Title: Hiscore
Part: 1 of 1
Keywords: furry, cubs, machine, mast, voy, exhib
Universe: unsorted
Author: just_lurking
Summary: Ten (and a half!) year-old Billy wants the hiscore on his favourite game, and nothing is going to stop him from getting it. Follow his trials and tribulations as he sets out to become regional champ.

Billy sucked the equine cock with all the force his ten (and a
half!) year-old mouth could muster.  The stoner's moans drifted across
the partition.

It had taken Billy the better part of the morning to work his way into
the tycoon's mansion.  Now he was in the toilets--just three blow
jobs from fame.

He strained to look up at his progress bar above the graffiti.  This stage
was rather dull.  The only graphics were the cubicle wall, and the base
of the equine dick poking through the glory hole.

The bar was almost full.  He sucked harder on the controller which
mimicked the throbs and pulses of the on screen portion of the shaft.

"Stage Complete.  Rank: A plus." A neutral male voice announced as
the bar reached capacity with a ding.

The controller retracted into the game cabinet.  There was an
almost-imperceptible pause, then the game switched to story mode.

"That was awesome lil' dude." The stoner-horse said, as he sauntered
out of his stall still buckling his trousers.

The view panned out so that the protagonist, Ricky, could be seen sitting
in his cubicle.  Ricky was the hero of Popstar's 'Peenor Party IV:
Peach City'.  He was a nine year-old, vaguely polygonal, rabbit boy
with broken black-grey fur.

The digital bunny waved shyly at the departing john.

No sooner had the horse left the prerendered scene than another character
burst through the restroom door.

"Where have you been?" The newcomer grabbed Ricky's hand, and
dragged him from the room. "Mr Big just arrived. 'Cummon."

Billy tuned out the rest of the dialogue.  It wasn't important.
He was trying for the high score today.

The wolf boy took a few deep breaths to steady his nerves.  It had
taken his entire weeks allowance, save a quarter, and most of Saturday
morning to get to this stage, but he was two blow jobs away from becoming
regional champ.

He looked around.  The pup had attracted quite a crowd.  Cubs of all
ages and species formed a circle around the machine.  Even the arcade
owner had ventured out from behind his counter to video Billy's bid
for the high score.

Of course, all the cabinets were networked, so when Billy got onto the
leader board the whole country would know about it.  Still, the wolf
cub enjoyed the attention.

"I'm Mr Big's assistant," A tuxedoed wolf said on screen, "if
you want to see him you have to deal with me first."

Billy knelt on the padded step in front of the game.  On screen the wolf
unzipped his fly, and sat down with his erection bobbing before him. The
camera zoomed in on the wolf so that he was only visible form his navel
upwards.  As it did, a new canine-shaped controller emerged from the
point on the cabinet where the wolf's cock would have been off screen.

Only the GameCUB and arcade versions of Peenor Party had the cock-shaped
controllers.  The BoX? and PlaySystem V versions still used joysticks
and buttons, which weren't as immersive.

There were differences between the GameCUB and arcade versions though. The
arcade version had a much more linear story.  The game play on the console
versions was much more open ended.  The GameCUB's controllers weren't
as sophisticated as the cabinet's though.  The different cock shapes
had to be purchased separately for the home console.  The cabinet's
controller could reconfigure itself on the fly, and it cleaned itself
between turns--something that had to be done by hand at home.

"Get ready." The announcer spoke. "Stage Begins."

Billy wrapped his lips around the faux canine member.  There was no
mistaking the plastic for a real cock.  Billy closed his eyes and
felt the hardness with his lips and tongue.  It was nothing like his
daddy's dick.  The taste, texture and smell were off, but the movement
was absolutely authentic.  The mechanical member throbbed and jerked in
response to his attentions just like the real thing.

Billy looked up at the screen.  It was tilted forward slightly, so that
it filled the vision of the player kneeling in front--all in the name
of realism.

The wolf on the screen squirmed in his seat.  The bar above his head
slowly filled.  "You've such a good mouth cub." The computerized
lackey praised Billy. "Maybe the boss'll want to see you after all."

The bar reached fifty percent.  Behind him, the crowd was getting
louder. They knew only a blow job and a half remained between Billy and
his place on the high score table.

Then one particularly over-excited seven year-old ferret boy did something
emph {really} stupid.  Caught up in the moment he slapped Billy across
the back in congratulation.  Billy cried out around the shaft in his
muzzle. He accidentally bit down on the artificial dick.

