”

“It’s fucking rad, that’s what it is!” Ross exclaimed, giving him a heavy pat on the back. He leaned on the counter with one elbow. “So what’s new, dude? Meet any hot babes?”

Nate chuckled internally. Classic frat bro. “We’re here to have fun, not to pick up girls.”

“Girls can be fun,” Ross shrugged. “So? Meet anyone?”

Nate shook his head and sipped at his beer. “No.”

“Meet any guys?”

Nate promptly choked on his beverage, coughing violently but managing not to spill any down his front. He looked over at his friend through slightly watery eyes, heart pounding in his chest.

“What?!”

Ross shrugged again nonchalantly, taking another gulp from his bottle. “Just asking, bro.”

Nate mind raced. He couldn’t know…could he? Not after Nate had done everything he could hide it from him. You’re overthinking it, he told himself. You’re being paranoid. He’s probably just asking an honest question.

“No,” he said as casually as he could, drinking more beer to distract himself from the situation.

Now it was Ross’ turn to chuckle to himself. It certainly was fun to mess with his friend and observe his reactions. He had known about Nate’s crush on him since a little after they had met a year ago, and as much as his friend tried to hide it, Ross still noticed the occasional admiring glances or moments like these when Nate was simply to flustered by his antics to think straight.

Ross felt a buzz in his pocket. He didn’t have to check to know that Tre had just texted him telling him to hurry up. He needed to change Nate quickly before the dimensional shift was complete, or the illusion would reveal itself and he would lose him.

Ross chugged the last third of his drink and hopped down from the stool. “Come on. I want to show you something.”

“But what about –”

“The beer can wait.” Ross turned around and glanced back at him. “Besides, don’t you want to know how I guessed that number?”

Now that was intriguing. “Yeah…”

“Then follow me.”

Ross turned and began walking back the way they came, Nate following behind him. It was only then that Nate noticed one of the patrons at the bar: he was a dragon. Yes, a bipedal reptile covered in scales. He sat casually sipping a drink and talking to his human friend. A small part of him thought that was weird, and that something was wrong, but his mind mostly wanted to just accept it. As they crossed the floor, Nate began to notice the same thing among some of the other people there. A tiger sat at one of the slot machines, a female hyena laughed along with her friends at one of the table games, and a burly grizzly bear made his way back to the bar looking bored. Strangely, none of these things seemed to bother him that much. It was like the world around him was changing right before his eyes, and his mind was quickly adapting to accept it.

Nate followed the wolf’s tight bubble butt and wagging tail through the crowd, the latter striding purposefully toward their destination, almost speed-walking at this point. Nate had to dodge and duck past people passing by, but he managed well enough. They soon found themselves in front of one of the restrooms.

Nate was confused. “Ross, what –”

“Just trust me,” Ross said with a smile, turning the door handle and holding it open for him.

Nate warily went inside, glancing around the excessively clean bathroom for anything unusual. He found nothing.

“Ross, what is it I’m supposed to be looking at –?”

“Think fast!”

Nate whirled around just in time to spot a flash of gold arcing through the air toward him. He deftly caught the object and examined it. It was that d20 Ross had been fiddling with earlier.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a d20, silly,” Ross said chuckling. “I thought you played D&D?”

Nate rolled his eyes. “I know, but what’s it do?”

The wolf gave him a playful wink. “Why don’t you roll it and found out?”

The geeky twenty-one-year-old only blinked behind his glasses. He inspected the tiny golden object in his hand. He couldn’t see anything special about it.

“I don’t get it…”

He heard Ross give a small grunt. “Is it me, or is it getting hot in here?”

Nate looked up to see the wolf taking off his shirt!

“Wait, Ross, what are you –?”

The wolf sighed in satisfaction as he peeled off the tight shirt, revealing his marvelously muscled torso. Nate’s jaw dropped at the canine’s physique. First the hem of the shirt rose over his midsection, which was decorated with a fine set of eight-pack abs that flexed as he stretched and twisted his torso to remove the fabric. Then his chest was exposed to the air, a set of big meaty pecs so plump that the nipples nearly pointed straight down to the floor. When the wolf tossed the shirt aside, he gave those thick biceps a small flex, already appearing larger than they had restrained underneath the fabric.

Nate was totally speechless. It was as if the gods had just granted him the man of his dreams, standing right in front of him in all his hulking glory. Ross grinned at his reaction, raising both arms in a double biceps pose. The two thick masses of muscle swelled further, culminating in melon-sized lumps of wolf beef covered in thick veins. The wolf curled an arm further and grazed the peak of a huge bicep with a claw, flashing Nate a sly grin.

“Like what you see?” Ross turned his head to press his lips against that bicep in a slobbery kiss.

Nate did indeed like what he saw. Very much so. He couldn’t muster the will to saw that, though, because of the heavenly sight before him and the burning excitement in his loins. Already he was sporting a bulge in his jeans, his breathing and heart rate had picked up considerably. A heavy musk had begun to accumulate in the room, seeming to emanate straight from the muscle wolf. Every breath took more of that musk in, filling his lungs and spreading throughout his body and filling him with lust.

Nate took a shaky step toward the wolf, but Ross held up a paw and shook his head. “Nope. Gotta roll first, bro.”

It was only then that Nate realized he was still holding the d20. He haphazardly chucked the die forward, where it rolled behind the wolf, and rushed that studly mountain of muscle.

