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The Game v2.0 - Round 2

Scientifically speaking, Tony was never one to be very hairy and thus should not have grown a full, thick beard overnight. However, as he stood in the dormitory bathrooms, caressing his hairy face with the back of his hand, he had to admit that it looked rather fetching on him. His reflection in the mirror screamed 'confident, dignified and seriously sexy lover'. There was a sort of rugged debonair about it that he really liked.

He picked up the pair of rounded glasses that he had bought at the student hall. They were just for show and had no real optometric value. As he rested them on his nose however and stroked his chin, he had to admit that he looked very... professor-like. There was an air of dignity, poise and authority about him. He even liked to think that he had gotten a little more... meaty since the last time he had 'lost' the Game.

The door to the bathroom sprang open.

Of all the people to stride through, it was Ben. Neither of them had spoken to one another since last night and Ben maintained radio silence even as he strode towards the shower stalls. Tony had been eager to see Ben's pheromone powers in action but his roommate was being far from cooperative. After a somewhat philosophical debate, Ben had seized the Game and locked it away in his trunk, claiming that they would never play it again.

Ever.

Even the threat of having to finish the Game when it started didn't seem to affect Ben. Tony had argued long and hard that if the Game had caused such miraculous changes, then surely it was capable of punishing them as well.

What were the consequences of not finishing the Game?

Ben had no intention of finding out.

But Tony...

In the day since Tony had known Ben, he learned that his roomie had the tendency to take long, 30 minute showers. Not entirely good for the water supplies but extremely good for Tony.

Suddenly eager, the young philosopher made a show of storming out of the bathroom and back to their dorm room. He made sure the door was locked and went to his bed, reaching underneath and pulling out his grooming kit. It had been a gift from his parents as a means of telling him to make sure he maintained his hygiene now that they couldn't watch over his shoulder anymore. He hadn't used since he got it but that next of safety pins would come in handy now.

Grinning, he picked up the one said pin and unfolded it. He switched on his television nice and loud before proceeding to Ben's bed.

Bang!

The door sprang open and there stood Ben, still with hair wet but fully clothed.

"Ah-ha!" his roommate accused. "I knew you would try something like this!"

Tony dropped the pin. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Ben stormed in and shoved him mightily away from the Game. "You know exactly what I'm talking about! You are not getting that board game from Hell!"

He wasn't sure how or why but suddenly, Tony understood Ben's reservations. "Your parents were pretty conservative, weren't they?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Ben responded stiffly. "My parents love me and only want what is best for me."

"A generic answer at best." Tony sat back on his bed, arms crossed against his chest. "I bet the more your parents pushed you away from something, the more curious you got but you never really had the courage to pursue those thoughts. Those 'unclean' ideas made you wonder what it's like and wonder why guys like me are so much happier than guys like you."

"Guys like you?" Ben repeated. "Just what kind of guy are you?"

"Gay guys."

Ben took an instinctive step away. "I thought you just 'experimented'..."

Tony gave a shrug and a sly wink. "Doesn't mean I liked the results of my experiments." He pointed an accusing finger at Ben. "Now that you've had a taste, you like it but your upbringing keeps you from pursuing it. There's something on the other side that you want but you can't have and it's killing you inside that you can't have it." He nodded at the trunk where the Game sat. "The Game gives you that release. It lets you escape into a fantasy land that's so real that it is better than any reality you've ever faced and it's relatively consequence free. You get to come back into this world at the end of it all, pure and clean. But you're afraid this little 'tickling of temptation' will damn your soul forever and you'll never get into your pretty little, cloudy heaven."

Ben remained still for a long moment. Then, he slowly sat down on his bed and let out a long, exasperated sigh. "I thought you were a philosopher not a psychologist."

"They're basically the same thing."

"And if you must know, my parents aren't 'conservative' in the traditional sense." Ben bobbed his head from side to side. "They just have their reservations about certain... topics..."

"Homosexuality?"

"Sex..."

Tony's eyebrows rose and he had to keep himself from laughing as he said, "What?"

"I'm an only child. And I guess they keep looking at me like I'll always be their baby boy. They refuse to let me grow up. It took two years of convincing to get them to let me come here and they're still insisting that I fly down every month to see them!"

"Two years?" The disbelief in Tony's voice spoke volumes.

"Trust me, they're that hard to convince." Ben peered over to the trunk at the foot of his bed where the Game sat. "I love them and I know they want what is best for me but just because you want something doesn't mean that it really is what's good for you."

Tony clapped his hands cheerily. "Well then, why not take the opportunity to really discover what is good for you?" He pointed at the trunk. "You know you want to keep playing. But is it really good or bad for you?"

Ben winced loudly. Some force compelled him to stand and crouch over the trunk. Even as he said, "My parents would so kill me if they found out," he was already undoing the locks and pulling out the wooden board game. "Think it's ready?"

"It's been over a day. I must congratulate you on somehow managing to resist temptation for a whole twenty-four hours."

"Don't remind me," Ben grumbled, setting the Game on the floor. "Shut the door. I don't want anyone jumping in on this."

Like an eager pup - or perhaps kitten was more appropriate - Tony leapt up towards their dorm door and shut it, locking it firmly. He was sitting opposite to Ben a second later, grinning broadly and hopping lightly.

"Let's set some ground rules, though," Ben said, holding up his hand. "It's clear this thing has some crazy powers. Let's not do something overly malicious to one another. The blue cards... They apparently can change people's personalities. We can't let that happen to each other. No taking advantage of one another's weaknesses, got it?"

"Where's the fun in that?" The stern look from Ben made Tony wince and lift his hand in surrender. "Fine. I concede. No evil. I swear."

"Good..." Ben slowly opened the game. He took a deep breath when he saw the board was exactly as how they had left it. Even their Avatars remained standing where they were, completely transformed and still in the nude.

"So how do we start it again?" Tony asked.

"I don't know." Ben picked up the dice. "I suppose we just... Ah!" He dropped the dice immediately as they burned at his flesh. When he looked at his palm, he was somewhat surprised to find the burn marks immediately turning black and leathery. "Oooh boy... here we go..." he moaned softly.

