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Z-Fuel

Written by Leo_Todrius

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There was something about being nineteen that made seven P.M. feel like it could be the start to a long and productive day, and for Asher Blake, that meant the start of a very profitable work day. The teenager's bedroom had been kitted out, glowing like some sort of nuclear reactor during pride month. Interlocking plastic hexagons had been mounted to the wall and pulsed ambient RGB hues while LED strip lights ran along the ceiling molding and around the back edge of every dresser, cabinet and shelf Ash possessed. Even his closet had recessed lighting, casting an aurora of color across his selection of gamer wear despite the fact that the closet was intentionally left off camera.

While the constant colorful assault on the senses was spread out across the room more or less evenly, the source was clear. A full ATX PC tower sat atop a double wide L shaped computer desk. The front bezel was hypnotic in the ever mutating colors that snaked their way around the surface of the plastic, whereas the beating heart of the computer remained steadfast in its turquoise and pink color set. Everything from the keyboard to the mouse, the headset and even the mousepad that ran across the full length of the lower level of the desk were illuminated in some way. It would have cost a fortune, and technically it did, but it was all a business expense for one of the internet's up and coming gaming icons.

The door to the bedroom eased open briefly, giving a view of a far more ordinary over-painted cream colored hallway lit by one of the last remaining incandescent bulbs in existence. Ash stepped into his room, wearing a white and turquoise tie-dye hoodie splashed with a few faint pink auroras. While a lot of gamers went for the shaggy bedhead millennial look, Ash had gone for something a little more distinct. His platinum blond hair had tapered fade sides, showing off the black ear cuffs he wore more easily, whereas the top was longer, grown into a sort of fauxhawk.

Ash moved back over to his deluxe gaming chair and sunk down into it, feeling the comfort foam reshaping around his posterior. He shifted his weight from one side to the other a few times before he was satisfied before he looked over to the corner of his room. Sitting in a far less complex office chair was Ash's neighbor and friend, Quill Nez. The eighteen year old's graphite black hair spilled across his forehead, held back from his rich brown eyes by his black framed glasses. His tawny skin had hints of terra cotta tones.

"Are you ready for the live stream?" Quill asked hopefully, "I've got the levels all adjusted." he offered helpfully. Ash grinned, his teeth practically sparkling, only bringing out how almost unnaturally blue his eyes were.

"I'm ready. Let's get gaming." Ash said, turning his chair to face his multi-monitor display and the HLR camera rigged on top of it. In one of the screens a smokey haze of white, turquoise and pink clouds had been hypnotically drifting, spilling around invisible borders that spelled out ASHH. As they counted down to the start of the livestream, Quill queued some lightning claps in the clouds and some thunder, then a dissolve wipe to reveal Ash's face to his audience. The ambient spillover of the aurora of lights around the room seemed to paint the gamer in a psychedelic melange.

"What up gamers! It's ya boy, ASHH!" Ash grinned, doing a bit of a stretch to show off the modest muscles in his arms, "The time has come and you're going to get an exclusive first look at Indiescope's news expansion, RelEXO. Tips, tricks, nerfs, you got a smorgamesboarg of content and I will be your guide." Ash said, waggling his eyebrows a little as he leaned in, putting a little emphasis on his pouty lips, "Stay with me, I promise I'll be gentle. Shhh..." He whispered with mock seduction.

Quill blushed a little across the room, turning his chair to look at the chat comments coming in already. ASHH had developed quite a gaymer following over the months he'd been producing, and they'd been rather relentless in drowning out the haters. From Ash's rainbow motif to his flirty, borderline himbo approach, it was easy to see why people had a crush on him. Honestly, Quill did too, though Ash was certainly out of his league. Quill sometimes joked with himself that Ash was in a different league of legends. Then he'd sigh and fold back in on himself.

"Now you know none of this would be possible without that little bit of special, that one thing I couldn't live without..." Ash whispered to his microphone before he leaned back. Quill felt his heart flutter in vain, knowing what was coming even though he wished it could have been anything else. The rainbow of lights glinted off a metal can as Ash brought it into frame, "Our brand new sponsor, G-Tech's Z-Fuel. Z fuel doesn't just wake you up, it pushes you beyond the limits of human limitations. Each can is full of enough protein and caffeine to keep you powering through the night, pounding those enemies over and over and over..."

A snap and a hiss came as Ash opened the can and tipped it back. Quill tensed a little, watching with cringing eyes behind his glasses.. Trying a new product on a livestream for the first time was risky, but Ash let out a refreshing hiss and then a shamelessly boyish grin of satisfaction, "Oh hell yes..." he cooed, "If you're sick and tired of over-played flavors, Z-Fuel is what you need. It reminds me of those every-flavor jelly beans when we were kids. Z-Fuel prairie zone has sort of a grassy flavor to it." Ash considered for a moment, "Help me reach my next million subscribers and I might just dye my hair green in celebration." he smirked. Quill almost made a sound as the comments section started exploding with people chiming in on both sides of that declaration. Ash smirked and took another long swig of the Z-fuel, impressed by the fizzy feeling that coated his throat and his tongue. It seemed to sink down to his stomach, building outward. His nipples were hardening a little in his shirt, not to mention a little bit of stirring in his pants. The gamer set the can down at the edge of the frame, logo artfully turned towards the camera.