“Oof!” The wolf grunted when Nate collided with him, causing him to stumble somewhat. He quickly regained his balance and gasped when he felt a pair of hands clamp over his plump pectorals and begin kneading them while a tongue explored the valley between them. He shuddered every time a nail scraped against a nipple, causing his already hard dick to surge inside his shorts. Grinning, he brought a paw to the back of Nate’s head, holding him there while he worshiped his huge chest.

Nate was in the throes of ecstasy, thrusting his tongue in between the wolf’s pecs and wiggling it about, sucking in as much of that manly musk as he could. He felt up those bouncy pectorals and teased the nipples with his thumbs, which was greatly appreciated by the wolf.

He then moved lower, guided by the wolf’s paw on the back of his head, and gazed at those abdominals that bulged from his midsection. His tongue found those too, tracing the ridges between them and even dipping into a sensitive navel that was almost buried in all that muscle.

Meanwhile, his hands couldn’t decide what to explore next. First, they felt up the wolf’s sides, feeling how his frame narrowed towards the hips in that desirable “V” shape. Then they slid backward to trace down his lower back, sending pleasurable tingles up the wolf’s spine. Moving further downward, they cupped his shapely rear, squeezing those round bubbled cheeks through his shorts and exploring the firm muscle there. Occasionally, Nate would grab and heft the sizeable bulge at the wolf’s front, or reach back up to tease a nipple.

Ross was moaning aloud now, unable to even think straight as his body was assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure. His heart pounded as his body was ravished by the man crouched in front of him.

Neither of them noticed that the die had stopped rolling.

Nate groaned as his muscles tensed, emanating a pulsing sensation as if he had just finished a rigorous workout. Unbeknownst to him, his body began to change. His arms grew a healthy layer of muscle; nowhere near the bulk of Ross’, but enough to give the appearance that he worked out regularly. His chest and flat stomach began to fill out as well, his new pecs sported a little bit of bulk and his stomach showing a hint of abs underneath the skin. His legs widened with muscle, the growth causing his ass fill out his jeans a bit more tightly.

Feeling Nate shudder against him, Ross looked down curiously. At first he thought Nate had come already, but then he remembered the d20. He glanced backward to see it resting near the door, its golden surface glinting innocently. Smirking, he tapped his friend on the shoulder, causing Nate to look up at him questioningly.

“Strip,” Ross commanded with a grin.

Nate complied without hesitation, scrambling to get the pesky polo off his body. This brought the top half of his body into view, and he gasped at the sight. No longer did he appear small and scrawny as he did before; he now had a decent amount of lean muscle on his frame.

“The pants, too.”

Nate blinked and continued to undress. He unbuttoned and unzip the jeans he wore as pulled them down and stepped out of them, noting that they had fit him a little tighter than usual. His legs and calves were more filled out with muscle so that they were more proportionate with the rest of his changed body.

Overall, he now had more of a runner’s build, rather than the skinny twig he had once been.

“I –” Nate stammered, entranced by the sudden transformation. “I’m –”

He felt a claw on his chin, prompting him to look up in the wolf’s eyes. Ross grinned back at him, less of the sly smirk he usually sported and more of a genuine smile. His blue eyes glittered with a gentle passion, a kind of empathy that Nate had never seen from him before.

“I –”

“Shhh,” Ross said gently, moving his paw to cup one side of Nate’s face. “Me too.”

The wolf began to slowly lean in. Almost by reflex, Nate leaned in as well, and their lips came together in a kiss. It wasn’t a heated passionate kiss, but a gentle smooch between lovers. This warmhearted tenderness from the wolf was a side to him that Nate was not familiar with, but he wasn’t about to complain. His heart melted as he threw his arms over the wolf’s shoulders while Ross’ paws settled around his waist. They just held each other like that for a while, living out their tender moment while they could; just enjoying each other’s company, but this time as a couple.

A buzz sounded from Ross’ pocket, and he held back a growl. That had to be Tre texting him to hurry up again. He would ignore him for now. They had plenty of time, and he wasn’t going to let that dingo ruin their moment.

He felt the phone vibrate again, and he caved. Fine. Have it your way.

The wolf grunted and pushed forward, causing Nate to backpedal with him. Still locked in embrace, the two stumbled across the floor so that Nate ended up leaning up against the sink counter. Ross’ minded wandered to the d20 that still sat on the floor behind them, but he decided to leave it for now. He wanted to enjoy their time together for now; he could always just use the die afterwards.

Ross pulled back from their kiss and panted. Nate, coming out of his blissful trance, looked up at Ross and saw the passionate want in those blue eyes of his. It was obvious what the wolf wanted.

“Turn around,” Ross growled.

A thrill ran through him at the words and Nate hastily spun around and bent himself over the counter, pulling down his briefs to present his fine ass to the wolf.

Ross glared down at the pert ass cheeks in front of him and licked his lips in anticipation. He undid his shorts and pulled them and his boxers down in one yank, gathering some precum from his dick that had been leaking copiously throughout the encounter.

The wolf leaned in so that his dick hotdogged those cheeks, his firm body resting atop Nate’s smaller but just as sturdy frame. He gave him a long slow lick behind his ear, breath panting out in heated puffs. “Ya ready for it, bro?”

Nate hastily nodded in a lust filled haze. “Just…fuck me, Ross!”

