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The Game v2.0 - Round 3

The piercing stare that Ben gave Tony was more than enough to chill the blood of the English Major.

"Sidebar," Ben demanded and strode past his puzzled and crushed father, seizing Tony's arm and pulling him outside of their dormitory. He slammed the door shut with enough force to shake the entire floor.

He whirled around to face Tony, growling just like his lupine self. "What did you do?" he demanded in slow, deliberate tones.

"Nothing!" Tony exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

That... was a complete and utter lie. In the last round of the Game, he had picked up a personality altering card. It had read 'Irreversible. Target: Anyone but self'. His target: Ben's father. His change... to make Mr. Chambers more accepting of homosexuals. Unfortunately, he had lied to Ben about the effects of the card, claiming that it was reversible and that the target was Tony.

His own ideals came back to haunt him as he remembered just how easily a simple change, no matter how small or miniscule, could potentially change a person's life completely and utterly especially when it was something that was at the core of that very person.

Tony had no idea that Mr. Chambers' homophobia formed such a big part of his life.

"Tell me the truth!" Ben snarled, seizing Tony's collar. Unfortunately, the effects of the Game had bled into reality and Tony was already much bigger in stature than Ben by far.

The taller young man brushed aside Ben's hands and gave him a penetrating stare. "Fine. I may have lied about that last blue card I got. The target was... 'anyone but self'."

"Doesn't that just affect players!?"

"Read the fine print, Ben," Tony murmured gruffly, more mad at himself than anyone else. "It means we can alter anyone."

Ben was reaching panic mode. He spun around, gripping his temples and hyperventilating. He then turned around back towards Tony, eyes desperate for a solution. "It's still reversible, right?"

"Yes," Tony lied... again.

"Okay." Slowly, the shorter young man's breathing returned to normal. "That means we just have to keep playing the Game and reverse the change. The chances are against us but you have to promise me that if you ever get a card like that again, you will change my dad back!"

"I promise," Tony responded, lifting his hand up in a solemn oath. "And Ben... I'm sorry. I didn't know this would happen."

"Some philosophy major you turned out to be," Ben growled and re-entered their dorm room, alone.

He stood at the door, a little numb at what would come next. Every part of him was livid that Tony had changed his father just like that. Further proof that the Game was dangerous and should be ended immediately. One look at Tony and he knew the cursed thing had its claws dug deep into him. There was nothing more he wanted than to return things to normal. Hell, he was content to change his father back and leave the Game with Tony to let it devour his soul or whatever its goal was. However, he too had observed just how many blue tiles were on Tony's path and he had no doubt, that given the chance, the 'lion' would use those to keep him in the Game longer.

It frightened him and he was determined to set down some firm ground rules the second they got back in there.

But first...

He sat down next to his father, unsure what to do as David Chambers looked at the picture of their family sitting on Ben's bedside table.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, dad?" he asked softly. "I mean... Didn't you love mom?"

David let out a long, ragged sigh. For a moment, he was very still... Then he shook his head. "Ben, it's time you knew. Your mother and I were never in love." His brown eyes locked directly with Ben's. "I slept your mother as part of a dare when I was a senior in high school. We were both drunk, stupid and when it was over, we instantly regretted it. That's why we have always been so restrictive on you about sex. We never wanted you to make the same mistakes we did."

"So... You guys were just staying together for my sake?" He refused to believe anything his father was saying at this point. In the last round of the Game, Tony had two blue tiles. No telling what he had changed.

"Yes." David rested a hand on his son's shoulder. It took all of Ben's might not to brush him away. "The moment you got out of the house... things got out of hand. We realised just how different we were and... we had to call it quits."

"You didn't... hit her, did you?"

David looked a little surprised his son would even suggest abuse. "No. Of course not. It was actually a pretty amenable parting. We just sat down, talked it over and we called our attorney. Seeing as you're an adult now, there was no need to have a tiring custody battle. We're splitting the assets straight down the middle. She's getting the house, of course."

"I was barely out of the house for a week!" Ben exclaimed. "You split that fast?"

"We were that different." David squeezed his son's shoulder tightly. "Ben, I know this is a lot to take in... But you have to understand that it's for the best. I know how much you've wanted to get out of the house and really, this way, we can all start over. But I wanted you to know that I love you very much. I wanted to make sure you were okay with this."

Ben let out a semi-hysterical laugh and shook his head. "I think it's a little unreasonable to think I'd be immediately okay with my parents getting divorced."

"I understand." David stood up and patted Ben's back lightly. "Listen, I've got an apartment down town. If you ever feel like you want to talk about this, here is the address." He handed Ben a folded note. "This was not your fault. We stuck together for you. We both love you. We always have."

Nodding numbly, Ben watched his father leave. The moment the door shut, he dove under his bed towards the Game and dragged it out. He tried to pry it open but was horrified when it refused to budge.

"Damnit," he muttered.

"One day, remember?" Tony stood at the door, arms folded against his chest. "We've got to wait one day before it'll let us play again."

"Fuck." Ben kicked the Game back underneath his bed. "When I want to play the damn thing, it won't let me." He stared daggers at Tony. "Just so you know, I am so going to get you back for this."

"I didn't know it would happen!" Tony protested loudly. "Come on, Ben. I'm sorry!"

Growling, Ben sat on his bed, staring at the floor for a long moment. "You have to promise me that every time we pick up a card, we show it to everyone else. When we also get a wish or whatever else, we run it through each other, got it?"

"I promise." Tony sat beside his roommate, hesitant to touch him. "It won't happen again."

"It better not." He regarded Tony and let out a soft sigh.

"Do you think we should invite him to play the Game?"

Ben bolted upright. "What!? I want him to change back not to change more!"

Tony lifted his hand into the air. "Hear me out. What are the chances of me landing on a blue tile, getting a card that targets 'anyone but myself' and a roll of the dice that lets me change his personality back?"

The chances were not good. He remembered that white tiles could erase the effects of other tiles' previous effects but those only tended to appear closer to the finish. Tony's path was the only one with a vast majority of blue tiles. His path barely had any.

"I don't know... It's risky. Who knows what his path with be...? And I don't want him to... You know..."

"Fuck you silly?" Tony asked, eyebrows raised. "Dude, it's just a game."

"But that doesn't make what we did in there any less true!" Ben winced loudly as he glanced away. "We played gay chicken and I sucked off half a dozen guys..."

"And how does that make you feel?"

Ben shot him a penetrating look. "Psychologist or philosopher?"

"Pretty much the same remember?" Tony retorted with a smirk. "Come on, Ben. You can't deny you liked it. And I bet there's this tiny bit in you that would love to see your dad's dick or feel it in you." He held his thumb and forefinger an inch from one another.

"That's disgusting!"

"But hot." Tony pointed at Ben's crotch where there was a distinct lump. "I can tell."

Ben winced and turned away. "Can you please stop that?"

"Stop what?" answered Tony innocently.

"Stop making me gay."

"But -"

"I am not gay!" Ben shot to his feet and stormed towards the door, seizing his jacket as he did so.

"Where are you going!?"

