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Sorcery
-by XD4000
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The door clicked as Marshall pulled the key from the lock, smirking to himself as he returned to his friend already seated at the game table. Wyatt held a sleek plastic character piece in between his fingers. He squinted as he studied it, unsure if the details on the character were really her intended clothing or perhaps just a skimpy set of starting gear. The female wizard clutched a wand with both hands as she smiled widely at it. He looked back to the art on the front of the game box, noting the particularly cute design of a Braixen brandishing her own heart tipped wand behind the title of the game “Sorcery”. The most peculiar aspect of it all was the tagline of the game: “The game of salacious sorcerer duels and titillating transformations”. Before Wyatt could think to question it, he felt Marshall nudge his leg from across the table.

“You good, dude? You’ve been staring at that piece for a while,” he snickered as he unpacked more of the game. 

Wyatt dropped the piece and scoffed. “I’m starting to wonder what freaky game you want to play. This doesn’t have a lot of rules, right? I told you I have to go to bed early for class tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry, dude,” Marshall said. “This game is super simple, and we might as well hang out if we’re going to be roommates this semester, right? No sense just shutting up in our rooms and studying every day.”

“I guess. I just didn’t expect you to suggest a role playing game. From your soccer scholarship, I would never have pegged you as the type.”

“Trust me, there’s no better way to unwind than to lose yourself in becoming a new character, and Sorcery is one of my favorite games. I used to play it all the time with a buddy back home.”

“Okay, so how do we play?”

“Easy,” Marshall said as he took the piece from Wyatt and placed it on the board. “We each start the game as baseline sorcerers with access to a deck of spells. Each card in the deck is a different spell, and the object of the game is to use those spells to defeat your opponent. For this first game, we’ll play against each other, but there’s some other modules and preplanned stories we can try later if you end up liking this.”

Wyatt nodded. He reached for the top card of the decks of spells, but Marshall slapped his hand away.

“What are you doing? You can’t look at the deck! It will ruin the surprise of the game!”

“I was just gonna’ check the top card to get an idea of what spells there are. Are they all just attacks or what?”

“No. Some have other utilities, like dodging and what not, but trust me, they're much more fun to discover during the game, especially for your first time.”

“Gotcha. The game doesn’t seem too complicated, then. And you said this is really popular where you’re from? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it.”

“It’s pretty niche, especially the version I have, but I think you’ll enjoy it once you get the hang of it. So, are you ready to get started?”

“I suppose so,” Wyatt said. “How do we start?”

Marshall smirked. “Just take your blank character piece, put it in front of you on the board, close your eyes, and say you’re ready.”

“I really have to close my eyes?” Wyatt scoffed.

“Yep,” Marshall said. “You really do.”

Wyatt rolled his eyes, but relented and closed them.

“Fine, my eyes are closed now. I’m ready.”

Wyatt opened his eyes. In the mere seconds his eyes were closed, the world around him had completely changed. The cramped living room of their dorm and all of its walls had fallen away in place of a lush, wide open savannah. Thick wild grass ran up to Wyatt’s knees and waved along in the heavy evening breeze. An orange sun teetered on the horizon amid a field of pink rolling clouds without a single tree to impede its glow, and it took aim at Marshall and Wyatt like a spotlight. 

Wyatt looked down to his shaking hands, seeing the wand in his grasp. A small deck of cards floated beside him. And as he looked up, he saw Marshall taking a stance and aiming his own wand at Wyatt.

“I’ll take the first move to show you how it’s done, newbie,” Marshall called with a laugh.

Wyatt failed to find any humor in this. “You’ll what? What the heck is going on, Marshall?! Damn it, where are we?”

Marshall just drew five cards from his own floating deck and eyed them in his hand. “You said you were ready, right? This is the game, though you’ll find the special edition I have is a bit more lifelike.”

A cold sweat ran down Wyatt’s neck. They were in the game, or at least some dimension or version of it. Wyatt couldn’t make sense of any of it, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to escape this unless either he or Marshall won. Either way, Wyatt couldn’t deny that somehow, the game had transported them to some other world to play out their duel. It was just like any VR game, right? Just a bit more real. And how much experience could Marshall have? Wyatt’s hands stopped shaking as he gripped his wand with renewed resolution.