"Now, let me bring you all a little bit closer to me as we start our deep dive into RelEXO." Ash said, slipping right back into his seductive voice. The livestream filled with a picture in picture where Ash shared the screen with gameplay video of his avatar navigating an asymmetrical sandbox survival battle royale game. The environments were just as colorful as Ash's surroundings, giving his viewers a veritable overload of visual stimuli. Across the virtual environment, other advance-copy players were loading in to begin hunting for one another, more than a few of them likely doing their own livestreams.

Taking advantage of the lull before the storm, Ash grabbed his can of Z-Fuel and tipped it back. It hadn't been a conscious decision, but as the grassy flavor blossomed over his tongue, he was glad he had. It invigorated him, gave him a bit of a buzz - well, maybe more than a bit. He felt a charge moving through his body. His sheer activewear pants tented easily, offering next to no resistance as he got a bit hard. A faint blush colored his otherwise pale cheeks. It felt almost ironic given how much of his persona was built on being cute and seductive, but the idea of having a hard on on camera wasn't quite what his channel was about.

"Oh yeah, mad props to Z-Fuel my bros, I'm ready for this now!" Ash said, giving a cocky grin. Across the room, Quill looked faintly confused. There was something off. Using the utmost quiet, he reached for one of the cans of Z-Fuel to get a closer look at it. The effervescent lights of Ash's room glared off his glasses as he tried to read. It looked common enough; guarna, taurine, caffeine, protein, sucralose... At least Ash wouldn't get wired by sugar at the same time he got wired by everything else. Quill set aside his concerns and the can, returning to his own laptop to monitor the progress of the livestream.

It seemed that every time ASHH mentioned Z-Fuel, G-tech was increasing their promotion payout. It also seemed like the audience loved seeing him amped up. The comments were equally invested in the game as they were in ASHH personally. Quill's eyebrow arched before he flagged one comment for Ash's attention, sending it up on one of his screens. Ash's mouth dropped open before he gave a heartwarming grin.

"And mad props to my main man Bromeo242 for the amazing fan art of me on top of Mount Cyanide in Railboss! Your art skills know no limits my dude!" Ash grinned wide before he brought two fingers to his lips and kissed them before holding them to the camera. The chat exploded with more comments. Ash, however, was focused on his advancing enemies. It wasn't too long until the real mayhem was going to start. The blond gamer took one last swipe at the Z-fuel and tipped it back, gulping it down. His throat undulated as he took in the drink. His tongue played with the metal rim to collect every last drop before he slammed it down and gasped for breath. As he inhaled, Ash's shirt grew tighter over a larger chest. The constriction was half natural given that anyone's chest grew when you filled it with oxygen, but when he exhaled again it didn't get any smaller. His undershirt was hugging his pecs and squeezing his abdomen in ways it hadn't before. Even the sleeves of his trademark sweatshirt felt a little tighter around his biceps and triceps, but Ash pushed that thought aside. He was probably getting whatever the shirt version of a wedgie was and he'd deal with it later. Ash leaned forward, switching from his keyboard to his custom tie-dye controller. A delta of glowing lcds throbbed in the front.

"Oh yeah baby, they're here to play... But you know what I say, Ashes to ASHH and dust to dust!" He whooped before he went at it. On the screen his avatar whipped out a homebrewed bow and arrow and he started letting loose from his quiver, hopping around the edge of the stone arena. Stone axes clattered off the rocks next to him as other players unleashed what they had in turn. ASHH was nimble and agile, avoiding danger by mere pixels. The chat slowed down, most of the watchers too captivated to turn away, though the stream never truly died. People were invested. Quill leaned back in his seat, looking up at his best friend, his crush, his first client, thankful to be so close and yet wistful that there was still such a divide. Taking another glance at the behind the scenes sides of everything, Quill decided to lean forward, placing another can of Z-Fuel just out of camera at the edge of Ash's field of view. If nothing else, they could at least be rich together.

**[Stream Duration: 00:42:15]

Rapid clatters and clacks came as Ash moved his fingers with nearly inhuman response time. He'd battled his ways out of the stone amphitheater, through the lava caves and to the crystal mountain peaks. The current arena on the screen was ice themed, snow falling and reducing visibility. While his character might have been cold, Ash was red hot. His blond hair was slicked with sweat, his cheeks were flushed and his sweatshirt was looking more than a little damp. Ash had hydrated himself with the second bottle of Z-Fuel that Quill had given him and then started in on a third. Quill had changed his mind about the sponsorship money and had moved unlabeled bottles of water over instead, but Ash seemed to be favoring the energy drink. Quill ran his hand through his long black hair nervously.**

Every so often Ash's lips would twitch as thoughts crossed his mind. He winced a little as his hard-on bumped the underside of his desk. He'd never been so turned on during a stream before. It was a little distracting, but not nearly as distracting as how hot he was. The gamer glanced over at Quill, then jumped his character up a series of rock ledges and dropped into a crouch.

"You know the squatty potty means it's time for a little chat engagement my bros!" Ash said with a grin, though while he spoke he had opened the secured side chat with Quill.

'Dude, you have to take off my pants, I'm roasting alive over here.' Ash said. Quill's eyes went astronmally wide, his glasses nearly falling from his face.

'Is that a typo?' Quill responded. Ash had to force his smile as he spoke about some of the comments in the chat, answering questions both about the game and himself.