"Oww!  What the fuck!?" The on screen wolf yelped as the bar on
screen dropped to zero. "Watch the teeth furball!"

"Stage failed." The computer announced.  "Game over.  Continue?"

A chorus of 'Awwws' went up from the disappointed crowd.  The wolf cub
rubbed the spot on his back as the controller retracted into the console
and the screen faded to black.  He turned to look at the cub who had
slapped him.  The ferret looked suitably aghast at what he had done. He
was trying to make himself look as inconspicuous as possible. Pressing
back into the crowd--his face glowing red hot.

The computer started counting down. "Tenldotsnineldotseightldots"

Billy growled as he turned back to the machine, fed it his last quarter,
and pressed the button to continue.  He had no safety net now.  He had
to get emph {everything} right.  If he failed he wouldn't have another
chance at the game until he next got his allowance, and that was a whole
emph {week} away!

Play resumed at the beginning of the stage.

Billy didn't waste any time.  His lips were on the cock the moment the
computer announced the stage ready.  The artificial adult wolf moaned
as the flesh-and-blood wolf cub sucked for his life beneath him.

Billy's face was screwed up in concentration.  He'd swatted up for
his high score attempt--after all no one succeeded without giving it
their very best--he'd read GameCUB Power's walk-through of the game,
and memorised all the movements that the game recognised.

He'd practised them during recess with Mr Scott, his English teacher,
the only wolf, apart from daddy, that he had sucked off.  Mr Scott had
been impressed.  Billy hoped that meant he was good enough for the game.

His tongue danced around the head of the lupine phallus, and then across
the underside as his head bobbed down.  On the upstroke he wrapped his
tongue over the shaft as his lips trailed.

A good rhythm was important, but so was timing.  The game would only give
a C rank for bobbing your head back and forward whilst salivating. Tricks
were the key, the player had to deliver the right licks and flexes of
their lips to get a higher score.

"You've such a good mouth cub.  Maybe the boss'll want to see you
after all." That was the half way mark, with no points dropped.

Billy dove onto the cock, as far as he could take it.  It was important
not to gag, that would lose him points.  With his muzzle full of dick,
his nose was just millimetres from the knot.  He stuck out his long
canine tongue and gave the half inflated flesh a sloppy lick.

On screen the wolf jumped.  The cock in the boy's mouth duplicated
the action.  "Oh man that's a emph {really} good mouth.  Keep doing
that."

At this point Billy would have been playing with his partner's balls
in real life, but the cabinet didn't have any.  Perhaps Peenor Party
V would fix that.

Billy opened his mouth and let the controller rest on his tongue. He
slowly lifted his head.  His tongue, and only his tongue, trailed over
the cock as it slowly emerged.  The digital john shivered.  Billy paused
teasingly--tip of the cock resting the tip of his tongue--then he
planted a kiss on the head of the canine member.

He looked up at the bar--seventy five percent.

He dove back onto the controller.  The wolf lackey moaned and groaned,
as Billy continued his relentless assault.  The cock in his muzzle
throbbed and jumped ever more violently.

"Oh god! I'm cumming!" The wolf barked as he thrust his hips
forward.

The on screen thrust was matched by a corresponding pistoning by the
controller.  No liquid came out though.  It was another way in which the
game didn't quite match reality.  Billy could forgive that, he could
imagine the size of the tanks needed to feed all the busy mouths that
visited the arcade every day.

"Stage complete.  Rank: A plus."

The game switched to a dialogue scene, but Billy couldn't hear it. The
crowd had erupted into spontaneous applause behind him.

On screen Ricky was being escorted to Mr Big's office.  It would take
a few seconds for the movie to complete.  Billy risked a look at his
fan club.

There were hands in the air, hands down pants, even one or two hands
on little cubby dicks outside of pants.  They were all screaming in
delight. Billy smiled and soaked up the attention.

A chant developed. "Do itldotsDo itldotsDo itldots" Over and over.

Billy turned back to the game.  Ricky was just kneeling down between Mr
Big's legs.  The video zoomed in on Mr Big--a polar bear--and the
corresponding cock emerged from the cabinet.

"Get ready.  Stage Begins."

Billy was just one blow job from victory.  He descended on the shaft
like the ravenous wolf cub he was--exercising all the techniques that
had taken him to this point.  Already visions of what he was going to do
with his new found fame danced in his head. In his dreams he commanded
respect on the playground--he was popular and all the kids wanted to
hang out with him.