There was no denying the rush from the transformation. He was shivering all over in anticipation. It was like flexing an old, unused muscle. His fingers were twitching and a dazed smile crawled onto his features. Some degree of sense managed to worm its way through his euphoric daze and he quickly peeled off his shirt. A soft gasp escaped him as the black claws jutted out from his fingertips, his fingernails vanished beneath the thick fuzz of black fur.

Ben dropped to the floor and kicked off his pants just as the transformation began creeping up his arm. Bulging, purple veins pulsated out from his shoulder, turning the muscle into nice, plump, round mounds of iron-like flesh. The corded ropes bulged beneath his soft, pink skin and wound around his bones slowly down his arm. His biceps quaked and grew with each beat of his heart. At the same time, the thick fur spread from his wrists up his forearm. The veins and fur met in the middle, just at his elbow, before quickly spreading in either direction. His forearm bulged through the fur and the veins were hidden by the folds of black fuzz.

He instinctively pulled his head away from the growing fur even as it spread from his shoulder and across the rest of his body. The veins heralded their path. He watched the rivers of purple course over his chest, pumping fresh mass into his pecs one at a time. Sweat began to roll off his body. The droplets followed the valleys of his pectorals before they were quickly absorbed by his fur. His pink nipples pressed out, nice and firm before the black fur surrounded them.

Ben lay on his back and hastily kicked off his pants and underwear. Under some compulsion to lengthen his body and extend the sensations of his transformation, he stretched his body. A soft moan left him as the veins tickled his abdominals, pushing them out against his skin. He felt the cool chill of the air against his sweaty six pack before the warmth of his fur wrapped them tightly in their embrace. His transformed right paw instinctively went down to his package, gripping this hard seven inch cock. With his eyes closed, he hoped to feel the transformation instead of see it.

When the faint pulsating sensation curled around his groin and seeped down his legs, he prised open his eyes in surprise. A grunt escaped him when his left thigh - then his right - bulged out, thick as tree trunks covered in black fur. His calves momentarily stung as they hardened, every muscle defined clearly through the thick fur. Clearly, his Avatar was a leg's man... or wolf as the case may seem. A soft growl escaped his lips as he lay back and the transformation trickled down his feet playfully. Like the Game was playing with him, the change pushed down his feet before retreating, like the warm waves of the ocean slowly eating away at the shores of his humanity. Black claws erupted from the tips of his toes, momentary sharp jabs of pain that ended with a sense of freedom.

Ben arched his back and rolled onto his belly. Like a thousand warm hands crawling over his back, the fur spread over his back, the heat stimulating the growth in his muscles and broadening his back. His spine popped softly as new vertebrae slid in between the old, feeling like warm fireworks rippling down his back. His tongue fell out of his lips, lengthening into its flat canine counterpart. Every pant he gave unleashed a fresh wave of pleasure down his spine, culminated just above his rounded, fluffy, bubble butt and pushing out of his skin to form his long, fluffy tail.

"Fuck..." he moaned as the transformation finally seeped up his neck, crawling all over his face. His lips fell open in a silent gasp of pleasure. The bones in his face stretched, jaws pushing out as his nose migrated forward with the rest of his features, giving him the typical lupine muzzle. His teeth stretched out, becoming sharp fangs built for mauling. There was slight discomfort from his ears moving to the top of his head and becoming the broad, triangular, fluffy dishes of a wolf but he did not mind it at all.

At long last, the moment he waited for came when he felt the bubbling of blood in his body leave the extremities of his lupine form and flood into his groin. It was almost too much for him and his cock became painfully erect. He was humping the ground, grunting and unable to think of anything else but sex much less do anything else. A feral growl erupted from his lips while the fresh, molten hot blood pulsed through his cock, filling it to breaking point. He felt the skin burning red hot and with an immense amount of willpower, he rolled back onto his back, staring at his cock over the mounds of his pecs as it turned a bright red. A goofy grin crossed his features as it grew with every pulse of his heart, tapering to a nice, 9 inch point with a solid knot at the base just above his round, fluffy balls.

He gave himself a light squeeze, moaning softly as a burst of precum squirted out of the tip and lathered onto his abs like someone had just dunked a cup of water onto his chest.

"Awwww!" Tony moaned. "Come on! I was about ready to cum!"

Ben looked up and was not at all that surprised to find Tony well and truly undressed, cock in hand. Though still human, he had to admit the English Major did look rather fetching... for a scrawny guy. He still much preferred lion Tony.

And he was going to get him.

Ben swiped the dice from the floor and tossed it absently into the air. The moment he caught the dice, he flashed Tony a devious grin. "Oh are you really?"

Without warning, he pounced on his roommate, pressing the dice hard against Tony's flat chest. They went down with a heavy thud and Tony gave a cry of surprise. That cry quickly transformed into a moan of deep pleasure as the dice grew hot under Ben's paws. The wolf pulled his paw - and the dice away - grinning from ear to ear as he watched strands of thick, brown fur spring up from Tony's chest and quickly spread. Like watching a forest grow in fast forward, the fur spread over Tony's pale flesh.

Tongue hanging from the side of his muzzle, Ben squeezed on Tony's chest, just over his nipples. He massaged them tenderly, enjoying the feeling of their mass growing more and more with each squeeze. Every time his fingers grabbed a piece of meat, that piece grew harder, firmer and bigger. He grinned when he saw those thick, bulging mounds pop up beneath his fingers, forming a clear cleft where the perfectly square pecs met. Tony's mane grew out from his chest, spreading rapidly up his neck and wrapping around his cheeks like a hungry monster.

Tony let out a deep moan which quickly evolved into a deep grown as his neck thickened and golden fur seeped out of his mane to wrap his face. His muzzle quickly grew in. Those stupid glasses he wore dropped off his broad, masculine features. Unable to resist any longer, Ben dove in, pressing his muzzle against Tony's.

There was a moment of surprise from the lion then broad, meaty paws wrapped around the back of Ben's head, turning it to the side so that their muzzles perfectly interlocked. A long, wet, lupine tongue brushed against a raspy, dry feline tongue, forming perfect synergy between them as the muscles all over Tony's body expanded and grew. The lion's chest and back bulged out with the sexual activity, having to roll the two sex-crazed animals over to be on top so that his tail could flare out and wave eagerly through the air. His bulging thighs wrapped around Ben's, interlocked perfectly as their claws toes raked gently against each other's veiny calves.

