Soarin' tries the Virtual reality version of Corruption of Champions. He is prepared. He will do whatever it takes.
This story is a side story to the Champions of Mareth, made by SkyDreamer. It takes places in the same universe but its events has little to nothing to do with the original story.
To Celebrate his first free weeks in the year, Soarin decides to be lazy and do nothing. However, thanks to some intervention, he finds himself buying a very certain Virtual Reality gaming gear with a strange game, called Champions of Mareth. The lazy looking Wonderbolt gets prepared. He must, he WILL beat the game. Whatever it takes.
A crossover with Corruption of Champions, a game by Fenoxo. With little search you can find the game itself (Corruption of Champions).
The story is based on a humanized Equestria (winged and horned humans, colorful hair) and contains nudity, sex, strong language and later it might contain blood and rape, depending how I play the game... wish me luck.
The story is proof/pre-read by Kirb, check his profile for reviews and stories!
I finally hear Spitfire’s voice sending us away. Today was the last day of the first quarter year’s active duty and now I only have to get back home to enjoy my well earned, two and a half weeks long… doing absolutely nothing. Yes.
Fleetfoot taps my shoulder and I look at her. “Hey Soarin’, wanna come with me to buy the NGear? You should get one too!” She seems excited.
“Well uh, sure! I can’t see why not! I mean, we are on a break or whatever…” Way to go. Liking your colleague is okay, feeling more is not. But the way I talk to girls… nevermind!
“That’s the spirit! C’mon!” She takes off, quickly flying ahead.
“Hey, wait up!” I shout after her, no avail. Why would she even…. well, I am a Wonderbolt, it is my duty to be fast!
The stores are full. Fleetfoot dragged me to the fifth to find an NGear. It’s horrible! On another note, I saw Rainbow Dash in the last store, she was grabbing some random games. This of course, took my interest. She is a cool gal. Maybe I should buy this NGear too?..
We finally made it! Standing in line with the boxes of these consoles or whatever, added with a couple of games, we are on our way to pay! Why am I so excited to tell this, this stuff costs at least a week of my payment! You know what, nevermind.
Fleetfoot just simply flew away! Why would she…. On the positive side, I have a new game gear with games to play and I just happen to be curious about the games I will play. I’m at home already, my Castle of Glass-, uh I mean Fort of Cloud welcomes me warmly. I should turn down the thermostat.
I proceed to set up the NGear, following the instructions closely. Others think that I’m a lazy, slacking person, but that’s not true. I’m just simply conversing energy to the real stuff! Like right now. I put together the device then check my starter collection while also booting up my PC. Let us see the wiki!
As it turns out, I have found a peculiar little game… the reviewers highly recommend it but they also say that I should learn how to operate my NGear or I will face unwanted consequences... good thing I bought the Pro Edition. Not the best, I had to set it up, but it has some perks I find highly useful!
So about this game… it’s named Champions of Mareth. It is an RPG with a strange side: it is heavily based on sexual elements. Only a few know how perverted my fantasies are… I hide it well. They know nothing! Muhahahah! So this game piqued my interest, naturally.
Sadly, reading about the NPCs, scenes, locations, everything, took away all the surprise from me. Which I’m happy about! People say I am a killjoy or something, but hey, this game will change my freaking body! I wonder, what happened to those people that didn’t read the wiki and the instructions…
I put on the helmet, get comfortable on my bed (after disrobing my clothes), and start up the game. I can already feel it…
The starter menu appears, I choose the play. Shortly after I see the buttons and choose the ‘New Game’. I know everything already. I hope. After the loading sequence I see and hear the intro, which I actually listen, it is interesting, and soon enough I find myself facing a question with a keyboard to answer.
This year, you have been selected to be the champion. What is your name?
I type it in. “Soarin’, of course!” Earlier I thought about giving myself some other name but then I realized that I will literally become what I create in-game, so… yeah.
Are you a man or a woman?
I’m at loss. I… did not think of this. I mean… I could try out how it feels to be… uhm… well… Character creation seems to be harder than the game itself… sweet Celestia, help me out!
Okay. I would need to find a bottle of Succubi Milk, then Rathazul, added with the 20 gems… too much trouble. “Screw this.” I choose woman. “I will regret this. I really will.”
You are a woman. Your upbringing has provided you an advantage in speed and intellect.
What type of build do you have?
Knowing the game mechanics, choosing the ‘Curvy’ is the best option. I choose that.
What is your complexion?
This one I won’t change, my skin is rather light, almost pale. So I choose 'Light'.
You selected a light complexion.
What color is your hair?
The options are limited, so I think for a few minutes. My choice falls to the ‘Auburn’. I think it looks rather well on anyone, I mean, I saw a few girls with… hm.
Every person is born with a gift. What’s yours?
This is a tricky one. Since I chose to be a woman, my speed is bigger on its own. However, I have less strength and toughness. That means I will have to find a way to equal this out. Since I already chose to be curvy, I think it is only natural for me to add to my ‘Teasing’ ability… I choose ‘Big Breasts’. Oh boy, I will be sexy…
Before you became a champion, you had other plans for your life. What were you doing before?
I but thought into this one. On one hand I could chose ‘Whoring’ but that would ultimately mean a certain loss of something I can’t get back. On the other hand, ‘Smithing’ Gives me more armor, which will come handy while fighting the little horny bastards.
I feel… weird. Like if I’m made of rubber and everything is… moving around. I can feel even my hair ‘moving’ as it grows and changes color from the previous blue-ish hue to its new, auburn one. Then I look down and see those double D sized beauties. I immediately reach up and grab them.
“It’s even better than I thought!” I exclaim happily as my body finishes changing, leaving me shorter, curvy, big breasted and generally sexy looking…. wow, I never thought I would actually reach this ever. I mean, I’m a Wonderbolt. Second to Spitfire. Wow.
Before I could fall deep into my own thoughts, I realize that I have a HUD and stats to that. They are all low and basic, but meh, every beginning is difficult… or what was that phrase?
Nevermind. I find myself on solid ground instead of the previous plain loading scenes. It is a hillside next to a small village. Reminds me of Ponyville, in a sense. But it’s obviously different. I see the route going towards the town and leading forward. It is clear, I have to move on.
Suddenly the narrator sounds up, I listen it carefully. Once ‘he’ reached the end of the text of this part, I start walking, listening for the next parts. I like context. And pies. Hmm. Pies.
Soon I reach an old man, Elder Nomur as the narrator tells me, he is waiting for me in a courtyard I find later ahead on the path. Then comes the narration filled journey to the portal. In the cave I find out how it feels to have the other gender’s parts feel when excited. I didn’t even think about trying to, uh, try it once I got them. Looks like the story takes off my mind of these things?... I think I might overreact.
But anyway. I ignore the cave’s warm dampness and concentrate on the portal ahead. It’s purple and pink, waiting for me to enter, never returning to… wherever my village, Ingam, is. Before I step through the portal I remember something. I will wake up to that demon guy. I will have to steel myself from the dirty thoughts. uh, this was a bad idea. Oh hey, here I go, already justifying myself…. Celestia help me.
I step forward, feel an unpleasant pressure in my head, and however I fight, it is stronger than me.
I come to my senses rather quickly. Looks like concentrating on being awake does help, I am about to witness this little fucker trying to make me drink Lust Draft… ‘I am a trained soldier… a Wonderbolt… you won’t do this shit with me!’ Just as he’s about to pour the liquid into my mouth I punch him square in the face.
The demon… no, imp. The imp falls back in surprise but recovers quickly. He is naked, sports a penis that would be still considered big on a fully grown, large man… and he seems to be fuming red. Or is it his natural skin color? Who knows?
As I look at his sizable shaft, an urge hits me with full force. It is originating from within my thighs. My groin is burning hot with need. NO! I take a fighting stance, quickly looking over myself. My fine clothing is not much of a protection, but this is still the intro, I have to act like I was about to fight this little sonova.
“Fool! You think you can beat me? It was only your luck you woke before I could make you drink this Lust Draft… hah, you would be sucking on my cock by now, whore!” He grins, leaving himself without defense.