Ross gave a heated chuckle. “You got it, bro.”

The wolf shifted, and Nate gave a pre-covered finger slowly enter his asshole.

Nate gasped as he felt the warm finger wiggle about, pushing further and further into his hole. When it eventually brushed his prostate, he shuddered as the motion send tremors up his body, knees shaking as his exposed cock dripped onto the floor.

Ross shifted again, and he felt the finger get replaced by something much larger prodding at his hole. He tensed in anticipation, and a paw rested comfortably on his back.

“Just relax, bro.”

Heart pounding, Nate breathlessly responded. “Easy for you to sayeeeee!”

Nate’s speech was cut off by the head of the wolf’s cock entering him, that sensation alone sending waves of pleasure cascading down upon him. Ross pushed forward again, a couple inches more disappearing into his ass. The feeling of his moist walls clenching around the wolf’s aching dick was unbearable, making it hard not to just start thrusting full force. With every inch that entered his partner, the pleasure between both of them mounted exponentially.

Before he knew it, the wolf’s entire dick up to his knot was stuck inside him. His fully inflated knot bumped against his entrance, eager to lock itself inside.

Ross growled lowly. “You alright, Nate?”

Hearing the wolf actually call him by name got his attention. Nate grunted out, “Yeah. Just do it already!”

Ross chuckled again at his eagerness. “Sure thing, bro!”

With that, the wolf began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and back in again. The first thrust immediately sent Nate into world of pleasure, the young man gasping and moaning aloud. Ross didn’t wait long, soon giving another thrust that had the same effect, if not even stronger than before. Every push forward became quicker than the last.

Soon the wolf had developed a steady rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. Every thrust was ecstasy. The feeling of his dick rubbing against the lubricated walls of Nate’s asshole felt great against his shaft. He reacted by thrusting with even more strength, the collisions causing Nate’s body to slide back and forth a bit across the counter. His fat knot ground against the entrance. With regret, Ross knew he couldn’t tie; it would take too long for his knot to go down before they had to go find Tre.

They were both close. They could feel it from the way Nate’s asshole clenched gradually harder around his dick, and by the way Ross’ jabs against his prostate became shorter and quicker. Ross could feel his balls tightening, preparing to release his seed. Suppressing a howl, he slammed forward one last time, knot grinding against that hole without going in, and clamped his jaw down on Nate’s shoulder in a mating bite.

Nate let out an inhuman growl as he came hard, pumping his own dick as he spilled his load. A warmness in his ass told him that Ross had come as well. As the wolf’s load was dumped inside him, that warmness seemed to spread across his entire body. The sensation elevated to a strange tingling as changes began to occur.

Rich and soft red orange fur spread outwards from his ass, traveling down his legs and up his torso. The fur turned a milky white over his chest and stomach, soft like the rest of him. A long orange tail sprouted at his lower back, tipped with that same pale white color. His growl became even more animalistic as his head began to reform, pushing forward into a muzzle, slightly thinner than Ross’. Looking into the mirror, he watched as he ears became pointier and moved upward on his now vulpine head. He felt sharp claws grow in at the end of his fingers and toes, and the transformation was complete.

Ross released his hold on the fox’s shoulder, leaving bite marks on the skin. He gently licked the spot, roughing up the fur a little. Wait…fur? He opened his eyes to notice the drastic changes Nate had undergone, a lithe fox in his place.

“Nate?” He muttered questioningly.

Nate groaned in his afterglow. “Hmm?”

Relieved, Ross smiled and gave him another lick behind the ear. “I guess I didn’t need the d20 after all,” he chuckled warmly.

Nate sighed in bliss as the wolf stroked his head fur with a paw. He tilted his head into the wolf’s loving caress and swished his tail between their bare bodies.

Soon, though, Ross retracted his paw and stood up straight. “Sorry to cut this short, hun, but we need to go meet Tre.”

Nate winced as the wolf pulled out, leaving him cold and bent over the counter. He slowly straightened and turned back around to face his new boyfriend. “Who’s Tre?”

“The casino owner,” Ross replied, not bothering to redress. He bent and snatched up the d20 from the floor. “He’s the one behind all this.”

Nate glanced at their clothes scattered across the floor, and the mess they had made. “And what is…‘all this,’ exactly?”

“Don’t worry, he’ll explain,” Ross reached out a paw for him to take. “We should probably go. Tre’s probably wooing Gabe over some poker game or whatever.”

Nate giggled at the comment as they made for the exit. “Yeah, he sure likes his card games.” Then he remembered they were wearing no clothes. “Wait! We’re naked!”

The wolf shrugged in indifference. “It’s not like they’ll notice. They didn’t see me walking around the place earlier. And if you remember, some of them are furs as well.”

That was true. But then another thought occurred to him. “Wait!”

Ross spun around, his caring demeanor tinged with a little impatience.

“How did you guess that number back there?”

The wolf winked with a grin. “Lucky guess.” His grip tightened on Nate’s paw, guiding him towards the door. “Now let’s go meet our friend, huh?”

Gabe - Poker

Poker was likely Gabe’s favorite game of all time. There was just something about the type of skill it required that seemed to attract him. And he did believe it required skill. It wasn’t all about luck; refused to let anyone tell him otherwise. It may have been odd that a gym nut such as he would be so enamored with the game, but there it was.