'I'm serious dawg, I need you to come under my desk and slide my pants off.' Ash replied. Quill almost choked. His time as a producer slash assistant had been short, but already he'd had dreams of sleeping with the boss and now he was being asked to do this. Quill set aside his own drink before he silently slunk out of his seat, dropping to all fours. He wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the turquoise throw rug set over floorboards that made up the foundation of Ash's room. A few short years prior they'd played Legos and Transformers and half a dozen other games up there... It looked a lot different as an adult, and it also looked a lot different given the thousand and one cords that webbed their way between the gaming equipment, the film equipment and the lighting festooned around. Quill had to pray there was no errant water so he didn't electrocute himself.

Navigating the underside of the tables like some sort of cat thief, he maneuvered over, under, through and around cables and wires. He managed to slink under Ash's desk properly, turning his hind quarters around before sitting down directly under the streamer's PC. One wrong move could be a disaster for both of them. Opting for a little leverage, Quill extended his legs, bracing his sneakers against the far edges of the gaming chair's castor wheels. Using them as an anchor point, he got a hold of both of Ash's pant legs, one in each hand.

Feeling the growing tension, Ash started to slowly lift his hips up. One of the blessings of activewear pants was how little friction they had, let alone the entire lack of buttons or snaps. The sheer fabric slipped down over ass cheeks that were decidedly plumper than before, though the tent in the front offered more resistance. Quill pulled a little harder, moving his hands to the top side of the legs. The waistband stretched taut, rising upward, slinking inch by inch. It had a long way to go to climb the length of the gamer's erection, but as soon as it cleared, the pants came zipping down.

Ash plopped back in his seat, Quill bumped his head on the underside of the table and got a lap full of his crush's pants... and a face full of steamy boxers stretched out over a cock that had to be far bigger than Quill had ever imagined. His jaw dropped open as he looked at it, at the outline, at the obscene length throbbing and bulging, kept from him only by pale gray boxers. He could smell salt, musk, a bit of spice and sweat. It was Ash's own distinct aroma. A mercilessly ironic grin crossed Quill's lips as he imagined a cologne that smells like Ash. No doubt it would sell a thousand units at least on launch day....

"Oh yeah, I feel the chill but they're going to feel the burn!" Ash shouted triumphantly. His avatar, now equipped with turquoise and pink bunny ears, leapt down from above, flattening an opponent before he used a peppermint candy cane as a weapon. A canned scream from the opposing character filled Ash's ears through the headset and echoed in the chat. Licking his lips, Ash grabbed his third can of Z-Fuel and finished it off with a satisfied sigh. He reached up to wipe some of the sweat that had soaked his hair away, starting at one temple and curving back before repeating the same on the other side. The gesture got most of the sweat, but it served to push up the fauxhawk that ran down the middle of his head while flattening it on the sides. In fact, with the push, his fauxhawk looked more like a true mohawk than it ever had before. The hair stood taller and stiffer, the lighting making it look lighter in spots almost like faint stripes.

"I know that felt good for me babe, how did it make you feel?" ASHH asked his chat room seductively, leaning in close, "Remember, if you want to feel this way again, remember to like and subscribe. Patrons get exclusive access to my 'Cloud Gazing' beta stream and Volcanic Tier patrons get to pick out what I wear for my monthly Rubicon streams. Here's to all of my loyal subscribers, I hope you never leave my side." Ashh whispered. Beneath the table, Quill let out a long sigh, gazing at his boss's erection. So close and yet so far.

[Stream Duration: 03:28:41]

The minutes had ticked by, then hours. ASHH's audience had remained steadfast, obviously in it for the long haul. RelEXO's asymmetric gameplay had gone in a new direction as the battle royale aspect was sidelined for more of a survival sandbox period. They had begun their battles with primitive tools cobbled together from detritus in the arenas, but in this 'down time' they had to build shelters to weather storms which afforded them time to research and develop more advanced weapons for the coming battles. True to his brand, ASHH's log cabin was dominated by a forge of molten hot pinkish-red metal on one side and a pale bluish-turquoise cooling hearth on the other. Ash was really wishing he had the cooling hearth in real life.

"I hope you wonderful gamers out there won't object if I slip into something a little more... comfortable." Ash said, waggling his eyes before he tugged off his sweatshirt, revealing a turquoise jersey beneath - at least it had started as a jersey. For some reason it was fitting snugly enough to look like a tank top instead, allowing Ash's muscular shoulders to all but balloon out from the straps, his biceps and triceps glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. There was a definitive shadow underneath the gamer's pecs, combined by the way the cloth tapered in and a bit of moisture that had accumulated. Ash balled up his sweatshirt and made a display of tossing it like a basketball, showing off glistening white tufts of hair under his arms as it hit the wall above the closet and fell unceremoniously to the floor. "Swish, right into the basket my bros." He grinned, leaning back coyly into the chair, flashing the camera a wink.

As much as Quill didn't want to take his eyes off of Ash, the sudden explosion of text in the chat nearly made him jump. On the one hand it felt a little awkward for everyone to be objectifying ASHH as much as they were, but that was sort of his brand... There was a danger of potential stalkers, perhaps, but as long as they had a clear no dating fans rule, maybe it would be okay? Or would that harsh the fanaticism? Quill exhaled a bit, putting a pin in that particularly chain of thoughts. As a producer he'd have to answer those questions, but not during a livestream, certainly not one of this level.