It was not long before Tony's prickly cock brushed up against Ben's slick, red rock.

Ben pulled away from the kiss. "Fuck..." he groaned softly. "We gotta save ourselves man..."

"Why?" Tony moaned, bending down and nibbling on Ben's neck, causing the wolf to let out a soft moan. "Fuck me, dude. Fuck me like you did before... I want you in me so badly!"

Chuckling softly, Ben pushed the lion away, slowly sitting up even with his cock so painfully at attention. "Would you prefer I fucked you crazy with this?" He pointed at his nine inch monster. "Or a magically enhanced one twice as big?"

Tony licking his lips was answer enough and the duo arranged themselves opposite to one another across the game board.

"It was my turn last go around," Ben said, picking up the die. He blew on it just for luck before sending them skittering down to the board. As they danced across the tiles, he was a little perplexed to find his Avatar had changed its pose and just recently. The wolf looked much more... confident now. It had one arm raised and its muzzle pressed against its own armpit like it was urging someone to lick them. Not that it wasn't sexy... just... odd.

Was his Avatar trying to tell him something?

His six sided dice landed on a four and his Avatar took enough time to stop sniffing himself and moved forward four spaces onto a green tile. Wary of how the last green tile had affected him but knowing full well he couldn't divulge his more carnal desires to Tony, Ben reached towards the pile of green cards and tentatively picked one up.

"Single effect," he read. "Target: Next player to roll." Glancing over at the chart for green effects, he picked up the twenty-sided dice and took a deep breath. Not knowing full well the effects of any of these, he was unsure what was positive and what was negative.

"Well, come on," Tony said, urging him forward. "Throw already!"

"Alright, alright," he growled. He threw the die and watched it land on 15. "Aw damnit..."

Tony's face fell. "What? Is it bad?" For some reason, the lion's paws instantly went to his crotch. Really showed where his priorities were.

"15 on the chart means 'extra turn'," Ben said, handing the lion the dice. "That means you get to roll twice."

"Sweet!" Tony took the die and shook it vigorously in his paw. "Come on! Papa's looking for some new shoes!"

"Shoes? Really?"

"Hey, after the last time we played, I lost a whole set of clothes and my shoes. Can you blame me?"

That was a fair point. "I got some cash last game anyway, remember?" Ben responded. "I'll grab you some stuff if you want."

"Nah. I've got a one in twenty chance of getting any amount of cash I want. Better than most lotteries!" Tony threw the die, watching it land on a six. He gave a loud 'whoop' and watched his Avatar progress further towards his Finish than Ben's. It landed on a red tile. Grinning broadly, the lion swiped up the red card, dangling it in front of Ben's nose with a grin. "So whatcha think? Millionaire or billionaire?"

"Just roll the dice."

"Billionaire it is!" Tony smugly turned to card to himself. His eyes glanced over the letters and his whiskers drooped. "Aw damn... Double effect. Target: Next player to roll."

"I'm thinking zillionaire," Ben said, tapping his chin tauntingly.

"One in twenty chance!" Tony snapped and hurled the d20 at the Game. His heart jumped to his throat when he saw the white '1' imprinted on the black die. However, he was relieved when that was all on that face of the die. Just a 1. "One," he breathed with a sigh. "What does that mean?"

Ben shrugged and picked up the chart for the red die. He scratched his head when he read, "Muscle growth? What does that - Urgh!"

Like hot magma had been pumped straight into his muscles, Ben felt his veins burn. He fell onto his back, gnashing his teeth together and grunting as every muscle fibre in his body was set ablaze. It was far from painful. Somehow, he managed to keep his eyes open. His pecs undulated with each breath and gasp, pushing outwards and becoming rounder, firmer and juicer each time his chest rose and fell. His fur seemed to thin out as they were forced to cover more surface area. The sensation of fire died and his chest felt like he had just bench pressed an entire car. The lava had cooled and what was left was solid, rock-hard pectorals.

It was far from over, however. With his chest done, the heat distributed its strength elsewhere. It immediately flooded into the nearest body parts, pumping into his neck, shoulders and abdominals. Ben clutched his stomach, grimacing and tightening them. Right beneath his fingers, the muscles grew and hardened. As much as he tried to keep them down, they pushed out anyway. His thick, black fur could no longer hide their defined, chiselled form. He gave his abs an absent brush and his cock jerked at the feel of those hard, rounded plates of armour-like flesh. His shoulders cooled, becoming firm, rounded and solid.

The heat pulsated into his biceps and he found the strength to sit up to place them in the typical double bicep pose. The grunt that escaped him was less from the rising heat in his body and more from an effort to keep himself from losing his load there and there. Thick veins pressed up against his biceps and triceps as they bulged, making a clear, twisting line through his fur. That river easily flooded into his forearms which large enough to accommodate his bulging upper arms. His eyes travelled down towards his legs, watching them twitch and squirm in pleasure as the pulsating heat cooled and left them looking like chorded, black iron.

Left panting, Ben found rolls of sweat rolling all over his body and the distinct musk of man and wolf in the air. Every droplet of sweat caused his fur to glisten, pressing it securely against the bulging muscles all over his body. He could not deny he was incredibly aroused though he was a little embarrassed that his 9 inch cock looked so puny compared to the rest of his thick, muscular form.

"Holy... shit..." Tony whispered. "You hulked out!"

Grinning through the sexual haze that hung over him, Ben groggily got to his feet and turned towards the mirror just behind their door. 'Hulked out' seemed about appropriate. He was simply huge. A football player sized wolf. Perhaps not as tall but certainly just as muscular and definitely ripped.

"Fuck..." he grunted, flexing his muscles. "I look good!"

A thick, hot rod pressed up against his thighs and Tony's muzzle pressed up against his neck. "I'll say. What say you, your muscles and the twins..." He squeezed Ben's hot, firm butt. "... get in that bed and see if my tongue can map all these valleys and chasms?" For emphasis, he ran his raspy tongue up Ben's arm right at the divide between bicep and tricep.