He hadn’t spent the entire night playing poker, of course. There were other things he could be doing with his time – and money, for that matter. He gave the slots a spin, roulette was alright, and most of the other games were fun. Gabe had pretty much been hopping from place to place all night. Ultimately he was losing money, though, so this was going to be his last hurrah before he called it quits for the night.

So now Gabe sat at a poker table getting ready to start the game. He knew that this was a rather risky game to play, but that was part of the charm. While he may not be very outspoken, he still had a rather competitive attitude when it came to any type of contest. And this game, right now, was going to make or break his wallet.

And Tre knew that. He stood just next to the entrance where the slot machines were, having just dealt with Ross. After sending the wolf on his way, he had headed straight to the poker room, knowing that he would find the third member of the trio there. Tre checked the golden watch on his wrist. They were beginning to run low on time. Taking out his phone, the dingo sent a quick text to Ross, advising him to hurry up with Nate, and returned his attention to the table where Gabe sat.

The game was just starting. Tre knew that Gabe really needed to win this game or he could lose a lot of money. Poker was a winner-takes-all type of game, so the risk was already high. Gabe seemed to know that too, if the flash of uncertainty on the dark-skinned hunk’s face was any testament.

Well, that wouldn’t do. Tre moved a bit closer within Gabe’s line of sight, hoping that his flashy clothing would get his attention. It worked, and the man’s eyes flickered over in his direction. Tre fixed him with his signature devious grin and a sly wink.

Following the dingo’s antics, Gabe suddenly felt a strange sense of confidence overwhelm him. It was as if he knew for certain he was going to win this game. He didn’t know how he knew, he just did. But that didn’t make sense; no one knows how a game of poker is going to transpire. He could have sworn even his vision became ever so slightly tinted with gold…

Coming back to his senses, he realized that it was his turn already. Blinking, Gabe looked back at the mysterious dingo standing a few meters behind the table. The canine didn’t seem to notice him; he appeared focused on the cards on the table now rather than Gabe himself. Examining his cards, he found an ace and a queen. On the table now were a king, a jack, and a ten. Grinning to himself, he began the waiting game.

Round after round passed, the piles of chips in the middle of the table growing higher and higher. If Gabe could have dollar signs in his eyes, he would have, because he knew from the start of the game that he was going to win. That newfound confidence was showing through.

Finally, the end of the game arrived, and it was his turn. It was his time to shine. Gabe proudly grabbed all of his remaining chips and placed them forward.

“All in.”

The rest of the players raised their eyebrows in skepticism, and a little fear. An all-in raise was rarely a good thing.

Once the last player had taken his turn, everyone laid down their cards. Gabe’s two cards were the clear winners: a royal flush, the best one could possibly get.

Gabe’s impish grin could not grow wider as all of the chips, about four hundred dollars’ worth, was given to him. He had easily just won back all of the money he had lost and plenty more. As he got up to leave, he caught the dingo’s eye. The canine gave another knowing smirk and beckoned him over with a claw.

Intrigued, Gabe made his way over to him, the dingo waiting for him with a phone in his paw.

Gabe cut right to the chase. “How did you –”

“How did I know you were going to win?” Tre cut him off, sending off another quick text on his phone. “I didn’t. It was luck.”

The young hunk frowned. “That’s not how luck works…”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it doesn’t work that way,” Gabe said, shaking his head. “There’s skill involved, too.”

“Skill is only in the betting part,” Tre countered. “Are you telling me good luck can’t happen? The deck was shuffled after all…”

Gabe thought about that for a moment. It did make sense that it could have just been good luck, but something told him that wasn’t the case. Or at least not the full story. Still, this dingo seemed to have had a hand in his victory, so the least he could do was thank him…

“Well…thanks I guess.”

The dingo stared at him for a moment and shook his head with a sigh. “Come on, you’re not at least gonna press me further? You were doing well until you just gave up.”

Gabe was terribly confused now. “I…what?”

“Where’s your confidence?” Tre inquired. “You’re just way too nice!”

“…Too nice?” Gabe asked. This dingo wasn’t making any sense at all. “How can someone be too nice?”

“You give up far too easily,” the dingo replied. “That’s your problem, isn’t it? You have the potential to be really assertive, but you just can’t bring yourself to do it.” He stepped back and motioned toward Gabe’s person. “I mean, look at yourself! You’ve got the body, now you just need the words!”

Although the dingo had been frighteningly accurate, he was beginning to believe this guy maybe wasn’t in his right mind. “Um…thanks?”

Tre shook his head. This conversation wasn’t going the way he’d hoped. Then, sensing an opportunity, he moved past Gabe and patted him on the shoulder as he passed.

“Follow me.”

“Why?”

“I want to show you something.”

As they moved through the crowded area, Gabe inquired, “Where are we going?”

“My office. In the back.”

His office? Who would have an office here in the – “Wait, you’re the owner?”

“Yup!” The dingo fished in his pocket for a set of keys that jingled as he retracted them. Once they reached the back of the casino, he began unlocking the door, leaning over a bit as he did so. The act accentuated his muscled bubble butt that did a fine job of filling out the white slacks he wore. Gabe was able to appreciate the sight for only a few seconds before Tre got the door open and led him inside.

Gabe examined his surroundings, taking in the rather large size of the room. His desk sat at one half of the rectangular room while it seemed like an entire public bathroom could fit the other half. “Looks nice.”