"Out!"

Ben had no idea where he was going or where he wanted to go but any direction away from Tony and the Game was as good as any. Countless faces passed him as did a blur of streets and buildings. He was unsure where his path would take him but part of him wished it would start raining just to fit his mood. Unfortunately, that storm had ebbed. The clouds still blotted out the sun but as if to taunt him, they held their rain, making him wonder if and when he was going to get drenched.

Funny thing was the anger he bore was not at Tony or even the Game. It was certainly not at his father. It was at himself. That anger gnawed at him, driving a point that had been there the entire time but he had supressed for so long because of how his parents had raised him. Maybe it wasn't even anger as such. More like... frustration.

One part of him was annoyed that he had spent the majority of his life supressing what was probably a cardinal right to all men his age because of a fear his parents housed. It was a justified fear but still, that was years wasted when he could have been exploring and more comfortable with himself like Tony.

Another part was frustrated that the first time he had effectively broken that barrier of sexual relations was in some deranged fantasy universe that may or may not be true. Yes, it felt real but was it real? How could whatever happened in the Game truly be considered real when at the end of a round, everything just went back to the way things were?

Well... Apart from Tony's slight 'mutations', that is.

And lastly, there was the part of him that hated that being free meant he could explore just like Tony and the object of his first expedition... Well... He wanted it to be his father. The 'why' of it was not hard to figure out.

His father, David, had a profession as a police officer and was rather decorated. Still only in his mid-thirties, David was loved by the suburban town where he had raised Ben. There came a time in every child's life when their father stopped being their hero but for Ben that day never came. To him, David was and still is his hero.

Coupled with the experiences of the past few days, a whole world had been opened to him. It was the world filled with the euphoria of sex and from that, he wanted to see what sex was like with his hero.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he cursed himself, slapping his forehead forcibly. He gazed up at the sky, taunting him with its overcast. "Rain, damn you!"

It didn't.

"Ben?"

He looked up. His father's broad, heroic face peered up at him from a nearby café. It was like looking into a mirror. David had the same black hair Ben had and the same soft, brown eyes. No one denied that he was his father's son especially as he grew older. Both of them were lean though David was naturally more muscular due to his work as a police officer.

Upon realising the reason his pants were suddenly feeling a little tighter, he became conflicted as to whether or not he should run or confront his father.

"Hey dad..." he murmured.

David emerged from the café and stood in front of his son, just an inch or two taller than his boy. "You've been circling the same block for about two hours now. Are you sure you're okay?"

Ben did a quick scan of his surroundings and grimaced as he realised he was just a block away from campus.

"Why are you eating at a café so close to campus?"

"You know I can't function without coffee," his father chuckled.

That was true. David needed a shot of coffee every couple of hours. Without it, he crashed so hard that he might as well have been in a wakeless coma. A passing joke amongst his co-workers was for someone to hook him up to a coffee-based IV drip. It wasn't the caffeine either. He tried energy drinks and he still crashed.

"What are you smiling at?" David asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ben tried to rearrange his face, keeping the image of his father's hard crash out of his head but it was impossible. In the end, he just threw his arms around his father, squeezing tightly. "I love you, dad."

Stunned but still warmed to his heart, David held his son and returned the smile. "I love you too, son." Giving Ben a light push, he said, "What do you say we head back inside? I'll get you something."

Ben seemed to ponder something and gave David a determined smile. "I've got a better idea. Did you want to play a game?"

*****

David was unsure exactly what his son planned on doing but he was glad for the opportunity to reconnect with Ben. While they had been close, he felt this divorce had placed a rather sizable wedge between them. He had no doubt Ben looked up to him - and still did - so having the realisation that David was far from perfect would have been a mind-shattering experience. David was desperate to pick up those pieces and rearrange them to a more suitable, realistic picture.

Still, as he stood in his son's shared dorm room while Ben and his roommate were taking a 'sidebar' in the corner, he was starting to feel a little awkward. He dearly hoped this 'game' was not the game that was churning around in his head. His college days - however brief - were filled with those. It killed him that in the brief months when he had been in college, free like Ben, he had felt happiest. The correlation between his happiness, that freedom and the fact that he only had male partners at that point was irrefutable.

But... he gave that all up for Ben.

The two boys returned, Ben looking determined while his roommate - Tony, was it? - had this mischievous glint in his eyes.

When Ben began to kneel, David almost leapt out of his skin and bolted for the door. Him, big, intimidating Mister-Policemen David Chambers, running from his son. He couldn't deny that at some point or another while he was explaining the facts of life with his son that he hadn't entertained the thought. However, the moment he saw David kissing that girl back in middle school, he had set those emotions aside for the good of his boy. The way he had reacted as a little harsh perhaps because he was disappointed he'd never get to 'experiment' with his beautiful son but everything he did was for Ben.

Still, as Ben approached him, he had all those repressed feelings up rising up again and he had a brief flash where he and Ben were naked, the two of them in each other's arms, father and son. His cock pressing up against his pants woke him from his stupor.

Before he could protest, Ben's knees had reached the floor and he reached beneath the bed which David stood a couple of inched in front. He stood back, watching his son in surprise. Ben pulled out a rather old looking game board.

All his fears were washed away. The repressed feelings were still there, however, let on the shore of his subconscious like tiny flecks of gold washed onto a sandy beach, just beckoning him to approach so the tide could consume him and take him to sea.

Ben gave Tony one glance and they exchanged a meaningful nod. As they set the game board at the centre of the room, Tony proceeded to lock the door. David's jaw dropped when the two boys proceeded to strip down and not just to their underwear but completely into the nude.

"What are you two doing!?"

"Playing the Game," Tony answered, grinning mischievously. When he turned his hair, muscular body towards David, the older man's hard-on became much more apparently. He stepped back, trying to hide it as much as possible.

"Don't say it like that," Ben growled. He turned to his father, a look of deep concentration on his face. "Dad... This is no ordinary game."

"I'll say," David exclaimed incredulously. "I know your mother and I kept your sheltered for most of your life but did you have to jump your roommate's bones a week after you get out?"

"It's not like that!" Ben exclaimed, his voice becoming incredibly high pitched. That was a tell-tale sign he was not lying. Ben always had that tell. "Just... promise me you won't freak out, okay?"

David glanced at Tony who was already sporting a boner. The other young man wasn't taking any pains to hide how much he was enjoying this. Looking at his son's impressive cock already rising to attention betrayed Ben's inner intentions. That gold on the shore was looking even better and better now.

Giving Ben the benefit of the doubt, David said, "Alright..."

Taking a deep breath, Ben opened the Game. David was treated to the sight of a broad wooden board with several metal sculptures of - of all things - anthropomorphic creatures in the nude and looking very well-muscled. One was a big wolf, arms stretched behind his head to show off his - and it was a 'he' - impressive abdominal muscles and torso. Legs like tree trunks flexed beneath the well-shaped fur designs on the sculpture. It was surprisingly lifelike. Even the expression on the wolf's face was very accurate. He was looking straight forward, muzzle open in a lewd grin with his tongue hanging out.