Out of a bit of idle curiosity, Quill switched back over to their official email. The 'fan' folder was exploding with content, but one email sat at the top of the inbox, coming directly from G-Tech. Quill's mouth got a little dry. They'd already paid nicely for each mention that Ash had made on the livestream, but to send an email during the video? Some small part imagined that they'd watched part way through, considered it good enough and were sending a thank you. Maybe they capped out at as much as they were going to and were calling it a night... or maybe they'd finally realized how gay and flirty ASHH was with his fans and it wasn't going to be a good match? They couldn't exactly take back the money at this point, right? Even if it was a one-and-done?

Swallowing nervously, Quill opened the email and began to read, then re-read. The producer had to blink. Surely he hadn't read it right. He took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes before looking back at it again. What he had assumed to be some sort of delusional fever dream was, in fact, written out in front of him... After reviewing the quality of your content and its acceptance of all viewers, G-Tech would like to offer an additional two million dollars to ASHHen Enterprises if the host drinks three more cans of Z-Fuel during the course of this livestream with no breaks or interruptions.

There were many aspects to the message that seemed to stick like wooden shoes in the gears of Quill's mind... The amount couldn't have been a typo, it was spelled out with words instead of numerals. Apparently G-Tech was gay friendly in a way more substantive than just putting up rainbow stuff during pride month, that was nice... but three more cans? Without breaks? Ash had already had three cans on air. He was hot and sweaty and jazzed. Couldn't that much caffeine give someone a heart attack? Even if it didn't, he'd be strung out for days... But two million dollars, even after taxes...

Quill looked up, his mouth hanging slightly open, a mild look of panic on his face. After a moment Ash's dreamy blue eyes started flicking over, apparently noticing before they darted down to the keyboard. It wasn't exactly as if they could talk on the stream together. Quill didn't feel photogenic enough to be Ash's on screen partner. Still, it was Ash's body and his decision as to what was going to happen next. Quill wrote out the offer, trying to keep his breathing under control before he sent it. The way Ash's blue eyes slowly opened wider and wider, it was as if the sky was coming out from behind the rain clouds. His fingers slowed to a stop as he, too, re-read the offer in disbelief. On the main window, the border flashed red with splatters as his avatar was injured.

"Shit, shit shit shit..." Ash winced before his character ducked down, slipped back, and then sprung up behind the attacker that had broken into his log cabin. Waiting for just the right moment, he started up a backflip taunt that clipped his character into the attacker, sending the T-Rex hatted character tumbling into the cooling hearth. His opponent crackled as ice spread over him before encasing him entirely and then shattering to the floor. Out of immediate danger, Ash leaned back and hoisted a can of Z-Fuel. He gratuitously opened the can.

"That survival factor, my friends, is thanks to my wonderful partners over at Z-Fuel. You want to stay in the game, you need the right fuel." Ash said before tipping it back and chugging. Quill took another breath. Ash had made the decision, and they were going to have to live with it. As the producer leaned back, though, he casually lowered his chair as much as he could, peeking under the table. His eyes widened in disbelief, realizing that Ash STILL had a raging erection. If anything, it looked bigger than before, curving against the underside of the desk. How was he managing to play so well despite that distraction? Noticing Quill's unusual posture, Ash followed his gaze and looked down, a strange sort of smirk crossing his lips. Keeping his character aimed at the door to check for other interlopers, Ash risked typing on the keyboard.

'The msg said no breaks, right?' Ash typed.

'Three cans, no breaks, no interruptions. That's a lot of caffeine.' Quill responded. Ash hooted a bit as his character produced a flamethrower from the forge, though one hand remained on the keyboard.

'I got a big ask to make bro, a one million dollar ask. I can't keep going without some relief. I need you to do a job for me... a hand job.' Ash wrote out. Quill stared at the screen, taken even more aback than he had been by G-Tech's offer. Sensing the hesitation, Ash kept typing, 'I know you like me bro. I'll share the money with you anyway. You're my partner and my best friend but I need you. I need this.' he wrote, risking to look over at Quill and make direct, pleading, eye contact with him.

"Every day on this channel I connect with you, your heart and mind, our souls bound as if we were one... Love burns just as brightly as lust, my friends..." he said while looking right at Quill. Quill swallowed hard and typed rapidly.

'There's a lot of important electrical equipment down there, I can't just give you a hand job, it has to be a blowjob... to protect the equipment.' Quill responded. Ash let out a moan, his back arching before he blushed.

"I just... love flamethrowers..." he murmured in a pitiful attempt to cover his excitement before he grabbed the can of Z-Fuel and began drinking it again. As he swallowed down the drink, his ivory fingernails began to darken, turning to tan, gray, and then black. Likewise, in contrast to his light hair, darker stubble began to sprout along his fair, perfect chin. Ash shifted in his seat, feeling an ache in his tailbone. He had the most expensive gaming chair on the market, it was supposed to protect him from such pain for at least eight hours...

Quill noticed none of that. He was preparing for the most important job of his life. He removed his watch, setting it aside so it wouldn't catch on anything. Once again, the producer slunk down to the floor and began navigating underneath the equipment. He'd felt like a cat burglar before, but now there was an actual two million dollars on the line. If he pulled the wrong plug or the wrong wire, it was all going to be over... but if he pulled it off? If he succeeded? Even setting the money aside, if Ash knew that Quill would gladly suck his dick, let alone on camera, maybe he'd get to do it again. Maybe he'd get to do it a lot more times...

