The Game of Millions
Well, what would you think about a game show in which the contestants not only lose the game but also their lives in more or less creative manners?
This story contains examples of gore, electrocution, suffocation and other stuff. Enjoy.
Behind the stage Lincoln, a young red fox, was waiting for the show to start. Together with his nine opponents he had been brought to the television studio four hours ago. They were led to a big dressing room and told to undress themselves. Then they were blindfolded and each of them was brought to the stage. There he had to sit down on a chair and his arms and legs were fixed with broad stripes of leather to it. After he he had become unable to move another pair of paws grabbed his head from behind and pressed against the seat's head rest. Then he felt that his neck was fixated with a metal clamp. The clamp sat so tight that he was barely able to move his head. He waited until all the other contestants were fixed in the same way. Circa ten minutes before the show's start the blindfold was removed. His eyes had to get used to the lights in the studio. Then he noticed that he was looking straight into the barrel of a shotgun. This was the first time he realized in what he had gotten into. The show was running for over a year now and he had seen every episode of it. He was sure that he was able to win this easily and often made fun about the contestants who failed simple questions. Now he knew why the contestants sometims could not answer the most simple of questions right: They were full of fear. He took a deep breath. He wanted to win and live a life in luxury afterwards. In front of him and the others were two huge sliding doors. There was a television screen mounted two one of them which showed the current television programme. The news just had been over and the televisions main announcer appeared on the screen. Like on most saturdays during the prime time this was F.W. Clar, a chubby and slowly aging fox. Clark was a well know face to Lincoln, just like Reggie Maynard, the show's presenter. Both of them had appeared on the television since Lincoln had been a cub. Reggie Maynard used to present a quiz show for teenager which Lincoln had watched regularly. He got a lot of his general knowledge from it. On the screen Clark gave his usual wry grin and announced the programme:
"This have been the news for tonight. But now it's time for this week's highlights everybody has been waiting for! NETV presents "The Game of Millions". Again ten courageous contestants fight for the chance to win the grand prize! As usual there will be a fundraiser for charity at the end of the programme! And you can believe me, Reggie Maynard teams had a fantastic idea for this.
And please don't forget about our film that we present to you after "The Game of Millions": The award winning drama "I'm In Love With My Wife's Husband" starring Rat Pitt and Cat Beckinsale.
But now we finally switch live to our main studio at the Manganese street. I wish you a lot of fun!"
The rather short animated of the intro was over and the show's presenter appeared on the television screen as the announcer yelled "Welcome to tonight's games. And here's the star of our show: Reggie Maynard!." The audience in the studio cheered and applauded. Reggie Maynard, a chubby boar with some twenty-plus years of experience in presenting television programmes entered the central stage. An assistent walked towards him and handed him a rather phallic looking microphone. Reggie prefered this type of microphones over collar microphones. It gave him something to cling on during the show, he often suffered from terrible strage fright. The final chords of the programmes theme tune faded out.
"Good evening, folks. You are such a better audience than last programme's!" The audience laughs. He always made this joke, it was some kind of trademark of him. He smilee. "As usual we have ten lovely contestants who will compete for the grand prize. Only one of them will get a chance to win! The other contestants will be elminated from the programme!" Again the audience cheered.
Reggie stood in the middle of the stage. Behind him there were two huge sliding doors which were covered in multi-coloured LEDs from top to bottom. "I am excited to show you this programme's contestants!
The two doors slid open to the left and the right side. Behind it the contestants sat. Each of them had their paws and legs tied to a chair. Every contestant's neck was fixated with a metal clamp. Their chairs were lighted in different colours, so the audience would be able to differentiate between them. In front of each player a shotgun was mounted which pointed towards their head. The shotguns are fixed to little podiums which are marked with the numbers from one to ten.
"And here they are! Will you introduce them to us, Jack?"
Jack, a bear with a deep bass voice was the show's announcer and introduced the contestants to the audience.
"At number one we have Donald, a lion who comes straight from down sout. Contestant number two is Sid, a young other who wants to earn some extra fishes. At number three Gavin is sitting, hyena and stock broker. From the midlands of our country comes contestant number four: Biff, a deer and student of medicine. The fifth one Gerald, a rat who works as in car manufacturing at the steel-district. Our sixth contestant comes from our station's home city: Lincoln the fox is studying at the Berendson college and works in fast food restaurant to make ends meet. On chair number seven there's a wolf from the west coast: Tony works as an insurance salesman. Contestant eight ist Bobby, a racoon who just finished high school. Melvin, a red panda and chef is contestant number nine. And last but not least: Buster, a tiger who shows his muscles workin' in construction."
The audience cheered for the contestants.
Reggie stepped back into the picture. "Thank you, Jack. And now were right about to start the first round. As always the first round will be a quiz round." Reggie went to the seat of contestant number five and lent casually at the shotgun.
"The last time we started the programme using gallows in the first round. But the lovers of the gallows don't have to worry. We'll come to that later, I promise. The losers of the first round are going to leave the programme via a shot to their heads. The rules are the same as usual: The computer will decide about the player who starts. I'll ask him a question and the contestant has a maximum of ten seconds to give an answer. If he answers the question wrong or doesn't give an answer at all, he loses the round. If he gives the right answer he is allowed to nominate the contestant who has to answer the next question. We are playing this until two contestants have lost. Don't forget that is always the first answer that counts, we don't accept corrections.