The wolf stood on a winding path that looped around itself but had a big, solid 'Finish' somewhere near the end. The path had different coloured tiles and didn't end at the Finish but rather passed through it. On a different path not too far away were the makings of a pride of lions. There were two of them, smaller in musculature and height than the wolf but both were still looking very athletic. The older lion with a full mane was flexing a bicep and grinning while the young one had his arms wrapped around the older, muzzle tauntingly close to a furry sheath.

A pile of four coloured cards sat on the edge of the game board in small compartments as well as a pile of tales and the rules. With great hesitation, David sat down next down to his nude son and plucked the rule book from where it lay. At the same time, Tony bent down and swiped the two dice from where they lay, one was a d6 and the other was a d20.

The rules seemed rather simple. David worried over the 'you must finish the Game' clause, however.

He heard a grunt from Tony's direction but ignored it as he continued to skim the rest of the rules.

"Dad, you may want to see this..."

David tore his gaze away from the rules, dropping the pamphlet the moment he took stock of what was happening in front of his eyes.

Tony, legs spread wide and leaning back with tongue hanging out was growing a healthy coating of golden fur all over his body. David could only gawk as the muscles beneath Tony's lightly tanned flesh rippled like water. Muscles began tensing and relaxing in rapid succession, the skin tightening as the mass they contained pushed them past their limits. Every inch of Tony was shaking very lightly like someone had attached vibrators to every muscle in his body. With each little mini-quake, the muscle became more and more defined.

The golden fur began to thicken just around Tony's crotch, covering his scrotum entirely as the balls contained within the sack of flesh bulged and forced the young man to spread his legs even wider. Tony moaned softly, trying to muffle himself by shoving a fist in his lips as the golden fur spread all over his cock, consuming it like a hungry animal. The moment his member vanished in the furry embrace did a pink point began emerging from the tip. It didn't take David long to realise what he was looking at.

He instinctively went for his gun but remembered he hadn't come to the school armed. A hand on his chest stopped him from doing much else and he saw his son asking him to trust him with but a gaze.

Still shocked, he turned his gaze back to Tony as the fur spread out from the young man's crotch all the way down his legs. Thick thighs became highly defined, muscular machines built for pouncing. They were no longer just thighs. David could see the quadriceps, hamstrings and other muscle groups clearly through the golden fur. No, not a thigh. A collection of juicy, thick muscles that made up a thigh. The transformation quickly spread over to Tony's calves, turning them into plump, corded limbs. Perhaps the greatest transformation came as the fur spread over the boy's feet. Every toe became thicker, broader and a little shorter. Nails vanished underneath the fur as claws flexed out from between hidden slits at the tip of each toe. Leathery pads formed quickly at the soles of Tony's feet.

The boy let out a gasp and tossed the dice into the air. "Your turn, puppy." Ben caught the dice instinctively but David was too mesmerised by Tony's transformation as the boy rolled onto his back, revealing a nice, round, golden rump. A tail quickly sprang out from just above Tony's rear, flailing about joyously as the transformation crept up Tony's back, building muscle as it went. Golden fur trickled and grew between valleys of muscle like grass spreading over a mountain range. Tony's shoulders - already broad as they were - broadened even more, every curvature of his muscles becoming clearly defined.

David found his mouth watering as Tony turned back around, revealing his fully erect, nine-inch feline cock complete with barbs. The boy's chest, now completely covered in golden fur was chiselled to perfection, beautiful and undeniably the body of a male model. He was made even sexier by the presence of his thick chest fur which quickly crawled up his neck, joining with his beard. David knew a mane when he saw one and as the transformation completely consumed Tony's face, turning it into a lion's, proud, muscular features, he felt himself squirt a little of precum into his pants.

"Fuck...!" Tony groaned and his cock exploded in a burst of thick, white, man-lion cream, spilling it all over the floor.

David had to fight the urge to touch it - both the cum and the cock. Instead, his attention was turned to the loud moaning that came from beside him.

When he turned to face Ben, he gawked as thick, pulsating, purple veins crawled all over his son's body, originating from Ben's right hand. Where the veins went, black fur appeared. The veins pumped fresh blood and mass into every inch of his son's body. They coursed up Ben's forearm, building every inch of it into thick, bulging hams. Some remained even as they passed further up his arm. Ben's hand turned into a broad paw even as he dropped the dice. A deep, feral growl rose from Ben's throat as he flexed his right arm like he was willing it to grow. The veins crawled over his biceps, building them into enormous, watermelons of muscle. The black fur that wrapped over them a second later did nothing to hide their enormous mass.

Ben let out a deep, manly grunt as his furry arm instantly went to his crotch. The veins travelled all over his chest, turning his flat chest into twin mounds of corded muscle. His skin could barely contain the muscle beneath. His pectorals were met by its smaller cousins, the abdominals, forming a perfect, chiselled six pack. Ben growled deeply and turned his back to his father, flexing his back muscles as they quickly broadened. His lats pushed outwards to match the enormous width of his pecs and shoulders, forming that delicious 'V' shape all bodybuilders hoped for. Even when the black fur spread all over it his skin, every curve, every mound and every muscle was clearly visible beneath the short, black fur.

Ben had to roll onto his paws and knees as his tail fluffed out from just above his perfect, bubble butt. It brushed lightly against David's face, giving him a nose full of manly sweat, wet dog and a distinct nutty smell that made the father almost lose himself entirely at that moment. Ben's legs lengthened, his feet brushing against David's as they became furry and turned into paws. Unlike Tony, his thighs did not become defined. They became monstrous tree trunks. Each of Ben's legs was big enough to look like he could crush something between his iron thighs.

The sound of muscle and veins coursing through flesh ebbed and Ben stopped shaking.

David glanced down at the foot-paw that sat right beside him. It was big, broad and sitting right there for him. His mouth was watering and his cum was boiling to burst.

Then it moved.

He jerked his head up towards Ben as his son, now an eight-foot wolf-man turned towards him, panting and with soft, brown eyes looking for confirmation and comfort.

"Um..." Ben began.

"Holy shit!" Tony exclaimed.

Both of them turned towards the lion whose eyes were firmly placed at the large puddle of cum that lay beside him. The puddle began to bubble and boil. Slowly, from the roiling pool that would have filled a bucket... emerged a paw. David's jaw dropped as the mass off the puddle began to reform, shift and take the shape of an arm. That arm pulled itself out of the puddle, bringing with it a shoulder, a head... a torso and another arm. A young lion formed from the puddle, straightening as the cum that apparently made his body began to solidify and his entire body became covered in the same smooth, golden fur that Tony sported.

Suddenly grinning broadly, Tony spread his arms wide and the young loin sprang into the older feline's arms. "Steve!"

"Master!" Steve exclaimed excitedly.

"His slave..." Ben muttered.

David reeled back. "Please tell me that's not another player of this game..."

"Nope. A by-product," Ben answered with a sigh. He turned towards his father, enormous paws easily wrapping around David's with room the spare. "Dad... We started playing this Game for kicks and then this happens. You saw how Tony looked before? As a human?"

