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At first, it had been a joke, a fun amusing idea. A little risque sure, but everyone had fun. Someone rolled to seduce a tribe of orcs and John had gone along with it. The panda dungeon master had let his friends roll and when it came up a seventeen he figured that was high enough to win. So he had made up a very short scene on the fly. Of his friends instead of engaging a tribe of orcs in battle, engaging with them in bed. It had not been all that pornographic, but he had spotted at least one tent in his friends pants. Turned out his talents as a storyteller worked in the more lewd matters as well as normal gameplay.

However, that had been so many games nights ago. Now he no longer saw the funny side. Every time they played at least one of his friends tried to seduce the monsters he threw at them. The portly panda had tried asking them to dial it back a little. That had worked for a week or two. Then it started again and he had gone along with it. After all, they were his friends and he wanted them to have fun. John had improvised some more and gave them some magic sexy trinkets as a reward. It had been another mistake.

Their characters kept their magical sexy plunder and proceeded to use them at every opportunity. Leaving John with only one avenue, use all non-sexy monsters. Which was limiting and frustrating, but at least he could get through a game of D and D without having to describe someone or something’s penis.

This week would be a little different. Firstly it was going to be his last game as their dungeon master. The panda had let them all know that from this week onward they would all take turns. They could plan out all their own campaigns and he could enjoy rolling to suck monster dick. John looked forward to having fun while derailing whatever plans that week’s dungeon master had made. Turnabout is fair, and fun, play. Secondly, he had planned a fun campaign and everyone had promised, no rolling to seduce monsters. Well, not exactly promised, more sort of reluctantly agreed or certainly intimated that they had agreed, sort of.

All that was missing was his twenty-sided dice. No, seriously it was missing. Or actually, they were missing. John was a pretty good dungeon master and he had more than a dozen dice. However, as he did his gaming day set up (the day beforehand because this panda cared about getting the details right damn it) he had been utterly unable to find even one of his dice. Well, except for his limited edition dice and they were all still safe in their packaging and were damn well going to stay there, come hell or high water.

Fortunately, Halloween fell on a Saturday and he had enough time to get to a games shop and buy himself a new set of dice. If he was honest with himself he knew that he loved getting a new set. There was something wonderfully fulfilling in using some new dice. The hard plastic being all smooth and unblemished, shining in the light. It was just a tiny part of the joy he had playing with his friends. No matter how much they might torture him with their irreverence for the game, he did love playing with his group.

However, his Saturday morning did not run smoothly. First, his mother had called and asked him to come round to help her with some chores. Being a good and dutiful son he had done so. Ever aware that the shops closed at four and that he had a game to run at six. He made it out at three, only for his car to blow a tire.

“Damn it!” The panda cursed as he finally pulled into the car park. It was ten past four. In his heart, he knew the shop would be closed. He knew the closing times well and the shop owner liked to shut up a little early on Halloween. Because there was always some joker out to deliver a few ‘treats’ usually in egg form. Windows were easy to wash, carpets were far more annoying.

The chunky panda dashed through the streets anyway. Hoping against hope that the shop would still be open. Only to spot the shutters closed from a good twenty meters away and he paused. He knew he could swallow his pride and ask for someone to bring some dice with them. It did not look good though; a dungeon master without his own dice. There were a few stationery shops that he knew of and he hoped that maybe they would have something.

Shop after shop proved fruitless and soon they began to close. In desperation, he tumbled into what looked like a souvenir store. Lots of ornamental nicknacks in the window. It was his last roll of the dice or would have been if he had any dice to roll. The shop was empty, save for rows of shelves filled with a wide range of junk. John felt the fur on the back of his neck stand on end. There was something about the place. The shelves were close together, the dying sunlight filtering through the window gave the place a strange orange glow. Almost warm and yet the air was so chilly that his breath misted as he exhaled.

Glancing around he guessed it was some sort of second-hand store, maybe dealing in antiques. Rows of stuffed toys seemed to stare at him. While worse still he could see an entire shelf of mismatched dolls, arms open wide as if trying to pull him into their ghastly embrace. The chances were there was nothing here that would be used for dungeons and dragons. Though he felt some of the strange objects on the shelves might just belong in actual dungeons.

The panda turned around to leave, only for a friendly and cheerful voice to call out, “hello, anything I can assist you with, poppet?” Spinning around the panda saw a polar bear standing behind the counter. He was sure there had been no-one there. The bear was smartly dressed in a sharp black suit and his face was beaming a broad smile.

“N… no, sorry I don’t think you have what I need,” the panda mumbled a little embarrassed and his hand reached out for the door once more.

“That may be, however, you never know until you ask. Given the time I think I might just be your last option, poppet,” the bear replied and John’s paw froze. “It certainly can’t hurt to be sure, just let me know what you want. No need to be shy…” the bear’s expression suddenly broadened into a lascivious grin. “Unless what you want is something a little bit shall we say exotic? There’s a sex toy shop just…”

“Dice, I need a set of dice!” John blurted out desperate to stop the bear from talking. His face was already aglow with the heat of his blushing embarrassment.

“Oh, is that all?” The bear asked with a little disappointment in his voice.

“Yes, and clearly this isn’t a gaming store so I’m sorry for…”

“I have a small range for you to choose from, just behind the counter. If you want to make your way over, poppet,” the bear cut in smoothly and then bent down beneath the bench. His head popped up quickly, “you want gaming dice or sex dice, cause we have both.”

“Why?” John asked on pure embarrassment fueled instinct and followed it up with a quick, “gaming, twenty-sided.”

