"Hi there!" Margot greeted, stepping side to allow the otter and his friend into her kitchen.

"Hey hey Mar," Alex chuckled, his broad shoulders, currently cloaked in his highschool letterman's jacket, ing through the doorway into the female skunk's kitchen. She reached out for a friendly hug, and Alex obliged, the leather arms of his jacket wrapped around her smaller frame, modestly clad in an aqua-colored t-shirt. "You get everything setup okay?"

"Yeah, yeah...I think so. God, I felt like such an old lady though. I don't think I've seriously watched TV since before everything went all HD, and that's to say nothing about the game system itself...but I mean, I put the cords in the slots they fit in so...should be good?"

"Heh, well...as long as it didn't blow up. Sorry to just dump 'em on you and run this morning."

"No worries, I appreciate you loaning them to me in the first place, I can do a little work myself, so - oh god, we're just leaving your friend out in the cold, aren't we?"

"Oh right," Alex said, turning around to beckon his friend. "Come on in, Sid."

As the otter stepped aside, Margot watched a golden-furred rat with brown patches step out from behind, calmly entering the kitchen.

"Oh hello!" smiled Margot. "You know what, instead of cramming ourselves into my kitchen doorway, why don't we all head into the living room."

The three made their way past the stove, sink, and refrigerator, into the next room, where they'd see the others gathered around the table in the corner where Margot held her infamous card games.

"Well everyone," Margot began, motioning toward the boys. "Most of you know Alex, and this is...god, I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Sydney," the rat answered quietly, staring cautiously through his lenses at the group. "Or just Sid...for short."

"Sid's the relief pitcher," Alex clarified, putting an arm around his friend. "Should be the starter but...well, society's not quite there yet."

"Well hi there," Margot greeted with a smile, holding out a hand to shake Sid's. "Thanks for coming, I know this must all seem pretty silly...I assume Al got you up to speed on how this is all going to work?"

"Yeah."

"And you're...on board I hope?"

A shrug. "It's...it's kind of weird, I guess, but yeah. Should be fine."

"Excellent. Well, I'm Margot of course...and here's who you'll most likely be working with...Fitch, Quinn, Kerri, and Naj."

Sid nodded, offering a quick wave to the squirrel, chipmunk, hare, and hyena, respectively.

"Naj is also new. I've had class with her for a while and she is a supremely talented artist, I find myself stealing ideas from her quite often, and if I may say, she's quite cool, I should've invited her ages ago, she's pretty much everything we look for in a player - smart, cool, hot girls."

"Eh, cool, maybe, hot, here and there, smart...really depends on the day," Naj quipped crossing her arms. "I'm not as good as you make me out to be."

"Yeah, not really," Fitch agreed, not looking up.

"Fitchy - behave," scolded Margot, giving the squirrel a hard stare before continue. "Right, so...how about you all head into the den, introduce yourselves to Sid, while I go over a few details quick with Alex."

"Sure," Sid said softly, slipping past the other two and into the next room.

"Well, he's certainly easy on the eyes," Margot said quietly to Alex, as the others crowded into the den. "And he's certainly the right size for the role. Maybe a bit...shy?"

"I mean, he's a quiet guy but trust me, I've played a lot of games with him, he's got this...how to describe it...just let him get into 'game day' mode, and I...I don't think you'll be disappointed. So anyway, what's up?"

"Right, so...here's the thing, I needed another body and Lor couldn't make it so...I hope it's okay, but I brought in someone else to take her place. Maybe you saw them among the group."

"Didn't notice actually but yeah, that's cool, what's the big deal about that?"

"Well..." Margot's eyes shifted as she grinned sheepishly. "It's my friend...Quinton."

The otter's eyes widened a bit. "...Quinton?"

"Yeah, he um...he's the chipmunk. I'm sorry, I didn't have anyone else I could call really and I asked if he wanted to one of our games, and he actually seemed pretty excited."

