No

No no, the plan was to win. To be unpredictable! The footsteps of Emily and Violet crash into the ball pit as you snap back to reality.

Run!

You start sprinting. Gasping for air you don't stop. Winning is the only thing on your mind. Glancing back Alexis has joined the hunt. The three masked futa cocks throbbing are gaining fast.

They are quick.

You are close.

You extend your arm.

Fingers caress the monkey cock.

A tug at your shirt.

Pulling you back.

Will you make it?

Another hand gets your shirt.

You are being pulled back.

A third hand grabs you.

A three-way fucking awaits you, **** induced throbbing futa cocks.

You find the strength to pull forward.

Your shirt rips! Falling face first you grab the monkey cock! You've won! A horn blares!

All four of you paint as you hear a stream.of obscenities behind you. Catching your breath and fixing your prop hat you manage to read the teleprompter from the ground.

"That's... All... For wheel of futa! Tune in next time to see we'll have a winner!" You manage to get out while panting.

There is silence.. seconds of it. Followed by an abruption of cheers and applause! They love you.

"That's all folks!" A voice cries out. "Thanks to our studio audience, the cast will be signing autographs after the show!"

It was over. You are a star.

The next few minutes was again frantic cleaning and dressed against your will but pleasantly you find yourself in the clothes you arrived in. Steph whisks you away to a table with paper and pens. A giant line of futa wait with glee as you sit down. As you do they break into applause. Turning you see Lyla and Beth slowly clapping, their own stack of papers in front of them. Lyla with her bleached streak was in a different attire from earlier. No workout clothing, bunny outfit, or boulder costume. She had her hair straight, a leather jacket, low cut shirt, and ripped jeans. Beth had her white dress and heels back on, her breasts almost pouring out. Traces of green speckled paint remained for her outfit.

"Killer job Doug," lyla whispers, "I was on the edge of my seat the whole finale!"

"Yes," adds Beth in a monotone.

"After we are done Beth and I are ganna get some food if you wanna join," Lyla says while raising both eye brows with exaggeration.

"I'm sorry Ly, I can't," Beth's response causes lyla to turn and frown. "You have gotten yours, but I'll need to find a way to relieve some of what Doug. Started. Oh course Doug, I could show you how to properly suck a futa cock, mine is perfect for it. I don't think you need sex advice, you were," she purrs, "wonderful."

"Oh beth his head game is A+, loved it. One thrust though? You may need some stamina training." Lyla retorts matter of fact.

You feel your cock get hard. Shuffling further under the table to hide it you think.. these aren't bad suggestions.