“Oh, you're a fan of dungeons and dragons are you?” The bear asked as he pulled a few small boxes out from under the counter. “Must admit I’m a fan of dungeons myself and well dragons can certainly be fun if they are in the right mood. You sure just twenty-sided, I got a nice set of sex dice right here. I do hear that you gamers are all about seducing your way to victory these days.”

John rolled his eyes, “please, don’t start. I honestly just want my friends to hack and slash their way to victory…”

“Oh, but they’d rather suck and fuck?” Chuckled the bear with a look that was far too knowing for John’s tastes.

“Yeah. I mean I’m no prude. I’ve… you know done stuff and I get it, it’s fun and silly…”

“It ruins the flow though, doesn’t it and the story. Somehow slaying the dragon with your mighty weapon is more fun than just humping him. Though it can be messier, dragon blood does not wash out of a cloak, believe me. Dragon cum doesn’t wash out either,” the clerk’s tone was so confident and natural that John found himself relaxing. He relaxed more when he saw the merchandise. Three different sets of dice, they looked professional enough. Well packaged, although they were a brand he had never heard of before.

“Gummi Bear Demon Die?” He asked reading the brand out loud.

“It's a small start-up company, all handcrafted.” The clerk replied with a smile, his thick English accent making it seem much more reasonable. “You know everyone seems to be starting up their own company these days. All artisanal. That’s what this store is about, pretty much everything here is unique.”

Artisanal dice? He’d tried a few of those bought online before and not had the best experience. A die needed to be very carefully balanced to ensure fair rolls. “Can I try them, just to see how they roll?”

“Of course, poppet,” the bear winked. “I always allow a try before you buy, you can try the sex dice too if you want.”

Gulping and looking at his paws to avoid the bear’s green eyes and knowing gaze, “I… just the gaming ones.”

“Ok, no need to look so embarrassed, John, it was just an offer,” the clerk’s words purred softly. “Can’t blame me for trying to upsell just a little.” The bear opened one of the boxes and pulled out a red dice. It seemed to glow but John assumed that was just the translucent plastic reflecting the light.

John held out his paw and the bear dropped the dice into it. It was strangely warm, that warmth could not have come from the clerk’s paw. He had held it for just a few seconds. It did not feel like plastic, it was harder, almost like it had been made from stone or crystal. Which made John a little worried that this last-minute purchase might cost a lot more than he thought. Heavier than his usual dice, but not too heavy and as he held it up to his eye he smiled to see the perfect blemish-free surface. A virgin die, never rolled before and he would be the first.

As he clenched his fingers around it, he felt a soft tingle in his palms. Dismissing it as a mixture of nerves and excitement he started to move his hand. Only for a white paw to suddenly grab his wrist. “One-second poppet, you got to say what you are rolling for, don’t you? What do you desire?”

The panda froze just for a second and feeling slightly odd he replied, “for my friends to have a good time and get what they want.” The vice-like grip on his wrist loosened and the bear gave a broad grin.

“That’s a really nice thought, you’re a sweet guy. I hope your friends deserve you,” with a wave the bear pointed at the counter. “Give her a roll, and let’s see what you get.”

That was a strange way to put it. However, since the moment he had stepped into the store everything had been really strange. So John just shrugged it off. Clearly, the bear was a bit eccentric and working alone in a place like this store John knew he would end up a bit eccentric too. Having those dolls staring at him all day every day, you needed a bit of eccentricity to survive that sort of torture.

With a deft practised flick of his wrist, he rolled and the die flew out of his paw and onto the counter. The last rays of the sun seemed to catch on the white lettering making it almost seem like it glowed as the number twenty showed.

“Oh good roll, poppet. Looks like you got the rolling skills. I won’t ask how you got such a perfect wrist action,” the bear lowered his voice and added. “Though if you wanted to demonstrate it some time you should come hit me up.”

Blushing so hard that he feared he might catch fire, John pretended he did not hear that offer and he rolled the die a few more times. Getting a three, an eight a two, and a twelve. It seemed random enough. No repeat numbers at least. “I’ll take it, how much do I owe you?”

“Ten bucks,” the clerk replied. It surprised John slightly, the fur on the back of his neck was still standing on end and he half expected the clerk to turn around and let him have the dice for free. It was actually comforting to have the clerk demand payment. Clearly, his overly imaginative mind was working overtime.

“That’s cheap, for handcrafted work,” he observed as he pulled a ten out of his wallet.

“Tell your friends, we’re a small local place. Word of mouth is all we can afford when it comes to advertising.” Chuckled the bear as he took the note that John offered. Ringing up the sale on a register and then re-boxed and bagged the dice.

“Thanks, I will. You have a nice day,” John replied feeling slightly silly for his misgivings and feelings.

“You too, poppet and happy Halloween,” the bear’s grin grew just a little as he spoke. John left a moment later, glad to be back outside and on his way. Glancing back he looked at the shop name ‘Nick’s Nacks’ and he shuddered at the god awful pun, then wondered what had possessed him to go inside in the first place.

He did not dwell on that long, as he had a game night to finish preparing for and little time to prep in. Mostly it boiled down to getting the right snacks and drinks and the correct balance. Spicy chips for the human Jack, carrots and dip for a slightly racially offensive and yet always welcome snack for Dave the bunny. Of course, carrots for the rabbit were only one-thousandth as racially insensitive as the bowl of Cheetos he put out for Anthony the Cheetah. However, they were the snacks they wanted and John was a very attentive host.