David could only nod numbly mostly because most of his blood had been pumped into his 'lower head'.

"He didn't look like that before. He didn't have a beard or any chest hair and he was pale as a ghost."

"Hey!" came the protest.

"Whatever this Game is doing, it's slowly seeping into our world and we need help fixing it. I think that if we finish the Game, all the changes go away."

The cogs slowly began to tick away in David's head - both of them. "And you want me to play this Game to help you two get to the finish line?"

"Yes." He pointed at the board. "When you start, you'll have your own path to follow and your own finish to get to but I think if we work together, we can keep ourselves in check. As much as I hate to admit it..." Ben gave his father a sheepish smile, big, triangular ears folding back like a puppy begging for help. "... we need adult supervision."

David wasn't sure if he should be scared or aroused but all he knew is that he was happy to be part of his son's life again. Maybe this Game would be what would bridge the gap between them again?

He did not care at all.

"Does it hurt? The change that is?"

"It is fucking fantastic!" Tony exclaimed, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle. His slave, Steve, was fondling his nipples and nipping at his neck.

"Stop that!" Ben growled, ears folded back. As he turned back to his father, he said, "It's hard to admit but... Well..." He pointed at his own crotch where his cock had turned into a monstrous, nine-inch red rocket that was dripping precum like a faucet. "It feels good. But it's harder to think about anything but sex in this form."

"Hehehehe, 'butt sex'," Tony snickered.

Sighing, the wolf said, "Case in point. Dad, I need your help to keep us on track and to help us reach our finish. There are some changes that... affect people's minds, relationships. I need your help to make sure neither of us do anything stupid and to make the changes go away if we do something bad."

Some miniscule part of David wondered why he couldn't just 'referee' the two boys playing but seeing his son turn into an enormous, muscular, wolf-hunk was just too much for him. He wanted to play too!

"Okay... Count me in."

"Awesome!" Tony exclaimed, suddenly speaking rather clearly. "Here, take one of these." He handed David one of the metal blocks.

The instant David touched it, he gasped as it felt like molten iron. Perhaps it was no surprise that the block bounced off the ground and somehow managed to land directly onto the game board and it landed right side up. The board instantly reacted to the new player. Gears and cogs made loud ticks and clunks as tiles sprang up from where David's Avatar landed. The silver block shifted, moulded and quickly formed the shape of David Chambers, nude and with proud eleven-inch cock fully erect.

"Whoa!" Tony exclaimed, grinning broadly. "Papa Chambers, you're loaded!"

David blushed and looked at his son.

"He gets like this every time we play," Ben sighed, handing his father the d20. "Now be warned... you're going to change to. Please dad, I need you to keep sane through all this. I need you to be my hero."

Clutching the dice tightly, David nodded in agreement. "I promise, Ben." Then he realised he had no idea what to do next. The drama of the moment was lost. "Um... So what do I do now?"

Ben blinked a couple of times and then his ears sprang up. "Oh right! Roll the d20. That'd determine what species you're going to end up as."

"Species?"

"Yeah. I turned into a wolf and Tony became a lion. We rolled for our species."

"Alright. What did you get for a wolf? I want to make sure I -"

Ben seized his wrist. "No dad. Don't cheat. We barely know what this Game does and cheating might just make things worse."

That was a fair assessment. David was starting to wonder if he was really suited to be the 'adult' in this situation when Ben was doing such a good job of controlling himself. Unless... the need for 'adult supervision' was just an excuse... An excuse for what, though? David had his hoped but he didn't want to voice them just yet.

"Alright. I guess I'll see what I get then."

He threw the d20...

... and watched it land on a 17.

"Horse," Ben said after a quick look at the chart. "Looks like you're going to be a horse, dad."

David braced himself. His mind wandered to whether or not his body would twitch uncontrollably like Tony's or veins would pop all over his body, causing the growth to be slow, gradual and filled with ecstasy. Both boys seemed to enjoy it and he wanted to feel that too. His cock was craving it.

Yet, as he stood there, breath held... nothing happened.

"Why isn't anything happening?"

"We got transformed into these because of the Game," Ben said. "We landed on red tiles that changed us completely." He nodded over to Tony. "I think it was your turn, right?"

David held himself from repeating what his son had just told him. He was eager for the change. His divorce and perhaps this Game was a fresh start for him. A new body to go with it was something he was eager to add to that list. The only person he kept from his 'old life' was his son and he would never let Ben go.

But his role was to act as the adult in these games so he held himself and waiting for the Game to change him.

Steve eagerly picked up the six sided dice and handed it over to his master. He kissed them for luck and Tony gave his slave a tiny peck on the cheek before tossing the dice at the board. It landed on a 4 and his Avatar and its accompanying Avatar of Steve strode forward four spaces onto a yellow tile. Tony picked up the appropriate card and showed it to everyone.

The writing was plain, simple and easy to read, clearly stating, 'Activate Tile Effect. Target: Anyone but self.'

"I say we let our newest player experience the Game in full," Tony said, puffing out his chest proudly.

"What!?" Ben growled. "Tony -"

"No Ben," David said, holding up his hand. "Don't pull punches just because of me." He nodded at Tony. From the glint in the lion's eyes, he had a sneaking suspicion Tony knew exactly what David wanted. There was a silent bit of communication between them and the feline eagerly threw the d20.

It landed on a 14.

If it was at all possible, Ben paled. "14... Red tile."

David held his breath as his Avatar strode forward two spaces to the closest red tile. Judging from how the Game was played, he picked up a red card and showed it to the other players. His cock gave a jump of excitement at the words, 'Single Effect: Target Self.'

Ben let out a faint whimper but David held his son's paws tightly as he picked up the d20 with his other hand. He was unsure what fate held in store for him but he was sure by the end of it, he was not going to resemble his old self.

The dice landed on a nice, round 20.

"You're getting all the lucky rolls, Mr. Chambers," laughed Tony.

"Just call me 'David'. Or 'Dave'." He turned to his son whose worried gaze was far from encouraging. "What does a 20 mean?"

In almost a reverent whisper, Ben said, "Cock."

"What -?"

Before he could finish, an explosive burst of pleasure erupted from his groin. He was almost paralysing. His entire body was flush with warmth originating from his crotch. Unable to control himself, his hips began thrusting wildly into the air. An immense pressure built right beside his cock like something was trying to push itself out from the flesh. Tears welled up in his eyes and he let out a soft, rising wince as he felt the pressure building, building and building. He let out a loud gasp as his cock began squirting precum in copious amounts, drenching his pants. Strangely, whatever was building beside his cock had the same sensation.

Ben lunged at him, claws tearing at his groin and ripping off his fly and underwear within seconds. Everyone in the room stared as a large lump began rising out from the flesh. Thick veins coursed over the growth as it began to extend further and further out, rising to meet David's eleven inch cock. It stood there proudly just like his cock. Even as they watched, the tip of the growth became pink and obtained the well-known helmet head of a human penis. Veins pressed against the sensitive flesh as blood pumped into the new appendage, precum squirting out of it end just like its brother.