So I jump forward, grab him by the neck (making him let out a pathetic ‘ack’ ) and pummel him into the dirt below. By the looks of it, he’s trying, he really is… But I’m getting tired of beating the living shit out of him. Low stats, I suppose. For a moment I stop and he rolls away, using those even more pathetic looking napkins of wings. If he had seen mine, the actual ones… this reminds me how I do not posses any right now. Oh bother.
“FOOL! You could have had ple-” He couldn’t finish, I grab his low hanging penis and using it as some perverted rope, began to slam him into the ground. The high pitched sounds he made tells me that I did a good job.
When I felt tiring out again, bloody low stats, I let him go.
“Fool.. Zetaz will get you!… Oh my precious… aw-aw-aw-aw-aw!….” he says in a girlishly high voice and flies away… slowly… in pain.
“Yeah, right, send him after me, I will show him who’s the boss! Hah!” I retort as he flies away, I bet he didn’t even hear it… gosh I’m bad with the comebacks.
With this settled, I can finally take a better look of everything. I’m in some sort of badlands, with the portal behind. Everything is red: the ground, the rocks, the sky. Such blandness. Reminds me of the filling of a good cherry pie. Oh Celestia, please help me, I don’t want to think of those… delicious… no. The portal is in a rock formation, hidden away, so I guess I should make my camp as soon as possible, saving myself time. I open up my inventory and tap on the tent. A moment later said tent is up with a ‘poof’-ing sound and I keep hearing that sound as the peripherals are set up. With a satisfied smile, I take a better look around.
As I read in the wiki, I just have to start walking in a direction and I will find the first places. As I start this first exploration, I think about how my camp should be defended… and realize that I’m staring at my tent. I just got back to my camp.
A hard-hitting facepalm later I tell myself to not think about the camp while exploring. Fast travel seems to be this easy here. This part was somehow left out from the reviews. Restarting my exploration, soon I feel a cold breeze. The fresh site of an old forest greets me. I should be able to return here at any given moment… so I imagine my tent, or base, whatever, and choose an other direction to go.
I noticed how the wall of fog disappears in the places I already explored, this seems to be a handy thing for exploration: this way I’ll always know if I missed anything.
As I progress forward, I can feel the humidity of the air grow. My skin seems to be more sensitive than before… this reminds me to something I forgot about once again. To take a better look on myself. Once I get back ‘home’, I will. For now I face a…. holy mackerel, this lake is huge! I can’t even see the other shore of it.
Thoughts of running laps around it pops up in my mind, though this body won’t let me do that. Not yet, at least. However, the game-hours fly by fast, it is already sunset. What a bummer. I see no stars on the sky. Instead this world has a blood-red moon.
How menacing.
So I imagine myself back to my camp. My bedroll seems to be comfortable enough…. and I have a new plush body, so sleeping shouldn’t be a problem. Disrobing my clothes (as I did in real life) I lay down and quickly fall into a dreamless…. wait, no. A wet-dreams filled sleep.
I wake up early in the morning, I have slept for Celestia know how long in the game-time. A log pops up, telling me it was 9 hours. Stretching and yawning I get out of my bed, put on my comfy clothes and look around my camp. “There should be a river…” I mutter… and find the river quickly. After washing my face I head out once more.
A desert. A freakin’ desert. No. I have no reason to be there, except for Tel Adre later on. But I am currently too low-leveled to fight the enemies here. I turn back quickly and imagine myself home.
Guess my peaceful exploration is over. Once I head out my camp and walk as much as half a mile, I spot an imp. He’s obviously in for an easy fight and the thing that follows. Too bad I am prepared… or at least I think. This guy wears a loincloth, that’s something the first one forgot and see how he was beaten?...
The battle music makes a cameo and the fight begins. I start my fight with a testing of my teasing capabilities: I slap my sizable ass….. no effect. But he hits me, god damnit!
This is the tutorial combat so I have time to think of my next actions.
I decide to show him my might…. and receive some spell based manipulating in exchange. Oh great, he’s affecting my lust… no, I won’t give up this easily.
Another round of this, he is barely damaged… and I feel myself losing to those damned spells. One more try, then…
He is halfway down. I can’t risk this. I am too aroused… looking at him is making my fantasy go wild… nooo… I turn around and run. The little bastard follows… and slashes me with his claws, grah!
But I keep running. I leave him behind. Crap, this was a bad beginning but at least I’m still in one piece. And untouched. However, I need to release myself.
Finding a suitable spot at my camp wasn’t too hard. After getting out of my clothes and sitting down between two overlapping stones, I begin to experiment with my new ‘equipment’. First comes the sensual feeling up of my breasts, my nipples are even more sensitive than I expected…
“Hn-gah… oh this feels good…” For a moment I froze. I didn’t speak anything, only that one muttering of the river since my encounter with that first imp. Well, being so concentrated on the task… no wonder why.
Letting the need of pleasure drive my hands, my left hand reach my moist and dripping… dripping? Yeah, dripping pussy lips, teasing myself… caressing the sensitive folds. I find that little nub that is my clit. As soon as I touch it, the pleasure seems unbearable and I begin to furiously rub it, very quickly sending myself over the edge.
I feel a little… empty, but I cum and it is glorious! A whole new world, compared to what I can feel with my male parts, in real life. Keeping it low, my moans are muffled, hence quiet. I got used to be quiet early in my life, thanks mom.
My orgasm rides out and I fall back onto the rock behind me. With a little sigh I stand up to take a quick bath in the river. The water is cold. I mean cold cold. So I finish quickly. The early sun helps little with drying me off, so I go back to my tent and thankfully, find a towel. This makes me realize that I am naked. And it feels… natural to be naked. Strange.
After putting on the last piece of clothing I realize that I forgot to take a better look of myself, so I do that, opening the ‘Appearance’ window in the HUD. A Mirror pops into existence. Right, I thought I would receive something written… wait a second!
“There must be a log somewhere… a-ha!” I say as I find said hidden little button. “Hmm, it feels so strange to have this voice… not like if I dislike it…”
I look into the mirror, then at the log for specific data. I appear to be a 5 foot 7 inch tall human, curvy, use comfortable clothes for armor and fists as weapons. Both of them have no stats, oh joy.
Continuing my examination over myself I look at my own face: beautiful feminine shapeliness that makes me feel horny.
“Wow. This was either the most narcissistic thing I ever thought, or maybe I’m just this sexy. Bwahahahah!”
My auburn hair reaches my shoulders… the last time my hair was that long I was in high school. Suddenly the memory of a guy accidentally hitting on me flashes back up in my mind.
“Well… wonder what he’d say now…” I muse, letting myself waste some time over this silly topic.
My eyes roll down, looking at my usual human form, girly thighs (yet another reason for those narcissistic thoughts…) and as I turn around I see my ass. I can’t help but squeeze it and even slap the left cheek, eliciting a little perverted moan.
“Wow-wee, I chose the best… okay, I am freaking out, I shouldn’t feel so horny just because of my own sight.”
Quickly dismissing these thoughts I look at my chest. Sporting two fun-pillows brings a wide grin on my face: I grab them and play with them for a few moments. They are at least DD-cup sized, as the log says.
The rest of the stats are about how I’m a virgin, thank goodness. Also, I lack money. Celestia save my ass.
Leaving my camp once more I go to the south and soon enough I can hear thunders booming ahead. My sight is quickly filled with a mountain, ominously marking one of my future destinations. Minotaurs, basilisks harpies…. yepp, nope.
Deciding that I should try my luck once more, I set out. My journey is cut short as I reach an area filled with knee high grass. The plains. I can actually see the mountain and the forest from here, but quite far away.
“Huh. Hyenas and satyrs, how joyful!” I say to myself and chuckle, imagining myself back to my camp.
After some thinking and pacing around I finally decide where to go next. The lake seems safe enough, though the slimes might cause a problem. Nevertheless, if I can find the sword in the tree then I am set. With this thought in mind, I imagine the endless shores of the lake and find myself there.
