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Alex sits in his bed. Johnny gets up from his own and sits next to him. "At least we won yesterday," Alex sighs.

"Yes," Johnny says, "but now we're down another two allies and there's nothing we can do about that. Looks like it's you and me against the rest of the house." The odds aren't looking good for us right now, he thinks to himself. He cuddles up to his brother, feeling as if he's the only person in the world other than himself.

The door knocks. "Come in!" Alex says. Blake comes in the room with an orange envelope in his paw. "What's up?"

"Everyone needs to go to the living room," Blake says a little out of breath as if he just ran. Johnny about to tell him not now when he says, "it's about the couple's twist." That got the wolves' attention. They get up and follow Blake into the living room, where everyone else sits down on the couches.

Joe looks nervous. If this is about the twist, him and Boomer could be in deep trouble if they aren't careful. Walter just looks slightly annoyed, wanting whatever this is to just be over with. Blake stands up in front of the group and rereads the message to everyone. "Attention contestants, Congratulations on making it to the halfway mark in the competition. Only 6 weeks left until the finale when one person walks home a million dollars richer. Throughout this game, you've played as couples. After the next elimination, the couple's twist will officially end and everyone will play as solos." The news shocks them, but Blake continues. "However, there's another twist. Out of the 12 who have been voted out or eliminated so far, one of them..." Walter's ears perk up despite not caring. Alex, on the other hand, only thought about Sandy when he heard the eliminated contestants. What Blake said next shocked them all. "... will be coming back."

Immediately, the group fires out questions left and right. Someone's returning? Who? How? What will that mean? Can they still win the million. Joe speaks out above the rest. "How will this be decided?"

"The viewers will vote for one contestant to come back," Blake answers. "The person with the most votes will return for the competition and will become eligible to win the million dollars." With that, Blake ends the discussion. Everyone scrambles around, along with their minds. Someone coming back; that hasn't happened at all in this game. What kind of twists was Toner trying to put them through?

Joe and Boomer go into the kitchen by themselves. Joe's mind is already going a million miles a minute. "On one hand, whoever comes back will be by themselves and will want an ally."

"But you're forgetting that he'll be walking into a house full of people who are already paired up," Boomer points out. "Whoever it is will be the prime target for sure."

"Good point." Joe rests his head in his paws on the table, which still houses the huge crack that Alex put in it a few weeks back. "If someone does come back, I hope it's James or Monroe. Those two were our allies for a week and then they got eliminated."

"I know." Boomer rubs his partner's back some.

Back in the bedrooms, Alex is pacing around as Johnny sits on the bed. "Will you stop pacing? You're scaring me," Johnny says.

"I know. But what if Sandy came back?" Alex asks. "If he does, it's going to be super awesome. We'd be a comeback force, dude! An ever growing alliance bound for the Final Three!"

"Did you not hear Blake?" Johnny asks. "One more couple will be voted off before that happens. Even if Sandy comes back, there's still a chance that we'll be walking out the door this week."

"Don't say that!" Alex shouts a little louder than he meant to. "We just need to survive a few more days. If we do, Sandy'll come back and then we're no longer alone in this game."

***

"I don't care who it is. All I want to do is send them back home," Walter rants.

"I know you're upset about this honey, but we still need to get through the next vote together," Roger purrs. The two sit alone in their bedroom. They're still sharing with their allies, but to Walter, they're just annoying people in his way of getting the money. "Besides, only one person wins this game."

"I'm aware. I just hope that it's us." The tiger sighs and leans over, giving his husband a warm kiss. "Only 5 more weeks."

"I know! It's so exciting yet nerve-racking. I mean, who knows how this whole thing will end?"

"Hopefully us at the finale."

In the kitchen, Blake, Scott, and Joe sit in the kitchen with three full plates of pie. Boomer stands on the sidelines with a stopwatch in paw. "Ok," the polar bear says, "the rules of the eating contest are simple: do not use your paws, no licking some off your muzzle, and the first one to empty their plate gets to have the rest of the cake. Got it?"

"Yes," the three participants say.