"Holy shit!" David exclaimed, staring at his second member with a mixture of fear, pride and greed. He gingerly reached out and poked it, feeling the warm flesh beneath his touch and feeling his touch on the warm flesh. He gripped both his cocks, one in each hand, giving them a squeeze and moaning softly. The dual experience of having both his dicks stimulated was like teetering on the edge of a monumental orgasm.

Holding himself back, but just barely, David let go of his penises, shivering with delight.

"That... That's different."

"How do you feel, dad?" Ben asked cautiously.

How could he put it? Amazing? Out of this world? Just what he needed?

"Different," he answered, shakily reaching for the dice. "I suppose it's my turn then?"

"I guess so..."

Trying hard not to think of his dual dicks, David rolled the six sided die and watched it roll to a stop on a 1. His Avatar - now complete with two cocks - strode forward a single space onto another red tile. He fought not to express his excitement as he reached for another red card.

Much to his excitement, it read, 'Double effect. Target: Self.' After showing it to the others, he could see Ben's protests starting so he quickly snatched up the d20 and threw it. It immediately landed on a 3.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

His answer came shortly afterwards. His feet instantly began to throb in his black formal shoes. One look at them and it seemed like they were breathing. They pulsed outwards, pushing out against the fabric of his shoes and making him groan as he felt his flesh press up against the limits of his footwear. He grimaced, trying to keep himself from looking too engrossed in pleasure. Blood pumped into his feet and he could feel them twisting and turning deep inside his shoes. Part of his arousal came from not knowing what was happening.

David closed his eyes, trying to imagine what was happening from his feelings and sensations instead of just looking. A bold, rising heat was seeping out of his feet. He tried wiggling his toes but the heat numbed all sensation and he was no longer sure if he even had toes anymore. When he hear the resounding rip of his shoes tearing away, he dared to open his eyes and fought down the grin when he saw his massive hooves sitting in front of him.

"Shit..." Ben whispered.

The throbbing crept up David's ankles, rising up to his calves. He could feel his muscles and flesh pressing against the fabric before sighing and retreating only to bulge back out a moment later, bigger than before. Every breath he took matched the pulsations of his calves. In the brief moments when the heat receded and his muscles seemed to relax, he could feel their tight, corded bonds running across his legs.

Rrrrip!

Light, brown fur had crawled up his leg from where his hooves began, running up his calves and disappearing into the folds of his ragged pants where they hung around his thighs. There was no stopping the change however. David felt his thighs rising in temperature. He quickly understood Tony's need to spread his legs as the heat quickly seeped into his cock and balls. As he sat there, practically doing the splits, his thighs throbbed, spreading waves of pleasure throughout his body. Fabric ripped at the seams to reveal the same soft, brown fur that had crawled up from his hooves and beneath them was strong, sinewy muscle built for running.

The change quickly coalesced towards his balls. David was paralysed with ecstasy as the pulsating heat gathered at his balls. Every beat felt like a fresh gallon of semen had been pumped into his balls, making them heavier and increasing the need to orgasm so much more. Half-dazed with ecstasy, David stared at his two cocks as they throbbed with the rest of his genitals. Each pulse made them wider, thicker and shot a fresh helping of precum down their already impressive lengths. The mushroom-like head quickly flattened as they gained another extra inch, making the whole member look perfectly cylindrical with a fleshy band just a few inches from the end. The pink of his flesh became dotted with light brown dots but even that was quickly consumed in the waterfall of pre that was flowing uninhibited from his twin cocks.

Sadly, the pulsating heat began to fade and David was left yearning for more.

"Dad..."

"I'm fine," David heaved, breathing very heavily. "Let me just... Just collect my thoughts."

Unfortunately, most of his thoughts were dominated with 'sex'. Thankfully, the part that wasn't was thinking about Ben, his son so he managed to reign himself in and hand the dice to Ben.

"You turn," he managed to breathe.

"Thanks dad..." Ben took a deep breath and rolled for his turn. His Avatar moved forward a good solid 5 space onto a blue square, one of the very rare ones on his path. It didn't pass David's attention that the three paths were vastly different from one another's. Tony's was dominated by blue, Ben's with red and his was a healthy mixture of both but was dominated by black tiles. He wondered what that meant.

Ben picked up his blue card which read, 'Single effect. Target: Self.' There was a pang of disappointment in his eyes making David wonder what his son's goals in playing the Game truly were. Tony's was painfully obvious. The boy just wanted sex. But Ben...? Ben rolled his d20 and it came up as a 2.

"Huh..." his son said. "Animal Instinct. I wonder what that means...?"

The Tony and David watched the wolf in anticipation. However, there didn't seem to be any outward change. A whole five minutes passed without any change.

"Instinct is not something you can easily test," Tony said, cuddling Steve. "It's instinct because it just happens and you have no control over it. So I guess we'll just have to wait for whatever will trigger it."

"As long as it doesn't change my personality," Ben answered with a fierce growl.

Tony shied back a little and picked up the dice with a cough. His Avatar strode forward three spaces, landing on one of the rare red tiles on his path. The lion eagerly pounced at the red card, catching David's glance as he did so. There was a pang of disappointment in his shoulders as he showed the, 'Single Effect: Target: self' card to everyone.

He picked up his d20 and gave it a roll.

It came up to a 19.

"Uh-oh..." both Ben and Tony said in unison.

"What?" David asked.

A fourth voice erupted from just behind David. "Hi!"

He yelped and turned towards Ben's bed. Poking his head out from underneath the bed... was another young lion. The feline's green eyes sparked as he eagerly leapt out from underneath the bed and into Tony's startled embrace, hugging Steve. There was very few differences between the two young lions with the newest addition having the makings of a mane on his chest but little else.

"Slave..." Ben muttered. "Tony..."

"I'll keep them in check, I promise," Tony said, laughing softly as his new slave nibbled on his ears. "I'll name him Eli!"

"Steve and Eli..." David said, laughing as he shook his head. "This Game is bizzare."

"You have no idea," his son answered, placing the dice in his hands. "Your turn, dad."

Taking a deep breath, David threw his d6 and his heart skipped a beat when he counted ahead and saw his half-man, half-horse Avatar make a beeline for a red tile. Praying to whatever god had created the Game, he picked up the designated card.

Fatherly instinct instantly kicked in when he read, "Single Effect: Target: Next Player." His eyes lifted to meet Ben's and the wolf whimpered softly.

Staring at the d20, David decided to give prayer another go. Suddenly, instead of wanting the transformation to progress further, he dearly wished it to be reversed for the sake of his son. He stole a quick glance at the charts and noted that there was a 'Species Minus' at number 9 and a 'Species Minus-Minus' at 18. He could only guess that was the opposite of his species rolls and revert the target to a human gradually.

He prayed for those numbers and let fate decide the progression of the Game.

Fate laughed at his face.

He got an 8.

One number off!

"Damnit..." he whispered. "What is -?"

His son's deep, rumbling grunt was answer enough. He quickly lifted his gaze as Ben toppled to the floor, flat with all his beautiful muscles bunching together in tandem. Thick, bulging veins appears all over his body and as with his initial transformation, they heralded an immense growth in muscle. David pressed his hands up against his son's arms, trying to hold him down but as he did so, those biceps bulged beneath his fingers, growing so big that he couldn't even hold down his arm with both hands!