“Fine,” Wyatt called back. “Gonna blind side me like this just to play your game? Then do your worst, but don’t get mad when I beat you.”

“That’s the spirit,” Marshall replied as he held up his first card.  “But don’t worry. I’ve never lost. And judging by my opening hand, I’ve got this game on lock, but I’ll go easy on you. I’m just gonna play this to start: a “Stasis” card.”

Marshall revealed the card between his fingers and held it up. The magic in it pulsed for a moment, then the entire card vanished. In its place, two ethereal shackles came forth and raced through the air over to Wyatt. He clenched his eyes shut, bracing himself for any impact or pain from the unknown card, but as he looked to see the damage, he didn’t feel any different.

That is, until he went to move his feet. The shackles had clung to his ankles and bound him in place.

“I think you get the gist of the card, but in case you’re still in shock, the Stasis card lets me lock down my opponent for one turn, so you won’t be going anywhere or retreating anytime soon,” Marshall said. “The downside is that I don’t get to attack you any other way this turn, so it’s your move now.”

Marshall shrugged as he passed over control to Wyatt. The floor beneath Wyatt lit up, signaling the start of his turn.

He held his five cards fanned out in his left hand and clutched his wand in his right. The cards barely had any explaining text on them and merely had names and a bit of a descriptor, but hardly much to parse their entire versatility. Wyatt was quick to notice the three cards in his hand that read “Dodge”. He reasoned that may be a way to avoid any particularly nasty spells, but then he remembered his shackles. Wyatt’s eyes widened. 

“I think I get the point of using that Stasis card first,” he announced. “You must have some spell planned that you don’t want me to be able to dodge. Probably something crazy.”

Marshall chuckled. “Look at you with your game sense. Maybe that’s true, or maybe it isn’t? Only one way to see, so make your move already.”

Wyatt gripped his wand, hardly able to read anything on Marshall. He looked back to his hand, checking his two remaining cars that weren’t a reactionary dodge: “Copy” and “Fireball”. The names seemed self explanatory.

“Fine, I use this: ‘Fireball’!” Wyatt called. 

He held out his wand as the card disappeared, its power forming at the tip of his wand. An intense heat began to form, and with one gesture from Wyatt, he was able to send the massive fireball hurtling towards Marshall. He briefly worried that he might actually hurt or burn his friend, but Marshall hardly seemed to care about the mass of fire headed his way.

And Wyatt could see why. He barely identified Marshall whip out another card and use it just before the Fireball struck him. The spell went right through where Marshall was and dissipated into nothing, yet above where the spell hit, Wyatt saw a figure floating. He squinted his eyes, but it was indeed Marshall who had somehow gotten so high up in the sky as to escape all damage from the spell.

“Ha. Dodges are pretty handy when you’re not tied down, right?” Marshall chuckled as he slowly levitated down to the ground.

Wyatt grit his teeth. His guess on the usefulness of the dodge cards were correct. He wasn’t sure if one would be enough to fully escape how surprisingly big his first spell was, but Marshall evaded it with ease. And now the turn passed back to Marshall, whose devious grin was all the signal Wyatt needed to know what he would be on the receiving end of something devastating.

Marshall pulled the card he had been smiling at and held it up. “Here’s a lesson in the power of this game: I first play a ‘Combination’ card.”

“Wait, your first?” Wyatt asked. “You can play more than one card in a turn?”

“Not normally, but the Combination card is a rare and powerful card; with it, I’m able to combine two of my spells into one that goes beyond the might of any single card. And with you thankfully tied down, you’ll be forced to eat the whole thing!”

A cold sweat ran down Wyatt’s neck, but he tried his best not to look shaken. “Oh yeah? Then do your worst, already!”

Marshall smirked. “For you, this is more like my best. Now, with my Combination, I’m turning my two favorites into one: I’ll combine the ‘Scorch’ card and one of the strongest cards this game has to offer: the ‘Transformation’ card.”