With almost feline grace, Quill slipped into the space directly beneath Ash's desk. His shapely legs were doubled back, braced against the frame of his chair, his socks looking a bit plump and sweaty. It was a passing gaze, though, as Quill found his focus entirely on the massive erection his gaymer boss was sporting. He reached up with careful hands, taking a hold of the waistband. He exhaled slowly as if he was about to pull the trigger of a gun, and then he drew them down. Quill's mouth almost started watering at once as he realized he was not going to be disappointed.

While not exactly proficient or extremely experienced with porn, Quill was fairly certain that Ash had been destined to go before the camera in more ways than one. He'd never seen anyone that big. It was hard to tell with the cock curved and at the mercy of the desk, but it had to be at least ten inches long. It looked hard and furious as well, the veins about half way down almost seeming to make some sort of... ring? The way his foreskin came up almost all the way to the top of his cock head made it look almost sort of flat too... and the skin was darker than the rest of Ash's legs - like a lot darker - but that was normal, right?

Quill was thankful for the throw rug to cushion his knees as he braced them on either side of himself, though he was perhaps even more grateful that Ash had such a tall desk. The producer's hands slipped up, cradling the gamer's immense meat reverently. It was warm and firm with just the right amount of pliability. He could hear Ash working away on his controller and commenting on what he was doing up above. It was essential that he allowed his friend to keep going, to make it through the stream, to do what needed to be done. It didn't hurt that his way of helping was something he'd wanted to do for ages.

In the shadow of the desk, Quill leaned up, his lips parting as his tongue stretched out to touch the tip of Ash's cock. It felt almost electric. Having made first contact, Quill began to move his head up and down along Ash's length, slathering his tongue along the meat, appreciating just how thick and wide and big it was. He closed his eyes, letting instinct guide him as he nuzzled it and sucked on various spots, working his way back to the head of the shaft. With one last careful breath, he opened his lips wider and began to sink his mouth down around Ash's manhood.

"That's how ya do it boi!" Ash grunted up above, lips fluttering a little as he huffed and kept playing, focusing the excess of energy into his gaming. His eyes dilated a little, his heart racing - half from the semi-public blow job and half from the excess caffeine in his system. Beneath his expensive gamer headset, Ash's ears tingled, no doubt from the niacin in the energy drink making his circulation reach the smaller blood vessels. His blue eyes almost watered as he felt Quill sinking down further and further along his shaft. Ash leaned back a little, the backs of his ears burning even more as tiny black and white hairs began to sprout from the skin, rippling their way across the skin, lining the flesh quite efficiently.

Quill began bobbing his head faster and deeper, making up for lost time. He suckled and slurped, eager and hungry for this. It was enough to make Ash's muscles twitch, and each twitch made them grow a bit more. His blue shirt was almost painfully tight around his meaty pecs and his round shoulders. His forearms were getting thicker as well, making the controller seem ever smaller in his hands. Ash's nostrils flared as he kept breathing hard, the flesh around his nose starting to darken a little more.

"Get some!" Ash proclaimed as he started hunting down one of his rivals, chasing him down narrow twists and turns. His iron forged crossbow launched several bolts before he struck his target, eliminating him from the game. Ash let out a whoop of excitement before he grabbed the Z-Fuel and tipped it back. As he gulped down the drink, it sizzled and frothed in his throat. His ears began to stretch into points, the skin getting a little leathery with the felt-like fur lining on the back. The invisible hairs on his arms began to take on a snowy white coloring and the crest of hair that ran down the middle of his scalp began to grow... and grow... and grow.

At first it could have been a play of the lights in the room, but as his fauxhawk went from two inches to four, the sheer difference in size was easy to compare. The tempo to the livestream chat was shifting, people getting confused and starting to notice the changes, but without Quill there to relay the highlights to Ash, he was still too focused on the game. The hair along the middle of his head untangled itself from the others, still coated in product, each one thickening and stiffening into a bristle-like texture. They rose straight up, standing tall, each hair following the natural slope of his head. Only the narrow band of his headset forced any disruption in the growing crest.

Underneath the table, Quill was in heaven. His mouth was full of cock, the blunt end bumping against the back of his throat with regular abandon. He managed to relax it enough that Ash's shaft started to push down his esophagus, allowing him to get his lips all the way to the fat medial ring around the middle of the gamer's shaft. With his eyes shut, Quill hadn't realized that each heartbeat had pushed more of the caffeinated blood into Ash's shaft, forcing it to grow longer and fatter, the skin darkening from pink to purple to a jet black. Even his balls, now avocado sized, hung in a black leathery sack ringed by crisp white fur - fur that was spreading.

Compared to the firm bristles of Ash's mohawk, the fur on his legs was as soft as velvet. It slipped down around his thighs, portions of it darkening and taking on stripes. It swept under his taint and began sprouting across his ass cheeks, coating the gamer's nude underside as if he had on striped underwear. The fur reached the wriggling nub of flesh and bone extending from his tailbone, the source of the particular discomfort he'd been starting to feel, though relief came as the gamer shifted in his seat enough that the newly forming tail slipped through one of the holes in the back of the chair.