Ben's face was contorted in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, his cock throbbing hard against his firm six - no, eight pack. Pecs that were already titanic in size grew even broader to the point that they could easily crush anything between the valleys they formed. Ben's sheer width and size of muscle pushed David back as he grew. Even though the effects of the Game did not specify it, his body began to lengthen as well. Legs as that made one think of a bodybuilder's stretched outwards. As he lay on the ground, the tip of Ben's ears easily brushed up against the foot of his bed and his foot-paws grazed Tony's.

"Fuck!" Ben cried and a wad of cum dribbled out of his cock, landing onto his perfectly cut eight pack and nestling lovingly in those precious muscles.

David was fighting hard not to dive in there and lick that droplet off.

"Muscle growth... plus," Ben sighed, his eyes gazing off into the distance and not entirely focused. "Shit... I need a second..."

Gingerly, David stood up and looked his son over. 'Bodybuilder' just did not cut it. Where Tony had the body of a male model, Ben was a god. Not just any god the god of male muscles. He was simply huge. There were so many muscles all over his body and they were all so hard and firm that David wondered how Ben could move!

Yet, despite his size, Ben managed to sit up, his muscles moving hypnotically like an array of fleshy iron.

"Dad?" Ben asked.

"Huh?"

"Can I have the dice?"

David realised he had been clutching the dice tightly against his hands and handed them to his son. He was grateful everyone in the room had erections because at that point, he would have popped a boner upon seeing his son grow into such a beautiful specimen of manhood.

"Okay... Okay," Ben breathed, rolling the d6 in his enormous paws. They were big enough to crush a man's head! He threw his dice and it landed on a 4, landing his hulking Avatar on a green tile, the first of the round. David was mesmerised at the movements of the Avatar. It moved so fluidly despite its bulk. He could not help but wonder how the real Ben would move.

Ben's green card read, 'Double Effect: Target: Next Player.'

Tony was grinning but that grin quickly faded when Ben rolled a 4 with the d20.

"Miss a turn," Ben announced perhaps a little too smugly. "Looks like you're out of the Game for two turns, buddy."

"That's okay. I'm good for two turns." The lion smugly squeezed the round rumps of his two slaves.

David sincerely hoped the trio of felines wasn't about to go having a wild romp while the other two players continued. He could barely hold himself as it was and with his hulking son so close, temptation was just a stone's throw away.

He was handed the dice and, praying for some form of release, threw it at the board. He got a 1 but one that landed him on a yellow tile. Exchanging glances with Ben - and not daring to investigate the slurping noises coming from Tony's direction - he picked up a yellow card...

"-1 to movement," he read. Shrugging, he threw the d20...

... and watched it land on a 9.

"Plus three squares," Ben read. "That puts you on a..."

"A red tile," finished David. His Avatar stride three squares forward before hopping back one. Some part of him wondered if this Game was purposefully landing him on these red tiles but he was far too excited at the prospect of completing his transformation.

He picked up a red card and sucked in a deep breath when he read, "Single effect. Target: Self."

"Good luck, dad," Ben said grimly.

David picked up the d20, giving it a shake towards Ben as if to salute his son. Then he threw it.

A 6, a 9, a 20... and finally...

... a 4.

"What's that?"

His answer came instantly when he felt his stomach church and that familiar heat pumping through his stomach, particularly his abdominals. He looked down, gasping as his entire torso began heaving heavily like he was taking enormous breaths. His shirt tore right down the middle, revealing the same light brown fur that covered his legs. At the same time, he could feel his butt swelling and ebbing like the tide. Taking a cue from both Tony and his son, he rolled onto his stomach and let his long, hairy tail exploded out from his pants.

With his clothing practically in shreds, he tore them off his body, revealing his firm, muscular chest and similarly strong arms. He watched the transformation spread across his arms, enjoying the feeling of constantly being pumped full of raw strength that felt so alien and at the same time, so right.

He grinned, trying to make it look like a grimace at the last moment, as the change seeped up his shoulders and neck. Like someone was pushing his face outwards from the inside in short bursts, his face was pushed outwards into the perfect, equine features. His black hair rolled down his back to just a little beyond his shoulder blades where they formed a lustrous mane, smooth like a waterfall of ebony.

Grunting softly, David, gripped his cocks with his fingers, flinching slightly when he felt the touch of hooves against his cock. When he looked down, he found his fingers were tipped with small black growths like his mini-hooves.

His arousal was momentarily forgotten as he stared at his alien hands.

"Dad?"

Shaking himself from his awe, he turned back towards his son and managed a smile. "I'm okay, Ben." He felt stronger than before. Far from how Ben looked but being this... this horse, it gave him a sense of freedom like he had shed off the lies, the falsehoods and the masks he had to wear for years. It was a sign. This was the real David Chambers. He had emerged from his shell, swelling out and finally free.

David handed the dice back to his son. "Your turn, Ben."

Nodding slowly, Ben threw his dice. His Avatar moved forward two spaces to a yellow tile and his card merely read 'Single effect' to which he rolled his d20.

It came up as a one which made Ben laugh.

"Roll again," the wolf chuckled softly. "Not sure if I want to..."

Seeing his son's hesitation, David reached out and took his son's enormous paw. While his hoofed hand was still smaller, it was manageable. "Ben, I'm here for you. I always will be."

Ben pursed his lips and gave a small nod. "Thanks, dad. I love you."

David expected Tony to chime in with some lewd comment but was a little worried to find the lion and his slaves staring at them intently. There was definitely something more to the lion than just blind sex. "I love you too, Ben," he answered, turning back to his son.

Taking his courage from his father, Ben rolled again. He was rewarded for his courage with a 2 where his Avatar landed on a red tile.

The card read, "Single effect: Target: Previous Player."

Ben gingerly picked up the d20 in one titanic paw. A squeeze from David into the other gave him the courage to throw it.

It landed on a 20.

"Oh boy..." David grimaced - though inwardly, he was eagerly anticipating the change - and sat back, legs spread wide. True to his anticipation, that same, throbbing pleasure came building up next to his first cock, on the left this time. It was like all the sensations of bursting free of his shell came pooling into the mound that quickly made itself known.

He gripped his other two cocks, shamelessly pumping them as his third pushed itself out of his flesh, pulsating with life and semen. Tripling the sensation of having a need to orgasm, David was nearly driven to madness as his new cock spurt a fresh pool of semen upon fully emerging. To compensate for the third member, his balls grew heavier and he felt his already heavy sack grow even bigger. It seemed the Game was not about to let someone with multiple cocks shoot blanks.

"Ben, a man has his needs," David grunted. "I... I... Ah!"

He gasped as Ben's titanic paw wrapped around his newly formed cock. It shocked him that his son's paw fit around his eleven-inch horse member perfectly almost like it was meant to wrap around that throbbing piece of meat.

"Dad, trust me. You'll want to keep that down if you know what's good for you. The Game is far from over."