"Gosh, Mar...I mean, I just wasn't expecting it, you know? And I mean, I told Sid - "

"I know, it's just, you know, he's been having a hard time, went through a pretty nasty breakup, the guy was...he was...he was trash, let's just put it that way, and Quinn's been afraid to really get on the 'scene' as it were...."

"Right...."

"And I mean, he's kind of been thinking about going at it again and he's been somewhat...well you know, we all have desires, and he seemed excited at the idea of a couple of athletes and everything and...it was very last minute."

"Well...what did you tell him? Like, about me?"

"I mean he asked if you were going to be cool with it and I said I wasn't sure but you were a pretty open-minded guy...?"

"Jeez," sighed Alex, rubbing through the back of his neck. "I mean, I like to think I AM open-minded...what do you...expect us to do if he loses?"

"I was kind of thinking we'd just...play it by ear? Maybe there's some sort of...baseball shower-hazing ritual that would transfer over to this pretty well?"

A nervous chuckle. "Heh, well...don't know about that, but....."

"I know it's a lot to spring on you like that, but I'd super appreciate it if we could find SOME way to make this work."

"I, uh...we'll I'll have to talk to Sid about it, at least."

"Great," Margot smiled, coming in for another hug. "I figure if anyone can make this work, it's you, you're always saving the day for me, whether it's a broken pipe, broken furnace or...this."

Alex hugged back, though his eyes darted back and forth. "Well...let's just see."

Margot took her arms from around her friend, moving for the living room. "Alright well...let's go see the others!"

~

"So here's how this is going to work," explained Margot, standing in front of the TV while the rest of the group listened from on or around the sofa. "Alex was kind enough to loan me his television and his console. Since there have been complaints about me and my winning ways at the card table, I figure this is a good way to level the playing field since, as far as I know, none of us do much gaming. I'm...not even sure if that's still the word, is that still the word, Alex?"

"Yeah," laughed the otter. "That's still the word."

"Right. Groovy. So, Alex suggested this game here that I guess has a bunch of mini games that anyone can play regardless of experience or incompetence. Actually, Alex had a lot to do with the planning on this one in general so, most of this comes from his suggestions."

"I was happy to contribute instead of just...enjoying the fruits of your labor, for once."

"We're playing under what Alex said were Gauntlet Rules. It's something from pro wrestling I guess."

"I know what a Gauntlet Match is," Fitch muttered, stealing a suspicious glance toward Naj.

"Well for those of us who did NOT grow up watching TV with our brothers, let me explain...basically, it's classic 'next one plays winner' rules. Only for this, each match consists of at least five rounds, best three out of five. That's basically to give the boys a chance to, you know...recharge a bit after they finish up with the previous loser."

"And we thank you for that," nodded Alex, recalling the marathons he had endured before this.

"I dunno, I think you can do it," Kerri said, grinning toward the otter, while also blushing a bit. Never the best player among the group, the hare had become quite familiar with his stamina levels.

"We'll play it by ear," Margot said as she continued. "Whenever you lose a game, you drop one piece of clothing. First tops, then bottoms. Or maybe bottoms then tops, whichever you prefer, point is, when you lose a piece of clothing, you hand it over to Alex or Sid here. If you lose three times, you don't have to bother handing over your underwear, Alex and Sid will kindly come and remove it - and you - from the room. The next player in order takes your place against the winner, while the loser is taken to the Game Over room - my bedroom - where they will become acquainted with our two punishers, who don't look very kindly on failure, now do they?"

"Something-something tough love," grinned Alex.

"We'll repeat this process until there's one winner, who takes home the pot. Which reminds me...."

With that, the skunk trotted out of the room for her special, decorative tin. Alex took the opportunity to lean over and whisper into Sid's ear. Margot returned in enough time to see Alex pull away from the rat, wearing an expression of uncertain surprise on his face. It was pretty obvious he'd just had the Quinton situation explained to him. The good news was, he hadn't run for the door. He appeared to be weighing the situation in his head. Margot shrugged it off. From her perspective, it still seemed like a bargain for these boys, given what they were otherwise getting for free, tonight.