As much as that sounded good, Ben had other ideas.

He hooked His thick arm around Tony's neck and forcibly dragged the lion towards the Game. The feeling of power over someone else was a rush he never felt before. Having his sweaty armpit pushed up against Tony's nose was an added bonus.

"Better idea. Why don't you..." He picked up the d6 and shoved it into Tony's wandering paws. "... roll again?"

"You're no fun," Tony muttered, pushing away with a pout.

"We're here to play." Then he winked and added, "Afterwards, we can play."

A smirk crossed the lion's features as he picked up the die and gave it another throw. It landed on a two and his Avatar moved casually two spaces forward onto a blue tile.

Both players instantly exchanged glances.

This was what they were fearing.

Blue tiles were meant to affect the Immaterial... They quickly reviewed the blue tile chart and their hearts sank.

"Memory replace, kink, romance, personality change...?" Ben murmured.

"We better be careful with this one," Tony said, picking up the d20 and regarding it with more reverence than before. "Even one change in the past will be enough to the very course of history. OR at least that person's decisions from this point on." He next picked up a blue card and took a deep breath through his fangs. "Irreversible. Target: Anyone but self."

"You better not make me your fucking sex slave," Ben growled.

"Dude, please. If anything, I want your cock in me."

"Then you better not make me gay!"

Tony gave him an exasperated look.

"Gay_er_... Just roll."

Tony hesitated a moment. If he learned anything from his psychology classes, it was that even the smallest of triggers would often lead to enormous repercussions. It may not seem like much at the time but as a firm believer of nurture over nature, he knew all too well what changing a trigger or even adding or removing one could do to a person.

He let the die drop from his fingers.

Time seemed to slow as they both watched it fall, spinning wildly, numbers flashing before their eyes. The boom of the die striking the board felt like the sounds of the world ending. Neither boy breathed as a 1 appeared before them... and then vanished as the die rolled to a 15. Then, a 20... and then a 6...

And finally...

... a 3.

Ben breathed a sigh of relief and Tony was sure that was a good sign.

"What is it?" the lion asked.

"Truth," the hunky wolf said, sounding extremely relieved. He sat back on his haunches and gave Tony the go ahead. "I guess you ask me anything and I have to answer truthfully."

"Oh." There was some part of Tony that was disappointed at that outcome. Still, he was comforted that this blue tile was not so... devious. He glanced at his path however and a frown appeared on his muzzle. His path was laden with blue tiles. Ben's however had a majority of reds. Was there something to be said there?

"You mentioned before that your parents caught you kissing a girl?" he asked. "What happened?"

Ben shrugged and waved away the question. "It was stupid. I was in middle school and there was this girl I liked. It was an innocent peck on the lips and my parents totally freaked out! They were all about 'extramarital relationships' and 'safe sex'! My dad was the worst! He grounded me for a month and forced me to study day in day out to keep mind off 'impure thoughts'."

Ben snarled, folding his impressive arms across his equally impressive chest and turned his gaze away. "They say that they're okay with people's choices whether it's to be gay, abort a child, have sex before they're married or whatever else just as long as it doesn't happen within their world."

"Did you stop seeing that girl?"

"Had too. My parents said so."

"Why though?" Tony retorted. "Any other teenager would have gone out of his way to disobey his parents! They would've snuck out every day and seen that girl each and every day regardless of what their parents said! They would've snuck phone calls, used internet chat rooms and snuck kisses in school!"

"In case you couldn't tell, I'm not like most teenagers," Ben muttered, gesturing at his furry, lupine body. "And don't you go mentioning anything about repressed homosexual tendencies!"

"I wasn't about to," Tony laughed. He wondered how much of that was influenced by the Game and how much had been given voluntarily by Ben. He picked up the die and handed it to his friend. "Your roll."

Ben threw the dice with a huff. It landed on a four and his Avatar strode forward another four spaces onto another red square. A quick look at the red card revealed that he was the target and the effect was to be multiplied by six.

Shrugging, the wolf picked up the d20 and threw it. It landed on a 5. He wasn't so much into the Game anymore as he was thinking about the events of that moment when he had kissed that girl. He could not help but wonder if that little incident with his parents had affected how he was so attracted to the lion sitting across from him right now. Even though Tony's cock had gone slightly flaccid and had started shrinking back into his sheath, Ben's was still rock hard and every time he glanced over at the lion, a little bit of precum squirted out of the red tip.

A shiver ran down his spine.

"Ben!"

"What!?" he growled back.

It took him a moment to realise that he felt a little higher up than usual. As he peered down at himself, he found the distance between nose and his cock growing farther and farther. His muscles stretched to become longer, making him hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His back popped loudly and when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw his spine adding new vertebrae between old and adding a good six inches to his height. The change was surprisingly short lived but its effect was felt readily throughout his entire body.

Ben felt a little dizzy and disoriented from suddenly being so high up. It was like having a growth spurt all over again and feeling clumsy in his own feet. "Whoa..." he murmured softly.

"Height..." Tony said, nodding to himself with a smile. "I like you taller."

"Don't get used to it," Ben growled, shoving the dice at the lion. "Throw."

The smirk on the lion's face spoke of some hidden agenda as he threw for his move. His Avatar leapt forward three spaces on a yellow square. Tony picked up the coloured card and chuckled. "Move to the closest blue tile and act upon its effect."

His Avatar moved another two spaces forward to the next blue tile. Tony picked up a blue card next, reading aloud, "Reversible Effect. Target: Self." He chuckled mildly to himself. "Oh goody. Looks like I get to mess with my own psyche. Never before has a man had the power to alter his own persona so readily. I wonder... Do we truly control our own lives when we do not have this level of power over ourselves?"

"Tony," Ben growled. "Be careful. I like you how you are right now. If you end up turning yourself into a sex-crazed, axe-wielding murderer, I'm about as big as you so I can probably take you down."

Rolling his eyes, Tony threw the d20 and watched it roll to a 19. "What's it say?"

Ben frowned at the chart. "Wish," he read. "You get a wish then?"

