James tossed the dice onto the board. Everyone else around him was lost in the throes of passion. The dice clattered, bouncing energetically, clean off the board, too far for their numbers to be read. He slithered around to get a better look.
Eleven.
He had won the game.
"Congratulations," he heard an old man's voice say. "You've seen a great many changes during this little game. Please, change back or keep who you will, how you will. And think, that's just the first part of your reward!"
James wasn't at all certain what he should do. He had won the game, and this was his prize, after all. But he was Nicole's Snake. Perhaps he should... No. What was he thinking? He would strip away the changes, and be done with this accursed game forever. He would...
Joanna's breasts would be dry for at least a few more minutes, and that had given Nicole the opportunity to take notice of just where the naga figurine had stopped its movement. As James fought with the game's influence in an effort to set things right, the vixen had snuck over behind him, and whispered in his ear.
"We keep the changes, just as we all are now," James announced proudly, then bent down so that he could hear another whisper from the fox. "Yes, mistress," he nodded in acknowledgment, "and for my winning wish ..." Nicole beamed. All ready she grew wet and her nipples firm, anticipating the events to come.
"We will all play the game again!"