They had been gaming together for over six years, since finding each other in college. A small group of guys with just two things in common, a love, secret for some and overt for others, of tabletop role-play games. Also, they were all gay. John had actually lost his virginity to Dave. Although it had been more of a friends with benefits arrangement, as the panda found out the morning afterwards.

The fridge was full of chilled beer, and there was a good supply of both rum and coke. Lastly, he had a small selection of whisky, mostly bought for him by his father. The panda had never quite developed a taste for it, or the bravery to admit to his father that he did not like it. Jack and Dave on the other hand were more than willing to take advantage and to take glasses of whisky, especially later in the night.

A knock at the door announced the end of preparation and hopefully the start of the celebration. Or at least the start of the game. The panda rushed to open it and found Dave standing on the other side. The rabbit had a broad smile on his face and a bottle of wine in his hands. Along with a bag of peanut puffs; John’s favourite snack. “Hey Panda man!” The brown rabbit announced, and John was wrapped up in a warm hug quickly.

“Heya, Dave. Come on in and shut the door,” the panda replied as he returned the hug feeling the cold October air biting on his nose.

“Yeah, Jesus it’s getting cold, huh?” The bunny replied, doing as he was asked. His bodyside almost halving as he took his huge coat off. Leaving him in simple jeans and t-shirt. Skinny jeans, the type that John would never in his wildest dreams think of wearing.

“Oh yeah, definitely,” agreed the panda waving his friend through to the gaming table. “I’ve got a fun campaign for you guys…”

“All your games are fun, John,” the rabbit replied with a chuckle. “That’s why we all prefer you to be the DM.”

“Yeah, though like I said…”

“Tonight is your swansong performance,” chuckled the rabbit as he took up his usual seat at the table. Untying his ears and letting them stand up. He tied them back and down for most guys because he was tall before you count the ears and once you added the extra foot it could be intimidating to some guys. “Though, come on. We both know that in a few games time you are going to crack and go right back to DMing. You love all the character and world-building, you’re a creative guy. Plus I don’t think you will be able to take more than one game of Jack going “erm and then the erm orc erm pulled out his erm sword and stabbed you erm for erm six erm…””

“Please stop!” The panda cut in. “that was like five years ago, Jack’s a lot more confident now.”

“A bit, a, like, small bit,” conceded the rabbit.

A knock on the door stopped their conversation. Jack and Anthony usually shared a cab, the human and cheetah lived on the same street. John welcomed them and got everyone a beer to start the night. The group chatted briefly, sharing some updates on their lives. Dave told of a few failed dates and Jack had been rejected for promotion again.

It was John who pulled them around to the game, “right guys, you all ready?” The round of nods confirmed that they were. “Alright, this game starts in the Tavern at St Scrivens where your last quest ended.”

“Is the orc tribe still in town?” Dave asked the bunny flashing a slightly salacious wink at the panda.

“No, they moved on after a few nights…”

“A few nights with a tribe of orcs? My character is going to be so loose He’ll need to find a fucking horse or he’ll not feel it,” snorted Jack getting a raucous round of laughter from the three. John remained silent and took a deep breath.

“It’s been at least two weeks, so you guys are probably able to walk again.” The panda insisted and got a round of sniggers in response. “You are all sitting in the tavern having a mug of ale…”

“Cider, my half-elf only likes sweet things, well when we are talking actual drink,” Anthony cut in and once again John bit his lip.

“You’re all sitting around drinking ale, cider or your character’s beverage of choice.” The panda snorted pointedly and the others chuckled a little but pulled back and let the dungeon master start the weave the story with far fewer introductions. A twelve-year-old princess had been taken prisoner by an evil necromancer and the king had offered a reward to any brave heroes who could save her. They had just three in-game days to do so, for the moon was almost full and the virgin princess was to be sacrificed on the last day of the full moon. John had put the ticking clock element in deliberately, to reduce the chance of someone rolling to seduce as that would take up hours of in-game time… theoretically.

“As you ride through the Forest of the Moon you hear a howl of wolves and then before you appears a beast. His fur black as midnight, his fangs glistening in the moonlight. Eyes yellow that stare with pure anger at the trespassers in his territory. A pack of werewolves…”

“Werewolves on Halloween! How appropriate,” Dave observed drily.

“Jack it’s your turn, what do you do?” John said turning to the human and ignoring the rabbit’s comments.

“I pull out my flute of seduction and cast a love spell on the pack leader,” the human announced getting a chuckle from the other players and a groan from the panda.

“I should never have included that flute,” moaned the panda. Picking up his new dice he was about to roll when an impulse hit him. He was not sure if it was born of frustration but he pushed the die to the human. “You want to fuck the werewolf you bloody roll for it. Got to get at least an eighteen because he’s a pack leader and…”

John did not get to finish as the human grabbed the dice and tossed it quickly. The red die bounced and rolled and landed on nineteen. Groaning again the panda admitted defeat, “on hearing the magic tones of your flute the pack leader falls under your spell. The magic works its way into his brain, heart and other parts…”

“Big throbbing parts,” snorted Anthony the cheetah as he munched on a pawful of Cheetos.

“The wolf barks at his pack ordering them to stay away and then falls on his knees before your half-orc and professes his undying love. He begs you to stay with him in the woods and to let him make sweet love to you.” John grabbed his beer and washed the bad taste of the words away then added. “He’s a wolf, so if you bang him it’s gonna take at least a few hours, cause knotting and then…”

“I tell him that I am on a quest, but if his pack grant us safe passage I will return and do as he asks and so much more,” the human cut in and John breathed a sigh of relief. That scene the human could create himself when he got home and probably was in bed with some tissues handy. Jack always did have a thing for the more furry guys. All of his boyfriends had been anthros.