Behind him the cheers began to petter out.  Billy looked up in
confusion. The bar was still at zero, and the counter beside it showed
he had less than a minute to start filling it.

"I don't know why Lucas brought you to me," Mr Big rumbled,
"you're nothing special."

Tears formed in corners of Billy's eyes.  He was so close to winning,
and he was going to stumble at the last hurdle.  The cub shook his
head. He refused to give up.  He had forty seconds left--forty seconds
to find a solution.

He felt the penis in his mouth as he bobbed up and down it.  Maybe the
pressure of his lips wasn't enough.  He couldn't press down any
more though.  His lips were a tight little 'o'.

Around him disappointed mummers started.  He could just picture the
owner getting ready to console him, and to encourage him to try again
next week. Some of the cubs would rally round him.  Others would drift
off to find something else to hold their interest.

If he could just make his lips tighter--

It was then that inspiration struck him.  With only thirty seconds
remaining he stood up from the console and whipped off his shorts. He
managed to get them off his legs without removing his sneakers, although
he ripped the left seam a little doing so.  He was happy to leave his
cartoon-print undies around his ankles.

A roar erupted from the assembled watchers as they realised his plan. No
one knew if it would work, but the boy's determination was amazing,
and they got see some cute cubby butt.

He vaulted up onto the console, gripping the sides of the screen. He
had to hold on tightly--the game wasn't meant to be used like this,
but with his knees right up against the glass he could just touch his
hole to controller.

Billy hadn't taken an adult sized cock before, and he'd never taken
anything without lubing up his behind first.  He hoped that his saliva,
coupled with the smooth plastic would be enough.

He looked at the time--ten seconds.

He lifted his tail, shut his eyes, and lowered himself onto the
invader. It was the biggest, and most painful, thing to grace his tail
hole to date.  A pitiful whine escaped form the back of the brave cub's
throat, but it was totally drowned out by the cheer coming from his fans.

"Oh," Mr Big groaned in surprise, "maybe you do know a trick or
two cub."

Billy lowered himself right to the base.  Then he rested.  Fame or
not, if he tried to move too quickly her was going to tear himself in
two. Fortunately there was no knot on Mr Big's dick, so he didn't
have to take that as well.

He looked up at the screen.  The meter had jumped form zero to twenty
just by lowering himself on it.  Billy took a few deep breaths, and
started to hump himself onto the cock.  He started out slowly, but began
to speed up as his rear adjusted.

This was an entirely new experience for Billy.  While he only obtained a
slight sexual thrill from sucking off the game characters, being impaled
on one was an incredible experience.  The dick throbbing and dancing in
him was pressing into places that the boy had only ever heard about. He
wondered if daddy would feel this good.

He could head the sounds of fapping and cubby-climaxes behind him,
and on screen Mr Big was writhing in ecstasy.

Billy was rocking up and down the shaft furiously.  All thoughts of the
game and his high score were gone from his mind now--all that mattered
was orgasm.  Droplets of sweat rolled over his fur.  Little cubby moans
escaped his lips with each thrust.

Mr Big roared and hunched forward.  The dick in Billy's ass jumped at
his prostate.  "Stage complete.  Rank: A minus." The combination of
sex and achieving fame pushed little Billy over the edge.  He pushed his
hips forward while grinding down on the console.  A high pitched wail
escaped his thrown-back muzzle.  A thin stream of watery cum leapt from
his immature wolfhood onto the glass.

The machine's cock retracted, leaving his rear feeling empty, and
causing the cub to whine in disappointment.  It was a short lived feeling
though. The crowd cheered Billy's accomplishment.

As he looked around he noticed that many of the onlookers now had their
pants around their knees, and there were many white puddles around
the machine.  His shorts were no longer on the ground either. Someone
must have taken them as a memento.

Billy clasped his arms above his head in victory.  Doing so lifted his
t-shirt--accidentally exposing his spent and dripping little cocklet.
Another wave of cheers and whistles followed.

Cool as a cucumber, Billy pulled his undies back up, and turned back to
face the machine.  He entered his name, 'BIL', on the high score table
and smiled.  He was ranked top in the region and fifth in the country. He
would have been fourth if he'd hadn't dropped so many points at the
start with Mr Big.  Billy didn't care--it was good enough.

There would be a celebration, of course.  A party in his honour at
least. Billy wanted a copy of the video the owner had made.  His underwear
started to tent as he wondered just how big the owner was.