"I once heard that a Wish is just Hope's lazy, deadbeat cousin," Tony said, picking up the d20 again and rolling it in his paw. "Hope is worth working for but a Wish... it's instant gratification with little to present by way of a future."

"I think I liked you better when you were horny."

Tony smiled faintly as he considered his wish. What he wanted - what he wanted to wish for - was infinitely simple. He wanted the big, muscly wolf to fuck him right there and then. He craved that erect cock in his ass, he wanted to rub his chiselled body against the sculpted obsidian wall that was Ben.

However... that was instant gratification. Where would the future be in that?

He closed his eyes and made his wish.

"Well?" Ben demanded. "Where's your wish?"

Tony smirked at him. "If I tell you, it won't come true."

"So much the better in my opinion," the wolf grunted. "This game is evil."

"Only we can make it evil," Tony replied. He gave Ben back the dice. "Hey... about how your father wailing on you about kissing that girl..."

"I told you everything. And it wasn't a girl. It was a guy."

Tony raised his eyebrows. "A guy...?"

"Look, you had me on that damn truth card. I couldn't lie. Like I said, it was a guy."

Tony smiled quietly to himself and gestured for the wolf to proceed. "Okay then. Your go."

Sighing, Ben regarded the dice, shaking his head concerning the memory of kissing that boy. It was a stupid high school crush but he wasn't so sure that being grounded for a month was justified for it. He was... experimenting, right? There was no harm in that. He was sure that if it had been a girl, he wouldn't have been grounded. Still, kissing that boy... it felt so right and at the same time a little wrong...

He threw the d6 and watched it roll to a 6. To his surprise, his Avatar landed on a yellow square. The card ordered him to go back to the square he was previously, much to his chagrin. Back to his original red square, he picked up a red card...

"Instant effect," he read. "Target: Anyone but self." He lifted an eyebrow and regarded Tony. "Guess that means you. Any particular requests?"

"As long as I don't get really fat," Tony answered. He flexed his biceps, noting the glint of desire in Ben's eyes. "I like being a lean, mean, fuzzy machine."

"Right..." Ben threw the d20 and it landed on 19 rather definitively. "Okay... That's new." He picked up the chart to regard it. When his eyes flashed with confusion and worry, Tony feared he would bloat up like some balloon and shied back. "Slave..."

"Slave...?" Tony repeated. For a moment, he wondered if Ben would suddenly be salivating for him, falling to his every beck and call. While that was a very arousing thought, ethics prevented him from wishing it. He wanted a lover as a lover not as a sex slave.

A knock came to their door and both players regarded each other in horror.

Ben placed a finger against his lips, gesturing that they not say a word.

Another knock came, this time far more insistent.

They both stared at the door in anticipation.

A third knock came... followed by a strangely familiar voice. "Please master, let me in."

Both of them exchanged glances. Slowly, Ben got to his feet and cautiously approached the door. As he undid the locks, he detected the distinct scent of feline wafting in from the other side of the door. As he pulled the door open, the scent grew stronger. His eyes boggled as he saw who was standing on the opposite side. He immediately flung it open, seized the paw of the lion and yanked him inside. He shut the door with a slam, locking it securely.

"Master!" the young lion exclaimed, his voice identical to Tony's when he had been human. The new feline leapt straight into Tony's stunned arms. The nude, athletically built lion didn't have a full mane yet though he did have a reddish tuft of fur at the top of his head and a light dusting of similarly coloured fur over the smooth, golden fur over his firm pecs.

"My... slave...?" Tony replied, shrugging absently at Ben.

"This... Could get problematic..." Ben murmured, sitting back down opposite to his roommate.

His slave sat up, beaming brightly with tail wagging excitedly. "How may I be of service, master?"

Exchanging glances the roommates and shrugged at one another. Ben gestured for Tony to take the question and the lion could only stare at his 'slave' blankly.

"Erm... sit quietly while we play the Game...?"

"Of course, master. Your wish is my every command!"

"Sidebar," Ben demanded and both felines got up, following Ben towards the far corner of the room. The wolf turned towards the new lion. "Not you. Sit over there." He pointed at the opposite end of the room. The 'slave' turned towards Tony who nodded and he happily skipped over to Tony's bed, lounging down on the mattress and fondling himself playfully.

"This Game just took a new turn for the worst," Ben muttered, speaking in a whisper with his eyes darting towards the 'slave'. "We can't keep him."

"What choice do we have?" Tony answered, fighting the smile on his muzzle. "From an initial glance, he looks to be one of those innocent, easily influenced types. Do you want to be responsible for setting loose an anthropomorphic lion onto the world when he'll tell everyone that he came from our 'Game'? Need I remind you about all those movies where the government sees something strange and abducts the unsuspecting teenagers for their experiments?"

"You watch too many movies." Ben shook his head. "Whatever... Just keep him in line."

"Don't worry. Steve will behave."

"You named him?"

"Of course! Wouldn't you?" Grinning broadly, Tony brushed past Ben and whispered, "Besides, I bet there's some wolfish instinct deep inside you that craves for a pack."

The twitch of Ben's cock and a hearty squirt of precum was answer enough and the duo returned to the Game.

Tony picked up the d6 and threw it. He was a little disappointed to see it land on a 1 and his Avatar strutted forward a single space. At this point, he was not at all surprised to find he had landed on yet another blue square and there was a smaller lion standing next to his Avatar, an exact replica of the 'slave' he now possessed.

As he picked up the blue card, he said, "Is your dad homophobic at all?"

Ben's hackles rose. "That's none of your businesses."

"I know you told me the truth when you said he grounded you for kissing that gir - erm - guy. But come on, one gay man to another."

"I am not gay," Ben snarled.

"Fine. But what was your dad's reaction when he caught you?"

"Just read the card."

Tony regarded the words, 'Irreversible. Target: Anyone but self.' He said, "Reversible. Target: Self." He gently plucked the d20 from the ground and pondered his next move. Eyes firmly on the Game, he decided to try and play his hand now. If luck was on his side... well... He might just get a chance to make things better for Ben.

He threw the dice and watched it roll. It skittered across the ground, rolling through the strands of carpet until it came to a halt at the number 11. That one he had personally remembered because it was just so dangerous.