Soon enough I notice a quaint farmhouse in the distance. “The farm...” I mutter and progress forward. That farmer girl should be arou-, ah, there she is. What was her name? Wheatley?
My thoughts are stopped by the loud grumbling of my stomach. I haven’t eat anything in a whole game-day! I think. The noise calls the attention of the farmer girl too, she looks up from the pepper patch she was working on. Her canine like features makes no surprise for me.
“Welcome stranger, it sure is pleasant to see a new face 'round here. My name’s Whitney, and it’s mighty fine I don’t have to pitchfork you like most guests!” She says the standard NPC response. If I recall correctly, the NPCs can react in completely different ways if approached in other ways… ah, this will do for now.
“Hello Whitney!” I response cheerfully, keeping a good vision of myself is important. ‘I will call you Wheatley behind your back!’ My mind adds its own snarky little comment. “Name’s Soarin’, the newest, uhm… champion, I guess.” This introduction could have gone better. “So uh, how’s that you can live here demon free?”
I already know the answer, so I‘m not really paying attention to how Wheatley explains the lake’s effect on the demons. ‘I should finish the Factory quest as soon as possible. I need Giacomo for that. Damn.’
Soon enough Wheatley finishes her explanation and excuses herself to continue farming. “I’ve got to get back to work, but you help yourself to the peppers, hun!” Are her last words towards me before tossing me a canine pepper.
I wave her a goodbye and continue my stroll along the shores. ‘I should throw this away… I really should throw this away.’ I think as I examine the pepper. Then I remember something. ‘The transforming quality items won’t work if eaten after cooking or other kinds of preparing.’ I can just roast this pepper and eat it, gaining no effect! Hahah, Celestia bless the wiki!
Content with my plans for lunch, I just continue walking. It’s almost… no, it is noon. Thinking of how I could just set up a fireplace right here, I look around for an at least mostly hidden place and find it as the form of nearby bushes. However, as I cross them I find something interesting. Crafted from old growth trees and held together by some crude rope there lies a dock. From what I can tell it hasn’t been used in years…
That can’t be told of the brand new looking but rather small rowboat tied to the dock. It’s only about seven feet long and three feet wide. Fits one person. “Let’s see… now I can find Marea’s island, begin the Factory quest… and encounter shark girls and anemones. Later.”
So I leave the boat behind to prep the fire. My stomach is protesting loudly, I can’t let it do that anymore. ‘I wonder, how hungry I will be in the real world?’
As soon as I find my way through the bushes I literally stumble into Rathazul. The old alchemist seems to already know of my presence, I blame you, stomach, and turns to face me as soon as I gain back my balance.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. Name’s Soarin’.” I shortly introduce myself, momentarily thinking about making the old alchemist freak out by calling him by his name before he introduces himself…
“It is quite alright, child. My name is Rathazul, the alchemist. Once I was famed for my miracle cures. Now I idle by this lake, helpless to do anything but measure the increasing amounts of corruption that taint its waters.” He tells his standard lines and I can’t help but mentally facepalm. I should have said something to make him react differently.
He pulls back his hood, revealing his bald and wrinkled head. “I am not sure what I can do for you, youngling. This world is fraught with unimaginable dangers, and you’re just scratching the surface of them.” Damn, I forgot to say anything again! Damn!
“This is why I’m here…. to change this world, to fight and win. Trust me old man, I will stop the corruption!”
This… this actually has an effect! Rathazul seems to smile for a passing moment! “I see you are untainted and burn with passion to make everything right. May the odds be on your side.” He says, smiling once more.
“Thank you. I will return.” I tell him and bow my head. I should head back to my camp now…
The encounter with Rathazul gave food for my thoughts. I didn’t even notice until I got back home, but I actually walked all the way back! Once realizing this, I checked my stats. My speed stat raised.
Now as I sit at the campfire eating the roasted pepper, I think about how the lake is one of my favorite places all of a sudden. I didn’t even enter the others yet, though.
The pepper tastes fine and thankfully I feel no transformation happening, so the wiki was right. The only thing I have to do after my poor excuse of lunch, is to return to the lake and continue my exploration. I need that sword and need it now.
Once again at the shores, I spot a tree with odd fruits on its branches. As I step closer to examine them, one of the fruits falls down, rolling away. I realize that it’s a whisker-fruit, the cat transformation item. “Will be good for later, I’m still hungry.” Roasted fruits and vegetables are not my favorite but beggars can’t be choosers, eh?
With this newest addition to my small inventory (the fruit turned into a blue mist and entered a tiny pouch on my belt) I progress forward… and find myself at those bushes with Rathazul in sight. I wave to him and walk forward.
The sad alchemist makes me think once again. Maybe I could cheer him up somehow..? But my attention is drawn away by a metallic gleam. I spot a tree and… the hilt of a sword sticking out of it!
“Jackpot!” My joyous exclamation comes out of my mouth as a yell and I rush to the tree, pulling the sword out of it, not even caring for the tree as it withers behind me. “Finally! Now I can fight with an actual chance to win!”
The first addition to my ‘Hoarders’ Starter-Pack Deluxe’, fits into my hands perfectly. It is a well made sword, about as long as my arms, making it a good extension of my will! In my endless admiration I doesn’t even notice that my footstep make a wooden echoing sound. Then I find myself in a ruined village.
“What the… I’m not supposed to… what?” The village is devoid of life, except for the vegetation and the insects or birds flying around, making their choir add to the ambient music of the game. The buildings are heavily damaged, some of them are mere wrecks. Some walls are marked by scratches… claw marks. Yes, this is definitely the Ruined Village. Amily must be around somewhere too. Poor girl will be so disappointed.
Trying to think about something better, my thoughts turn to the whisker fruit I obtained: my stomach grumbles and in the next moment I find myself facing the fire pit in my camp. “Right, I’m hungry…” I let out a defeated sigh. The sun is close to go down, according to the HUD it’s around seven in the evening. Two more opportunities to explore, then I must sleep.
“Might as well…” So I stand up and imagine myself back to the lake, for the umpteenth time today.
Once again, I find myself at the farm. Whitney… no, Wheatley throws me a pepper as I pass by, waving to me with a smile plastered on her face.
“Hey, thanks!” I half-yell back to her. She reminds me of that apple-farmer girl back down in Ponyville. What was her name?… Apple-something. Yepp.
Nevertheless, I continue forward, watching the sunset slowly approaching, tinting the water of the lake into different shades of red. I spot nothing in the distance, nor close. With one last sigh, I decide to just sit down and watch the sunset.
The shadows get longer until the last piece of the sun disappears on the horizon. The air is quickly getting cold but I don’t feel like just leaving the lake yet. So walking back to camp is my chosen option…. rewarded with even more speed stat!
The blood-red moon is up, hanging low on the starless night sky. My campfire burns happily, the whisker fruit and canine pepper makes an occasional popping sound as the transforming juices leave them.
“Let’s see, what I did today… fought and ran like a girl… which is okay, since I’m a girl now. Found locations… Rathazul… the sword, oh yes, the sword… and food. It could have been much worse. Humpfh. Let’s call it a day.”
I will the HUD open, choose the Save button and wait for the game to save my progress. A few seconds later a log appears, announcing that my progress was saved to ‘SlotCoM_1’. With this done, I exit the game.
Feeling returns into my body. Slowly I sit up and take off the helmet. My eyes adjust to the much dimmer lighting of my room rather quickly, which I’m thankful for. The numb feeling of my limbs disappear as the seconds tick away on the clock, that hangs on the wall. I look at it and read off the time.
“Well. Almost three hours passed. And it’s the evening already.” My voice is different, a higher pitched female’s voice… as I expected it to be. Looking down on my body the first thing I see is the couple of lush breasts. “Oh… I’m gonna lick ya!” I exclaim and reach up to my right fun-pillow. Its size lets me take the nipple in my mouth, which I immediately do, licking the sensitive nub of flesh vigorously. The familiar feeling of hotness in my groin shows up. Reaching down with my free hand I feel out my vag (finding a tiny patch of pubic hair, shaped as my sign) and once I found it, I begin to rub my clit. This combined stimulation very quickly takes over all of my thoughts and movements.