"Alrighty then. On your marks." Blake, Scott, and Joe pin their paws behind their backs. "Get set." They open their muzzles. "Eat!" Boomer hits start as the others dive right in.

Joe is immediately hit with a blueberry taste with the crunch of the crust. The chubby tiger known as Blake can tell his is strawberry flavored. As for Scott, his muzzle is filled with the sweet taste of mangoey goodness. The rules were no licking their muzzle, but they are allowed to lick the pan.

After a minute, Boomer takes a look at each one of their progresses. "Looks like Blake takes the lead, yet Joe's hot on the kitten's tail! No pun intended."

"Good luck, Joe," the tiger says. "But just to warn you, I'm an eating machine!"

"We'll see about that!" the fox/skunk retorts. For another minute, those two remain neck and neck. Scott, at this point, has given up on trying to win as he's a savory eater.

"It looks like it's going to be a close one between the trash-talking fox and the big-time tiger." Boomer keeps track of the time as they get down to their final bites.

What happens next is unexpected. Blake takes the pan in paws and shoves the rest of the pie in his face, getting every bite he can into his muzzle, satisfying his hunger (for now). "Done!" Joe exclaims. He looks over and sees his fellow competitor already finished. "Hey! You used your paws!"

"I couldn't help it," Blake blushes. "I like pie very much." He continues to disregard the rules by licking the pan completely clean. When he's done, he sets it down and hops onto the counter. "Oh my! That was good. But not I could really use a belly rub."

After Scott finishes his, he stands before his friend and begins to run his paw all over his friend's soft stomach. "Does this feel better?" he asks.

"Very much," Blake purrs. He lies down on the counter while Joe and Boomer head into the living room for some time by themselves.

Scott continues to play with Blake's gut. His fingers grabbing a pawful of his flab and watches in awe as it bounces around, rippling through his fat like someone dropped a pebble in the ocean. His sneaky paws then travel up Blake's body to his soft moobs, pinching them and squeezing them. "My, you're so soft," Scott admires.

The tiger smiles and purrs louder. "Yeah? Wanna describe to me how it looks and feels?" he asks.

"Hmm... I'm not sure. I'm not the best as description."

"Please? For me? Anything that comes to your mind. Anything at all." Blake relaxes on the counter with his legs spread slightly and his arms nearly resting on his side.

Scott momentarily takes his fingers off his friend. "From this angle, you look like an oversized, fluffy marshmallow with adorable yellow and black stripes. Your stomach is larger than a boulder and it seems to move around from the slightest touch like a bowl of jelly." The fox slowly rubs his fingertips up Blake's sides until they wrap around his arms. "Your chest is like cantaloupes made of pudding, and it's so cute the way your arms come to rest on them to a point where your paws don't touch your sides."

"Mmmm, yes honey. Like that," Blake moans.

Scott kneels down onto the floor where he then admires his friend's legs. "Looks like your legs are basically swimming noodles overstuffed with lard; so much lard that your thighs rub a lot when you walk." His fingers trail up the tiger's right leg, enjoying watching him shiver and squirm the closer he gets to his sheath. "But what's in between your legs is something I definitely want..."

When Scott's paw runs over Blake's sheath, it immediately starts to swell. Blake pants and moans, the tingling sensation causing his erotic blood flow into his cock. His sheath swells more and his tip slips out. Scott takes advantage and suckles on the tiger's tip as it grows in his muzzle. Blake humps slightly, moans growing louder and pleasurable feelings swirling his mind.

When it's full grown, Scott takes it in his paw and strokes it slowly with his claws gently running over the foreskin. Blake lets out a long moan. "Yes," he cries. "Ohhhh Scott. Please!"

The sneaky fox's strokes become more frequent underneath his squirming friend. "You like this, kitty cat?" he asks. Blake nods and whimpers; his breathing increasing and sweat starting to form on his forehead.

Scott runs his wet tongue all over Blake's hard shaft as he paws him off. The tiger can feel something moving in his reproductive system as he continues to submit to his friend's fingers. "Oh goodness, I need release," Blake moans. "Please, Scotty. Please!"

