Cal's Game CYOA - Version 14 available now (free)

Story by Munkus69 on SoFurry

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#3 of Cals Game

Greetings!

This is version 14 of the ever growing CYOA story "Cal's Origin", aka "Cal's game".

It features the lad Cal on his journey to become a Casanova, a paid stud in a world filled with infertile males, where people pay for his services.

Right at the beginning of said new career, he is being transformed into a werewolf, leaving him to battle with new senses, a new fuzzy self and some rather canine instincts to complicate his journey to become the world's best Casanova.

If you wish to play version 14 for free, click this link here. http://media.textadventures.co.uk/games/sVF3mMtMqEqjk0OP7wsmow/Version%20000014/index.html

You can play it in your browser. The game will remember your progress after you close your browser, allowing you to smoothly pick up where you left.

If you like what you read and are not in the mood to wait for the public update, you can instantly jump to version 16 via my $2 token on patreon:https://www.patreon.com/Munkus69

That will also allow you to take place in polls for future stories.

Below is an excerpt of version 14, where a feral, rather dog-shaped PC finds a pack of stray dogs, one of which is female and in heat.

You can decide to battle for dominance over either the feral dogs or the female.

Among about a crapload of other things. The game features an enormous amount of erotic scenes, some hidden, some in plain view.

Not a single one of them enforced. If you don't like where the story is going, just follow the link that leads out of the scene.

All right, enough from me, enjoy the game!

edit: I fixed the link to the public version. Sorry, I hadn't seen it didn't get posted correctly and got distracted afterward. It should work now.

Thanks for the comment, hunter5965, I had not seen it.


Slowly you tap along the street, your nose almost touching the ground. It is a little difficult to follow the scent and more than once you turn round and have to trace back to differenciate between the scent that have been blown away by the wind and the actual trail that you need to follow. Over time you learn to love gutter channels and small patches of grass where the scent particles catch, making it easier for you to follow.

The scent becomes stronger with every step you take and after quite a while, you hear the regular pattern of claws striking the floor.

Your ears quickly sort out the noise of three or four large dogs that walk about and several smaller ones that create jumbled pitter-patter.

Once more you suck in the scent to clarify that this has indeed been your target, when said targets walk straight in front of you, telling your eyes what your heart and nose already knew:

There is a bitch in heat. She is dust brown with alert, pointy wolf-like ears and a dark muzzle. Her tail is clamped tightly between her legs as she walks and every now and then she sits down on the ground.

Around her is a scatter of small dogs that are still hoping for their chance, despite being small enough that they can walk freely between the bitches' legs without even crouching. But hope is burning in their eyes like an eternal flame, that maybe, once in a blue moon, they may get the chance to pass on their genes on that bitch.

Two large dogs are dominating the bitch, constantly squabbling with each other. Both are pedigree-mongrels, but one of them shows clear signs of a Border Collie in his ancestory, while the other one can parade around the facial features and some of the skin folds of a Shar-Pei. Their speech is sloppy and scarce, but from what you overhear, you can safely say that the Shar-Pei is called "Aro" and the Collie is "Yewa".

While you are watching, the Shar-Pei notices you and growls. He possessively places himself behind the sitting bitch and rests one paw on her lower back, marking his territory. As if that wasn't enough, he also raises his voice and utters "Grewoo belongs to me", just to make absolutely sure you get the message.

Maybe he judges your intellect from his own experience?

The heavily-built dog steps toward you, head lowered and lips puckered aggressively. Out of his throat seeps a continuous, low, rumbling growl as he stalks closer to you. "I breed her, not you! You want fight? Let's fight!"

Yikes. This might be difficult for a begginer-canine like you.

What do do?

Fight

Submit

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