I can feel my hand tire out, so I switch to the other… as well as switching to lick and nibble on my other nipple! This feels better than anything I felt before, I can’t understand why girls are not doing this all the time…
After a quickly passing minute, I can feel my orgasm coming, my first real life orgasm in this new body... and it overwhelms my mind.
“Oh Celestia~!” I cry out in pleasure and feel the inner muscles of my virgin pussy clamping down on a phantom dick. I wish there was one there… wait, I shouldn’t think this. Unless…
“Where is my phone?...” I lazily look around in my darkening room, my orgasm is still going. I can’t think straight…. “Gahh…” I rub my little nub of pleasure once more, lick my left nipple for a last time, then let my boob go, laying back in the bed. “Okay… okay… calm yourself, Soarin’...”
After riding out my orgasm and relaxing for a few minutes, I sit up and leave my bed. I left a wet spot on the bedsheet, making myself blush a bit… I think I should expect this a lot. Turning my mind towards the task, I go on a search for my phone
I find the little device some time later, somehow it managed to fight itself in the trashcan next to my desk. How? No idea. I hit up Fleetfoot’s number and send her a text.
Fleetfoot, I played this Champions of Mareth! You should come here and check my progress!
Sending the text I sit down in my comfortable armchair in the living room and try to relax… realizing that I am very much naked and smell of sex.
“I should shower down…. and grab some food too.” So I do exactly right that, getting out of my comfy chair.
The steaming hot water runs down my curvy body deliberately, I enjoy it a lot. Being female seems to have its perks, I’m speaking about having a much more sensitive body. In this current situation that meant I became horny again and began to masturbate under the shower, pushing my fingers past my folds, probing my love tunnel for the first time.
“This feels so strange…” I mutter to myself… and continue fingering my pussy with the experience of… well, a man who turned into a woman a few hours ago. That lasts until I hear my phone ringing. “Gosh darn it…. I can’t leave now… but I have to pick it up…. they will call again if it’s that important.” With this in mind I finish showering quickly.
Drying myself with a towel was never this sensual. I can’t believe how much it affects my mind to have such a sensitive body. Forcing myself to finish drying myself quickly, I double the speed.
In a minute I’m putting on my clothes… and not surprisingly they are not fitting. Not fitting as they are big, so I put on an extra large looking shirt and socks of the matching Wonderbolt blue color.
“Now let’s see the phone…” I say to myself and pick up the little device. It seems it was Fleetfoot calling and she left a message too.
You didn’t pick up your phone, I’m on my way to your house, I’ll arrive with a flying cab.
“That takes like… quarter an hour, which means, based on the time she sent this…”
*Ding-dong*
She’s right here.
I run to a mirror, take a look at myself… I look sexy…. uh, check if anything can be seen (fortunately, no) then go to the door. I can see a lone figure standing there, the darkened window on the door lets through enough light to let me see the figure.
Opening the door, I look at my visitor. In front of me stands a lean man with white hair, wearing the Wonderbolt off-duty outfit. He takes a good look at me, leaves his eyes on my tits for a few more seconds than comfortable, then asks.
“Soarin’?.. Is that… you?” He asks, confusedly.
“Yepp. I know how to turn it back, though. Nice to see how you turned out, Fleetfoot.” I make him cringe. Now I can’t help but smile.
“How did you...?” He asked, still in disbelief.
“I read the instructions, looked up the wiki. You really thought I’m some lazy dude, huh?” I answer his question and invite him in.
“I uh… yes…” He says, making his way to the living room, kicking off his… flipflops?... Yes, I imagine why he wore those.
“Too bad. And now you are a guy!” I say and sit down in my comfortable armchair.
“And you are a girl… with… huge tits…” He says, sitting down on the couch in front of me.
“Yes, it was intentional. I know how to change it back, as I said.” His face lights up a little. “I can make you change back too, don’t worry.” I let out a small chuckle, that look on his face is priceless. “So, how’s your new body working? Did you have your first erection?”
He nods, looking down at his groin. “Yeah…. I… actually have one right now. You are… not wearing pants…”
Wait. I forgot about this. I can feel my cheeks burning, I quickly close my legs. “Well… we were both of the opposite gender… I think we can handle this like professionals…. no?” I ask him, receiving a weak nod from him.
A grand total of five seconds pass and both of us jump up from our seats, connecting ourselves in a highly heated kiss and tight hug which turns into a passionate feeling up of the other’s body.
“Bedroom’s on the left?” Fleetfoot asks hastily.
“Mhm! Pick me up!” I answer. My frame is smaller than his, this is an obvious change and makes this whole event ever so special.
Reaching behind my legs and back, he picks me up and brings me into my bedroom, setting me down on my bed. He also notices the wet spot on the sheet.
“Is that?...” He asks but I can tell that he is not interested in the answer.
“Forget that and take a look at these ‘little’ beauties…” I tell him, lifting up my shirt once I get into a sitting position. His trying of taking off his clothes are stopped as he stares my boobies with the hunger of a starved wolf in his eyes.
“Soarin’... just for the record… I knew that you were interested in me for a good while…. so… we should go on a date or.. something…”
“Oh you doofus!” I grab him by his shirt and pull him on myself. With an ‘oof’ he lands atop me, my plush tits breaking his fall.
“I never thought something like this would ever happen.” Fleetfoot says, blushing.
“So let’s be professionals about it. This never happened and we can only have a relationship off duty. They will fire both of us if they get to know.” I tell him and reach down into his still present boxers. My fingers immediately touch out the erection he sports. But something is off about it… “Did… did you accidentally use a transformer item?”
He nods shakily. “I was thirsty… found a bottle…. it was called Equinum…” He explains and I can set my eyes on his animalistic shaft. It is at least 12 inches long and about 1.5-2 inches thick. Its color however, surprises me: it is of a shiny black hue, ebony, maybe? I am surprised because the standard game would give it some mottled pattern.
“Wow. I don’t know if I can take this.” I tell him bluntly. “But I will try.” He nods eagerly, obviously having trouble with holding in his excitement. “Wait. Two things. First, we are doing this because both of us were attracted to the other and curious about how the ‘other side’ feels. Second, grab a condom from the nightstand.” I tell him.
My nightstand is a simple oaken one with two drawers. The upper one has some junk food I used to eat while watching movie series in my bed, the lower one has lube, condoms, tissue, magazines: the perfect home entertainment station.
Fleetfoot quickly gets off of me, maybe a little too quickly. He searches through the nightstand and finds the condoms. “Should I put one on right now?..” He asks in an almost shy tone.
“Yes, why do you ask… oh, you want to…. I see. C’mere.” Of course, he wants to be on the other side of the oral pleasures. This should be gay. But I’m a woman now, so it is not. Praise the loopholes!
His face instantly lights up with an eager joy and a moment later I find myself facing his fully erect… stallionhood? That seems to be the fitting word.
I look up into his eyes as I take a comfortable position, sitting on the edge of the bed. “If you ever tell about this to anyone…. I will visit you at night. And I won’t be a busty babe.” Well… this wasn’t as effective as I expected… his smile became a near creepy grin.
Not wasting time, I begin to caress his pulsating shaft, stick out my tongue and circle it around the tip. He tastes strange… but not bad. Opening my mouth I take in a small part of the dick, testing how my gag-reflex reacts to an object slowly being pushed down towards my throat.
“S-Soarin’...hurry up… please!” Fleetfoot asks desperately. I know I shouldn’t tease him, so with a big breath, I begin to push his cock deeper inside my mouth.
My gag-reflex seems to be on vacation: a few seconds after I began I can feel the tip of his cock pushing against the back of my throat. “Mmhpfh mhm-mm-mhm-hmm!” I try to say, it was supposed to be ‘It’s interesting!’ but of course, I can’t talk with a horse-cock in my mouth.
This thought quickly flashes through my mind and I ignore it completely. Moving my gaze from staring Fleetfoot’s groin, I search for his eyes. His head is thrown back, eyes closed. Obviously, he enjoys himself.