“I appreciate it,” Tre replied. He closed the door and strode over to sit on the edge of his desk. “So. Confidence.”

Gabe gave a derisive snort. Was this some sort of joke? “What is this, a therapy session?”

The muscle dog shrugged. “Of sorts.”

Gabe shook his head. “Look sir, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t –” He stopped. The dingo had begun to undo his pants. “W-what are you doing?”

Tre unzipped his pants and out flopped an absolute monster of a cock, eight inches flaccid and thick as a beer can. The thing immediately began to harden as he stroked it gently. “Giving you your first lesson in confidence.” The veins on that shaft began to bulge as they filled with blood. “Think you can suck dick?”

Well, this certainly wasn’t what he had in mind. Though Gabe had to admit, he found that sight quite hot. He had never told anyone, but he found big muscular men like himself extremely arousing. Often when he was at the gym, he’d have to hide an erection in the showers with all the ripped naked man walking about. Sometimes he’d even jack off to himself in the mirror, resulting in a sticky mess that he’d have to clean up. So seeing the now foot long rigid cock jutting out from the huge dingo’s crotch was a major turn on for him, unable to hide the growing bulge of his own.

_ _One paw tapped the surface of the desk while the other stroked his cock. Tre grinned mischievously as he felt the air already begin to thicken with his musk. “Something wrong, stud?”

Gabe gulped. The musk in the air was already getting to him, the bulge in his jeans unmistakable.

Tre smirked, and beckoned him with a claw. “Get down here and blow me, you hunk.”

As if guided by an invisible force, Gabe’s legs took him toward the dingo, kneeling down to put him face to face with that huge cock. Am I actually doing this?

_ _ “You ever sucked dick before?”

Gabe glanced up at the dingo’s face, then back down at his cock. He shook his head. “No…I don’t even know if I’m good at it.”

Oh, you’ll be good all right… “Well, how will you know if you don’t take the chance?” The Trickster uttered his signature phrase, eyes gleaming.

The bodybuilder on the floor remained silent, still staring at that cock. Tre gave it one last good pump before letting it jut out freely. “Suck.”

Gabe’s body reacted instantly to the command. One hand reached up to grab the shaft to keep it steady, jaws opening as far as they would go and engulfing the head of the canine’s dick. Tre groaned as he felt the human’s tongue thrash about against his head, trying to figure out how to proceed from there. Because of his sheer girth, Gabe couldn’t get much past the head, but that didn’t matter to the dingo on the receiving end. If anything, it served to tease him further, making him shudder as just the sensitive head of his dick received stimulation. And boy, was it good…

Gabe was beginning to suck properly now, even bobbing his head forward a bit to get another inch into his mouth. Precum leaked copiously from the cum slit, sliding down his throat as he swallowed and pooling in his stomach. The salty substance digested immediately, spreading its nutrients throughout his body and filling him with tingling vitality. He was positively brimming with energy as he bobbed faster, using his tongue to tease the slit, coaxing even more pre from the dingo.

Little did he know, the pre was also having another effect on him.

Underneath his shirt, the smooth contours of his chest and stomach began to grow hair. The initial light dusting of black hairs quickly thickened into a mat of fur that spread outward.

Gabe didn’t notice this until his entire body was covered, and his head began to reshape, hindering his ability to suck. He growled as his lengthening muzzle forced him to pull off for a moment. He waited for his sharp canine teeth to grow in, then returned to the dingo’s cock, seemingly unperturbed by the change.

Tre’s ears perked when he felt the mouth leave his cock and looked down. He noticed the transformation and chuckled inwardly. He had nearly forgotten his cum could do that. His thoughts were derailed as Gabe clamped over his dick again, this time with a wolf’s muzzle. The dingo moaned out loud at the renewed contact. Canine muzzles were the best…

Lips curled over his teeth, Gabe went back at it with renewed vigor. He brought his free paw to the dingo’s balls the rested between his legs. He could swear he heard those melon sized balls gurgling as they produced more and more cum for their release. Gabe began to roll them around in his paw, causing them to gurgle louder as they were fondled. Occasionally, he uncurled his lips to give a small bite to the bulbous cock head in his mouth.

Tre was barely hanging on by a thread. He had taken off his jacket due to the mounting heat in the room. He felt Gabe’s paws rolling his balls and jostling around the cum they stored. The action was bringing him closer and closer to his climax, and the dingo gritted his teeth in a low growl as he struggled to hold on to his seed.

But then the big wolf began gnawing on his cock head, and he lost all control.

Tre let out an earsplitting howl as his cock erupted, spewing a rich torrent of cum down the wolf’s throat. There was nowhere else for the cum to go, so Gabe was forced to swallow most of it while a little escaped around the sides of his mouth. He squeezed and tugged at the dingo bulbous knot, causing his cock to wretch even more.

Once his orgasm finally ebbed, Tre sighed and glanced downward again. The muscular dark-skinned human had been replaced by a just-as-large black wolf. Gabe released his dick and pulled away, coughing a little as some cum got stuck in his throat.

Tre chuckled. “A little too much for you, huh?”

Gabe took a moment to catch his breath. “Uh…yeah.” He felt as if he had just eaten an entire Thanksgiving feast and then some! His stomach full of cum gurgled as it began processing its load.

The Trickster grinned back. “You’ll get used to it.”

The big wolf looked up in alarm. “Huh?” They were going to do it again?! His stomach offered a weak croak in protest.