Lincoln felt unwell after the doors had opened and he and his opponents had been introduced. He sat there, tied and nude in front of an audience of mllions in front of the television screens. He felt disgraced. The fact that this was his own decision played no role in his head. After Reggie had explained the rules he snipped his finger. Above the contestants different lights flashed. At the end the lights above contestand number four stayed on. The theer had to answer the first question.
"What nuts are used in marzipan?" asked Reggie and they heard a beep for every second that passed in the backgorund. Almost five seconds later Biff answered "Almonds!". It was the right answer and the deer was allowed to chose the next contestant. He chose contestant number eight, Robby the racoon. He was asked which device had been invented by Henry Mill. Lincoln thought this was a hard question, but Robby almost immediately shouted out the word "Typewriter". This was correct, of course. He choose Sid on number two as the next one. He was asked which is element is liquid at ordinary temperature. This was no problem for him as he knew it was mercury. Then the racoon choose contestant number six. The lights above Lincoln started to glow, he was ultra nervous now.
Reggie looked at him: "We've talked about typewriters before. But which is actually the first letter on a typewriter?" Lincoln only thought for a second and said: "Q! Its the letter Q!".
Reggie smiled. "That's right of course. Who do you chose for the next question?". Lincoln choose contestant number nine, Melvin the red panda.
"Which french words means the 'front of a building'?".
Melvin struggled. He obviously knew the answer, but it just did not came out of his muzzle. The time passed, which was signaled by three short beeps.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Melvin. The answer was 'Facade". Melvin gasped. "Dammit ...". Right after he said it a loud bang sent shockwaves through the contestants bodies. To the audience in the studio and in front of the television screens it seemed as if Melvin's head had just exploded. His head was almost fully gone, only some lumps of flesh and fur were hanging down from his neck. The back of his chair was covered in parts of the red panda's brain and skull. Blood was gushing out from his neck, but the source quickly ran dry. The audience applauded to Melvin's death.
"Well, so Melvin is the first contestant to leave the progamme. Since he isn't able to elect another contestant for the next question, we are going to pick the next one by random."
So the game went on for a while. Lincoln was chosen three times. He always managed to answer his questions. But after the quiz went one for like fifteen minutes it was Gerald the rat who failed. He was asked by Reggie what the study of fossils is called. Gerald answered: "Archeology!" He instantly knew that he had given the wrong answer and corrected himself by yelling "No! Paleontology!" Reggie laughed out loudly. "Sorry, Gerald. Paleontology is correct, but you gave a wrong answer first. Unfortunately you are out."
"No! That's unfair!", Gerald yelled. But the shotgun was instantly fired. Just like Melvin's head the head of the rat was fully blown off. A fountain of blood gushed from his head. Lincoln, who sat next to him had become partly covered in Gerald's brains and blood. The fox was proud that he had survived the first round.
"So this was our first round!", Reggie shouted. The audience was dazzled by all the gore on the stage. "We are going to an advertising break now so we can clean the mess Melvin and Gerald have left and to prepare the remaining contestants for the next round." The doors closed behind Reggie and for the audience in front of the televion screens the ad break started.
Behind the scenes everything had to go quick. Stagehands freed the contestants from their chairs. The chairs were then swiftly removed and two stagehands cleaned the blood, bone splitters and brains away. Dan, the producer of the programme stepped into the scene and gave a smile to the contestants. "Very well done, the first round is always the hardest." Indeed all of the contestants seemed more laid back now. The producer, a trim middle aged rabbit, looked at his clipboard. He was genuinely nice guy. Lincoln had met him a few times during the casting process. In each of the three meetings they had the producer asked him if he knew what he had to expect if he would be allowed to participate in the show. He wanted to assure that no of the contestants would chicken out early. That's also why the contestants were kept in confinement from the moment on they had signed their contracts. They were kept under isolation, the producer did not want that they got to know each other before the show went on the air.
"Well, for the next round we are going to pair you up in teams.", the producer shouted to make sure that everyone was listening. The stagehands had brought eight new chairs to the stage. The producer told Sid and Biff to take place on the red coloured chairs. As they approached them they noticed medium sized metal butt plugs that were mounted on the seats. "Don't worry guys. We lubed them up for you, they should slide into your butts nicely." Biff was sceptical, but then Sid, the otter, raised his tail and sat down on the plug. He moaned a little and looked rather comfy. "Come on, stag!", he said to Biff. Biff hesitated, but he knew that had no other choice. He carefully placed his butthole above the plug. Sid petted his side to comfort him. Then he slid down on the plug. He groaned in pain. "Ouch!", he mumbled. Sid told him to relax. Biff closed his eyes. Then two of the stagehands stripped them to their seats with broad leather straps. As in the round before their necks were fixated with a metal clamp.