"Everyone reach in and take a number," instructed Margot, holding out the tin. "This will determine your spot in the game. If you're hoping to win it all then think high numbers and hope for the best. I'll take whichever one is left."

As the skunk ed the container around, everyone reached inside, some eagerly, some more tentatively. The sound of everyone unfolding their paper slips filled the room, followed by the reaction to the individual results.

"Number 2," nodded Quinton, looking over his number.

"That's pretty much the same as getting a 1," Margot chided.

"No complaints here."

"I'm 4," Kerri confirmed, pondering the connotations. "Guess that gives me a chance?"

"Hey hey, a big old 5, over here," Naj boasted, holding it out for all to see.

"That's...." Fitch trailed off, into a sarcastic laugh. "Really, Mar? You didn't think she'd like you unless you made sure she got the best spot?"

"Oh for god's sake Fitchy, don't be ridiculous," scolded the skunk with a flick of her boisterous tail. "You act like it was lottery odds or something."

"Just saying, that's...super lucky, isn't it?"

"What about you? What's your number," Margot asked, refusing to entertain the squirrel's conspiracy theories.

Fitch opened up her slip, before holding it up dismissively between two fingers. "3."

"Wait," Alex chimed in, realizing the situation. "So that means...Margot's 1?"

"Um..." the skunk reached into the tin to grab the last slip. Sure enough, there was that single, vertical line she'd written down on it earlier. "Yeah...looks like I am."

Everyone looked around the room, realizing that perhaps for the first time, Margot had a share of the greatest disadvantage of the game.

"Well whatever," the skunk said, waving it off. "Just means I get to beat all of you instead of just some of you. Now then...white paper out, green paper in. Twenty each."

"It's a steal, honestly," Kerri giggled, tossing her money into the tin, and glancing over toward the new guy, Sid.

"Have to agree," Quinn said, slipping a bill of his own in. "I've definitely spent more on a lot less."

"Maybe there should be some kind of member-rate or...something," Fitch suggested, tossing her cash inside.

"Pretty presumptuous for you to expect an artist to have 20 dollars," Naj joked, as she threw her contribution in the tin. "I'd expect you of all people to know better, Mar."

Margot made a bit of a spectacle out of slamming the lid shut. "Okay...it is done."

"Guess that means we should get into uniform," chuckled Alex, ri from the couch, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Oh, here we go..." tittered Kerri, biting her lip.

"So you just...do that right in front of us all, hm?" Naj pondered, watching as the otter now unfastened his belt. "I mean...I guess I don't know what else I expected."

"Heh, well...this is my...fifth time, I think?" explained the otter, kicking off his jeans. "I was kinda...awkward about it the first time, but now I'm pretty used to it. And I mean, it'll be the same for all of you, right? Well, most of you, anyway."

With that, Alex stepped out of his boxers, tossing them into the pile with the rest of his discarded garb. He turned and faced the contestants, most of whom couldn't help but make their way down the front of his body.

"You're quite the gifted fellow," complimented Quinton, staring at the immense flesh hanging between the otter's thighs.

Alex blushed. "Well...you know." He turned his attention to Sid, who was leaning against the doorway of the den. "You ready, bud?"

The mum rat stood up straighter, methodically undoing the buttons on his overshirt before slipping his arms out from inside. He tossed it in the pile before the T-shirt underneath soon ed. As he leaned back against the doorway, Alex gestured toward his teammate.

"Jeans, too?"

"When it's time."

"A little mystery, okay," nodded Quinton. "I dig it."

Margot stepped over toward the two males, gesturing in their direction.

"Well friends...take a good look. This is what Game Over looks like for you."

With that the skunk confidently strode over to pick up one of the remotes. The games were about to begin.

Part 1/9

Not sure how to label this, since this image itself is completely clean, but begets much filthier scenes. I dunno, if it's wrong, I'm sure somebody will take undue pleasure in editing it.

Oh and, we're back. I'll however many of these I feel like, tonight. And then we'll finish ing...later. Just go to FA to see them all now.