Wyatt braced himself as he watched the two cards spiral together. A powerful radiance burst forth and drenched both sorcerers in its light, yet the light seemed to loom more over Wyatt. Indeed, as the radiance turned globular and formed the shape of a projectile, its sights were aimed right at Wyatt, and his binding Stasis status only made him even more fearful of the devastating attack headed his way.

In a flash, the attack flew through the air like a bullet. With every bit it traveled, the attack became sharper and more defined, and when it finally reached Wyatt and struck him in the chest, the light had formed the shape of an arrow. It went through and through, leaving a sizzling black mark in the grass behind Wyatt. He looked down to his chest, but there were no burn marks. He began to feel warm, for sure, but the heat was odd. Nothing searing, but the way it clung to his body made it impossible to ignore.

“I...I don’t feel anything. What was that attack supposed to even do?”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll be feeling it soon. First, though, the effect of Scorch activates, forces you to discard your entire hand until you have just one card left. Not only that, but you lose your next draw, so no getting lucky and drawing your way out of this.”

Wyatt grimaced, reluctantly choosing all but one of his cards to lose.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ve chosen the card I’ll keep.”

As Wyatt said that, the other three cards in his hand turned to cinders and drifted away on the evening breeze.

Marshall saw the card in his opponent's hand burn up, leaving just one effect left from his attack to take hold. “Hehe, perfect. Now, relax as you get a first hand experience as to why ‘Transformation’ is not only one of the best cards in the game, but also my absolute favorite to use offensively.”

Offensive? As Wyatt thought the word, the area around his chest where the spell hit him began to heat up even more. He put his hands to the wound, but the surging heat still didn’t cause him any pain. In fact, as he pressed his hand and wand to it, it instead made Wyatt’s spine shiver. The heat began to spread all across the young man’s chest. It bounced from his chest to his fingers and up his arms and soon his whole body felt that tingling and tickling warmness. 

Then, beneath his shirt, Wyatt felt something oddly new. Marshall already knew what was happening even as he saw his friend dip his hand beneath his collar: Wyatt was finally noticing the wonderful fields of fur growing across his body. However, Marshall didn’t expect his opponent to completely pull his shirt off in a panic. Still, it gave both of them quite the viewing of the ensuing effects of the Transformation attack, especially as they both witnessed the tufts of white fur forming themselves around Wyatt’s chest and up around his shoulders and cheeks. 

Beneath the whites, creamy yellows shades of new fur flowed up to his head and down to his hips. Wyatt’s old curly chestnut hair lost its own color completely and was assimilated by the yellows, though it at least gave him some similar feature of his old self, despite the fact that his hair cut now sat between two wide triangular fox ears. The whole time those new ears were growing out, Wyatt felt every inch of them forming. Even the new waves of thick orange fur spilling out of the inside of his ears made their entire formation abundantly clear to their host. All of it only made the heat in Wyatt spike to new heights, yet now, as the transformation seemed to be wrapping up, all the heat appeared to be concentrating on one area of his body: between his legs.

Slowly panning down Wyatt’s face, he could feel the teeth in his mouth changing shape to fit his growing snout. A small crimson nose finished off his snout’s completion, and when Wyatt finally went to exhale, he found his breath so much hotter than before. So warm, and the noise that escaped his mouth sounded something more akin to a moan than a gasp of air.

Finally, beneath Wyatt’s already tight shorts, his hips widened out to stretch the elastic nicely. Though his height dropped a few inches, he still remained in his last piece of clothing comfortably, though he had a feeling that Marshall wouldn’t let that remain that way without a fight. Dark black fur coated the rest of his legs and led to his new pair of paws holding him up. As he noticed his feet changing, he looked to his hands too and only saw paws holding his wand and final card. He clenched them both as best as he could, feeling the heat on him fuel a confused rage as he shot a death glare over to his smug opponent. 

“M-Marshall…what the hell did you do to me?”

Marshall just shook his head. “Don’t you get it by now? Transformation normally is used to boost a sorcerer’s own abilities by turning them into a much stronger form. However, with something like Combination, you can turn this utility spell into something offensive, and you’ll find the results to be quite stimulating.”