Then the producer asked Donald the lion and Robby the racoon to sit down on the blue coloured chairs. Donald looked at the chair. "I'm usually not into that buttstuff. But anyways ..." The lion was rather big, Lincoln asked himself if Donald even felt the plug inside him after he had sat down. Donald patted the empty seat next to him and turned his head towards Robby. "Hey, trash panda. Wanna sit next to me?" Robby giggled and the plug popped easily into the racoons hole. Just like Sid he seemed to enjoy it. Like Sid and Biff the two were fixated to their respective chairs.
"Lincoln and Tony, will you sit on the yellow chairs?" Tony the wolf gnarled. "Great, first you tell me that I have to stick something in my ass for the first time in my life and then you partner me up with the fox. Can't you just shot me?" Lincoln was unsure about how serious Tony was. The producer was irritated. "Yes we can, we have some replacement contestants ..." "No, no. I won't chicken out now." The wolf stepped in front of the chair, rose his tail and let himself most slowly down on the plug. The fox followed suit. He had not been fucked recently, but he knew the feeling of a dildo inside him so he was able to take it easily. The wolf sniffed at the fox while they were getting stripped to their chairs. Lincoln said that he was sorry that they had chosen the two as partners. "Ah, they just know that wolves and foxes don't mix to well. They did this on purpose. They want to see us lose. I'll try to be nice to you and you promise me to hold back with that disgusting fox stench, deal?" "I'll try my best. But I am very excited ..." Tony gave a little smile. "I guess we all are."
While they were talking Buster and Gavin took their seats on the green chairs. Both the tiger and the hyena showed no signs of any problems while sitting down on the plug.
Now the show's theme tune began to play. The contestants heard the clapping and cheering of the audience.
The advertising break was over. Reggie Maynard jumped back onto the stage and enjoyed the audience applause for a while. Then he performed a hand gesture and they calm down. His long experience in show business really did show.
"Welcome back. In the next game our contestants have to work together. Let's open the doors!" The two doors slid open, revealing the contestants that were tied to their chairs.
"What you can't see right now is that all those guys are sitting on nice metal butt plugs. Some of them like our little Sid apparently enjoy it." Reggie was right, as Sid the little otter sported a nice errection. The audiences cheered at him, Sid seemed to be a little bit embarassed.
"Before I explain the game, I'd like to spice things up a bit for everybody." Suddenly the bodies of the contestants cramped and they clenched their paws in fists.
"A steady stream of electric current is now flowing through their bodies. I guess you can see where this is going. But now for the rules. We are going to show hidden images to our contestants, these will be revealed piece for piece. All they have to do is to say what the picture is showing. For every right answer they earn a point. The target for every team is to reach five points. For every wrong answer the team loses one of its point and we crank up the electric current a little bit. If three of the teams have reached five points the remaining team will end up in a very crispy state. If no team makes a guess no point or minus points will be awarded"
The audience cheered again. While Reggie had explained the rules all the contestants had become used to the electric current. The steady stimulation of their rectal areas left none of them without an errection. Reggie turned towards the contestants and liked what he saw. That's what the audience wanted to see. When they first started with their show they had almost ignored that some of the contestants would find pleasure in partaking in the games. Afterwards it turned out, the audience enjoyed the segments of the show the most in which the contestant struggled with their sexual desires. From then on they kept looking for ways to keep the contestants on their edge. Luckily, Dan and his assistants always came up with new ideas.
A big LED-screen was lowered from the ceiling. "Well, dear contestants. You find a little button at your right armrest, if you think you know the answer, don't be afraid to push it."
A jingle began to play in the background and the first bit of a picture was revealed. After five seconds another bit was revealed and so on ...
It was Biff who buzzed in first. "Yes, Biff?", Reggie asked. "Is it a pair of wine glasses?", Biff struggled to speak. "Let's see!". The picture was revealed and it turned indeed out to be a pair of wine glasses. The audience applauded. "So the first point goes to Biff and Sid.", said Reggie. The next point went to Gavin and Buster, Buster identified the next picture correctly as a lemon tree. After that Donald identified the next picture, which showed a dustcart. Lincoln became nervous as all the other teams already earned their first point and buzzed in early on the next riddle.
"This fox is very courageous. What do we see here, Lincoln?", Reggie boasted.
"It's a pumpkin!", answered Lincoln.
"Fox ... You are an idiot", Tony mumbled next to him.
"Oh, I guess your courage did not pay off. That was the wrong answer." Lincoln gasped. Reggie asked to reveal the full picture, it turned out to show a rather orange looking tomato. "It's a plain old tomato. I'm sorry. Well, now you have minus one point, folks ... And we crank up the fun a little bit for you." As soon as Reggie had said this the fox and the wolf felt that the electric current that went through their bodies intensified. It was not much, but it noticeable.
And so the game went on for a while. Biff and Sid were the first to aquire five points. They had made no mistakes and both were relieved when the electric current was turned off for them. The tip of Sid's cock was dripping with pre-cum tough, which Reggie gladly noticed. "Its a shame you two did so well, Sid seems looks like he really enjoys himself." One of the show's photographers made sure that a nice close up of this was sent over the airwaves. Biff just giggled and was glad that they had won this round.