"Hush, honey. You're going to get it." He breathes heavily on his tiger, the sudden warmth making him shiver and shudder more. Scott presses his wet nose all over Blake's balls. Suddenly, the clear and salty taste of precum juices from the tiger's tip. "See? Now come on, baby. You can do it. Cum for me."

Scott leaves his muzzle open, his fingers working on Blake faster as his taste buds were excited for his friend's seed. "Oh my!" Blake pants heavier, his load almost there. He jerks his hips forward in timing with the fox's fingers. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!"

One final thrust and he growls loud as he feels his release. His load blows all over the inside of Scott's muzzle, filling it with thick, sticky tiger cum.

Blake collapses on the counter. Scott swallows what he's given and licks his lips clean. "Tasty," he says before he giggles. "Now how about you and I go cuddle on the couch before you slip into a nap."

The tiger nods and with the help of his friend, gets up and walks out of the kitchen with him.

***

Alex, feeling full from earlier, stands in the pool (and just like everyone else, he's doing so naked). With him is Boomer and Joe. His brother, Johnny is inside catching another nap from overeating. To the big wolf, he doesn't think any of the bear and hybrid. In fact, they're just fellow pool swimmers at the moment.

Joe, however, keeps the gears in his head turning. He's in the bottom eight. If he survives this next vote, he'll be in the Final Seven; a fourteen percent chance of winning a million dollars. The last time he was on a reality show, he came in 15th. The last thing he wants is to get on the block to be eliminated now. Blake & Scott are completely cool with him. With Walter, though, it might take a while to get him on board with anything. Alex, on the other hand, seems rather chill despite being a major target to some of the others in the house.

But, he's thinking that is he can get the brothers on his side, there's a good backup vote in case he needs one. The downside is that he'll be lying to the whole house as he'd have everyone wrapped around his finger.

"So, it's finally cooled down some," Alex takes notice of.

Joe lifts his sunglasses. "Yeah. It has. Normally it's around ninety degrees, but it seems like it's not even eighty outside. Probably an increase in winds or something."

Boomer yawns. "I'm gonna go head inside for a little while. Want to come join, Joe?"

"Nah. I'll stay outside for a little while longer. It's rare to catch these kinds of temperatures." Joe leans back against the pool rim and closes his eyes. Boomer gives him a kiss on the cheek before climbing out of the water, wrapping himself in a towel, and heading inside.

When he's sure that the polar bear is out of earshot, he sighs and decides to talk to Alex about a possible agreement. "Hey, Alex?"

"Hmm?" the wolf perks his ears up.

"I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure. What is it?" Alex takes off his glasses and props himself up so he's sitting on the side of the pool with his legs dipped in the water.

Joe walks up to him slowly but stops a reasonable distance to show he just wants to talk. "Ok. So, this week I was thinking you and I could strike a bargain. After all, I know how hard it must've been after Sandy left the house a couple weeks ago." Alex pins his ears down at the mention of that name, but continues to listen.

"If you and Johnny promise to have our backs this week at the vote, then me and Boomer will have yours. That way, there's an increased change the four of us can stay this week." Deep down, Joe's intentions are not to get rid of Blake or Scott. He really wants to see Walter walk out the door as the man has started to threaten him a little and he wants to be the one to strike first.

Alex leans forward, but only a little as his oversized belly doesn't allow much room to move. "What exactly are you proposing?" Alex asks.

"I'm suggesting that the four of us have a temporary alliance until the duos dissolve and we're on our own. Because I'm assuming that after that, you'll stick with Johnny more than ever."

Alex doesn't know the drawbacks of aligning himself with Joe. Sure, the kid is smart and from the way he's telling the story, the house vote could flip as a result of one vote. With this in mind, it would be nice to get to send another pair home that wasn't himself. And maybe they can stick together after the vote. If the returning player happens to be Sandy, then it'll be great as the house will be against Blake and Scott next week, This could be a turning point in the game for Alex & Johnny.

Rolling the dice and taking bets, Alex reaches a paw out and says, "You've got a deal, kid."

From the kitchen window, Walter watches as the two canines shake paws. "Hmm... it seems that Joseph is making alliances behind our back," he notes.