Not the one to ruin his fun, I begin to release his dick… only to push it back in my mouth, with this beginning my first ever blow job which I gave to someone. He lets out a pleasured moan, I’m doing it right. Changing my position (sliding up on the bed and leaning forward) I try to let more of his pulsating shaft into my mouth and throat and it seems to work! His cock slides deeper in, until there is no more left. I can’t really breath but at least he is satisfied, which I’m happy about.
My moment of joy quickly passes as I feel his hands on the back of my head. I want to ask him what he’s planning to do, but I already know. It would be the very same thing I would do.
He pulls out until his medial ring is out of my mouth (which went in rather easily, it’s much smoother than I expected), then thrusts back in. I expected him to do that but still, it makes me cringe a bit. I close my eyes tight, bracing myself for the face-fuck Fleetfoot is about to give me. Oh joy.
The sound fills my room, my whole house, my saliva is running, my jaw aches, my tongue is numb, my throat is sore and he is still going! He draw back his cock a few times by now, letting me breath, but only for a few moments.
I can’t imagine what makes him so wild. And how’s that he hasn’t cum yet! Waaaaiiit a minute.
Fleetfoot’s thrusts quicken in pace, his ballsack slaps against my chin. He didn’t let me breath in a while and I start to see black circles as my vision is fading. He is getting close, I can tell that now.
He goes even faster, grunting and moaning in pleasure, I can even taste the saltiness of his pre! However, the promise of my salvation is not replacing the lack of oxygen in my brain. Inching towards the unconsciousness I try to protest, moaning and weakly trying to push him away. But no use, he will not stop now…
‘I will literally choke on his dick.’ I think sluggishly. ‘Nice first time, fantastic...’ Thoughts start to drip out of my mind. ‘Guess this is my punishment for acting like a lazy jerk… or something… like that...’ Keeping my unfocused eyes open is getting harder and harder. ‘Even if I… I’m not suffocating…. I will.. choke… on his cum...’ Are my last thoughts before reality slips away from me…
I’m alive! I can feel my limbs! I can taste something salty and gooey in my mouth, sliding down my throat… but I’m alive! I open my eyes and try to focus them. The first thing I see is Fleetfoot, leaning above me, wearing a desperate expression.
“I’m sorry Soarin’, I didn’t want to make you almost die, I didn’t realize that you were not getting air, I’m sorry, I’m so-so sorry!...” He cries out and hugs me suddenly.
“It’s… okay… Fleetfoot.” I respond slowly, stopping to cough and to breath heavily. “You couldn’t know.” I say and hug him back, even patting his back. He seems to easen up a little. “We all make mistakes. So… let’s wait a minute till I catch my breath…. then continue with the original plan… shall we?”
He leans back, looking in my (finally properly working and focused) eyes. His expression mirrors surprise and shock, hinted with arousal. “You mean... you are not mad at me?” He asks, blinking in his confusion.
“Yeah. I know how things can… get out of hand, so, everything’s fine.” I answer and wipe my mouth. His seed is all around my mouth… Since I don’t want to get my bedsheets even more dirty, I decide to lick my wiping hand clean. Salty and gooey. But I’m okay with it. By the poking I feel above my thighs, I can assume that Fleetfoot thinks the same.
After the little breather I show Fleetfoot how to apply a condom on his dick. Thankfully it fits him, I care about quality, so my condoms are magically enchanted to maximum protection and pleasure. Their price tells this as well.
For a few seconds he tries to wiggle around, getting accustomed to this new feeling. But then he settles and takes a questioning look at me, right in the moment when I roll on my bed and spread out my legs, taking the good ol’ fashioned missionary pose. “Are you going to oogle at me now or do something else instead?” I ask him with a tinge of impatience in my voice.
He blinks, then nods. “Y-yeah, it’s just that… I just never thought that… uhm… I would fuck a girl… and be this turned on because of it…” He explains as his face grows red.
“Oh come on! Don’t be like that.” I say, waving with my right hand. “Hm, you know what? You’ll not just fuck a girl but also take her virginity! Beat that!” I exclaim and grin. Why am I so happy about this. My emotions collide, thoughts shatter. Screw that, I’m going to fuck him.
He climbs up on my bed, positioning himself above me. I can see on his face that he decided that thinking about this topic makes no good. “Wait. Fleetfoot, I’m a virgin, so you’ll have to be extra careful. Got it?” I ask him.
“Yeah… I know how it feels when… that.” He responds and reaches down to line up his rock hard and twitching stallion cock to my pussy. He got hard when I told him about my idea of continuing, obviously.
“So… there it goes, huh?” I ask, chuckling weakly. It scares me a bit to know that he will take me… but hey, I wanted this in the first place. No chickening out now. He nods a few times and lamely pushes forward but can’t find his way into my folds, instead he slides off. “Guess this won’t be that easy…. oh hold on, I know. Quick, switch place with me!” I tell him and roll to the side.
Hastily he complies, a moment later he is on his back, his erection standing upright like a flagpole. I climb atop him and sit down on his belly, his cock brush against my squeezable butt-cheeks. “This time I expect you to be very careful.” I tell him and gently caress his right cheek.
“Yes Ma’am!” He responds and even gives me a mock salute. I can’t help but giggle on his antics. But we are here for the action. Pushing myself up with my legs, I position myself above his proudly standing cock, lining it up with the opening of my baby-maker.
“Ready?...” I ask nervously, holding down his hips to avoid accidents. Fleetfoot nods, staring at his man… stallionhood, waiting for my pussy to envelop it with its wet tightness. Did I say how wet I became in the past minutes?...
Not wasting time anymore, I slowly inch myself down. I can feel my netherlips part as his relatively massive member pushes inside. My inner muscle clench and relax as I force control over myself. Descending further, I feel his tip penetrating my virgin hole, quickly getting drenched in my pussy-juices. I would look up at Fleetfoot to see his reaction but right at this moment I can’t split my attention.
The head of his cock pops into my twitching twat, making me moan. However I’m not stopping, no, I wouldn’t even if I could. My own weight drags me down as the muscles in my legs give in. So I slow the process slightly to enjoy this (still relatively) big insertion. His dick pushes in deeper and deeper until suddenly there is no more room! Before I can ask a question however, Fleetfoot thrusts up.
“Gaah! Fleetfoot what the heck did you just do, this hurts like hell!” I cry out… and realize. “Gnah… oh, so this was…. this was my hymen…. I see.” I mutter and try to be still. Fleetfoot just nods, wearing an expression that says: ‘Yepp, suck it up!’ For about 12 seconds I remain still… then continue my slow way down. It hurts now and I can see some blood trickling out of my pussy but it’s not that bad.
As it seems my partner got bored of waiting. he tries to move his hips but I pin him down. “No. Be happy with yourself as you are.” I tell him, making him let out a disappointed grunt and in the same time, still. A few moments later I reach his medial ring. “Uh oh…”
“Huh? What is it this time?..” He asks, looking down and spotting the origin of my newest problem. “Oh, just that… thing. Let me help.”
Before I can protest he thrusts up AGAIN! I cry out in pain once more and hear the little plopping sound as my pussy stretches a little more to accommodate the intruding shaft. “Oh, you sonova!” I hiss at him. I wish I did not.
Fleetfoot grabs my hips (until now his hands were beside him, doing nothing) and forcefully push me down until he bottoms me out! I can’t describe the feeling of suddenly being so full and stretched. To my genuine surprise, I feel pleasure as well. But it can’t overweight the pain he caused. After yet another cry of pain and with tears in my eyes I look into his eyes.
“Why did you do that?..” I wipe said tears away, only making my vision blurry. “What gotten into you, Fleetfoot?” I ask him. his expression swiftly changes into an apologetic sorrow and guilt.
“I… I just couldn’t wait, I’m... I’m sorry!” He answers, frowning deeply. Taking a big breath I wipe my eyes again.
“Okay… I understand… but… please, promise me to be less… violent!” I practically beg him. Did I sink this far?... I guess so. Being female makes you all emotional and stuff...
“I promise.” He simply says but I can hear in his voice that he means it. With this problem solved, I take a big breath and calm myself. He won’t hurt me again, so all I have to do is to begin moving.