"Still, we have three teams left. Only two of them will continue onwards to the next round. Let's go on!". Reggie pointed at the screen. "Here's the next picture."
Gavin and Buster worked themselves up to four points, making two mistakes in the process. The audience could easily see how the muscles in Buster's well trained body twitched. Donald and Robby were stuck at three points, just like Lincoln and Tony they had made one wrong guess. Lincoln and Tony had made no further mistakes but the fact that Lincoln had made a wrong guess so early in the game made it hard to keep up with the others. They were now at two points after giving three correct anwers.
Another picture was slowly revealed on the big screen. Gavin buzzed in after fifteen seconds. Before Reggie could say something the word "cloverleaf interchange" just fell out of Gavin's muzzle. Reggie stopped for a second. "Wow, that's very specific." On the big screen the picure of a road interchange revealed itself. "Interchange would have sufficed as an answer. Congratulations. You advance to the next round!" The audience wooed. Busters muscles noticeably relaxed and he gave a smile towards Gavin.
"And now we are looking for the final team which advances to the next round!".
Lincoln shivered. He often knew the right answers, but was too afraid to make another mistake. And obviously this game was not made for Tony. He had given no guess until now. The next picture appeared.
Robby buzzed in rather early. "It's a scrambled egg.", he said. "You're right!", Reggie shouted. "Now you only need one point to finish this round! Here's the next one."
Again it was Robby who buzzed in. "A truck?" "Aww ..." was heard from the audience. "Don't give hints dear audience. But you are right, this is not a truck. It's a bus. You lose one and are back to three points." Both the lion and the racoon clawed into their armrests as the electric current went stronger.
Lincoln was sure that he knew the next answer right at the beginning. He pressed the buzzer. Reggie turned towards them. "Ah, you two have been very quiet recently. What's are we seeing here?". "It's a triangle", Lincoln answered. The audience cheered. "Yes, indeed. Now both teams got three points!"
Lincoln had become more corageous now and buzzed in on the next picture. He said that it showed a chess board, but what he had seen was just the floor tiling of a bath room. The current was cranked up, it still was bearable, but it started to feel uncomfortable. Tony groaned.
Now the shrill sound of a siren blasted through the studio.
Reggie smiled. "Oh, you know what that means! This means either that our game lasts too long or that we are running out of pictures. No matter what, from now on we will push some more electricity in our contestants body after every picture. Lets hope one of the teams reach five points before its too late, otherwise we would have to skip a round." The audience seemed to love this.
Lincoln guessed the next picture right, it was the picture of an hourglass. The current was yanked up for all the remaining contestants and Lincoln wished that he would be more like Sid. He really did not like this. Still he was able to guess correctly on the next picture (a watermelon). Now they had four points. Lincolns muzzle cramped after he became subjected to even more electric buzz. The fox tried to guess the next picture, but he was not able to hit the buzzer with his twitchy fingers. Donald gave the right answer, Lincoln did not really understand what the lion had said. He seemed barely able to talk by now. Robby the racoon seemed to be out his mind.
"Wow, both teams have scored four points now. Let's see if the next picture will be our last!" Reggie snipped his fingers and the first part of the next picture was revealed.
The sound of the buzzer was heard.
Reggie was astounded. "Tony? This is the first time you want to guess?". Tony fought to gain control over his muscles. "E-lec-tric chair ...", he mumbled.
"Let's see if this is right ...". Reggie kept up the tension for seconds that seemed to last forever to the contestants. "It's correct, you've won!". The power was turned off for Lincoln and Tony. The fox and the wolf both sighed with relief.
Before Reggie could say anything further someone moaned very loudly. The cameras and the eyes of the audience turned towards the moaning's source. Robby, the racoon, clenched his paws into his armrests. His body cramped, his cock twitched. Just seconds later he came, squirting his cum over his soft grey fur. In fact he orgasmed so hard that he shot a large portion of his semen onto his muzzle.
Again the audience roared with joy. Reggie smiled and turned towards the Donald and Robby. "Unfortunately we have to say good bye to you. It was a pleasure to have you both on our programme." After Reggie had said this the lion and the racoon were electrocuted. Their bodies cramped violently when the current's strength rose to deadly levels in an instant. Lincoln noticed a loud snapping sound. It was Robby's neck which simply snapped because of the metal clamp around his neck. Still he was fried just Donald next to him. The stench of burned fur arose. After they stopped pumping electricity through the lion and the racoon, the racoon's body sat on his chair in a limp state. His eyes had popped out of their sockets and his cock, wet from his cum, had been nicely roasted. Donald the lion on the other hand still was not dead, the remains of his right eye were dripping from its socket in a gooey mess. He had vomitted up a lot of his blood. He gargled something indistinguishable.
Reggie felt a bit unwell now, he did not like it when something went wrong. Stil he did his best: "It seems we have to cook that big kitty twice!" Instantly Donald's body cramped again. They fried him for another thirty seconds. After that he did not show any signs of life anymore.
Reggie announced the next advertising break. The doors behind him closed again. The round was over.