With the wolves dealt with in record time the trio of heroes adventured on. Passing through the woods and to a bridge where a hulking bugbear blocked their path.

“What’s a bugbear again?” Dave asked munching on carrots.

“It’s sort of like a furry orc. Big brutes, high strength, dexterity and constitution and not so bright.” Anthony explained while John took a quick break to refill the bowl of Cheetos.

“Sounds hot. Ok, so guarding a bridge all day every day alone. He’s probably pretty lonely. I will offer to give him head in exchange for passage oh and say I’ll give him another round when we come back,” John almost dropped the bowl of snacks as he returned to the table to overhear this.

“Really?” the panda asked as he sat down.

“Hey, we are in a hurry and frankly I love giving head. Plus we have just a day and a half left and then we have to defeat a necromancer. The last thing we need to to spend timing fighting and healing.” The rabbit replied with a smirk, his eyes twinkling.

Pushing the red dice over, John replied. “Fine, you roll, given he’s on his own and not too bright just anything over a fifteen. However, I am not going into detail on the cock sucking, you guys can all just imagine Dave giving head to a beast.”

“I don’t have to imagine, I’ve seen his AD twitter,” laughed Anthony, which made the rabbit fume and the human blush.

Dave rolled a seventeen and John gave the briefest of oral scenes he could and the heroes moved on. After fighting their way through some spiders they found themselves entering a cave system. John braced himself for the next encounter as the heroes found themselves in a dragon’s horde. They were surrounded by gold and a golden dragon. “The great Sarkiran rises from his horde, golden coins and goblets tumbling off his golden scales. Enough coin to buy a dozen kingdoms lays before you. However, the huge beast dwarfs you and his eyes narrow as he spies intruders, “who dares disturb my slumber? Infidels! Thieves! I will burn you all to ash and dust!”

“A dragon in a dungeon…” Dave began to state sarcastically.

“No, in a cave,” retorted the panda and then looked over to Anthony and sighed. “Ok, go on it’s your turn and I know what you’re going to do.”

The cheetah put on an innocent smile, slightly ruined by the orange stains around his mouth from his cheesy snack of both choice and namesake. “You think you know me so well, don’t you?”

John said nothing, he just raised his eyebrows a little and shrugged his shoulders. He was pretty sure what was coming. Anthony’s bard had a preference for the more scaled creatures and a magical golden cockring courtesy of himself.

“Alright, you know me.” Admitted the cheetah and then he took a quick sip of his rum and coke. “I step forward and say, “oh great Sarkiran, we are but humble adventurers. We seek not to plunder from you, but passage through to the other side of your domain. In exchange, I humbly offer you this rare trinket. A golden ring, with many valuable gems a worthy addition to your mighty horde, if you will accept it?””

“The great cockring of Ur’huh?” John asked with a sigh. He had created the damn thing, so he had only himself to blame. Anyone who accepted the ring found it magically locked around their cock, and are driven crazy with lust. “Fine, however, since it’s a dragon and they are highly cunning it will take a perfect twenty to win this. Oh, and if you do win, he will transform into an anthro dragon cause of magic and cause I’m not doing feral on anything for anything.”

The panda tossed the die over to Anthony and the cheetah caught it deftly and flicked his wrist. Catching and throwing in one graceful motion. Although the grace of the movement was undercut by the heavy orange stains on his fingers. The red die bounced along the table and rolled to a stop. Only to be greeted by cheers and whoops from the players as the number twenty pointed up in open defiance of the panda’s wishes.

Taking a deep breath John conceded defeat and shrugged his shoulders, “” Ah a worthy gifty” Sarkiran says and holds out his mighty front claw. You drop the huge ring onto it and he clasps it possessively. Only to open his claws with a gasp. He rear’s up in shock and cries, “betrayal! I have been tricked!” As he screams his body begins to shrink until he stands before you a mere eight-foot-tall, with over a foot of throbbing dragon penis. The golden cockring is fastened securely around his fully erect and leaking cock.”

“Wait! He gets a foot long, and I just got a bugbear that has a cock?” Fumed the rabbit.

“It’s not like I said it was a glistening pink rod with the flare and medial ring of a horse. Or that it bobbed tantalisingly before you all, drooling honey-scented precum that ran down its full length. Or that his golden orbs were as large as oranges and that his never-stopping stream of precum dripped slowly off the bottom of them, the fluid splashing onto his horde below.” John knew he was being a bit of an ass to the rabbit, however, he also could see Anthony licking his lips and Jack shifting uncomfortably in his chair. A little mental imagery goes a long way, especially when it came to horny gamers.

“Keep going!” Anthony urged.

“The dragon looks at you smirking, “very well you have bested me you may have passage, but only if you promise to return and help me with this curse you have lain upon me,” John winked at the cheetah, he knew he was teasing him with the potential for some fun but had just power played himself out of having to actually narrate another sex scene.

Anthony and Jack both looked disappointed. While Dave had a big smile of vindication on his face. The cheetah grumped something along the lines of “he’ll be back.” However, the game was able to move on and with the magical cockring out of the picture. Though it would no doubt remain in Anthony’s memory.

“After “adventuring” far, “John put heavy ironic emphasis on the word adventuring. His band had so far fought and killed just one giant spider and the rest of the creatures they had encountered they had seduced. It was going to be a low experience round. Though he had planned for that, the tower would be filled with monsters that couldn’t be seduced or fucked. Mostly zombies and skeletons. Plus the necromancer himself.