Tre winked as he heard the door handle rattle before turning. The door opened to reveal Ross and Nate, their fur a little ruffled from their encounter. Nate gawked at the massive dingo on the desk while Ross gave a friendly grin.

“Hey dudes! You might wanna keep it down back here. I think the entire casino heard ya.” Ross noticed the black wolf kneeling in front of the desk. “Damn, bro! You make a nice wolf!” Then he did a double take. “Holy shit, bro, you’re distended! Tre, how much did you put in him?”

Gabe looked at his stomach. It was no wonder he felt so full; he certainly looked full. His stomach and abs bulged outward a few inches from before, easily visible through his tight shirt. He lifted its hem and his eyes boggled. It looked even worse (or better?) completely exposed. The wolf’s middle pushed out into a firm black-furred half-sphere, so stuffed full of dingo spunk it was.

Gabe blushed under his fur while Tre smirked. “I think it looks good on you,” the dingo offered, giving the wolf’s stomach a pat, hearing the cum slosh from the impact. “And we’re only getting started. You’re welcome to join us if you want.”

Ross shook his head. “Nah, we’ll leave ya to it. We’ll just be back here.” His eyes drifted to something behind the desk. “Mind if I borrow your chair?”

“Have at it,” Tre replied. “Have you got the die I let you borrow?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah!”

The d20 was tossed toward Tre, who easily caught it and presented it to the black wolf.

“Roll it.”

Gabe looked up from his stomach to regard the strange golden object. “Why?”

The dingo grinned maliciously. “What, you scared?”

The wolf snarled. “No.”

“Then prove it.” Tre tsk tsked while shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You’ll suck my dick, but you’re too much of a wuss to roll the dice. Shame, a real shame…”

Gabe growled. “Fine!” He snatched the piece from Tre’s paw. But he didn’t roll it. Without even looking at it, he instead slammed it down angrily onto the desk surface.

Tre frowned. “Hey, that’s cheating! You can’t –” Then he noticed what number he had landed on. It was a 20.

He gulped.

Each and every one of Gabe’s muscles began to strain. The wolf panted as they contracted and relaxed repeatedly as if leading their own workout. He could feel a muffled pressure emanating from within, and it got more and more prominent by the second. Before long the pressure mounted, and it spread throughout his body as if trying to push his frame outward.

Tre watched with bated breath as the already large wolf’s frame exploded outward. His arms became netted with popping veins atop swelling biceps now the size of large watermelons. An already bulging set of pectorals bloated even more, becoming dense, hard masses of wolf meat strong enough to crush metal between them. His legs became even more sculpted underneath the fabric of his jeans, his quads desperately fighting its constraints.

RRRRRRRIIIIIPPPPP!!!!

All in one go, Gabe’s thickening frame burst right through his shirt and jeans, the destroyed pieces of fabric lying useless on the floor. The impressive feat revealed the body of a god, finding hard and sculpted muscled at every ridge and curve. His spine stretched, adding a whole foot and a half of height to his frame.

But that wasn’t the only thing that gained height.

His already impressive canine cock stood erect and pulsing in the open air. Gabe shuddered and uttered a soft “fuck!” as his dick shot up another few inches in length. The now foot long shaft raged as it throbbed in the air, leaking tears of pre that rolled down its length.

His rounded gut gurgled loudly and began to recede, the cum inside being digested and redistributed throughout his body, adding another bit of thickness to his frame. Once his middle was trim again, huge tight abdominal rose out from the surface, so thick that they cast dark shadows against each other when they caught the light.

Tre was totally speechless at the sight. What now stood before him was a total monster of a wolf that easily surpassed himself in height and muscle mass. The black wolf stood at least half a foot taller than him and was simply the largest specimen of canine beef he had ever seen.

Gabe relished in his new appearance by raising both arms in a victorious flex while releasing a deafening howl that could be heard from outside the establishment. The sound made Tre’s dick throb; it was as if just the sounds the wolf made were almost enough to make him orgasm!

Gabe finally came down from his high and noticed the dingo staring in awe, one paw on his dick. He grinned malevolently and stomped forward, each thudding footfall able to be felt through the floor. The wolf leaned in toward the dingo, growling lowly. Tre could do nothing but shrink back with his ears pinned backwards. Never before had someone enthralled him so completely!

Gabe grabbed the dingo’s chin and looked him in the eyes, his own glare seeming to penetrate straight to his brain. “Get these clothes off,” he commanded.

The dingo gave an uncharacteristic whimper and scrambled to disrobe himself. He had his dress shirt off in record time, exposing his sculpted chest and abs. The pants took a little more time due to lack of space, but those were discarded as well. The moment the dingo threw aside the last of his clothes, the massive wolf lunged forward.

The two muscular men crashed onto the table, the smaller but still massive of the two pinned on his back. The desktop computer and papers that had sat there were knocked to the side, hitting the floor with a loud crash. Tre paid it no mind, for before he could, the wolf’s lips collided with his and a large slippery tongue pushed itself roughly into his muzzle.

The dingo had lost all control. He cried wildly into the rough kiss, paws aimlessly grasping at the massive body above him and thrusted uncontrollably. His dick ground against the rigid abs that trapped his rod, and he could feel the wolf’s longer member like a pillar of heat beside his own.