Slowly I rise up, Fleetfoot’s shaft slides out of my vag until only the head remains there. I wait for a few moments there, then descend back down. The feeling is less painful and more pleasurable, but still uncomfortable. Repeating the process I can feel a pace forming. It is quite slow, obviously, but a pace nevertheless.
Fleetfoot on the other hand seems to enjoy himself quite a lot. True, he would rut me into oblivion, but he was always a kind and understanding gal, actually caring for others. So he holds still as I quicken the pace.
In about a minute I’m getting used to the stretching of his cock inside me, it also became pleasurable a few cycles before. I can feel my pussy-juices welling up, giving extra lubrication to the condom’s already lubricated and magically enchanted surface. Soon enough it moves near-frictionlessly, giving me only pleasure.
Oh, I have been waiting for this moment. The pace speeds up, I can feel my tits swinging back and forth as I quickly piston myself onto him, up and down, up and down. Only now I notice the quiet moaning Fleetfoot unintentionally makes: his eyes are rolled up and I can see a thin line of saliva drooling out of the ends of his mouth. Oh, typical male.
Wait, what?
I shun myself for thinking such thing. Why would I even...? Nevermind it, this current situation is much more impor… tant… “Hnah-hah! I’m… I think I’m getting close!” I cry out. Fleetfoot just idly nods… then all of a sudden, he looks at me.
“Don’t mind me if I…” He says and grabs both of my tits. This would be a thing, but he leans forward, holds together the nipples and licks them!
“Hnaaaaaaa~aaah!” I moan loudly. I feel the very familiar feeling of an orgasm taking place, but it’s so different… My inner muscles contracts around Fleetfoot’s member but I’m not stopping to move! My movement is milking his cock for all of its seed which it can’t give, thankfully, and in the same time, it makes him cry out in pleasure as well. He triggered my orgasm and I make him cum too!
He continues to lick my nipples with such vigor, I just simply can’t handle it. Letting myself fall forward, he takes my weight on him, keeping me up - and continues to lick my nipples!... Moaning like a whore I ride out my orgasm, gyrating my hips against him, his cock balls deep inside.
Even he can’t take it anymore and cums, filling up the condom while moaning into my tits. (Which he proceeded to wrap around his head. It feels strange but hey, I’m a woman now!)
About five minutes passed. We lay still, I’m still atop him, he’s still inside me, though his member is soft now. We say nothing, the mutual silence is telling: both of us had their most unusual and satisfying orgasms. With this whole thing done, I begin to think (once my mind is clear enough to do so, of course).
‘So… basically… Fleetfoot made me buy this game. She transformed herself into a he and grew a horsecock. He came over and we fucked. He tells me that he knows how I’m attracted towards him. So once we are back to normal, we will start secretly dating. Hm. Not bad.’
I notice Fleetfoot stirring under me. “Hm? Do you wanna go somewhere?” I ask him and receive a nod.
“Yes… where is the bathroom?” He asks.
I let him slip out of me and push myself up, then get off of him. “Just follow me.” I say and head towards the bathroom. He gets off the bed in a few seconds and does as asked, but not without grabbing my ass once he reaches me.
“See, this is why I like to stare at your ass.” I tell him and chuckle.
“Yeah. Totally makes sense now… I mean, now I can understand so many things about you guys… it blows my mind.” He explains, shaking his head slightly.
In the bathroom we shared a few awkward moments of teaching each other what to do with our new bodies. Actually, it was mostly me telling Fleetfoot how to use the toilet… strange experience.
Once done and clean of the fluids, we dressed (this time I put on some proper attire) and decided to chat for a little more in the living room.
“So, I can just push three buttons and change my body back, correct?” Fleetfoot asks and I nod.
“Yes. The NGear is made with special magical enchantments, this function is for the user’s safety. It should work with no problem.” I explain and tap on the helmet’s side with a finger.
“Alright… can you turn me back into my real form? It’s fun being a guy, but… I’m kinda used to be a girl.” He asks me and I can’t help but smile. Fleetfoot acts so adorable when embarrassed, it warms my heart.
“Sure. Just put this on and get comfortable on the couch.” I instruct, he obeys. When he is lying on his back, helmet on, I start up the cleansing process… and in front of my eyes his body changes back to her: shorter by an inch than my current body, thin with muscles visible, sporting C-cups. Her cloudy-white hair, outlined with cyan is strangely fitting on her; her purple eyes become visible once she takes off the helmet.
“Gosh, that was weird!” She exclaims relievedly. “Anyway. Soarin’... thank you. For everything.” Before I could do anything, she darts up and kisses me deeply, even using her tongue. It only lasts for a few passing second - seconds of bliss.
“Whoah…. uhm… it’s… it’s what friends are for… or.. no, we are more than that now… uhm..” I blabber. As usual.
“Silly girl.” She says and kisses me again, this time for much longer.
Fleetfoot left me. We kissed for a good fifteen minutes, then accepted on continuing this tomorrow, in the terms of a proper date. Now I sit in my room, alone. I feel more happy than I was ever before, I mean, I just got a hot girlfriend and we had a twisted kind of sex already!
I’m content, to say the least. The only thing I have to do now is get a good night’s rest, then continue playing this sick game.
Were you ever so excited you just couldn’t sleep? I experienced that only a few times in my life. tonight was the newest addition to those nights, however, I was prepared: I took sleeping pills and set up an old clock to wake me up at 8 in the morning.
Needless to say, I fell asleep easily after and woke as tired as workhorse after a whole harvest. Why did I think of that?... Nevermind it!
My little tour through the house consisted of the following: bathroom, kitchen, livingroom and finally, my bedroom again. I set up the NGear once more, ready to continue.
“Well… here we go.” I say aloud and put on the helmet after getting comfortable on the bed.
The familiar loading up screen greets me, soon enough I choose my save to load in… and I’m back! I find myself sitting in front of the campfire, the roasted pepper and fruit is almost good to go.
“I have to sleep now.. but what to do next?...” I ask myself, rubbing my chin. “Oh right, I can fight now, I should explore the forest…. after some more exploration at the lake, of course.” I decide, nodding in agreement with myself.
Thinking about the decisions I can make, I take my roasted meal away from the fire and eat it, I feel no change happening so, once again, the technique is proven right. Once my stomach is filled (as much as it can by this minimalist meal) I head to my bedroll in the tent, strip my comfy clothes and snuggle in the soft comfort of the bedroll. Sleep quickly reaches me.
I wake up 9 hours later (according to the HUD) and my HP maxes out at 97 points. Quickly doing my morning routine at the river nearby, I get ready for the day, the second day of the game. For starter I choose to explore the lake again. I am not surprised to find the Farm once more, however, a log appears on the HUD:
You’ve been to the farm enough to easily find it. You can return by selecting it from the places menu (and will no longer encounter it during random lake exploration).
“Oh hell yeah!” I exclaim, taking Wheatley’s attention: she looks up from her work, makes a confused expression… then shrugs it off and continues to work. I take this as my cue to leave, but not before murmuring to myself. “Now I can encounter Kelt… that means I can turn him into a mare…. Wheatley will hate me for that… but heck, I need no dog pepper, hah!” With this thought in mind, I try to recall the needed things for bring off my task with Kelt.
I only notice how far I have gone when a log appears in the HUD, telling me that I have gained even more speed stat.
“Whoops.” I whisper, smirking. I need speed, the evasion perk, and last but not least: wings. “Right… Golden Seeds. Harpies. Gosh darn it.” I mumble, I have a long journey ahead..
The rest of the morning (until noon) is spent with jogging around the lake: my speed stat increases gradually. Then I happen to spot something shiny lying atop a patch of grass. I approach it and grab it. It is a long, flared vial with a label that reads ‘Equinum’.
“Hm. This will give me horse transformation, strength, toughness and less intelligence… However, Giacomo sells Scholar’s Tea which can counter the intelligence loss. I think I will take this.” I explain it to myself and pop open the cork.