Personality change.

Both roommates took a deep breath through their respective fangs and exchanged glances.

"At least you get to choose your own change," Ben murmured. "Not that I don't trust you but I feel better that no one has the power over my personality."

Tony managed a wry smile. "One could argue that we never truly do have that power. We are but products of years of experience and -"

"Just please change your personality," Ben interrupted. "I like you and all but from time to time, your philosophical debates just go over my head."

Smiling, Tony said, "Then what do you say I change myself so I don't go off on a rant like that so often?"

Eyebrows lifted, Ben said, "You'd do that for me?" He leaned forward, ears folded against his skull. "Are you hitting on me?"

"Depends. Is it working?"

For the first time since they had roomed together, Tony saw a genuine smile on Ben's face - muzzle. The wolf sat back and said, "I guess it says a lot about a person that they are willing to change themselves for you. Make your change. I'll see if I still like you afterwards."

"Sure."

Tony wished for the change but never vocalised it because he had no intention of altering the frequency of his rants. He made a mental note to cut back on the debates but what he wanted the Game to change was far from himself.

He wanted Ben's dad to change.

"Your turn," he said, handing the dice to his roommate.

Though they had traded the dice multiple times before and they had lain with each other during the last 'end game', the moment their fingers brushed against one another sent a new fire through Tony's body. It was something different. It made him feel giddy, excited and very aroused. Soft paws brushed against his body and he turned to find his slave smiling at him, paws quickly sliding towards his crotch.

"Will you keep him in check please?" Ben growled, throwing his d6 down. It landed on a 2 and his face fell. "Uh oh..."

"What?"

Ben's Avatar strode forward two spaces.

Onto a black tile.

"Eep."

Darkness seeped out of the Game, quickly consuming their dorm room. Tony hugged his slave - Steve - on instinct. The young lion's fur against his own felt so warm and comforting. Hard muscle pressed back up against him only making him crave Ben's body all the more. He hated to admit it to himself, but when it came to men he was shallow. He loved big, bulky, muscular men. Losing himself in the curves of a man's pecs and abs was his favourite past time. If there was any form of hypnotism that could affect him it was the firm jiggling of perfectly square pecs and chiselled abdominal muscles. That or the swaying of a shapely, muscled, bubble butt.

As the darkness became all consuming, there was a sudden, thunderous boom.

Like his wish had come true, a stream of hard, muscled men came shooting out of the distance and zooming straight towards them. Both roommates gave a shout as the line stopped just a short distance away from them. The inky blackness was instantly replaced by the rusted, hot embrace of a factory. The men - each of them covered in head to toe in fur and some form of anthropomorphic anima - stood naked in front of them, lined up on a conveyor belt.

A scoreboard appeared above each line.

"The game is," the female announcer's voice boomed again, "Hot Dog Eating Competition."

That... That had innuendo dripping from it and looking at the men in front of him, Tony had no doubt he knew what was coming. Poor Ben looked horrified at the amount of cock that bounced in front of him, flaccid yet still incredibly impressive.

"Over the course of 30 minutes, players will proceed to arouse the line of men in front of them. Each line is identical. A point is obtained upon successful ejaculation of the target male. You may use all your resources to your advantage to achieve orgasm. Every proceeding male has decreased sensitivity and will be harder to arouse.

Time begins in ten... nine..."

"Wait a second!" Ben shouted. "You expect me to suck these guys off!?"

"Eight... seven... six..."

"No way!" Ben cried. "I refuse to participate."

"Five... four..."

"Doesn't look like you have a choice," Tony replied, taking up position in front of the first guy. The man was a heavily muscled bull, thick plump cock firmly secured in a brown sheath over a pair of heavy balls. "Either you play or you get a beard like me."

"Three..."

Grimacing, Ben knelt in front of his bull.

"Two..."

"This is so gay..." Ben growled.

"One..."

Tony smirked. "You would know."

The look of shock from Ben made him miss the mark.

"Begin."

Tony instantly dove at his bull's crotch, long raspy tongue lashing out and expertly diving into that furry sheath. He had never sucked off a cock in a sheath before but instincts took over and he just closed his eyes, letting his body do all the work. His left paw reached over and gripped the bull's balls, squeezing them tightly while his right crawled up those chiselled abs and navigated the mountains of those pecs until he found the peak - the bull's erect nipples. The bull let out a loud, moo and his cock eagerly jumped out of its sheath, diving straight into Tony's salivating throat.

Tony gave the nipple a quick squeeze...

"Fuck!" the bull cried.

Hot, bull cream seeped into his throat which he eagerly devoured. The molten, minotaur seed drove him wild, his cock springing from his sheath and begging for more.

"Point Player Anthony."

The conveyor belt hummed to life and the bull pulled away from Tony. Even as the lion desperately grasped for the bull's cock, the bovine stepped away and stood idly aside, staring blankly into space even though his fur was flushed with pleasure and his cock was still dripping with cum. Tony made to chase him down but then the sheath of horse was shoved into his face.

"Hell yeah!" he cried and wrapped his muzzle around that waiting cock.

Thicker and longer than the bull's, the next cock that got shoved in his muzzle radiated warmth and filled his nostrils with the head musk of male. He almost lost himself in the sensation but remembered that he was playing a game. Eagerly, Tony wrapped his lips around his fangs, preventing any damage to the delicious, meaty sausage. He sucked long and hard, making the horse neigh in pleasure. Tony gripped both the horse's nipples, giving them a firm twist. Like the knobs to a sink, semen burst from that thick cock just as he twisted.

"Point Player Anthony."

The conveyor belt hummed and the horse jumped off.

Tony wiped the cum from his muzzle and cast a gaze over at Ben who was still struggling with the bull. The poor wolf's eyes were shut tight and he was struggling to pull off some decent sucks on that thick cock. It was almost like he was just suckling on the tip and little else.

"Come on, Ben!" he shouted. "There's more to a man than his cock! Work the body!"

He turned to his next 'customer' and grinned at the thick, meaty bear that appeared. Bigger in mass than the rest of previous clients, Tony was a little disappointed at the comparatively smaller penis. Whatever the case, he took the entire nine inch cock into his muzzle, rolling his tongue over and under the slick, pink member as he squeezed on tree-trunk sized thighs and rubbed his naked body all over the beast's body. His own cock was throbbing hard, demanding release and it was quickly distracting him.