However, before they got to the tower it was time for the panda to do something just for himself. “The entrance to the tower lays before you at the far end of a labyrinth with a large sign saying beware of the Minotaur…” he paused as Dave snorted. A dragon with a horde and a labyrinth with a minotaur he certainly had played to stereotype with this campaign. “Hey, if the cliches bother you remember to avoid them when you write your own campaigns.” The Panda retorted and then added. “Before the entrance to the labyrinth stands an old friend.” John pulled out his old character sheet, “Glydor the half-orc, half-elf barbarian.”

“You can’t DM and play…” Jack started to say.

“Seriously!? You guys have fucked your way across like two continents, you have banged everything that is even vaguely bangable and I have let you. I’m bringing my old character back so that he can be in properly next time. However, if it bothers you that much then fine, I will…”

“Hey, no dude. Calm down. It’s just a game and we don't mind. Hell, if you want to bend the rules and relax we’re all down for it right?” Dave cut in quickly and glared at the others until they nodded their assent.

“Ok then,” John said, calming down and feeling a little silly for his rant. The truth was he knew he was just as bad as his friends, given what he had planned. His problem with the never-ending seducing monsters was that he only got to observe and he wanted to get some, or at least for his role-play character to get some. Real-life dating had been slim pickings lately. Just one date in six months and it had ended with a mutual handshake and no second date.

“I greet my friends and ask to join your quest,” John said. "However, before you can respond, a huge hulking black-furred mNoneaur emerges from the labyrinth. It bars your entry, wearing nothing but a loincloth and carrying a giant battle-axe. It glares at you and says, “None shall pass!”” The panda smirks at his friends. “Oh, and it’s my turn. I stand before the minotaur and say, “guarding this entrance must be a lonely job. How about you let me take your mind off your loneliness?”

A deep groan came from the other three, John shrugged his shoulders, “If you can’t beat your horny friends, join them. So I’m gonna roll and anything over say a fifteen…”

“Nope, at least eighteen,” cut in Dave firmly and the rest nodded.

Aware that it would be a bitter irony if after putting high rolling requirements in front of his friends he was to suddenly fail. John picked up his new lucky die, made a quick prayer to the gods of gaming and rolled, “Yes! Nineteen. The minotaur agrees and takes me off to his lair to spend a night, allowing you all safe passage.”

“While he stuffs your passage,” chuckled the rabbit with a shake of his head. “Hell, fair enough, so we all got lucky. Pity, it’s not so easy in the real world. Meet a hot guy and just roll a perfect twenty that he wants to suck your dick or let him suck yours.”

“Ha! At least you’ve had a boyfriend this year,” snorted Anthony. “Best I’ve done is a couple of random hookups off Growlr.”

“Yeah, Artie was nice. Big chunky horse, big chunky cock,” agreed Dave with a wistful smile. “Shame he got a job so far away. What about you two, bang anyone nice lately?”

“Only in my dreams conceded the human,” and then he looked a little flustered. “Besides, I’m not looking for casual.”

“Same here, only in my dreams. Though now I’m thinking of downloading that app,” admitted the panda. “I mean I would like a boyfriend, but right now I just want to get fucked.”

“Well, you know...there’s four of us and that makes two twos,” Anthony suggested waggling his eyebrows.

Dave and John exchanged a glance, “naw!” They both announced in unison.

“Dungeons and Dragons that’s the best kind of fun with friends,” John said, though the words felt slightly hollow to him.

“Guys, we have a necromancer to kill a princess to save and a lot more alcohol to drink. So let’s stop with the pity party and get down to some heavy gaming and medium weight drinking!” Jack announced getting a few nods and chuckles from his friends. More drink was drunk, more snacks were chewed and the group got down to the real meat of the campaign. The necromancer's tower. John had deliberately fed his friends a few lustful encounters and focussed his actual campaign design on the inside of the tower.

After an hour and a half of intense actual gaming, without a single mention of sex, though a few jokes about bones; a common hazard when fighting skeletons. The group of heroes managed to rescue the princess and kill the necromancer. With the warm buzz of alcohol cheering them on they totalled up their exp and with the clock nearing midnight it was finally time for them to leave.

Jack and Anthony were the first to leave. Their taxi arriving a good ten minutes before Dave’s taxi.

In the taxi the human and cheetah talked excitedly about the night and the silly panda dungeon master, “clearly he’s just as horny as the rest of us!” The human, as if they were alone and not sitting a few feet from a complete stranger.

“Well yes, obviously. Poor guy, you know I think he hasn’t gotten any in like a year. You know what I'd do if I hadn’t got any in a year?” The cheetah chuckled.

“Yeah, download a hookup app and find someone just as horny, you already said. “Snorted the human in response.

“Don’t knock it till you tried it,” retorted the slightly annoyed feline.

“Gentlemen, we have arrived,” announced a rather more annoyed driver. The two paid their fare and said their goodbyes before walking to their homes, both a little unsteady on their feet.

The moment he opened the door, Jack knew something felt wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and his nose tingled to a strange smell; roses. It was as if he had scattered potpourri all around. Turning on the lights, he found nothing unusual. His place was just as he left it, slightly messy but that was all. No signs of any intruders.

Shrugging his shoulders he assumed the smell must be coming from outside, maybe from his neighbours. It was a curiosity that could wait until morning to worry about it. Right then his bladder let him know he had other more pressing concerns and he closed the door and dashed upstairs to his toilet. Leaving the bathroom door wide open behind him.