The way he said that did something to Wyatt’s new body. It made him yearn for something he didn’t have between his legs, but he tried his best not to recognize what his body was hot for. He winced through it, only being brought out of his pleasure pang as he was reminded of his deck floating beside him, yet it wasn’t the same deck from before. The previous deck had cards with a symbol of fire on the back of them, but these new cards bore a different symbol: a smiling Braixen in front of a massive heart. He looked back to his wand as well, noticing the plain looking stick he once held had now gained a much more ornate design: little wings were carved along the base of the light wood and up at the tip of it was another big heart that had been painted pink like the evening sky.

“Mmph, so why did my wand change? And my deck, too?” Marshall managed to ask.

“That’s easy: you’re a new person now, or rather, a new Braixen. It’s the 00 option of the Transformation spell; you’ve become an exact copy of the mascot of Sorcery: Ari, the clumsy yet spunky Braixen novice. To match, your wand and deck have become not only girlier, but also severely weakened in their strength and card quality. Haha, you get it now? You’re pretty much a sitting duck! And when my turn comes back around, you’ll see just how potent an even stronger Combination can be!

“Oh, and one more thing. You might have guessed it, but that girl you were fawning over on the cover of the game? That’s Ari. And well, you may look a lot like her, but you’re still missing one crucial detail. And on my next turn, I’ll fix that and with the game all in one move.”

Wyatt furrowed his brow. Crucial detail? Of that cute Braixen on the box? What could he…oh. Wyatt realized it as the heat in him flared up again. He still felt like himself. He still felt like a guy, and even confirmed it as she shuffled his legs to reveal that his cock was still intact, though definitely smaller than before. Wyatt’s eyes widened. 

Marshall planned to turn him into a girl. To turn him fully into Ari and make him surrender.

Wyatt needed to focus. He thought about what Marshall said about his second Combination. He has another? Crap, I really need to think of something. Mmph, but I can't stop thinking…lewd thoughts…can’t stop staring at Marshall…damn it, I need to focus! I have a card right? I’m starting to forget…but I remember I kept something good, I think? These games are so silly, but oh well, I suppose I’ll play. Oh, and only one card in my hand? Might as well see if it does anything.

“Umm, I guess I can only play this one: ‘Copy’. Is that any good right now?”

Marshall’s cocky smile melted away in an instant. He watched the same light from before form over Wyatt’s Braixen form, and Marshall knew it would descend upon him soon.

“Y-you kept that of all cards? No way! Oh crap, and you’ve already activated it! Am I really out of dodges?!” 

Marshall began to sweat as the Combination spell he used on Wyatt now stared him down. He looked back to his hand, searching for any answer, but he knew nothing could save him. He was the real sitting duck now, and Wyatt couldn't help but laugh. Wyatt felt himself get more and more in control of himself again. That ditzy, girly personality that came with Ari’s body was able to be held off if he focused on it enough, though he knew if the battle went on too long, he’d probably become possessed by it.

“Ha, you look so scared. Guess you don’t want a taste of your own medicine, huh? Well, too bad! I’m sending my spell right for you!”

There was nothing Marshall could do as the Combination spell fired from Wyatt’s wand. The hurtling mass of white flew across the sky and engulfed Marshall’s entire body in its light. Still in disbelief that he’d been so far bested, and yet he clenched his fists and stayed standing amid the impact. He could hardly remember the last time an opponent he had thought so little of had actually turned the tables like that. He still smirked to himself, even laughing as the spell took its toll on him. Marshall knew exactly which one card to keep as Scorch took effect, and when his choice had been made, he knew the Transformation would be next.

Wyatt watched from his position, trying to make out if Marshall ended up escaping or not. Much to his amusement, Wyatt noticed a figure coming out of the light, and it looked a lot like he did now: those tall fox-like ears, that fememine shape, and of course the big, bushy tail keeping their wand safe. The new Braixen that emerged from the light was indeed Marshall, judging by the voice producing that ragged breathing the fox sorcerer was giving off. No doubt Marshall was grappling with the same heat that permeated through Wyatt, perhaps even more so, judging by how frazzled he seemed to be. Or perhaps the ironic punishment of finally being on the receiving end of his signature combination made Marshall’s transformation that much more intense.