Meanwhile, Ross had a perfect view of the scene from where he sat. He was in the borrowed chair across the room, Nate’s vulpine muzzle on his dick. He watched the hot ass of the bigger wolf flex as he ground against the dingo. His eyes lingered on the dark crack between the thick round cheeks. Maybe if he managed to corner Gabe in the showers after a nice hard workout…

Tre was still in a lust-filled frenzy as the wolf’s tongue plugged his muzzle. All he could do was whine over and over again as he thrusted. He felt along the contours of Gabe’s muscular back, but couldn’t reach any more due to his position. It didn’t matter, however, because the hard grinds of both canines and the bulging abs that squeezed his dick were quickly bringing him to the edge.

Whine! Whine! Whine! Whiiiiinne!

Hot cum poured from the dingo’s dick for the second time in a row, cascading over his abs and dripping over his torso. Gabe finally dislodged his tongue from the dingo’s muzzle and grinned toothily down at him.

Tre whimpered as his orgasm ended. His dick was still erect, however, ready for more attention even after just cumming. “F-fuck me…” He begged. Begged!

Gabe gave a knowing grin as he growled out his response. “Oh, I will. But first…” He reached to the side and grabbed the d20 that had somehow survived their activities.

Tre’s eyes widened as he watched Gabe handle the die again. The wolf slammed his paw down like before. When the paw retracted, a 6 was left face up.

Gabe grunted as the veins suddenly bulged and pulsed over his member. The shaft throbbed hard and then began to lengthen even further, creeping along up his abs and stopping just above them. The head of that cock now sat comfortably in between the wolf’s pecs. Gabe noticed this and decided to show off a bit, bouncing those thick masses of beef left and right and effectively jerking himself off with his pecs!

Tre’s mouth watered at the sight. He propped himself up to kiss the head of the cock lightly. Gabe seemed to appreciate the gesture, giving a delighted growl. He locked eyes with the dingo again. “Turn over,” he said. “We’re doing this doggystyle.”

Tre didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself up after Gabe knelt up to give him space and turned on his paws and knees, lifting his tail for the wolf. Gabe clapped both of his paws to the muscled cheeks of the dingo, feeling them up as Tre shuffling a bit in anticipation.

The wolf had to get off the table to do what he did next. He brought his face just inches from the dingo’s musky crack. From this distance, Gabe could easily spot the dark wrinkled hole in between the cheeks. Without a word, he opened his jaws and his tongue lunged straight for its target.

Tre gasped loudly as the wolf’s tongue wriggling inside of him. He hadn’t been expecting him to do that right away, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Gabe seemed to be doing the same thing he had done with the dingo’s muzzle, except now with his ass, and he wasn’t playing for time. His done swirled around, bringing pleasure to his partner, but that was it. He drew back before it could go too far. This was where the real fun began.

Tre tensed as he felt the wolf align his cock at his entrance. He thought back to his original intentions when they had first entered the room. He had been planning on fucking the daylights out of the handsome stud, but it seemed it would be happening the other way around! Tre was snapped out of his thoughts as the wolf’s member began to push into him.

Gabe had to struggle not to just plough into this ass at first contact. The dingo’s ass felt great! The subtle clenching that he was sure Tre was doing on purpose was working wonders as he pushed inch after inch into that hungry hole.

Tre could feel his insides start to shift with every new inch that entered him. There was a growing fullness in his abdomen that he knew was due to the wolf’s cock reaching his stomach. Tre grunted and moaned as every movement on his part caused the dick inside him to put extra pressure on his prostate, sending him into a whole new world of ecstasy.

Before he knew it, Gabe had all eighteen inches of that monster cock inside the dingo. His knot ground against the hole as he leaned forward to whisper huskily in the captive dingo’s ear.

“That’s a foot and a half of big wolf cock inside you,” he growled. The dingo’s ear flicked when the hot air blew across it. “How’s it feel?”

Tre took that moment to glance down at his abdomen. As he suspected, it was distended with the bulge of the wolf’s cockhead. He reached down and pressed against it gently, coaxing another approving grunt from the wolf.

“Unf. Keep doing that. I’m about to take you for a ride,” said Gabe, getting back into position.

The wolf began thrusting again, only this time with increasing speed. His large tool rubbed against the dingo’s prostate with greater force and frequency, keeping him in the throes of lust. He even had his own special rhythm going. In. And out. In, deliberately grind his knot against his hole, out. In, this time a little crooked to provide greater stimulation for the both of them, out.

Tre had to admit, he was impressed. The wolf seemed to have his own way of dominating his prey, and Tre was loving it. Before long, the Gabe was pounding into him full force, the desk creaking beneath their weight. His hips clapped noisily against the dingo’s ass, causing them to jiggle slightly. The bulge in Tre’s stomach periodically vanished and reappeared in time with Gabe’s thrusts. It wouldn’t be long before they both went over the edge.

Tre was the first to go, howling as his cum splattered over the tabletop, his third that night. He shifted his weight down to one forearm, using his free paw to jerk himself off, expelling every last bit of cum he could from his balls. He instinctively clenched hard against the massive pole of meat inside him, causing Gabe to explode as well.

Tre could swear he could feel the thick torrent of cum traveling up the length of the cock before unloading straight into his stomach. Gabe’s orgasmic howl easily drowned out Tre’s groans as his guts were utterly filled. A feeling of warmth spread into his stomach at the same time as it began to distend with cum. His abs vanished behind the football sized bulge that now adorned his middle.