Behind the stage the contestants were freed from their chairs. A production assistent went to Donald and pushed a cattle gun against his head. He shot a bolt gun into the lion's brain to make sure he was really dead by now. After that the corpses and the chairs were removed from the stage.
"I'm so glad you gave the right answer, Tony ... And I am sorry that my first answer was wrong ..."
"Yes, this was tight. But we've made it, fox. I guess they won't put team us up together again." The fox smiled and hugged the wolf. He instantly realized his fault and let lose of Tony. But the wolf hugged him back. Their still errected cocks touched each other. "You aren't too awful for a fox." "And you are not the big bad wolf you want to be."
From a distance Dan was observing them. "The racoon and the lion had some nice chemistry, but they are out. The otter is fun, the people really like him and his shyness. The deer is a real bore. The tiger and the hyena are very average. I expected more from Gavin, but maybe they will shine more in the next round. I put the fox and the wolf together so they would fight out their interspecies dislike and lose the round. But now they are hugging each other. In the next round everybody is going to play for himself, if they survive I should do my best to let them compete in the final round.", the rabbit thought to himself. Then he asked Buster, Sid and Lincoln to let them guide to the centre stage by one of the stagehands. "Biff, Tony and Gavin, you can stay right here.
The programme returned from its commercial break. Reggie entered the stage. "Here we are again! Our next game will be a more physical challenge for our contestants. Three of them are allowe to take a little break now." Buster, Sid and Lincoln had been placed on seats that stood just next to the centre stage. They waved into the camera. "The other free are going to play first." The doors opened behind Reggie and revealed Biff, Tony and Gavin who waited behind them. The audience applauded. "Aren't those three lovely lads? But for now I have to take them away for a while as we have to leave the studio for our next game. Let's go!" Reggie led them outside to the studio lot, while the camera followed them.
Outside the production team had errected three very steep staircases. Just in front of them was a big closed lid.
"This is no game for those who are afraid of heights. These stairs go up for 30 metres straight. What you can't see from the ground is that we've attached a bell on the top of each staircase. Our contests will try to climb their respective stairs as fast as possible. When they reach the top they have to ring their bell. After two of the bells have rang ... look what happens." There were stagehands standing on the tops of the left and right staircases. Both rang the bell. Immediately the stairs of the middle staircase swang in which instantly turned the staircase into a slide.
"The contestant who does not reach the top will slide down back to the ground. But that's not all. As soon as the game starts we will open this big lid. Underneath the lid is a nice surprise for the contestant who slides down again." Reggie pointed to a starting line which was a few metres away from the stairs. Biff, Tony and Gavin placed themselves behind it and waited for the game to start. Reggie produced a little starter's pistol from his jacket and targeted at the sky. "Ready, steady, go!" As soon as they heard the loud bang of the pistol they sprinted towards the stairs and began to climb them. At first they progressed easily towards the top. But soon their legs went heavy and it became harder to breathe. Tony the wolf was the first to reach the top. He rang the bell and finally had the chance to look downwards. They had opened the lid on the ground to reveal a deep pit that was full with metal spikes, blades and glass shards. He was not sure if Biff or Gavin would win the race. But then Biff tripped. He simply stumbled over his own hooves and fell down the stairs. This alone looked rather painful, but then he plunged into the pit. Tony could not see any details from that high above. The viewers in front of the television screens (and the audience in the studio) saw how Biff was impaled by the spikes and blades. He had almost slid down to ground level. They had entered his at the front and left it through his back. Luckily for the deer one of the blades had slit right through his throat. Blood was gushing from the wound and he was quickly bleeding out. In the meanwhile Gavin slowly had climbed to the top and rang his bell.
"Well this did not go as expected, but it still was fun.", Reggie said into his microphone. This made Reggie realize again, why he hated those physical games so much. If they were unlucky two contestants died by accident and they had to replace them mid-programme. This was unfair to the others and the audience disliked it.
"Now we are going to show you just two adverts, right after that we have a tiger, an otter and a fox who just can't wait to climb those stairs."
Gavin and Tony were rushed down the stairs again, while some stage hands removed Biff's body from the pit. Buster, Sid and Lincoln were told to wait behind the starting line, Tony and Gavin were led to the seats on the centre stage.
Reggie did not say much after the short break was over. He welcomed the audience back, asked the contestants if they were ready. Then he shot his gun.
Lincoln was not the most sporty guy. So he tried to be resourceful with his energy. Buster climbed the stairs the fastest at first, followed closely by the swift Sid. Still Lincoln continued to climb the stairs at a steady pace. Buster, the tiger, was rather muscular, but his body was heavy and he became slower with each step. Lincoln came closer to him. Then he heard the first bell ring, Sid had reached the top already. Now the fox mobilized everything he got and increased his speech. Buster found it hard to breathe by now, he still was ahead of Lincoln but his stamina went away fast. He only had ten or so steps in front of him when he noticed that the fox took a leap up the stairs. The fox was now slightly in front of him. The tiger could not catch up. The second bell rang. Immediately he slid down what hat been stairs just a second ago. He now decision in this, but the way he had to leave the programme was very telegenic. One of the spikes pierced right through his butthole. He slid down on the spike which pierced through his intestines and his internal organs. The weight of his body pushed him further down on the spike. It pierced through his lungs, his throat and then came out at the top of his head. It had just hit the right areas inside the tiger's brains. His barbed feline cock spasmed and shot loads of cum into the deadly pit. It did not stop until the tiger's balls were milked empty. Even after that his penis kept on twitching. The cameras kept filming this until Sid and Lincoln had climbed back down.