The turn passed over to Marshall as the two Braixen’s stared each other down. For such cute creatures, the determination each of them bore to defeat the other filled the area with a nasty aura of tension. However, as Wyatt tried to plan his next move, he was interrupted by the sudden rising laughter from Marshall.

“I’ll admit, that was a good move, Wyatt. I thought you’d totally lose your nerve after I transformed you, but then you went and did it to me. It’s pretty much even now, but like I said before, the one card I saved will be enough to end this here and now. Check it out!”

The Braixen held his final card in between the digits of his paw and raised it into the air. Wyatt had no reason to guess the card, for it made itself known: pink gas began to spill out of the card as the shape of a heart formed in the air. Worst of all, behind the heart was the symbol of the female gender. Marshall’s haughty laughter only made his Braixen face look even more maniacal, yet with his attack swelling to incredible proportions and with Wyatt out of options, Marshall knew his excitement was justified.

“Now, finish this. You may have guessed it by now, but this card will fill in all the missing gaps in your character and fully turn you into Ari, including turning you into a girl. Heh, and you already look so much like her. Why not make you perfect? But don’t worry~ I may just change you back if you’re good.”

Wyatt, however, stayed silent.

“Nothing to say, huh?” Marshall gawked. “Be that way, though you’ll be a lot less quiet once my final spell makes contact with you and ends our duel. GG, dude.”

Marshall flicked his wand and sent the heart barreling towards Wyatt. The Braixen put his paws on his thick hips and gave a final triumphant laugh. His opponent had since been completely eclipsed in the radiant pink light of the spell, no doubt already beginning to feel the all-consuming effects of the magic grip around his body and mind. To feel his entire sense as a male be decimated and diminished to nothing, leaving only Ari and her overwhelmingly cute charm to take charge. Like how Marshall had beaten so many opponents before in his custom little game, and how he took his rightful prize of their new and needy bodies. 

And yet, as Marshall fantasized about having Wyatt transformed into his newest Braixen girl conquest, he paused, realizing his spell had yet to hit its target...realizing something must have gone terribly wrong. He looked up at his attack, and it was still as massive as ever and illuminating them both in its glow, yet why hadn’t it made a direct hit? He wondered if Wyatt had somehow found a way out, only to have his fears confirm as he heard a voice across the battlefield. 

From behind the stalled impact of Marshall’s gender swapping spell, Wyatt’s voice rose up and taunted him. “Ha. And here I thought you knew everything about this game, yet you obviously forgot the second effect of ‘Copy’. If my copied spell hits my opponent, I’m allowed to draw one more card.”

Shock crossed Marshall’s face. He had no hope of calling off his attack in response to that final card, and judging by how his attack couldn’t break through, he knew it had to be one of very few options Wyatt could have conjured up. He had to hope that it just wasn’t that card.

“S-so you found a Shield card? It will just block the spell, but the duel is still on!”

“A Shield?” Wyatt laughed. “You wish I’d only found that. No, the card I found was much better for turning this game around and wiping that stupid smile off your face!”

The sound of cracking glass rang out throughout the battlefield. Marshall feared that sound. The sound of his spell bouncing off the face of its own reflection. 

‘Y-you didn’t!” Marshall called.

“Oh, but I did. The card I drew from my deck was ‘Mirror’!”

Upon declaration, all the glass of Wyatt’s reflective magic mirror burst forth, all its shards warding off Marshall’s attack and sending it right back where it came from. Marshall looked to his paws, but he had no cards. In a panic, he tried to swipe at his deck and pull any card he could to avoid his inevitable fate, but his paws phased right through his cards. The game knew he had already lost. All there was now was to watch the spectacle of his crushing defeat. 

Marshall’s head jolted up just in time to be met face to face with his own attack. That swollen pink heart pulsing with such female energy and possessive might blasted across his body. 