Roger sits at the kitchen counter eating some cooked spaghetti covered in cheese. "It's probably nothing," the pink cat says. "Maybe he's worried about him game going corrupt. Besides, it's likely that he'd be going against the bro-dudes instead of us." As he takes a big bite of noodles, Walter slowly creeps up behind him and rubs his shoulders as he eats.

The purple tiger leans in close and licks his husband's ears. "I'm just worried about us, honey. We worked so hard coming seven weeks into this game. I don't want it to be ruined by a skunk who thinks he can get away with double-crossing us."

Roger then says, "I understand you're panicking. But, I don't want you making accusations until you hear the full story. Maybe Joe wants to target whoever comes back into the house next week. It could be anyone!" Roger isn't sure who he wants to see in the house again. Maybe Anthony & Tom since they didn't really get any time to get to know them a little better.

Walter, though, doesn't want anyone to return. But if he had to pick someone, it might as well be Daniel or Chris because they didn't do anything but fuck each other and that's what caused them to be eliminated so early.

Either way, this next vote will be the most nerve-racking one yet.

***

The remaining eight contestants sit on the couch, waiting for Toner to appear. Joe looks around all everyone to see if he's on their good sides (everyone except Walter's, apparently). Scott cuddles up to Blake and kisses him on the nose. Alex nods to Johnny, who gets the secret signal. The brothers talked it over about teaming up with the bear and skunk.

The TV in the living room goes static before Toner appears onscreen. "Hello, everyone!"

"Hi, Toner!" the house greets.

"Well, as you are all aware, someone is going to be coming back next week. Not only that, but we seem to have one last vote before the couples twist officially ends and the game turns individual. However, before we get to all that, I have a few questions for some of you. First off, Alex, you seem to be doing ok without Sandy here. How're you holding up?"

The big wolf blushes, his cheeks glowing bright red. "Toner, I think that I'm doing ok for right now. I mean, I'm still in the game and if I play my cards right, then might just stay another week."

Toner yawns. "Sorry. It's just the romance part of the show bores me a little. Anyways, good luck in the vote. Let's see, who's next... Joe!" The skunk shrinks back in his seat. "I saw you won a pie-eating contest this week."

"I would've won if it weren't for my lack of self-control!" Blake chimes in.

Joe rolls his eyes but smiles as he answers, "Well, Toner, it's coming to a point where there's less people and therefore less stuff to do around here. Boomer came up with the idea of an eating contest to see which of the three of us can eat the fasts."

"The no-paws rule was just something I came up with," Boomer adds.

"Interesting," Toner says. "Speaking of the contest, I believe it's time for this week's weigh-in." The contestants groan. "Whine all you want; it's all part of the show people. Roger, you're going first."

Roger hops off the couch and walks into the hallway where the scale sits in its usual place. He steps on the scale and the numbers read 551 pounds, a gain of only one pound compared to last week. "Darn," he mutters.

As Walter passes by to take his turn, the two quickly kiss. The tiger steps on the scale. 561, a gain of five pounds. "Awesome," he says.

+8 pounds: Johnny

+7 pounds: Boomer

+3 pounds: Alex, Joe

+1 pound: Scott

-2 pounds: Blake

Toner reappears and clears his throat. "Ok. I have the results of the weigh-in. I never expected these results at all, but this week's winning pair are... the brothers." Alex & Johnny gasp and cheer. The other three teams panic as it means they're officially on the chopping block. "With that out of the way, it's time to announce who's marked for elimination."

Walter glares at the other two pairs, but secretly knows he's doomed. There's only a one in three chance he'll be safe and he doesn't like those odds. "So, without further ado, this weeks nominated pairs are..." Toner teases the housemates by making them sit on the edge of their seats with their hearts pounding harder than ever before. Roger grabs Walter's paw and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Joe looks to Alex, who in turn winks at him. "... Blake & Scott and Roger & Walter."

"What?!" the four shout. This leaves Boomer & Joe off the hook, making them relieved.