Quill had both hands wrapped around the base of Ash's mighty member as he deep throated it and there was still a gap between his fingers and his lips. He began moving his hands up and down as he sucked, feeling all grasp on reality slipping away. It was hard to imagine Ash was that big, but it felt so right. Ash loomed large in Quill's life. Ash had always been the extrovert, the popular boy, the attractive boy, the tasty and salty and musky and- Quill's eyes rolled into the back of his head as precum started squirting down his throat, the flavor of his partner blossoming in his mouth and sealing his fate.

"Evolution mode!!!!" The game's announcer sounded in Ash's ears as the battlefield dissolved, reforming into the valley where his log cabin had apparently grown into a ranch style home. Ash exhaled a bit in relief.

"Oh yeah, time to concentrate on some self love..." Ash said, meaning to say self care, though he blushed a little and gave the webcam his trademark suggestive eyes as he reached down under the table, but rather than stroking his enormous cock, he gave Quill's long, dark hair a pet before he brought his hands back up. It was a relief in terms of focus because Ash didn't have to spend as much divided brain power between battling enemies. Instead, his avatar moved over to start forging the next stage of weapons and researching advancements. Ash's heart was still pounding, but he knew a lot of money was on the line. He tipped back the Z-Fuel can only to find it empty. That was a relief, that meant there were only two left.

"As you all know this is a marathon session, and normally I'm a fan o f things in all moderation, but we're going to top off the Z-Fuel tank thanks to G-Tech. Ash said, popping open his fifth can before he tipped it back. It fizzed as it poured over his tongue. Ash's eyes started to glaze over as he gulped and gulped and gulped. His tongue slipped over oddly flat teeth, unable to find the points of his canine teeth. He shivered as his nipples went erect, unaware that white fur was creeping up from the impossibly tight collar of his blue shirt. It spiraled up his neck and throat, blossomed across his cheeks and even began trailing down from behind his earphones. As he swallowed, darker hair began to sprout over his upper lip and across his chin, making the gamer look like the evil version of himself from another dimension. The goatee grew in soft and black, ringing his mouth even as the flesh on his nose grew darker and darker as well.

Across the room, the livestream chat was going ballistic. Fans were watching ASHH change before their very eyes. Some commented on his muscle growth and height difference, others were fixated on his fur. People were throwing up screen captures from the start of the chat compared to now, showing that ASHH had to be at least twenty percent larger and decidedly fuzzy. Even his fingernails were thicker, formed out of dark black keratin as black fur sprouted across the backs of his hand. Ash was unaware of all of it, gulping down the Z-Fuel, feeling an odd pulsing pleasure throbbing in his brain. It was as if it was boiling and the tiny bubbles lifted up, tingling in his scalp as his mohawk grew taller and taller, the crest of white hair reaching six inches, then eight.

Tiny pops of sound came as pointed, fuzzy ears peeked out from beneath the gamer headset, rising taller to give some comparing contrast to Ash's magnificent mohawk. His blond eyebrows darkened to black as white fur swept around his eyes, the fur covering the bridge of a nose that was decidedly wider than it had been moments before. As Ash drained the can and set it down, he leaned back, panting hard. A growing tail oozed out of a hole in the back of his chair, covered in white and black fur, a tassel of more bristly black sprouting from the tip. Ash's face tingled and ached as it pushed forward. HIs nose and jaw extended, making room for his flat teeth to grow larger. His black goatee spread into a black fur coated muzzle, the fur sweeping over enhanced nostrils.

Pops echoed through his groggy head as his skull reshaped into a more equine shape. His ears were tall and proud, his muzzle pushed forward a good five inches from where his mouth had been moments before, and his mohawk had reached a foot in height, rising directly up from his scalp in a triumphant, manly ridge. Ash was nearly drunk with pleasure, feeling oddly comfortable as the patches of white and black fur closed over the last of the human skin on his back, his legs and his arms. Stripes and bands of the fur darkened from white to black, giving an exotic pattern that wrapped around his arms and legs. There were even faint stripes radiating out from his furry navel as if they were a sunburst pattern.

"I fucking love this game..." Ash murmured drunkenly, feeling Quill working his painfully hard cock for all it was worth, his friend's tongue even teasing the urethra at the tip, trying to probe deeper. Ash's tail flicked and twitched as it kept stretching down longer and lower, the tassel almost brushing the floor. Ash subconsciously pinched and twisted his nipple through his shirt until it was jutting out, his blue eyes half lidded as Quill continued to suck him off. He was so close to getting two million dollars, win or lose. He just had to press on, he just had to drink one more can.

A pop and a hiss came as the silver and black can of Z-Fuel was opened, the faintly green contents sparkling as the carbonation fizzed inside. The gamer gripped the can with furry black fingers, his hoof like fingertips dark and glistening as he tipped the can back, holding it above his head. The green hay flavored liquid poured onto his broad, wide equine tongue, splattering over the black tip to his muzzle as his nostrils finished stretching out and sinking into the muzzle, his individual nose lost into the mass of his face. Stripes grew out of the fur on his cheeks and the sides of his neck, but as he gulped and gulped, it seemed as if most of the transformative energies were traveling down his throat and then his stomach, heading somewhere else entirely.

Quill's eyes went wide as he felt Asher's cock snaking its way down his throat in real time without any effort from him. It grew an inch, then two, then four. It was almost so wide it couldn't fit, and then it started to flutter. Quill held on with both hands before he felt the sudden blast of hot, thick, sticky, hay flavored cum erupt in his stomach. It erupted like a fire hose on full bore, sloshing audibly inside of his gut. In seconds Quill was full, in a few more seconds he was bloated, his stomach swelling and distending a little. In a few more seconds it could not be contained. In some sense of self preservation, Quill slid back off of the gamer's immense equine cock, his cheeks bulging as he reached the flat, blunt, flared tip.