Wyatt held his arms up over his face as the spell collided with Marshall. So much dust and smoke was kicked up and billowed all across the battlefield, but Wyatt knew he had miraculously won.  Over a few painfully long moments, the energy from the attack finally began to dissipate. Wyatt put his paws to his face as the dust settled, yet he noticed the tactile sensation of his five fingers on each hand return to him. The soft fur on his cheeks too began to disappear and turn back into skin. The magic that had locked him into that Braixen form had left him with his resounding victory, allowing him to return back to his old human self.

He smiled as he watched the last bit of fur and Braixen details be replaced by his old human features. “Haha, yes! I’m me again! But…Marshall?”

The magical pink fog still swirled around Wyatt’s defeated opponent. As he squinted and tried to make out any shape, he finally saw the silhouette of someone hunched over on the ground, presumably in pain. Even so, the noises that began to rise up from smoke didn’t sound sharp or soaked in pain, but Wyatt was oblivious. The adrenaline rush of winning left him as he began to worry for his friend’s life, despite the precarious circumstances he had tricked him into. He dropped his wand and cards and ran across the savannah over to his collapsed friend. 

“Marshall? Are you okay? I turned back to normal so...I guess you surrendered?”

Silence passed for a moment, then a strange voice met Wyatt’s ears. Some high pitched and airy voice. Whiny, too. Most of all, it was undoubtedly female, and Wyatt began to understand how real the game of Sorcery really was.

“I had to surrender, Wyatt. That’s the rules. You got me, fair and square.”

Wyatt kneeled down, waving more of the smoke away, and as it cleared, he found Marshall. Still the same Braixen as before, yet with subtle changes on her: a softer face, a bustier chest and hips, and most potent of all was the strong heat radiating from her body. Even from where Wyatt was, the heat bounced off his body and tickled at his exposed skin. The Braixen looked up at him, but Wyatt found it hard to look back.

The new Braixen girl was not in pain. Rather, she was doubled over in heat.

“Is that really you, Marshall?”

She slowly nodded. “I-it’s me. Haha…”

Hearing that voice come from the Braixen again was enough to send Wyatt toppling back into the grass. He tried to back away, but he found it hard to leave Marshall like that. His mind ran at a millions miles an hour trying to process it all, and all he could do to placate his confusion was shake his head and stare at the sky.

“I can’t believe any of this! What? Is this game cursed or something? Magic? How the hell do we even get back to the dorm, anyway?! And are you gonna be stuck like that forever? Our dorms aren’t co-ed, y’know! And they’ll probably question why you’re now a Braixen AND a girl on top of all--!”

Wyatt felt his face grow hot as he flipped his view down from the sky and onto the surprise of that Braixen girl flopped across his lap. Marshall had her arms draped over his legs with her snout pressed up along Wyatt’s chest. As her lusty eyes locked with his, she smiled and slowly dragged the fur of her snout down his skin, then pressed her nose between his legs, breathing in deep his manly scent. Her new body went wild with every breath she took, giving little thought to Wyatt’s heart beating out of his chest from having his friend acting so seductive to him. So forward and slutty...and Marshall was powerless to disobey the role he was not forced to play. 

“You won, Wyatt,” the Braixen cooed as she nuzzled her snout into his crotch even more. “You have to take your prize. That’s the only way the game can finish and let us go.”

“I have to what?! D-dude, aren’t you taking this Ari persona a little too seriously?”

The Braixen scoffed as she put her paws to Wyatt’s waist and gripped the sides of his shorts. “It’s a role playing game. Besides…I can’t really help it. And for the rest of the game, you’ll have to call me Ari~”

As she said that, she jerked her arms down, taking down as much of Wyatt’s pants as she could, and sure enough, with even just a bit of room to be free, Ari caught the prize she yearned for leap up in full attention. Wyatt hardly even noticed he had gotten so hard since Ari had thrown herself at him, and the pleasure volted through his body even more as the warmth of Ari’s fur and body cascaded down his sensitive skin. The blood rushed to his head and his cock, robbing Wyatt of any option to back out of the situation. If Ari was telling the truth as well, then there was no use to prolong this anymore. He had to do it. He had to take her. 