The potion has a strong taste, I have to fight it down…. but once it’s gone, I have no time to think about the taste. I feel that my virgin, moist fuck-hole has grown larger, in depth AND size. The wetness I feel gathering gives off an animalistic scent. ‘What I expected. Let us carry on!’ I think and continue my way along the lakeshores.
As I stroll along the water, my mind wanders off. I think about various things, such as my newly found relationship with Fleetfoot, the wiki of the game, the game mechanics, the places and NPCs…. my train of thoughts is stopped by a text log in the HUD popping up, telling me that my intelligence grew.
“Oh. Oh, I totally forgot about this! Exploring the lake also increases the Intelligence stat! Cool!” I say it aloud. Talking to myself here seems to became my habit. Heck, everyone is a little bit crazy inside, some just show it more than the others. In my happiness I almost miss an other vial of Equinum. Since I decided to get the horse transformation…. wait, when did I decide that?... My mind is at lost at this thought, what made me choose this? “Oh, screw that!” I half yell and send down the contents of the vial.
And feel myself become a little less intelligent - stats agree on that. “Well, crap. I have to find Giacomo and gems.” I tell myself. I change my destination: the Forest! But not before going back home, roasting the pepper and eating it, so I have something filling my angrily growling stomach.
It’s 2 in the afternoon when I start my adventure in the Forest. Right now I’m feeling pretty good - not hungry nor thirsty - and ready to go! The Forest is peaceful, my so called adventure turns into a walk. However, my increasing Intelligence, Toughness and HP stats say otherwise: totally worth it! With an approving little nod, I continue my journey in the greenery that is the forest around.
Just as I think about how the forest is a nice place… I trip and hurt myself, losing HP. “Oh great, freakin’ great!” I shout angrily. Standing up I see the hidden root that caused my fall. In my anger I take my sword and hit the root with it, cutting it off. “One problem less..” I murmur and kick the root away.
Trying to calm my nerves I’m able to find peace once more, it increases my stats just like before. But I want to fight now… it is time for a battle! Which doesn’t arrives. Only my stats grow.
Wait. I hear a rustling… a… bush of some sorts rolls into my field of vision…. letting out tentacle- fffff, it’s a tentacle beast! Quickly taking a fighting stance, I think about my options. “This thing is 5 levels stronger than me, I am not on full health… crap, this is bad.” Trying my luck, I attack the monster as my first move.
Though I manage to hit it… I have no time to recover and it slams me with great force, sending my flying. My cry of pain is very much real: I have lost half of my HP! “Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!” I yell in pain and fear of being raped by the beast. I have no option but to run.
The thing I fear of happens. The beast catches my legs as I run, making me fall. Before I could reach the ground I’m enveloped in its tentacles, making escape impossible for me. But the worst is just coming in the form of an other kind of tentacle snaking up into my pants, finding its way to my clit… and begins to suck on it. My body can’t deny its own needs, I feel myself heat up. “Fuuuuck, let me go!” I yell and struggle. It seems I have found my escape after some fight: I free my left leg and kick the beast’s strange beak, making it cry out in an inhuman way and drop me.
But my luck has ran out with this. I can only see something large getting close to me as I try to stand up, before I’m hit with one of those large tentacles… and I lose my consciousness, along with all my HP.
I wake up to a pounding headache. I feel my body violated, fluids leak from my mouth and… yes, the thing robbed me of my virginity. Fucking great. My anger however, is not fueled enough, as it seems. My stats are pretty much ruined, I became corrupted, my Libido increased, just like my Sensitivity. I can only imagine myself to my camp before falling unconscious again.
It’s morning again. I have spent about one game-hour doing nothing but thinking. Being a perfectionist (at least in some ways) makes me raging about my encounter with the tentacle beast.
“To the fucking hell with this…” I growl “Yes, fuck it!” I shout and open the HUD, quickly choosing the option to load in my last save! “This won't screw me over ever again! I shout, memorizing that I MUST save after every third action in the game.
I find myself at my campfire, looking at the roasting whisker fruit and canine pepper. “Note to self: avoid Forest until level 5 or higher. Screw that freakin’ bastard unfair piece of crap…” I murmur. I have to be more careful. But at least I know what to do next time, which is nice.
Quickly devouring the roasted foods I head to bed and sleep, I feel like I am in a hurry.
As soon as I feel myself waking up, I have only one thought: speedrun! quickly, I do my morning routine and head out of camp. Until 2 in the afternoon nothing happens… well, nothing as I encounter nothing unexpected, only my stats grow and I find more whisker fruits along with the Fram, again... but then, I realize something.
In my speedrun-attempt I didn’t stop once. And now I’m facing a part of the Lake I haven’t seen before. The water here is crystal clear, I can see the bedding and many fish swimming around. “Huh… corruption didn’t reach here yet… huh?” From the corner of my eyes I spot a figure. Apparently, fishing. My thoughts go over the memories about NPCs, who were fishing, at the Lake… the otter-girl. “Nope.” I say and imagine myself home. “Not gonna happen, nope.”
I have better things to do than to encounter that NPC.
So I quickly put the whisker fruits on a stick and set it up above the fire so when I return, they will be roasted.
Continuing my exploration around the Lake I find my first (...third…) vial of Equinum. My thoughts are filled with how i must hurry, so I just put it in my magical pouch and continue my journey.
Rathazul is the next person I find. He smiles and waves to me as I pass by him, but I can clearly see his sad expression. Poor old fella’.
As it turned out, I was chatting with the old rat for hours. His stories of the old world, his carrier, I found them actually interesting! Even he became cheered a bit, finally finding someone who listens his stories means a lot to the old man.
However, the setting sun reminds both of us to the painful truth: I must leave. I bow to him before imagining myself back to my camp. There he already roasted… and not burnt? Probably an automatic game thing… so I find the roasted whisker fruits. After eating this poor excuse of a dinner, I go to sleep.
Right before I’m about to close my eyes, I remember that I have a vial of Equinum! “Huh…. why not?” I say and drink the strong tasting potion. The effect about my muff appears again… but I also feel myself being stronger! The gained Strength stat agrees. Now I can rest my troubled mind and sleep for through the night.
The real world me completely misses my thoughts...
I feel a bit… exhausted. Which shouldn’t happen in this game with the stats I have right now. Dismissing the thought, I head out of camp in the morning, exploring the lake once more. As expected, I find some whisker fruits… and more Equinum, I am in luck. Finally. My stats increase as well, slowly, I become faster and smarter! Not that much, but it is definitely a change. I find myself less and less exhausted after the joggings around the lake, just to point it out.
The day is spent with this… and it’s 8 in the evening once more. Deciding that I should Get something to eat and drink, I set up the roasting staton once more and drink the Equinum I found.
The effect this time is slightly different… I feel (and see on the HUD) that I have became more solid, stronger and tougher. In the same time, my tits shrunk a bit.. to DD-cup size? I check the Appearance and it tells simply: I have DD-cup sized tits.
“Okay! There is difference between DD and DD!” My logic cannot wrap itself around this.
To dismiss this thought, I head out of camp once more to watch the sunset at the Lake. The ingame hour quickly pass, the sun is down… the moon is up… I let out a yawn and imagine myself back to camp.
“Well… this day was… boring? Boring but successful in grinding stats!... Oh I feel so hungry.” With this in mind I take the roasted whisker fruits and eat them. I should switch to something more nutritious, soon.
My sleep is undisturbed but my dreams are somewhat filled with dirty materials… I should relieve myself…
The days here slowly become a routine. As my morning starts off, I go to the lake and jog around, finding Equinum and whisker fruits. I feel more intelligent and quick as time passes, my constant smile shows my good mood. Around 5 in the afternoon I realize that I found enough things again: I imagine myself back to the camp and make my late lunch, but not before drinking the Equinums again.
Vial after vial, they go down into my fluid deprived stomach. Watching the HUD I see how my stats change: my intelligence drops, everything else seems to grow…. even my muscle tone! To top it off, I seem to gain a new, horse-tail! It is of the same color as my hair, auburn, it’s shiny and looks good on me. I like it. However… my breasts lose size. They became only D-cups. With a sad frown, I rub them. And feel extremely horny right after.