"Point Player Benjamin."

He glanced over at Ben who had finally gotten off the bull. The wolf looked both shocked and defeated as cum dribbled out from the corner of his longer muzzle. As Ben began to service the next customer - another horse - Tony was pleased to see a spark of... something in the wolf's eyes.

Smiling, Tony took his time with the bear, fondling those furry balls and making long, drawn out sucks on the delicious, salty cock. His own member became distracting as his mind became conflicted between winning the challenge and getting himself off. Perhaps there was a lesson in that but he brushed it aside.

The bear let out a titanic roar and a sizable amount of warm cum spilled into Tony's throat in short bursts. The lion swallowed eagerly. As the conveyor belt began to move, he turned towards Steve.

"Point Player Anthony."

"Hey buddy. I need some help here." He pointed at his cock. "This is distracting me."

"Sure thing, master!" Steve exclaimed and jumped to his aid, wrapping his own muzzle around Tony's cock. Already immensely hard from sucking off three highly sensitive guys, Tony was about ready to blow the moment his muzzle felt the warm, slick muzzle of his slave.

Tony decided to savour the moment as a bulky rhino came rolling front of him, torso built like a tank and with his muscles so strained beneath his thick hide that every inch of his body looked about ready to burst into a ferocious explosion of man and meat. Grinning, the lion took the rhino's sheath in his muzzle and began to suck greedily.

"Point Player Benjamin."

That surprised him. Ben was adjusting quicker than he had anticipated but Tony still had a two point advantage. Pushing aside his competition from his mind, Tony sucked off the incredibly thick meat that lay in front of him. Unlike the others, the rhino was gargantuan in girth even if he was just average in length. It was hard fitting the monster into his muzzle.

He gave up a minute in and instead quickly lapped at the rhino's cock from all directions. That brought the reaction he wanted. Using all he had learned, Tony squeezed nipples, round, muscular buttocks and ran other body parts to brink the burst of semen that he sought desperately wanted.

The rhino gave a lusty cry and semen burst from his cock, spraying all over Tony's face and momentarily blurring the lion's vision.

"Point Player Anthony."

"Point Player Benjamin."

Tony spun towards Ben to see the wolf gasping hard as his version of the bear strode off and a rhino came before him. They exchanged glances. That look in Ben's eyes was not the surrender of a man to his true nature but the spark of a man's desire to win evolving into an all-consuming fire.

The game was on.

Tony spun towards his next customer, a slightly portly boar. Brown fur and a thin layer of fat concealed what would have been strong abdominal muscles but the lion did not mind. This was a man he got to suck off and that was one more man than he expected. He eagerly down in, taking the pig's long cock into his muzzle and sucking for his life. The thick meat in his muzzle felt so right and as he bobbed his head up and down, he formed a rhythm with his hips, bucking into Steve's throat.

"Time remaining is: 20 minutes."

At that announcement, the pig burst and emotionlessly stepped aside. Tony was left grasping for more as his cock begged for release. His entire body felt flushed, ready to burst and he groaned as he thrust his cock deep into Steve. He couldn't resist any longer and resisted the urge to grab the next cock that came dangling at his face just to hump his slave's muzzle.

"Point Player Anthony."

That was good... He was extending his lead. He grunted, gripping Steve's scruff as he viciously shoved his cock deep into that muzzle. The same rough tongue he used on these guys brushed against his sensitive cock, tickling the little nubs and barbs all over his sensitive pink flesh and sending shivers all over his body. Every shape of his body sent a shower of droplets drizzling to the ground.

His eyes rolled up into the back of his head...

"Point Player Benjamin."

"What!?" he cried just as his cock erupted into a blast of molten hot seed. His mind hazed over. His body convulsed from the thunderous quakes of his body forcibly quenching the deep need that had been building up inside of him since the first time they had opened that game board.

He almost toppled completely over but used Steve for support as the smaller lion eagerly lapped up the remnants of cum around his cock. As he took heavy, ragged breaths, he detected a heady scent in the air. It made his cock instantly go hard and filled his mind with sex.

It didn't take him long to realise just what it was.

Ben's sex-inducing pheromones.

What did that card say?

'As a reward, you have now obtained the Pheromones ability, allowing you stimulate the sex drive of anyone around you so long as their strength of will is low.'

One look at the dumbfounded, blankly staring, muscled men in front of him screamed 'low of will'.

"That sneaky bastard..." Tony muttered. "Two can play at that game... Steve! Help me get off these guys!"

"With pleasure!"

He caught Ben's malicious stare but ignored it and shoved the cock of the next man in his muzzle. He didn't care who or what it was anymore. He just kept sucking. At the same time, Steve was crawling all over the man's body, lathering kisses and fondling sensitive nipples.

What came next was could be best described as a 'rain of cum'.

"Point Player Benjamin."

"Point Player Anthony."

"Point Player Benjamin."

"Point Player Anthony."

"Point Player Benjamin."

"Point Player Anthony."

"Time remaining is: 5 minutes."

His heart leaping to his throat as the conveyor belt moved, Tony glanced up at the score. He was one point away from Ben, just barely keeping a lead. He couldn't afford anymore distractions. It did not help that on top of sucking off several hot, muscular guys, Ben's pheromones had filled the arena and he was hard as hell. Each guy was getting harder and harder to get off physically and even with Steve's help, he was just hanging onto his lead.

The next man came in front of him.

And his heart, which had lodged firmly in his throat, quickly soared down into his cock and let out an eager burst of precum.

Standing in front of him was the father of all wolves. He was stall, jet-black in colour and covered with so many bulging, iron corded muscles that he was more metal than man! One look into the wolf's eyes and he could not help but think about Ben and just how hot he would look to be that big. Hell, bigger.

Tony leaned forward, taking in the scent of that fuzzy sheath and the manhood that lay nestled deep inside.

"Point Player Benjamin."

"Shit."

"Time remaining is: 4 minutes."