Wyatt took a deep breath, slowly placing his shaky hand onto the back of Ari’s head. She paused, watching Wyatt and letting him take the lead. Admittedly, he’d been with very few girls before, none of which nearly as overt as Ari. No Pokemon either, for sure. Still, Wyatt couldn’t help but find her so cute. She looked just like Ari from the cover of the game. His cock twinged with want, pulsing and throbbing to be pleased and taken care of. And Ari was practically begging for it. She wanted her muzzle on Wyatt’s body, and she was so close now. Her mouth mere inches away from getting her desires fulfilled.

Then Wyatt gave into it all. He pressed his hand down, pushing Ari’s face forward, forcing her mouth on Wyatt’s cock and to take it all. Wyatt immediately fell back along the grass, losing all energy in his body as the soaked and comforting warmth of Ari’s tongue and lips cradled his cock so nicely, and rightfully so. Ari was a bona fide master of two things: sorcery and pleasing cock.

Ari moaned into Wyatt, taking all of his cock in her muzzle and loving every second of it. As she did, she wrapped herself along his legs, even going as far as to rub her body along his. Her fox-like snout rolling and rubbing across Wyatt’s crotch and balls, and most notable of all was the soaked patch between Ari’s legs that she made no secret of. She brazenly rubbed it along Wyatt’s legs, informing her master of just how needy she was. How much she desired him. How much her body cried out for him to fuck her so bad. If that wasn’t enough of a siren declaring her lust, most certainly her tongue working overtime on his cock would have fulfilled the duty. 

Even worse yet were her pitiful whimpers. The pleasure soaked cries of a loser who had been bested and turned into the bitch that she was. In this realm, there was no “Marshall”. Only Ari and Wyatt, and Wyatt reigned supreme. With his cock being pleased so well, what other dynamic could possibly exist? Wyatt could even feel Ari’s teats drag along his legs as she got so into him. She made no inch of her body a secret to her victor. Her toes curled up as she swallowed more and more of Wyatt’s cock, though both spontaneous lovers knew such love making would not stop at a simple blow job. No, both of their bodies cried out for something more intimate. More sensual. More pleasurable. 

And yet, Wyatt couldn’t help but tease the girl that was once his male friend. “Wow, you’re really getting into this girly persona huh? Is that what you hoped to make me?”

Ari pulled her mouth off Wyatt’s cock, resisting the urge to bite his skin. Instead, she remained subservient, as was demanded by her personality. “Sh-shut up...and god damn do you have a big dick…”

Wyatt was going to laugh and question the odd comment, but that was Ari’s expected outcome. Right before the words left Wyatt’s mouth, Ari brought both her paws down on Wyatt’s thighs and swallowed his cock up again, running her tongue along its length and blending her sexual energy and hot breath together into such a divine persuasion. Wyatt found little use in continuing his patronizing ways, especially as Ari pressed down on his legs and hoisted herself up. Wyatt noticed that she too was blushing, and yet she ventured on, preparing her legs over Wyatt and holding herself just above his still throbbing and saliva soaked member. 

“Marsh-, err, Ari, you...just because I won, you don’t have to do this...I don’t want to force you…”

Ari gave a small laugh. With a swift movement, she brought her nether lips up to Wyatt’s cock, letting it kiss her entrance before dropping her weight down and spearing herself. She cried out in tandem with Wyatt, yet both felt so strangely right with the combination of their bodies. The way their flesh mingled and touched. Like long lost puzzle pieces finally fitting together. Ari had her head thrown back, her paws gripping Wyatt’s legs so tightly, but her grip loosened as the initial thunderbolt of ecstasy washed over her and the cock pulsing inside her sopping pussy began to settle.