Reggie congratulated them cheerfully. "Now it's time for another ad break, but stay tuned. There are still some fun games ahead!"
The boar put his arms on Lincoln's and Sid's shoulders and walked back into the studio with them. "You are doing very well. From what I heard during the other breaks the audience love you." They both were fluttered. Back behind the centre stage they were welcomed by Dan. "Hey, Dannyboy. I'm glad how this turned out. You know I'm not a fan of these physical challenges." Dan grinned. "You should put more trust in your producer." Dan himself was also happy how the last round turned out. "Well, we need Lincoln for the next round. Sid, you can take a seat on the centre stage again." Another stagehand quickly came over and brought Sid to his seat.
Then Dan handed his clipboard and a pen to Lincoln. "Will you please write down word that's not to easy to guess? We need this for the next game." Lincoln did not think for long and wrote a word on the sheet of paper on the clipboard. It was a word he had just picked up from one of his books. Dan looked at the word. "Heh, I guess we have to check that in the dictionary. Now we have to put you into the right place for the next round ..."
"I have to head back to the stage.", Reggie butted in. "See you in a few minutes.", he winked at Lincoln.
Again Reggie welcomed his audience. "And now we are going to play an old favourite!" He raised his index finger into the air and the big doors slid open again. At the far end of the stage they stage hands had placed another big screen. But what caught most peoples attention were two gallows that had been errected on two raised platforms on the stage. Beneath the gallows stood Lincoln and Sid, each of them decorated with a noose around their necks and their paws tied behind their backs. The audience liked to see this.
"I'm sure you guessed what we are going to play now ... a classical game of hangman. And to make it more interesting our contestants won't try to guess a word we chose. Each of them had chosen a word of his own. Its the other contestant's task to guess that word. The one who guesses the other's word right wins, the other one will enjoy a nice swing. Turns are taken consecutively, but the contestants always can try to solve the word. If the solution is not right, the other contestant has won. The upper word on the screen is the word Sid the otter has chosen, the word at the bottom has been chosen by Lincoln the fox. Before the game starts I'd like to thank the hangman of the Cedar Point Federal Penitentiary for supplying us with the nooses for this game. Let's begin with Sid."
Sid bit on his lip, he really liked the tight grip of the noose around his neck. By now he was not ashamed of his public errection anymore. He looked at the fox that stood at the other platform, his cock also seemed to be as hard as a rock.
"How about an E?"
Only one letter appeared up on the screen: _ _ _ E _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Lincoln just knew that the otter would chose the E. Now it was his turn.
"I am going for the N!"
This guess was just as successful: _ _ _ _ N _ _ _ _ _ _
Sid asked for an R, but there was no R in Lincoln's word.
Lincoln took the chance by chosing the E now.
Two letters appeared on the screen: _ E _ E N _ _ _ _ _ _
Sid tried it with another vowel.
"I'll take an A!"
Now the screen read A _ _ E _ _ _ _ _ _ A _
Lincoln now asked for the letter R. Another new letter was added: _ E R E N _ _ _ _ _
The otter went for the L: A _ _ E _ _ _ _ _ _ A _
The fox felt that he was very close to the solution.
"Is there an I?"
Now the screen read _ E R E N _ I _ I _ _
Lincoln was still thinking about the word.
Sid guessed the I: A _ _ E _ I _ _ _ I A _ But he could not make anything out of it.
"I think I got it", Lincoln said and closed his eyes. Sid hold his breath.
"So, what do you think is the word we are looking for?", Reggie asked.
"Serendipity."
Reggie cheered. "That's absolutely correct! And what was the word you had chosen for Sid?" Lincoln smiled. "Antedeluvian." Sid had to admit that he never had heard this word before. But what did it matter now? He had lost, but over the course of the show he came to the conclusion that he did not took part to win it. Lincoln on the other hand was very happy advance into the next round. He noticed that the otter did not seem to be too sad about his loss.
Reggie looked up Sid. "Sid, you have been a great contestant. And it's not just me who thinks this way ...". The audience applauded and cheered for Sid. Sid smiled, then the chute underneath him opened. He fell only a few centimeters down and was dangling on the rope. Lincoln on the other side was very excited. It annoyed that his paws were tied behind his back as he had the deep urge to masturbate. But maybe it was for the better, who knew what was expecting him in the next round? Sid was struggling for air by now and was kicking with his legs. It went for this for a good minute, then the otter stopped moving altogether. For a few seconds everybody assumed that he was dead and there was slight disappointment that he went out without an orgasm. But Sid was not done. Suddenly the otter emitted a loud groan and gave everybody what they had wanted to see. The cum bursted from his cock in several large bouts. He hanged high over the stage, so even the folks who sat in the back seats could easily watch him orgasm. After the last drips of the otters cum had fallen down onto the stage his body went into a limp state. The audience went ecstatic until Reggie calmed them down again.