He dove in, nuzzling that sheath and suckling on those balls. He rubbed his nose into the base of that sheath, urging the cock to rise. Stubbornly, the red tip remained firmly kept inside that fuzzy compartment. Growling, he wrapped his lips around the sheath and forced his tongue deep into the furry folds of flesh. The wolf reacted at that point, grunting and bucking his hips.

Success!

He could feel the pulse of the wolf against his tongue and its quickening pace. The first inches of the wolfhood came rising out and he eagerly sucked on it, lathering it with his saliva while his fingers worked tirelessly to fondle those thick, furry orbs. At the same time, he reached behind the wolf, under the tail and in between those thick, muscles of his ass. He pressed his finger into the tight ass ring and got another inch or two of that wolf cock as a reward.

His heart sank, however, when he heard heavy grunts coming from the other conveyor belt. A quick glance there and he saw some hot wolf-on- wolf action. Ben was going all out. He had thrown the wolf onto the ground and pressed his hot body against the target's. With the wolf's head cradled in his thick thighs, Ben lay over the wolf in the classic sixty-nine position, sucking off that fully erect cock complete with knot.

"Time remaining is: 3 minutes."

Something in Tony just said, 'fuck it' and he turned back to his wolf, enjoying the moment as he fondled and sucked. The wolf's hot body beneath his fingers quivered in delight as more and more of that cock came rising out into his muzzle.

"Steve," he commanded. "Fuck me."

"Yes master!"

He felt his slave's athletic body press up against his back, warm paws curling around his body and one eagerly grasping his cock. Grunting softly, Tony bucked his hips, clenching his ass in anticipation of what would come next. When he felt Steve's hot, feline cock pressed up against his ass, he breathed in the heavy scent of the wolf in front of him and the pheromone-saturated air. His mind instantly went blank and all he could think about was sex-sex-sex-sex!

"Time remaining is: 2 minutes."

Tony bucked his hips and as a result, jabbed himself with Steve's cock. A flash of pain and pleasure erupted all throughout his body and he quivered for more. The delicious 'hot dog' in his muzzle squirmed as a knot began to form at the massive 12 inch monster. Tony was sucking at the tip, his muzzle barely able to devour three quarters of the length. That left plenty of room for his paws to squeeze on the sensitive flesh remaining and urge the cum to build up to the tip.

"Point Player Benjamin."

"Time remaining is: 1 minute."

Tony moaned softly as Steve's thrusts became increasingly fierce and his own cock began yearning for release. The cock in his muzzle began to squirt copious loads of precum deep into his throat. The warm, salty liquid was his ambrosia and he desired more.

"Time remaining is: 45 seconds."

His mind blurred, that haze just before orgasm.

"Time remaining is: 30 seconds."

The cock in his muzzle suddenly went rigid.

He might actually get a point and go for a tie!

"Time remaining is: 20 seconds."

Then it happened.

Steve threw his head back and let out a fierce, titanic roar. Hot cum exploded into Tony's ass and the blast filled him with so much warmth. The sensation kicked off some response in the rest of his body, urging him to cum himself. When Steve's paw squeezed hard on his cock, he could do little to stop it.

"Oh fuck!" he shouted, pulling away from the wolf's cock. His cum sprayed out of his dick, spraying all over the wolf's massive, tree-trunk like legs, white splatters on a black field. His mind quickly dazed over and the twitching of Steve's cock in his ass wiped all other sentience in his mind, disconnecting his thoughts from the rest of his body.

"Time remaining is: 10 seconds... Nine... eight...."

Tony fell back, exhausted, spent and feeling incredibly warm in Steve's arms.

"... seven... six... five... four..."

As he lay on the floor, spooning with this slave, he watched the red cock on the wolf slowly recede back into his sheath.

"three... two... one..."

Tony closed his eyes and resigned himself to his loss...

But not before he heard something that surprised him.

"Point Player Benjamin."

*****

"Good game," Tony said, examining himself in the mirror.

Behind him, Ben was grunted softly as he dressed himself again. Tony had his pants on but stood in front of the mirror with a thick forest of chest hair forming a sharp triangle that ended just at base of his pecs. And he had pecs now. His body was trim, athletic when before it had been pasty, flat and lifeless. He liked it especially the light dusting of soft, golden hair that covered his arms. And legs. It was nothing out of the ordinary...

Yet.

"So what ability did you get this time?" Tony asked.

"Some bullshit about 'muscle growth inducing semen'," Ben muttered. "I swear this Game is turning me gay."

"Can't turn something you already are."

"Watch it," Ben growled.

Tony turned around to face his roommate, arms crossed against his chest. He liked the feeling of his flesh against his new, muscles body and the fur on his chest. "Ben..."

Rolling his eyes, Ben offered Tony a wry smile. "Okay... Fine. Don't need to go all philosophical or psychological on me. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm gay... Just... Don't let anyone else find out, okay? I still need to work this out."

Raising his hand in a solemn oath, Tony said, "I swear. I know what it's like to keep this big of a secret."

"You never told me about your parents," Ben said.

"That's because you didn't get a truth roll."

"Do I have to fuck it out of you?"

Tony returned Ben's smile with a coy smile of his own. "That could be a start."

Then the knock came.

The roommates exchanged worried glances.

Could it be Steve?

Tony doubted they could keep an anthropomorphic 'slave lion' secret for long. He threw on a shirt and opened the door.

Standing in front of him was a man he had never seen before... though he seemed familiar.

"Hi there..." the man said, his voice coarse and laden with emotion. "My name is David Chambers. I'm looking for my son."

Tony's jaw dropped and it hit the floor the moment he heard Ben said, "Dad? What are you doing here?"

He stepped aside as Ben let his father in. There was no mistaking the resemblance now. They had the same hair and the same eye colour. It surprised him how he didn't see the connection immediately.

"Son," David said, fighting back tear. "I just... I just wanted to tell you something before you heard it from anyone else."

"Um... Okay." When David glanced over at Tony, Ben said, "It's okay dad. He's a good friend. What's up?"

Taking a long, ragged breath, David Chamber said the one sentence every child was loathed to hear. "Your mother and I are getting divorced."

Tony's heart instantly sank.

"Oh no..."