“Tch...as if I could stop myself from getting fucked by you…fighting this desire is impossible...” moaned Ari. “Not like I’d ever stop it. Just because you won...doesn’t mean I didn’t want your dick inside me…”

Wyatt could only blush at that. What other reaction was there? He could hardly believe his circumstances over the past hour, and yet here he was: getting the best pussy of his life, and from a Braixen, no less. He tried not to think about who she used to be, and surely it was far out of her mind as well. All the two cared about was here and now, and here they were, enjoying the fruit of their sex, the loving lust, the absolute extent of two young lovers making love. Now, Ari was rocking herself along Wyatt’s cock, flinging her hips back and forth as her paws wrapped themselves around her lover’s legs and let her ride so easily. 

Ari’s fluffy tail lolled and brushed against Wyatt so lazily, a slave to the rhythm of both of their ever igniting libidos. Both of their very cores surged with that flammable lust like that of a volcano swelling with magma, and no such disaster could call off Ari’s swift hip thrusts and the moaning of Wyatt’s name. She called the syllables of him like a final breath, reveling in each sound and letting each bit of her speech ride on the rising waves of her spiralling ecstasy. Wyatt’s body found little reprieve from the infectious passion accelerating through every cell of Ari’s new body. Before he even knew it, his hips were too locked in Ari’s seductive metronome, rising up and bucking his cock deep into her walls before pulling back just to do it all over again.

The speed picked up. Ari blasted new hot embers from her maw as her body had little other course for her mounting pleasure. Wyatt’s cock slid inside her so perfectly. Ari’s body clung to that slab of meat and felt so completely filled by it. The intimate warmth of her supple snatch drove Ari to near exhaustion just from getting fucked, but she barely held on. Only the moaning of Wyatt’s name and her own desire to feel her pussy filled to the brim with male seed kept her hips rocking with such force. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Each movement of her body gliding the two towards their mutual orgasm, and it would come perhaps sooner than they expected.

With a powerful moan the two lovers shared, Wyatt found his body locked into Ari’s. The Braixen’s pussy felt so supremely tight on him, and with that immaculate tightness came the squeeze of Wyatt’s climax. As Ari ducked her head down and buried her chin in her chest, Wyatt found his opening. Those cute little ears of the Braixen he was fucking were so close to him now. He couldn't help himself. With a final bit of energy, he opened his mouth and took Ari’s ear between his teeth, biting down and nibbling on it so lovingly. 

However, the way such loving pendulums swing always end up coming to a grandiose exclamation, and Ari and Wyatt both felt on the verge of such an arrival. Like a floodgate being destroyed, that little act broke all the boundaries between Ari and Wyatt’s climax. In turn with Wyatt’s biting of Ari’s ears, her body contracted along his cock, drawing all seed from him and milking every drop Wyatt could provide. Cum flooded the pleasure struck Braixen, and she had little else to do but take it all. Every thick blast of Wyatt’s seed took home in Ari and coated her walls so nicely. The seed filled her so well that she could have sworn it even hit her brain. Perhaps that's why she felt compelled to crumble across Wyatt’s chest, her head resting just below his, panting in time with him, and still so completely speared on his cock, never even thinking to pull herself off.

Wyatt just stared up at the sky, catching his breath as he felt the soft touch of the Braixen caress his skin. He could feel his own seed trail down his legs and mix with Ari’s fur, yet none of that mattered to him. Wyatt only wished to stay locked in the afterglow, forever mixing with Ari. Her fur felt so soothing on him. So loving. How could he ever go without it? Perhaps that was the true motivation of the game he played. 

He looked down to his Braixen lover, hardly able to speak at first, but soon the words came to him.

“Ari...are you good? Did you like that?”

She just nodded, cradling herself more into Wyatt’s chest. 

Wyatt smiled at that. “I’ll admit, it was a pretty fun time. It definitely got my mind off of classes, that’s for sure. Just…do you have any other versions of this game? Or do you only have this Braixen edition?”

She nuzzled her furry ears into Wyatt’s chest more as she shook her head. “I...I have some more, but they’re not as good, trust me. This is the best one by far,” she said, punctuating it by craning her neck up and kissing Wyatt on the cheek.

Wyatt could only chuckle at that as he held his friend even closer to him. “Yeah, I’d say you’re right about that.”