Standing there listing to the splash of his pee hit the bowl and thinking back on the evening’s fun. His thoughts were broken by a soft warm huff of breath on his neck. The human spun around with a gasp, to find the room behind him empty. He also found that spinning around while peeing was not recommended while indoors, for good reason. He had just garden sprinklered his full bladder across the tiled floor.

Grumbling and moaning he turned to finish his pee. Knowing that he would have to clean up his mess before finally climbing into bed. Though he was looking forward to finally getting to bed. He smiled softly, Jack had a date with a horny werewolf and his hand. Taking a step backwards he cursed as he felt his socks grow wet. “Damn it!” He grabbed a hand towel and tossed it down onto the floor and spent a furious minute or two mopping up.

Chucking his rather smelly sock and towel into the sink as a problem for the next morning, he hopped into his shower. A late-night rinse to make himself at least feel clean after that. The human stood under the warm stream sighing with content his eyes half-open. Just for a moment, the light dimmed and he turned suddenly staring out through the fogged-up glass. Once more all he saw was his own home, just as he left it.

However, he could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up again. Some primal instinct saying he was being watched. Looking at the frosted glass window of the bathroom he could see nothing. Dismissing his feelings as nerves caused by Halloween, a night of gaming and one too many glasses of whisky, he got out of the shower and dried himself.

Finally, Jack reached his bedroom and he literally threw himself down onto his bed. Not bothering to pull his blankets over himself. He had other things on his mind than sleep. He reached down and grasped his slightly aroused maleness. In his mind, he saw a huge werewolf, fur as black as midnight. A strong canine body towering over him, huge terrible paws caressing him flanks softly. They kissed, a little clumsily and his hand slid down the furry body, feeling the wonderful warm form. Until he grasped around it’s hard and eager cock.

A warm huff of breath flowed down his neck and a deep lustful moan met his ears. A warm furry body pressed up against his naked and exposed form. Jack’s eyes flew open and he found two glowing yellow eyes staring into his, “you have beautiful eyes.” A soft voice moaned out, as Jack noticed white shape teeth and many of them. All set in a huge muzzle a powerful jaw made for biting and tearing. That warm body he could feel pressed to his was not his imagination running wild. In his hand, he felt something throb and a warm liquid splashed over his stomach.

Gulping and trembling Jack felt panic rising,”w...who..who are you?”

“I am Ernouf, my love,” the wolf whispered as it pressed its huge nose into the nape of his neck and inhaled deeply. Then exhaled slowly and with a loud moan of pleasure. “I have missed you, my love.”

“I didn’t...I’m not,” the human stammered. “Is this a dream?”

The wolf smiled, “it feels like a dream to me, finding one such as you to love. I can’t wait for you to meet my pack. They are going to welcome you…”

“Pack!?” Jack asked wide-eyed.

“You promised you would return to me, to let me make you howl once your quest was over,” as he spoke the wolf ran a huge paw down Jack’s naked chest the warmth and strength were pleasant. However, Jack was far too scared and confused to notice his body reacting to the gentle touch.

“I… but that was just a game,” the human whined softly. His heart was racing and his fight or flight instincts were screaming at him to do something.

“A game? Love? You don’t love me?” the wolf’s voice changed in an instant, a deeply pained whine coming from the beast’s throat. His huge ears flopping down and his eyes suddenly grew watery. “I don’t understand.”

“It… I… well you see,” stammered the human looking for some thread of logic he could follow. Was this really the beast from the game? He bit his own lip and felt the pain and knew that it was no dream. The wolf was real, in his bed and he was still holding it’s fully engorged cock. For a moment his grip loosened and then they refused. His body was refusing to do as he wished. It would not let go.

“What have I done my love? I don’t understand, why do you not love me anymore?” The beast asked each word whined out softly and they speared Jack’s heart with guilt. He could see a beast in pain and he knew he was the cause.

“I… don’t know you yet.” He replied honestly. “I tricked you and I’m sorry…” the human felt himself trembling. He knew he should just let this end. However, there are no rules on how to break a werewolf’s heart. They were the thing of make-believe, fairy stories. They weren’t supposed to wake you in your bed with sweet caresses and beautiful eyes. “However, I think… if we got to know each other a little, I have been looking for someone to love.”

Even in the dark, he could see the wolf’s ears pick up a little, “what do you want to know?”

“Well… I dunno. Where do you come from?” Jack asked, feeling the wolf cock in his hand pulse slightly. Instinctively he clasped tighter around the huge meat.

“Arston, a small farming town. I was a sheepherder when I got bitten by a werewolf while defending my flock,” Ernouf replied and his ears drooped again. “My… my father cast me out. I tried to say that I was still his son, but he told me I was a beast, that I was evil.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack muttered. “When I was eighteen my father walked in on me and my boyfriend. We were just kissing on my bed. However, he said no son of his was going to be a sodomite. He… well he didn't cast me out. However, he never looked at me as his son again.” Jack sighed softly. “I moved out as soon as I could, found a few friends to share a place with. Then when I got a job I got my own place. I haven’t spoken to my dad since the day I moved out. “Don’t forget your faggot posters.” That’s the last thing my father ever said to me.”

“"Come back and I will cut your head off", were my father’s last words to me,” Ernouf replied with a snort.

“Ok, you win,” conceded the human.

“There are no winners, but what happened to your boyfriend? Do I have competition?” The wolf asked flashing a smile that Jack could not help but find endearing.

“We broke up when I moved out. He’s with someone else and I don't care…”

“Liar,” observed the wolf.

Jack shrugged his shoulders, “it sucks he’s all happy and I am alone.”

“You are not alone right now,” observed Ernouf. “Not while I’m here.”