"Well, that was it for Sid. Now it's time for another short advertising break, while we free the fox from the noose and prepare the next contestants."
A stagehand freed Lincoln from the noose and untied his paws. He looked down on himself and saw how the tip of his dick was dripping with pre. He was led down to the backstage where he met Gavin and Tony again. "A shame, I would've rather liked to see you hanging there.", the wolf mocked Lincoln. Gavin was giggling. "Oh, maybe I am the one who will watch you swinging soon.", Lincoln replied. "Well, you know the best place to put a hyeana is a gallow, fox." Gavins tail was wagging after Tony made this quip. The wolf and they hyena were then led to stage and Lincoln sat down in one of the chairs at the side of the centre stage.
Lincoln rested himself and watched Tony and Gavin play. The game went on rather quickly, the words the wolf and the hyeana had chosen obviously were not as fancy as the words selected by himself and Sid. Ultimately Tony just yelled the word "excruciating" as Gavin was just about to pick a new letter. Tony had won the game and Gavin delivered a nice show. Not only did he cum like he had not fucked or jerked himself of in the last few months. After he had covered the floor with his semen he made an even bigger mess by taking his final piss before he passed out. It was now wonder he spilled his fluids everywhere as he was kicking with his legs all the time. Lincoln inhaled the musky smell of the hyena's piss which had filled the air of the area around the stage.
Reggie announced the next ad break. Lincoln was asked to go behind the stage by a stagehand.
Behind the stage the stagehands were busy dismantling the gallows and cleaning up the mass Gavin had made. Lincoln was welcomed by Tony and Dan. "Congratulations, you've made it to the final.", Dan said. "You know can talk to each other for a few minutes. I'll call for you when we've prepared the last game."
The wolf stood in front of Lincoln, arms crossed and smiling. "Well, now it's just between us.", Tony said. "I can't believe it that we made it till the end. But I'm glad that you will be my opponent.", Lincoln answered. Then they hugged each other again, this time much more tightly than before. "To be honest I'd really like to spend some time after the show with you, but this surely won't happen.", Lincoln admitted to Tony. "No, this won't happen, even if I'd enjoy that too." Again their cocks were touching each other, and since they hugged more tightly now each other left traces of pre-cum in the other guy's fur.
Dan called them and showed them the next game. The stagehands had put up two square platforms which rested on four metal legs. There were tubes which were attached to the bottoms of the platforms. These tubes led to a big vat that stood behind the platforms. Lincoln could not make out what was inside the vat. Dan told them to stand on the platforms. After Lincoln took his position he noted that there was a broad groove that went around the platform. A stagehand with a walkie talkie said "Now!" into it. Afterwards two square tubes made out of acrylic glass were lowered down from the ceiling. The stagehand made sure that hey would slid into the groove at the platform. The tube went way over Lincolns head and he was now surrounded by the acrylic glass, just like Tony was.
The programme continued. Reggie was standing at the stage again.
"Now its the grand final of our show. Let's see what's waiting behind the doors." The two doors slid open to reveal Lincoln and Tony in their contraptions.
"Our final contestants are these two lovely knots, Tony the wolf and Lincoln the fox." The audience cheered again. "And you know what? After the programme you get the chance to own one of them. 'How?', you ask. As you see we put this guys into a cage made out of acrylic glass, the vat behind them is filled with resin. During the next and final game we are going to pump this resin into the glass casings from below their paws. While the winner of the game will be showered with money and prizes the loser will be encased in the resin as a nice piece of modern art. And since this piece of art is going to last forever we decided to put it up for auction after the show. Of course the money the winning bidder spends will be donated to charity. The rules are simple. Before the programme we had chosen one hundred furs from the audience to answer a set of questions about their opinions on several subjects or about events in their lives. All these question could be answered with either "yes" or "no". I tell the question two one of the contestants, than he has to guess how many of the participants answered with yes. The other contestant than has to guess if the actual number is higher or lower. Then we will fill up the loser's casing up with some of the resin. The first one to five points will win the game and the show. The other one will be put up for bid. Sounds easy, doesn't it?"
The audience approved.
"Well then." Reggie turned to face Lincoln and Tony. "Here's the first question. Tony will make the first guess."
Tony pricked his ears.
"When you look at yourself naked in the mirror, are you disappointed?"
Tony thought for a few seconds.
"I'd say 15. Most would say that they are looking good."
Now Reggie turned to Lincoln.
"... Hmm, I'd guess that the number is slightly higher.", Lincoln stated.
Reggie looked at his cue card.
"And the correct number is ... eleven! So Tony got his first point and Lincoln will receive the first portion of goo."
Shortly after Reggie had the gooey fluid was pumped into Lincolns encasing. It was of a pleasing warm temperature. After his hindpaws had been covered in it he raised his left leg. The resin was of high viscosity and crystal clear in appearance. They pumped resin into the casing until it had reached the fox' knees.
He was asked the next question by Reggie. It was "When you were younger, did you play doctor with the boy next door?". Lincoln guessed 42. Tony said the number was lower. This round went to Lincoln as the correct number was 46. Tony's box was filled with resin up to his knees.