David nodded, trying to control himself but that grew increasingly hard even as Ben let go of his cock. "Okay... I'll... I'll try."

Taking up the dice, he threw it and was surprised to find it land on a 2 which landed his equine, multi-cocked Avatar on a blue tile. Blinking in surprise, he picked up the blue card which simply said, "Single Effect. Target: Self."

With a shrug, he tossed the d20 which landed on a 10.

"What's that mean?"

Ben scratched his head as he regarded the table. "Fantasy... Um... I guess... you say your fantasy and it comes true? I don't see how different that is from a Wish. Tony got a wish before and it..." Ben cut himself off.

"And...?" David pressed.

"Nothing," his son answered. "Just name your fantasy, dad. I'm sure it'll come true."

David's fantasy? It was to have those fucking wolf muscles all to himself. He wanted his son's muzzle around one of his cocks while those huge paws were wrapped around the other two. He wanted his son's delicious, pointed, red rocket deep in his ass.

But he could not say that.

"I guess... Everything goes back to normal?" he offered lamely. This was for his son, after all. As much as he would regret losing this body and the freedom it gave, he didn't want to lose his son.

The players regarded one another in anticipation. They waited for their fur to fall off, their muscles to shrink and their animalistic features to fade. Was the Game going to vanish? Close forever so that no one could ever touch it again?

Apparently not...

"I think the difference between a fantasy and a wish," began Tony, "is that a wish is like a request, something you ask verbally and something that is consciously created. But a fantasy... I think it's more a subconscious desire. Something that you may not realise you want."

"This Game just keeps finding ways to screw with us," Ben said, regarding his father. "Dad, tell me honestly. What did you fantasise about?"

He couldn't lie.

Not to his son.

"To fuck."

That made Ben laugh and even David found himself laughing a little.

"Tell me about it," Ben chuckled as he picked up the dice. "Okay... Guess this is my last turn before you get to go again, Tony."

"And here I was enjoying the company of Steven and Eli," the lion sighed, rolling his eyes theatrically. "Alright, go on."

Ben threw the d6.

And it landed on a 5.

Which placed him on a black tile.

"Oh boy... Here we go," Tony said. "Hold on David... This is going to get wild."

David held his son's paw tightly. "Wait... What does a black tile mean? What's happening?"

He looked at his son for guidance but before he could get a solid response, the entire world turned black, consuming him entirely. Ben's paws slipped between his fingers and he was left grasping at the darkness.

"Ben!" he shouted. "Ben!"

A loud schlomp filled his ears followed by two others. Cold metal clamped around his cocks, making him yelp. In the darkness, a burst of green suddenly spread from the horizon. Grass spread across the ground before him, reaching from one horizon to the other. Wooden planks suddenly sprang up from all around him forming a waist high barrier just a few feet away. Rope railings sprang up to form three perfect rows, with one of the players occupying each row. The sky turned blue, fluffy clouds in the air and about twenty feet away from them, over the wooden barrier were three targets.

"Ben!"

"Stay where you are, dad!" Ben shouted, rising to his gargantuan feet. He winced as his head hit the roof of the wooden pavilion. He must have stood at least ten feet! And attached to his cock what a penis pump. David's eyes widened when he saw the pump connected to a tube that led straight into what appeared to be a pump action water gun.

"You must be kidding me," he said.

"I'm afraid that seems to be the rules," Tony announced, appearing beyond Ben. His slaves were unrestricted but they stood a few short feet away, waving banners and cheering. Like Ben, he had a penis pump connected to a water gun.

Looking down at his own cocks, David realised that all three of his members were likewise connected. Gingerly, he rose to his feet, staggering a little as this was the first time he stood on his new hooves. He picked up the gun, regarding the targets not too far away.

"The challenge is," a female, mechanical voice announced, "Shooting Range. Each player is connected to a rifle that is designed to fire a single shot. Using the pump, players may designate the strength of their orgasm. Players have thirty seconds to pump. Upon firing, the pumps will force an orgasm of according strength and therefore fire the player's semen. Out of three rounds, the players who score the highest score wins."

David instantly realised he had the advantage but neither of the other two players seemed to recognise this. With three cocks, he could probably produce three times the semen and orgasms three times more powerful. Then again, he was unwilling to take anything for granted.

This Game was far from straightforward.

Then again, it was far from 'straight'.

"Round one. Your time starts... now."

David was about to protest but his son and Tony had already started pumping their guns. Desperate to catch up, he quickly regarded his gun and began pumping it. He noted there was a percentage dial on the gun, slowly building up the more he pumped. He could only assume that a hundred per cent meant the strongest orgasm that could possibly be debilitating. Something made him seriously doubt that any man was capable of shooting straight when they were experiencing the most powerful, toe-curling orgasm ever.

Then again... if the orgasm was not strong enough, not enough semen would be produced and he would likely not be able to make the twenty-feet needed to strike the target.

He left himself at a good 20% just to start off with.

"Time. Player Anthony, you may fire."

Tony lifted his gun, grinning from ear to ear. He didn't even seem to be aiming as he pulled the trigger. His eyes instantly rolled into his head and his entire body violently shook like he was having a seizure. His aim went wild. His cock burst, exploding with semen and filling the penis pump to full. The fluids instantly flooded through the connecting pipes and burst out of the gun a second later. With his wild aim, Tony's semen splattered everywhere, spraying his slaves and Ben. Only a few droplets got on David.

The lion toppled to the ground, dazed and panting.

In the brief moment that his gun was flying wildly, David had noted Tony had gone for a straight full fire. His suspicions were correct. The orgasm would have probably thrown any normal man into a coma.

"Miss. Player Benjamin, you may fire."

Ben lifted his gun, aiming well and peering down the barrel. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The moment the last trickle of breath left his muzzle, he pulled the trigger. Ben's massive body rippled with pleasure as his cock shot a nice blast of semen into the pump but not enough to fill it. It flooded into the gun and came bursting out.

While his aim was steady, the cum he poured in was not strong enough. It didn't even make it to the target.

"Miss. Player David, you may fire."

Taking his policeman training to heart, David lifted his gun, took aim directly at the bull's eye. Then, realising he was working with a liquid and not just a solid bullet, he aimed just a little higher.

Only then did he fire.

It felt like someone had detonated the floodgates and let the flood of cum rushing out in three different streams. His hips thrust involuntarily into the air, almost lifting him completely off the ground. The blast of semen from all three of his cocks was like having hot lava explode out of cocks, filling with him what relief of getting it out of his system followed by the cooling effect of afterglow. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his knees buckled. He barely had the strength to prop himself up on the wooden barrier as the semen poured into the gun and exploded outwards in a mighty torrent. Only instinct kept his hands firmly around the gun or it would have flailed wildly for a few seconds from the sheer force of the blast.

"Dad!"

Ben's voice knocked him out of his stupor and he shook his head, regarding his three cocks and realising what had happened.

"I'm okay," he said, panting as he rose.

"Miss. Pumping to begin in fifteen seconds."