“How are you here? I mean… werewolves don’t exist. None of this makes sense,” the human asked his fears all but gone. It was hard to fear a wolf who was whimpering over losing his family.

“I have no idea, I was in the forests with my pack and now I’m here, with you,” the wolf replied shrugging. “I do not wonder the whys when I see my love naked before me. His hand grasped around my cock, I only have one thought on my mind.” Jack blushed as he felt the cock in his hand throbbing. “I can’t help but notice, you never let go. Why is that?”

The human blushed deeper, “I guess… I worry that if I let you go then whatever this is, hallucination, dream or...whatever will end and fade away.”

Ernouf smile broadened as he leant over the human. The light from his window being blocked out until all Jack could see was the glowing yellow eyes. “So you don’t want me to leave?” He asked, his voice getting deeper and the warmth of his breath flowing over Jack’s face.

“If this is a hallucination or… I dunno a wish come true. Technically it would be my wish or dream or whatever.” The human squirmed in the bed a little as he knew he had to say more. “Which would make you my dream bo...wolf.”

A soft chuckle came from above and then he felt Ernouf’s broad nose pressing to his neck and inhaling deeply, “you don’t smell like a dream to me. Maybe I should see if you taste like one.”

“T..taste?” Jack moaned and shuddered; he knew that the wolf was not talking about devouring him. Then he gasped as a broad and strong tongue lapped slowly up his neck. His skin tingled and he groaned deeply at the touch. Jack's hand clasped around the wolf’s cock and he stroked it unconsciously. While his own cock was becoming rapidly engorged as his body fought his mind. Logic fought against lust and lust was winning.

“Mmm you taste real enough to me,” the wolf whispered into his ear and he felt his cock throb to those words.

“I… I ...maybe I could… taste you… too,” the human stammered. That cock in his hand throbbing hard again, his fingers were suddenly dripping with werewolf precum.

A soft rumbling laugh came from the wolf who rolled back and put his huge paws behind his head. His cock almost being pulled from Jack's hand, only he struggled and stretched to prevent the meat from pulling away. “You may taste any part of me you wish, my love.” Jack blushed heavily at those words, the wolf clearly knew exactly what part he wanted to taste.

His heart was pounding heavily, was he really going to do this? Suck a werewolf cock? However, his lust argued back. Could he really be going to not do this? All his mundane life he had dreamed and wished for something fantastic, someone fantastic. Now one was laying beside him, inviting Jack to taste him. Was he really going to just get up and walk away from this?

Jack knew the answer and as nervous and worried as he was. He knew he could not go back or back away from this. Slowly he rolled onto his side, finding himself face to armpit with the wolf, he could not help but inhale the wolf’s earthy and musky scent. Pine scented forest, and with a strong hint of rose. His hand touched something strange on the bed. While his face held just a few inches from the musky handsome male he picked up the odd object. A rose petal. Suddenly he realised the entire bed had been covered in them. He was very certain they had not been there when he lay down, however, neither had the giant wolf.

Compared to the giant werewolf it was a tiny unimportant mystery. The cock in his hand throbbed harder as if reminding him that he had something to taste. Moving slowly he slid down lower. His eyes catching sight of the red length he had been holding for a good few minutes. Jack gulped, his mouth feeling oddly dry as he moved closer. The werewolf's musky scent getting stronger with each inch he moved.

The tingling feeling on the back of his neck reminded him he was being watched. Glancing up he could see those glowing yellow eyes transfixed on him as the wolf lay still and prostrate before him. His hand began to move slowly stroking up and down the length, both heavily slick with precum. The moonlight that streamed in through the window making the dark red length glisten and shimmer in the light.

Jack took a deep breath of heavily musky air and then he opened his mouth. He closed his eyes, half expecting to close his lips and find that the whole ordeal had been some insanely vivid dream. However, his lips sealed around a musky earthy length that pulsed against them. There was no longer any doubt, dream cock does not feel or taste like the one between his lips. Soft and hard, musky, earthy and yet with a hint of sweetness and salt. He gulped heavily and as Ernouf moaned in pleasure he pressed his face down, pressing that length right to the back of his throat.

Moaning loudly with delight Jack let logic and reason fly out of the window and he embraced his lustful urges completely. Opening his eyes to watch the glistening length as it pulled from his lips. A warm stream hit the back of his throat as the cock throbbed between his lips feeding him more precum. Utterly lost to his lust and intoxicated by the werewolf’s musk he drove his head down hard and fast. Bobbing quickly and suddenly eager to milk that wonderful spearlike cock dry.

Ernouf’s moans of pleasure filled the room, “oh fuck yes! Someone likes the taste of wolf huh?”

Pulling off the cock, letting it fall from his hungry lips, Jack panted, “yes, oh god yes.” However, the hunger and lust in his mind only allowed him the briefest of moments to reply, before he dove back down, sucking and slurping hungrily on the wolf’s thick and throbbing cock. Strong paws grasped his body and he felt himself being lifted. Ernouf was moving his lower half until he lay completely over the wolf. His own cock hard and buried in the wolf’s furry chest.

“Time for me to taste you some more,” Ernouf growled. Jack’s cries of pleasure were muffled by the thick wolf meat in his mouth as a broad and strong tongue lapped up his musky crease. He was suddenly very glad he had showered as that tongue found his puckered entrance. Jack whimpered with lust as that tongue swirled around and teased his entrance and he found himself pressing his ass back ever eager for more.