"You see that we filled up Tony's casing with more resin than Lincoln's since Tony is a bit taller. We want to keep this game fair.", Reggie told the audience. "The next question is for Tony: On a first date, do you excpect more than a goodnight kiss?" Tony's answer was 51 and Lincoln guessed that it was lower. But he was wrong as the correct answer was 49. More of the resin was pumped into his chamber. The warm and thick liquid now reached up to his hip, it felt very pleasant around his balls and knot. The tip of his errected cock still had not been submerged in the resin. He had to guess the next number now. "Be honest: Are you difficult to live with?", Reggie asked. Lincoln guessed 23. Tony thought that the number was higher. "And its 47! Seems our audience really is honest.", Reggie shouted. More resin flew into Lincoln's chamber. It now reached his chest. He began to feel the pressure as breathing became more strenous for him. He had to do something.
"Could you make a decent meal from the stuff that's in your refrigerator right now? That's your question, Lincoln. The fox took some time think. "30 seems a good guess!" Reggie turned to Tony. "Higher!", the wolf answered. "You have been very close, Lincoln ... It's 29! There's your second point!"
The wolf's encasing was filled up to his hip. From what Lincoln could make out he also seemed to enjoy the warm sensation as his pink flesh could not be overlooked. He was then asked the next question by Reggie. "Have you ever told someone 'the check is in the mail, when it really wasn't?'" Tony's guess was 30, Lincoln thought it was higher. It was the wolf who had to deal with the fact that the resin now reached his chest.
"So we have a tie. Both of our contestants are only two questions away from winning! Here's the next question for our Lincoln: Do you follow any soap operas regularly?"
"37!", the fox shouted.
"And what does Tony think? Lower or higher?"
"Nobody watches soap operas anymore! Lower!", Tony seemed sure.
"And the wolf is right, the number is 33! I wouldn't call that nobody. And don't forget that the soap operas on our station are really classy!" The audience laughed about Reggie's joke (NETV's soap operas were just as awful as all the others). "Now look what happens to the fox ..." After they stopped pumping into his casing the goo almost reached his jawbone. It was just enough space left for him talk without having to swallow the stuff. His heart was pumping and his cock was twitching.
"Well, Tony. The next question could be the last one for this evening. And its all yours: Have you ever yelled something at another driver you'd never want your mother to hear?"
Tony's answer was 65. Lincoln was really unsure about what to say. He took a deep breath and guessed 'higher'.
Reggie was sparkling with joy. "Oh, you two guys want to keep us on the edges of our seats, don't you? 92 of our audience members said yes to this question. Let's fill the wolf's booth up!"
It did not take long until Tony was in the same situation as Lincoln. Both were standing in the resin that almost reached up to their muzzles. There was only one question left. And that question went to Lincoln first.
Reggie's excitement was really honest. "OK, here's the final question for tonight. Do you think people criticize the government too much? ... Lincoln?"
The fox breathed slowly, closed his eyes and guessed 38.
"OK, but was does Tony think?". Reggie again turned towards the wolf. "Tony?"
"... It must be higher than that ...", the wolf guessed. But he did not seem too sure about his answer.
"Fine,", Reggie said, "one of you is just about to win the grand prize. But one thing is sure: None of you two will ever have to work again." He laughed and so did the audience. "The correct answer was ...", he really wanted to make it exciting for everybody. "... 36."
Lincoln gasped in disbelief and noticed that the resin was pumped out of his acrylic cage.
Tony just sighed as the resin filled up his box. It dit not take long until he was fully submerged in the thick liquid. He was barely able to move now. He just hold his breath and for a while felt really comfortable in the warm and oozy resin. Lincoln watchet wolf while the resin vanished from his cage. He looked really calm and peaceful for about a minute. Then, as he had run out of air, he began to move. But it was very slow, the resin made him act like in slow motion. He had raised his left leg and his right arm and spun a bit around with his torso. It looked almost elegant. Then he opened his muzzle wide open. His cock twitched heavily, but also in a very slowed down motion. The wolf's balls had enough power to shoot cum into the resin in a way that it ended in swirl witch seemed to freeze in the air. Then his movements came to an end. The wolf really looked like a very well done art project now.
The stagehands removed the acrylic glass and Lincoln was able to step from the platform. The sticky resin was still all over his fur. Still Reggie laid an arm over his shoulder.
"Congratulations, you are a rich fox now. How do you feel?"
"I can't believe it. I think this has to sink for a while."
"Haha, I hope that you will calm down during our after show party. But let me ask you the one thing I ask every winner."
The fox looked at the boar.
"What's the first thing you want to do with your riches?"
Lincoln saw Tony from the corner of his eye and became slightly sad.
"If nobody would mind it, I'd like to simply give a million to charity under the condition that I am the one who is allowed to keep Tony. I want to keep care of him."
The audience raged.
"Well, I guess that's a yes from the audience.", Reggie now had to end the programme and raised Lincoln's right arm. "And that's it for tonight! Our next show will be in two months. See you, I love you all!".
Then the credits rolled.