A climbing scream of excitement and surprise came from Ash as his cock came out of Quill's mouth, the force of his orgasm making him kick hoof tipped feet against the leg of his table. The gamer slid back awkwardly before a two foot tall, charcoal black horse cock thwacked up along firm abs and swollen pecs. The fountain of yellowed cum exploded across Ash's blue t-shirt before soaking the fur on his throat and chin. He flopped back involuntarily, tail twitching as he came and came. Quill stumbled out from under the desk, his face coated in semen, unaware or uncaring that thousands of people had just seen a famous gamer transform into a zebra live in real time, only to reveal that he was having someone suck him off beneath his desk while he gamed... Even if that had appeared somewhere in Quill's mind, though, it wasn't going to have room to stay there for long.

Quill had barely stood up from under the desk before he doubled over again, his stomach rumbling and churning. He felt hot and tingly, like his whole body was electrified. He grunted and then groaned, arms hugging his stomach, turned ninety degrees from the camera. As his arms defensively held his stomach, they began to thicken and bloat with muscle. The sleeves of his ASHH shirt grew tighter and tighter until they cut into his well tanned flesh. A tearing sound came as the collar ripped out, then the fabric started splitting down his spine. Quill's eyes squeezed shut as his lips parted and he groaned again, the shirt tightening over massively inflating pectoral muscles.

Even though the gamer now sported a zebra muzzle, his lower jaw dropped in astonishment as he watched Quill change. One hand wrapped around the fat base of his spewing horse cock, the other coiling around the midsection. He brought his muzzle instinctively down to clamp down around his fat, flat cock head, gulping down his own semen as he watched his assistant transform before his very eyes. If anything, Asher only came harder as Quill let out a roar of confusion, his shirt splitting entirely, revealing that his long black hair had started growing down along his spine, stretching from his neck to his shoulders and then half way down his back.

The longer hair on either side of Quill's head started to slough off, leaving a shorter, almost buzzed fur length black hair on either side. The hair down the middle of his scalp, however, retained the years and years of growth that respected his heritage. The effect was that he, too, had grown a mohawk in moments but his was loose and relaxed, cascading down one side of his head like some rock musician. Quill panted softly, his terra cotta toned chest rising and falling with breath before he wrenched up again and then suddenly moaned. He threw his head back as his face began to warp and shift, stretching out inch by inch. Black fur blossomed across his cheeks and chin, then his nose and around his eyes. Quill's eyes suddenly darted up, a hot breath blasting through equine nostrils as his nose melted into his forming muzzle.

"More..." Quill demanded before he reached out, his hands growing larger and darker as fur covered them. He snatched Ash's huge zebra cock out of his own muzzle before stuffing his around it, gulping down the seed instead.

"Hnh... Fuck... Oh god, Quill..." Ash howled, watching his friend drink his tainted seed and change even faster. Every gulp fed Quill's changing body. His shoulders broadened, his abs thickened and his mane of hair descended down to his shoulders, the small of his back, then his waist. The black fur grew downward, his head fully converted. It covered his throat, his back, his chest and his arms like night sweeping across the land. When the darkness reached the producer's waist, the studded belt strained and groaned, resisting. The notch splayed outward as the metal pin was dragged through it, popping as it reached the next hole, then popping again before it finally failed.

Quill's pants all but burst, revealing not only a furry bubble butt, but a wriggling tail as it pushed out from his tailbone. Live, on the internet, fans watched as bones and muscles and ligaments formed, the tail descending downward over fit and firm glutes and calves and thighs. Quill's socks nearly turned to dust as his ankles expanded rapidly, black fur sprouting beneath them. One shoe clattered to the floor, the other getting stuck until his growing foot tore its way free. Leather and fabric and rubber shed away, bit by bit until a writhing, seething fused mass of foot reshaped itself on the throw rug. Toes were knit together by webbed skin that tightened, anchoring it all together until his black toenails spread out to form hooves.

Something hot and wet suddenly sprayed Ash's huge, black balls as he looked down, his own jaw dropping as he saw Quill's quivering, quaking, massive horse cock. It had to be at least a foot already and it was growing fast. In that moment, a strange mixture of feelings swept through Ash. He thought of what a good friend Quill had been, how patient and understanding he was, how quiet and shy and yet how eager to participate. If he'd started this, if this was his fault, he owed it to Quill to make it the best he could. One zebra hoof came up and braced against the desk, the other following suit. He straddled the desk, hiking up his white and black striped ass, his pucker undulating and throbbing in all of its swollen glory.

Big, dark, horny eyes opened for a moment, nostrils flaring in Quill's nostrils as he seemed to sense what was going on. He didn't wait another moment. The dark horse surged forward, his flat, black cock spearing into that tight pucker. Ash gasped and moaned, his striped tail flicking wildly before his producer's cock popped inside of him and sank several inches. Quill remained there for only a moment before he pulled back and thrust in more powerfully than before. Ash's body shook as Quill pounded him, fucking him deeper and deeper, sucking the gamer off all the while.