Toner continues. "That's right. Bro dudes and the spouses are nominated. This leaves the brothers and the dating couple to decide which pair walks out the door. You know how the voting works. This week, eating a 1 cake is a vote for the bro dudes to leave. Eating the 2 cake means goodbye Walter & Roger. Brothers, you're up first."

Alex & Johnny get up and walks into the kitchen. "Ok, before we vote, which one will cause less trouble for us in the long-run?" Alex asks.

"Well," Johnny starts, "From the way you're talking about things, it seems that Joe wants the spouses out of here. However, I don't want to just do whatever he wants."

"Yeah but I don't want to see Blake & Scott leave. They're cool dudes."

"True..." And thus, they decided to dig into the 2 cake.

***

"This vote is the easiest one yet," Joe says.

"Agreed," Boomer says. They take a slice of 2 cake and they feed it to each other real quick.

***

Once both votes are casted, Toner reappears on the TV. "Well, I'm not surprised from the vote. By a unanimous two-to-zero vote, I'm ecstatic to announce that tonight's loser is none other than..." Walter lets a growl build in his throat. Blake leans over and gives Scott a kiss on the nose. "... Roger & Walter. Sayonara, suckers!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Walter yells. The other seven cover their fragile ears.

Roger quickly grabs his husband's paw and tugs up to his feet. "I think that this will be good for him," he says. "It's clear that this competition made him stressed out some. Bye guys!" The cat drags a growling Walter out the door.

"Hold on, I've got things to say first," the tiger stops and holds his place. He turns to the rest of the housemates and says, "Joe is not to be trusted. He's been playing all of you to get himself further in the game. You want to win the million? Get rid of Joe."

With that, they walk out the door, leaving six left in the house eligible for the million dollars.

***

Walter & Roger walk down the steps of the house where they walk across the lawn up to Toner. The red dog holds a paw out and shakes Roger's paw (Walter growls when he tries to with him). "It's good to meet you guys. Take a seat." Toner sits down in his chair like the other two. "Ok, gentlemen, let's get down to business. During the seven weeks in the house, you've managed to stay solitary except for the last two weeks. Do you think joining an alliance led to your downfall?"

"Absolutely," Walter snaps. "Joe's the only reason I'm in this mess which is why the others in the house need to do something about him."

Roger waits for a moment to speak. When he's given one, he does so. "I think that our involvement in the alliance didn't hurt us, per se; it's the fact that we didn't try harder to be more social in the game. I feel like that may have been the difference between us winning and us losing."

"Boys, there has been wild speculation as for who will re-enter the game," Toner explains. "Since you two are voted out this week, you will not be getting back in, but out of everyone else, who do you think the viewers will vote for to come back?"

Both of them think for a moment. Walter would normally say he doesn't care, but that doesn't matter now that he's out of the house. "I guess I'd have to say Anthony might return. He was very popular last season and most people wanted him to win; including me. If not him, then I'm hoping someone strong who can stomp Joe into the ground."

Roger answers, "Personally, I hope that Joel or Victor comes back because I think they were a little bit funny. Yet, knowing the viewers, they might go for Tom, Anthony, or even Sandy. I don't know; this is really anyone's game. Anything can happen and it's scary knowing that you don't know what's coming next."

Toner nods and shakes paws with them again. "It's been nice knowing you boys, but sadly your time in this game is coming to an end. I'll see you boys at the finale. Until then, good luck."

"Thanks, Toner." Roger smiles.

Walter rolls his eyes. "Whatever." Paw-in-paw, both mean get up and walk away to head to the loser house.

Toner then turns to the camera and clears his throat. "Alright, viewers, time to have a major impact on the game. Up until this point, twelve different housemates have been living in the loser's house. But next week, one of them will be returning to the game and as for who that is is all up to you! Here's how to vote: leave a comment below or PM houndlover56 with the contestant you'd like to see come back into the house. Only three votes per viewer. Votes are valid until Friday, June 3rd at 11:59:59pm EST. Whoever has the most votes will return to the game next week. It can either be Albert, Anthony, Chris, Daniel, Edward, James, Joel, Monroe, Pierre, Sandy, Tom, or Victor. See you next week on... Gainer's Paradise."