David didn't like being made a fool of and this Game had a sick sense of humour. What he had thought had been an advantage was really a crippling handicap. Yes, the pump was at 20% but coupled with his three cocks, and that ensured that the orgasm was 60% at strength but the force coming from the gun was only at 20%. In short, he had a lot of ammo but not enough strength behind the shot.

"Your time starts... now."

David grunted and lifted his gun, fighting off the sleepiness and dizziness of having just orgasmed three times simultaneously. He quickly began pumping his gun, pondering what he should do. Seeing Tony's reaction to a full blast, he had no doubt that if exceeded 100%, he would be knocked out and possibly lose the challenge. But if he played far too conservatively like Ben, he wouldn't even get to the target.

Unless...

He left the pump at 15%.

"Time. Player David, you may fire."

David was shocked he was going first but decided there was little he could do about it. He lifted his gun, bracing himself for the triple orgasm he knew was coming. Aiming extremely high, he pulled the trigger.

He grunted, his whole body shaking and his knees threatening to buckle. His cocks just reacted of their own accord without his consent. There was no sucking sensation just a gargantuan flood of cum that exploded from his three cocks like liquid fire. The white flood seeped into the gun and exploded out in a long arch.

The trail of semen flew through the air... and landed with a splat on one of the middle rings.

"Yes!" he grunted.

"Hit. Three points to Player David. Player Benjamin, you may fire."

Taking a deep breath, Ben levelled his gun and like his father, aimed a little higher than usual. When he pulled the trigger, his left knee buckled and the tower of muscle toppled momentarily. However, with incredible will, Ben managed to keep his aim even as his entire body rippled with pleasure. Cum flooded his gun in a sizable amount and erupted from the muzzle of the weapon. The semen came streaming out in an arch and also hit the mark, closer to the bullseye than David's.

"Hit. Four points to Player Benjamin. Player Anthony, you may fire."

Neither David nor Ben had to really watch Tony as the lion lifted his gun, without taking aim and pulled the trigger. Just like before, the lion was literally swept off his feet by the strength of his orgasm and he toppled to the ground, cum simply bursting out of his cock and flooding his gun. White fluids came bursting out the gun's muzzle like a fountain. Somehow, Tony found the strength and will to turn the gun onto himself, muzzle wide open and swallowing his own juices eagerly.

His slaves cheered wildly.

"God that's disgusting," Ben grunted.

David thought it was fucking hot but kept his own counsel.

"Miss. Pumping to being in fifteen seconds."

Turning back towards the targets, he ran the risk of losing this challenge. Suddenly finding himself at a crossroads, David was torn being experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm versus keeping his son's respect. He kept reminding himself that he was doing this for his son, for Ben. But at the same time, looking at Tony on the floor, lost in the throes of afterglow with those two slaves of his cheering him on... it made him fucking hard.

"Your time starts... now."

David seized his gun and pumped it, pumped it hard.

According to his calculations, if he just made it a little over 15% and aimed just as he had before, he should get a bullseye. Keyword being 'should'. The gap between 15 and 20% was small and at 20%, he had basically being knocked down. No telling how much more than that would do.

"Time. Player Benjamin, you may fire."

Ben lifted his gun, giving his father one last nod as a salute. As he exhaled, he fire. Every muscle in his body tensed before he fell. Like a mountain falling to the ground, Ben toppled, barely catching himself in time to collapse the wooden barriers that kept him from the targets. He crashed right through the barriers but kept his gun raised high enough that when it fired, the powerful arch of semen splattered onto the outer ring of the target.

"Hit. One point to Player Benjamin. Player Anthony, you may fire."

"Ben!" David cried but his son was on the ground, eyes off in the distance, tongue out and a dazed expression on his lupine features. His son was completely out of it.

"What a light weight," Tony laughed, hefting his gun. "I bet after all this though, he'll be much better at holding his cum." He lifted his gun, not at the target but at himself. "See ya after the round ends, Papa Colt!"

He fired.

David turned away... But was surprised when he didn't hear any loud splashing or sloshing. He still heard Tony hit the ground hard and the thunderous moan of the lion as he orgasmed. When he looked back, he had to laugh when a pathetic spurt of semen shot from the gun like a bullet and landed on Tony's nose.

The lion was shooting blanks.

"Dad..."

He turned towards his son, he was barely conscious. "You... You've got to win this one..." Ben shook his head, his eyes becoming clearer even though his body was still paralysed from afterglow. "When the challenge ends... I think... I think when we go back, the losers retain some of their changes in the real world... You've got to stay human... Stay human as long as possible... Keep us from... becoming animals..."

David turned towards the target, slowly lifting his gun.

"Please dad... Please...?"

He couldn't answer his son...

So he pulled the trigger.

Cum exploded out of cocks like all the oceans of the world had been pooled into his balls and were just now being released back into the world. David's hips were thrust into the air and he actually jumped off the ground briefly as the cum came bursting out to the point where the pumps around his cock actually cracked a little and the tubes began leaking the extra semen. His gun's muzzle shot the cum but too much was being produced and too little fired. The entire weapon exploded in a glorious eruption of plastic, some bits of metal and semen.

David threw his head back, letting out a thunderous shout for freedom, a cry of ecstasy and an acclamation of who he was.

He was fucking stallion and he loved to fuck guys.

And fuck him if he wasn't going to fuck his son!

He hit the ground hard, cum showering on him like it was his baptism into the world of gay. Barely conscious, he rested his equine head to the side, catching sight of Ben's horrified look as the display of the gun landed between them...

... reading a solid round '100%'...

Which translated to - for David - a 300% orgasm.

As David drifted off into the slumber of afterglow, he heard the female announcer saying something.

"Hit. 5 points to Player David. Challenge complete. The winner is..."

_ _

*****

David started awake, completely nude and back into a human.

He gazed around his son's room finding both Tony and Ben on the ground, naked and likewise slumber. His breath caught his throat when he saw that Tony was even hairier than before. Aside from the thick chest fur and bear he had, there was a light dusting of golden blond hair on his arms, legs and the rest of his chest. His build was also becoming even more defined, definitely a swimmer's body.

Daring a look at his son, he was amazed to find Ben's slim, featureless body had quickly developed into the same definition as Tony. A light dusting of black hair was on his chest, arms and legs, thicker than they had been before but it was his muscle definition that made David hard. His son's abs were already showing.

Shaking away the shock, he gazed at himself. Much to his dismay, he found no outward changes and when he examined himself in the mirror at the back of his son's door, he found nothing out of the ordinary.

He won the round after all.

Glancing over at the Game, he found it firmly shut with a note sitting on top.

Gingerly, he picked it up and it read, 'Congratulations Player David. As a reward, you have now obtained the Multi Orgasm ability, produce extra semen based on the number of times you have orgasmed that day. The Game continues in 24 hours.'

A soft rustling told him both Tony and Ben were waking.

"Ben!" he cried, kneeling next down to his son...

... only to be knocked aside.

"I trusted you," Ben growled, his teeth looking a little sharper than usual.

Regret instantly came flooding into his system. "Ben... I -"

"Get out," his son snarled. "Just... Get out."