Daniel looked around with clarity. He had, truly, been restored to the way he was at the beginning of the game. The people in the room with him, though, were like warped reflections of the people he knew. This had begun as a game, but now ... all they seemed to care about was the pleasure the changed would provide. Even Alicia, who looked at him hungrily as he reached for the dice. That was lust in her - no, his eyes, not love.
He looked at the board. Seven spaces from winning. The most common number on a pair of dice. The odds were with him. He would cast the dice and set his friends free from this nightmare.
Four.
Two.
It was only enough to get him to the blue square that loomed just before the victory line. It looked so close, but it was just as far away as the very first tile. Daniel picked up the card.
Freedom is a wonderful thing,
of which that some people have too much.
Not yours - its gone, progress with it,
until you feel another's touch.
Daniel looked around, then down at himself. Nothing seemed to be happening. But what did the last two lines of the card mean? Maybe as long as no one touched him, the game wouldn't continue? That was hardly helpful, but it might give him time to think. He stood, and started to walk away from the rest of the players. Especially from Alicia. And then it hit him.
It felt as if an invisible force were pressing against him, shoving him down, forcing him to move as it desired. He tried to fight against it, but it only grew that much stronger in return. He had made it almost to one of the student lounge's chair, and it carried him the rest of the way, forcing him to kneel against it, his upper body pressed down against the seat. But it wasn't just forcing him to move. It was making him want to be moved. In the dark humour of his panicked mind, he imagined that it would spank him next, but he felt something very different than a paddle against his exposed cheeks.
"I don't know just how much touching is required to let the game get going again, but I think we'd better be safe than sorry. Don't you agree, Daniel?" Alicia said from behind, his voice teasingly mocking the helpless human.
As Alicia drove himself into Daniel's immobile, but increasingly willing, ass, Nicole's and Joanna's attention was still focused on the ambrosia brought forth from the dragonness's ample breasts. The intensity was beginning to fade, however. "At least for the moment," Joanna finally breathlessly whispered. "I can feel them. They're filling again." Out of the corner of their eyes, they could not help but notice James's serpentine bulk approaching.
"Ah! My snake is ready," Nicole smiled. She looked again, and noticed the dice in James's hand. "Roll, Snake. Its your turn. Your mistress has a turn off, if you'll remember, to attend to ... other business." Joanna laughed at Nicole's choice of words.