Quill's body continued to grow in front of the camera, rising up four inches, then eight. He stacked on pounds of muscle and fur, his tail now long enough to brush the floor. Unlike Ash's, it was long and brush-like from waist to floor, almost like a horse's instead of a zebra's. True enough, Quill was uniformly covered in black fur from mane to hoof. Quill kept drinking Ash's cum even as his cock pounded his partner's ass, sinking in a foot and a half, then two feet, stretching out Ash's stomach in an entirely different way.

In and out, back and forth. The two were hung like horses and radiating heat. Quill's heart was racing by second hand caffeine, having absorbed a hefty dose from the gamer's cum. He groaned and shuddered, trying to make it last, to live in the pocket of pleasure as long as he could, but his years of pent up longing refused to be held back. An explosion of pleasure in Quill's brain ricocheted through his nervous system to his cock as his own avocado sized balls started to unleash their own tainted semen, but that blossom of sensation in his head brought with it a sudden painful pressure as well.

Drops of blood soaked into Quill's black mane as something broke through the skin, a silvery white bony nub emerging from his forehead. The painful pressure seemed to decrease as the nub stretched out longer and longer, honing to a point while the base remained wider. The black horse's huge cock unleashed his torrent of cum into Ash's belly while Quill's horniness was personified literally from the bony protrusion from his head. As his horn continued to grow in, his chin tingled, the fur growing longer and longer from the point of his chin, making a long fluffy tuft of black hair hang down from the tip of his muzzle like a goatee.

The two lingered there in their ecstasy for several long minutes. Ash eventually was the first one to stop cumming, forcing Quill to pull his muzzle off and lick his partner clean. A few moments later, Quill's orgasm subsided, though he kept his horse cock sheathed inside of the gamer a while longer. As Ash wobbled and shifted, his gamer chair groaned, threatening to give out. It had not been designed with the weight tolerance in mind of a large zebra being fucked by a muscle bound unicorn.

Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, ASHH's avatar had been killed. The screen was framed with blood, his character flattened on screen while someone ransacked his house. Normally that image would have made Ash angry or despondent, but right now he couldn't care less. He numbly reached out to fumble with his mouse, flicking over to the livestream chat that had been minimized while he played. It continued to move so fast it was practically a blur, although a good third of the comments were nothing but eggplant emojis and raindrops. Ash fumbled a little more to click over to his email, a dopey grin crossing his black muzzle tip as he saw two new emails: one was from their corporate sponsor while the other was an announcement from the bank that 2.5 million dollars had been transferred to their bank. Ash grinned, crossing his very muscular arms behind his head like a pillow, somehow only making his white and black striped mohawk seem even bigger.

"Hey all you gamers out there... I may not have won the match, but I'd say we all got something fun to watch with this advanced look at RelEXO sponsored by Z-Fuel... I'd also Like to introduce you all to my producer, the sexy beast that makes what I do here possible, this is ..." ASHH introduced, reaching up to stroke Quill's goatee tuft curiously before grinning. He leaned up and tilted his head, giving his partner a horsey kiss. Quill snorted happily, his fat muscular pectorals bouncing in excitement.

"And if you like what you saw, or even want to experience it for yourself-" Another voice filled Ash's headset. He sat upright, hands going to his earphones.

"What the fuck?" he asked, jumping back to the video of the livestream. His image had been replaced by a young human male that appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Much like Quill, he sported long and dark hair, though his skin was pale and untarnished by the sun, his irises an unusual violet color.

"My name is Doctor Julian. Some of you may have heard of me before. I study the potential for human advancement, for our evolution, for our ability to reach higher and more pleasurable levels of existence. The powers that be want to keep the status quo, but I have a feeling that many of you, like ASHH, are game changers and visionaries. If you would like to sample Z-Fuel for yourself and experience the bliss that ASHH and his partner have, you can. I will provide you with the catalyst. You can feel the power and pleasure fill your veins as you become something more than human, ready to embrace pleasure, lust, love, and boundless joy. That is my promise to you all... I have more than enough Z-Fuel to get your engines running." Julian cooed before he licked his lips a little, "And remember to like and subscribe to ASHH's channel. I'm sure he's going to have a lot more to show off now that he's a zebra hunk, not to mention the fact that his body is producing its own version of Z-Fuel. Will his patrons get a chance to drink and give him a horsey harem? I suppose only time will tell..." The image of the human doctor disappeared, replaced again with the video feed of the bulky, muscled, distinctly naked zebra and unicorn.

"Does this mean we're in porn now?" Ash whispered, looking up at Quill. Quill licked his muzzled lips before he reached down, running a long, hoof tipped finger along the gamer's massive black zebra dick.

"I think it does, stud, though we're going to have to dye your mane to have cotton candy colors to fit your brand." Quill whispered before he leaned down to kiss Ash again, tilting his head so their muzzles could interlock.

On the screen, the numbers of the livestream continued to climb and climb as the link was shared around the world. People that had never watched a gamer's livestream were nevertheless tuning in to see two anthro equines going at it. Julian had remained in the chat, providing different ways for people to get their paws on Z-Fuel. Some masturbated to what they were seeing, others were peeling back the layers to realize that G-tech had been a loosely veiled framework Julian had stolen from Genetech when he stole his research from the company, only to pull off this marketing coup. The masses had tuned in to see the next big game that would change their lives forever, only to come face to face with what was actually possible. The engines of change never stopped moving, and they constantly required new sources of fuel.