With growing roughness, the tongue swirled, then pushed and suddenly Jack felt his tight ring stretching open. He squeals of pleasure still muffled by the thick wolf meat his mouth could not let go of. Jack bobbed faster and faster. While that tongue swirled and dug its way deeper into his eager human ass. Bucking backwards against the wolf’s muzzle trying to get that tongue deeper.

Stroking the base of the werewolf’s cock with his fingers he milked and squeezed the knot as it started to form. Jack had had a canine lover or two and he had been tied on many occasions. Feeling the huge lump of muscle he knew it would stretch him far wider than anything had ever done. Yet as he felt the werewolf’s tongue inside him stirring feelings and desires, Jack knew he was going to end up speared on the length in his mouth. Not because the werewolf would demand it, but because Jack would.

Beneath him, he could feel Ernouf trembling slightly. His hips starting to buck just a little. As if the werewolf was desperate to fuck his face but was holding himself back. That just drove the lusts of the human more, such a savage beast restraining itself to protect him. He sucked harder, his head bobbing faster and faster, squeezing the thick meat with his lips each time. Jet after jet of precum was swallowed. His own cock leaking pre onto the werewolf’s chest as Ernouf continued to feast on his ass, his tongue growing wild. He could feel every moan of pleasure from the wolf vibrating through his ass.

Suddenly the tongue was pulled from his ass and the room filled with a desperate howl of pleasure. While between his lips the cock throbbed and thick musky streams of werewolf jizz flooded his mouth. Gulping desperately he swallowed the first few jets, only he could not keep up with the pace the white seed escaping his lips and running down the thick shaft. A warm feeling began to spread through his stomach and then his brain.

He pulled off the spurting length, several jets of spunk landing over his face and in his hair. While he lay there panting heavily. However, he could not sit still. His rump felt empty and his cock was twitching. Jack's own lusts were burning his mind. Sitting up he swung his legs over the werewolf, turning around so that he straddled Ernouf’s stomach and was looking at his face. The howling had stopped and the wolf was looking up with him, his eyes blazing and somehow Jack knew the lustful wolf was ready and eager for more.

Without a word, he slid backwards until he felt the cum-coated cock hotdogging between his buttocks. His head felt dizzy and there was a strange buzz in his ears. Jack’s entire body was on fire he looked down, on the darkness he could see nothing wrong. At least nothing beyond the very fact that his lover existed. He felt full of energy in a way he had never felt before.

Reaching behind himself, Jack grasped the fully erect werewolf cock. His need growing by the second he lifted his hips up and guided that spearlike tip right to his pucker. Normally he would want his lover to work himself in slowly, letting him adjust. Yet in his confused state, he thrust his hips down hard. Crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the wolf cock was driven deep inside him. Until he felt his entrance kissing against the beast’s huge knot.

Ignoring the pain, Jack snarled like an animal bucking his hips faster. The buzzing in his mind growing, his entire body aflame with lust. His nose began to itch, yet he could not take his hands off the wolf’s chest. Jack was desperately bucking and impaling himself over and over on that thick length. He cried out in lust as Ernouf’s paw grasped around his cock. In his mind, he thought there was something strange about his own cries. However, he was far too lost to his lust to question anything.

The burning at the base of his spine he assumed was due to the thick wolf cock stretching his tail hole far beyond where any lover had stretched him. With each buck down he forced his ass up against that knot, moaning and panting, drooling like an animal in heat as he rode this beast, like a beast. His hands grasped tighter on Ernouf’s chest and he heard the wolf gasp in pain as if the human’s tiny hands could ever hurt such a hulking beast.

With each passing moment Jack's passion grew, and his burning need. He pushed down with all his might, feeling himself stretching on the knot over and over. Soon he had almost half of the huge lump being forced inside him. Ernouf’s other paw grasped on his hips and the beast began to thrust up into him, clearly giving in to its own animal instincts. The two bucked and writhed lost to pure animalistic bliss of the carnal moment.

Their cries of pleasure, grunts and snarls filled the room. The wolf’s smell had grown so much stronger, every lungful of air Jack was chocking on wolf musk and yet inhaling more hungrily. The scent fueling his burning needs and desires. The warmth of the room growing and he could feel his hair soaking with sweat. His ass mashed down harder and harder, while he batted Ernouf’s paw away from his cock. “Not until you’re fully inside!” He roared and once more it felt wrong, talking felt different. The words were harder to form as if his tongue was swollen in his mouth.

What the human could not see in the dark was his own muzzle forming, the fur spreading rapidly over his body. The desires and needs in his mind no longer those of his human self they were the blending of man and animal. With each passing moment, his humanity vanished and though he did not know it only the werewolf he was becoming remained. His growing strength allowed him to push down harder than ever.

That massive knot rammed into his depths over and over, each time squeezing just a little bit deeper. Until with a howl, a pure full-throated animal howl of bliss he felt it slide inside him. Ernouf’s voice lifted up to join him. Both wolves howling as the black wolf fucked his seed up into the grey wolf his lover had become.

Jack felt his cock throbbing and he watched as streams of his seed flew out over his werewolf lover. He had never cum so much and yet he could not stop. His head was tilted back and he was howling. It was pure animalistic instinct that drove him and the two continued to rutt for longer than Jack could ever remember with any lover. Until utterly spent and exhausted he fell forward into the waiting arms of his werewolf lover. His own seed soaking his fur.

“Come with me, my love, our pack awaits,” Ernouf whispered into his ears.

“Yes,” was all he could think to reply. Suddenly the bedroom was empty, no Jack, no Ernouf. All that remained as evidence that they had been there were a few of the rose petals the besotted werewolf had scattered over the bed, mashed and crushed by the two mating on them.

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