Tre collapsed down onto his side, careful not to disturb his stomach. Afterglow. It was his first that night; before, he had been too caught up in lust to really experience one. He panted from exertion. That had truly been wild. Over in the corner, he heard Ross groaning as he unloaded into Nate’s muzzle. Truth be told, he had rather forgotten they were there.

Gabe fell beside him, taking up the remaining space on the table. With his dick still inside of the dingo’s ass, he was spooning him in the limited space they had.

“Damn,” Tre broke the silence. He took a few moments to catch his breath before adding, “That was wild.”

The black wolf grunted as he shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable. “Yeah.”

Tre felt the wolf shift and realized something was missing. “Wait…you didn’t tie?”

Gabe shook his head, then remembered that the dingo couldn’t see his head. “No. I wanted to save that for round two.”

Tre chuckled. “You’re just insatiable, aren’t you?”

“I blame you.” Gabe noticed the broken mess on the floor that had been the desktop computer. “Fuck, I broke your computer.”

Tre rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t need it after tonight anyway.”

“Well, I see you’ve been having fun.”

All heads turned to the source of the voice. A white furred wolf with golden eyes stood in front of the door. He wore a simple white t-shirt with cargo shorts. How the intruder had entered the room without anyone noticing, no one but Tre knew. They hadn’t even seen him walk in!

“Drake!” Tre grinned knowingly. “I was wondering if you’d stop by!”

The white wolf shrugged. “I noticed you were lagging behind for a while there. So I figured I’d visit you personally to make sure everything was going according to plan.” Drake surveyed the state of the room. “Although it appears you’ve got everything under control.”

Tre frowned. He gripped the edge of the desk and slowly pulled himself off of Gabe dick, ignoring Drake’s obvious displeasure at the sight. Getting to his feet, he regarded Drake with a stern expression. “So. I did it. No rifts, no distortion. Was it good enough for you?”

“Your way of doing things is…passable,” Drake replied. He gestured vaguely to their surroundings. “I must confess my curiosity at your choice of setting, though.”

Tre shrugged. “Keeping things straightforward is boring. I need a little RNG to spice things up.” He motioned toward the other three canines in the room. “And if you haven’t noticed, I enjoy a little bit of RNG.”

Having been listening to the entire conversation from his chair, Ross was confused by this latest comment. But then he thought about it. Ross, Nate, and Gabe? RNG…

Drake sighed. “Knowing you personally, I suppose that’s a good enough reason.” He put a paw on the door handle. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must be going –”

“Now wait a minute!” Tre interrupted, adopting his signature sly grin. “Don’t you want to join us for round two?”

Drake’s golden eyes scanned the room, taking silent inventory of the scene. “Tempting, but no. I have other things I must attend to.”

“Wait!” Ross spoke up, remembering the whole reason they were here. “What about the job?”

“Don’t worry, everything will be explained in due time.” Drake replied. He fixed his golden gaze on Tre. “Come find me when you’re finished.” At Tre’s nod, the wolf went through the door and was gone.

“Who was that?”

Tre shook his head. “You’ll meet him properly very soon. For now, though…” His expression changed from serious to sly, grinning at Gabe who was behind the desk now. “I believe you said something about a round two?”

Gabe grinned mischievously back. “Hell yeah.”

“Wait up,” called Nate, approaching them with Ross not far behind. “Can we join in?”

“Sure. I’m up for a foursome. Though my only condition is…” Tre climbed back on top of the desk. On his paws and knees, his muscled bubble butt stuck out tantalizingly. He fixed Gabe with a glare. “You. Fuck me, and give it your all this time. I could tell you were holding back.”

The black wolf chuckled at the order. “And you call me insatiable. Well, you asked for it.” Gabe turned to move into position, but then he got a devious idea. He found the small golden d20 on the floor next to the desk. He snatched it up and tossed it up and down in a paw.

Tre saw the object in his paw and widened his eyes in disbelief. “Y-you’re going to roll that again?” He was starting to lose his composure again already.

“Hmm,” said Gabe, a claw on his chin in mock contemplation. “That would be fun, but no. What’s even more fun is…” He strode over to Tre’s front and held out the die. “You’re going to roll it.”

There was a moment of silence as everyone processed the proposal.

“Aw, fuck yeah, dude!” Ross exclaimed beaming. “We’ve all had our turn, it’s yours now!”

“Okay, no no no,” Tre shook his head. “That’s supposed to be used for…business purposes only.”

“Yeah, but you’ve done your business already,” Nate said, gesturing around the trio of friends. “You’re off the clock now.”

“Doesn’t matter,” the dingo stated firmly. “I could get in trouble.”

“So? You’ll get grilled for it, and then what?” Gabe smirked. “Besides, how do you know if you don’t take the chance?”

Tre froze. All three of them were standing in front of him with their arms crossed, smug smirks on their muzzles. They had just used his own words against him, and now he had no comeback.

Damnit.

“Fine,” he growled. He glared at Gabe. “But you’re still fucking me.”

Gabe only chuckled and held up the die again. The dingo opened his muzzle wide and he dropped the tiny object onto his tongue, careful not to make him choke on it. Tre closed his mouth, rolled the d20 around with his tongue, and let it fall. The die bounced and skittered on top of the desk before coming to a complete stop. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the number.

20.