“Uh-oh.” Yes. I forgot about something. Equinum, if consumed in higher volumes, causes heat in females. “Fuck.”
I have to masturbate, I have to, I find my little spot, disrobe my clothes and start fingering myself as fast as possible. Thankfully, orgasm quickly arrives, I sigh and relax as it ripples through my exhausted body. “There is only one way to get rid of this quickly…. I must get pregnant. Fuck.” The game’s cold logic declares drastic actions.
After some thinking I decide to find Giacomo, heading out towards the only way I didn’t go so far. The first thing I found is a goblin. Wonderful.
I’m still in the tutorial battle sequence, so I have time to think as the little green menace ‘greets’ me. Ignoring her for now, I check on the HUD. I have nothing but my weapon to attack and teasing. Realizing that the best option is to just fight, I charge at the small, green woman, hitting her hard, taking almost half of her HP. She doesn’t seems to mind it, after a pained hiss she lifts up her right leg and caress her twat. My heat-filled mind pauses my body, making her finish her action, this way making me lose an opportunity.
Nevermind it, I attack once more… The effect similar. She takes damage and tries to seduce me. With effect. But she is near dead, I have very little to do.
With one last final blow, I send her on the ground in a heap of whimpering pain. She tried to make me sex crazed? Here is her payment for that! Victoriously, I look down at the sniffling goblin and take her gems, along with a flagon of Goblin Ale. Since I’m not planning to become a goblin, I throw it away: the flagon hits a rock and breaks. The goblin visibly cringes as the glass explodes into hundreds of pieces.
I’m back at camp now. My food prepared, my thoughts scrambled. I think the best thing to do is to try exploring once more, then sleep. So I take the snacks with me and head out. I wander around aimlessly for more than an hour… then see some lights… my surprise is natural. Thinking about what could be the origin, I follow the lights. They turn out to be a trio of will-o'-the-wisps.
“Huh… this is familiar…” I mutter. A location had these, I am about to explore something! My mind searches through the memories, then I remember biology class from long ago. Will-o'-the-wisps are self-lit natural gases, created above a swamp. The swamp. “Hah, the Swamp!” I exclaim happily and follow the lights.
Soon enough I see the scenery change. I have found it. Even a log appears announcing it. Now I can leave the game: I imagine myself back at home, sit down in front of my campfire, open the HUD and save my progress.
As I slowly awake, I feel how hungry, exhausted and numb I feel. After shuffling around a bit and taking off my helmet, I take a look at the clock. It’s 4 in the afternoon. “Dang. I have to cut back in my play-time.” I tell to myself and quickly leave for the bathroom.
I mean as quickly as my numb limbs let me. Which means I have to sit on the bed’s edge for a few minutes. In those minutes I realize that my twat is sensitive, looks… bigger than before and has an animalistic scent… which I kinda appreciate. Not thinking about it for now, I shake my head and stand up. Real world me needs to rest.
Taking my time in the restroom I begin to think about how the past few days passed. I spent playing this game for…. well, a bit too long. I still have many days off, so I think about how I should spend the rest. I have a date planned, a game to play and my all-year long laziness on full force.
About quarter an hour later I decide to finish up things and leave the bedroom shortly after. As I walk back to my bedroom, thinking about what should I do next, beside eating, I notice something. A red light flashing on the side of the NGear helmet.
“What the heck?” I exclaim, picking it up. The light is not labeled, so I look for and grab the box and manual of the NGear. After a few seconds of searching I find the light’s function. “If the red light is flashing continuously, the current game of the NGear caused the console to crash, losing all of the saved progress. WHAT?!” My saves! I drop the manual and grab the helmet. “No-no-no-no-no-no!!” But it is already done. “Grraahhh! Fuckin’ piece of-” I throw the helmet on the bed, it bounces into the wall, clanking. “Oh Celestia, why?” So I have to restart everything.
About an hour passes as I refuel my hungry stomach and watch some news on the TV. Nothing important, really, something about weird things happening all across the country, I didn’t pay attention. Still infuriated by the crash, I take my time (once again) to return.
Groaning frustratedly, once I am ready to play again and in position on my bed, I put on the NGear helmet and start up the game…
In the next few hours I try to grind myself back to where I was the last time, remembering the changes, how I looked and such. What a bother. I would… sum up what happened there, but a compilation seems to be nicer to list, than a massive amount of bullcrap.
I fought imps a few times, got my Beautiful Sword rather quickly, visited Wheatley for some peppers (rubbish…) and then… found something. A ruined building… with a certain gargoyle inside. My memories about this flashed up, this is the gargoyle girl that I can tame and stuff! So I did exactly that, naming the poor girl… to be honest, I spent a bit more time to find a name for her, than I honestly wanted. A gamer’s curse, eh? Naming… after about ten minutes or so I named her Lizbeth. I read this name in a sci-fi book, a supersonic fighter jet’s pilot was named the same way… strange book, but it was entertaining.
Lizbeth, as I decided to call her, liked her name. I talked with her then and reassured her, promising a good future.
After leaving her, making sure to visit her often, I continue exploring, fighting goblin bitches and finding that goblin enchanter with the pierced tongue. I forgot her name and cared not, I would only visit her if I needed Ovi Elixir direly.
In the following hours I speedrun through the things I already knew from my lost gameplay. Oh, I literally run, gaining extra Speed and Intelligence levels quickly! Tiredness can’t take me now. Because of the speed I pull off, the hours of the game fly past my shoulders and before I notice it I have to stop, save and quit for a little, hoping that this save won’t get corrupted… corrupted, that is a strange choice of thoughts, was my mind playing with me?
I spend a whole hour resting, eating and relieving myself. It is night outside, I care not about the hour. I still have much to do, my frustration fuels my determination. I return to play the game, feeling just a lot sore.
The first thing I do as soon as I return, sitting next to my campfire, is to grab that five vials of Equinum. Time to play some Chug! Only after gaining it I realize that Equinum causes heat in female players.
“Fantastic.” I exclaim as I take a look down at my quickly wetting pants. I will have to find something, someone to fuck… and I’m still a virgin in this save.
In the next hour I run along the lakeshore, finding more and more freaking whisker-fruit. “Bloody hell, what am I, some cat-crazed maniac? Cut me some space, game!” I angrily yell at the sky. I’m glad I already found Wheatley’s farm enough time so I don’t have to bother with that at least.
Thankfully, my mind is set out of this thought as I find Rathazul over and over again, poor old man could only make those sorrowful expressions with the bitter smiles. I wish I could help him, I really do. by the time of the next day (the game probably sensed my need to be quick) I have another load of Equinums at the ready. A log, as soon as I woke up from the ingame sleep, told me that my heat is over, which I became cheerfully glad of.
Also, I looked for my Equinums again. Thus who can’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it. Noble thoughts, the number of fucks I give equal the number of Equinum bottles I will have a few minutes later.
The effects are not desired, only concentrating on my fuck-hole to grow larger and more animalistic… and muscle tone gains. At least I will be able to hit like a freight train on the loose, heheh. For a few moments I think about taking a look at the options of the game… and find something very important. An option to play the game on extra speed. Which means… leaving out the long part, only concentrating on the events that are generated by the mighty Random Number Generator. Oh goodness, I needed this!
Turning the option on, I return to the game, increasing my speedrun’s speed to 400%!
Stat grinding has never been easier. Still level one, so I do not encounter any enemy around the Lake, so I can peacefully gain the points of my Speed and Intelligence stat, as the HUD tells. With this increased speed I literally skip through days, getting more Equinum, getting faster and more intelligent. I should have checked the Options more closely…
With this I find more Equinum: finally I gain a horse tail and horse ears! Though I am not sure about the latter one, I reassure myself that I am on the way to become something I like. Feeling that the time has come, I switch to gain levels, fighting the imps and goblins. Getting to the harpies will not be easy.
Foe after foe, I stand victoriously. Thinking about taking a look at Rathazul I travel back to the Lake… finding a female slime… defeating her is a bit harder than I expected, she almost manages to suffocate me, but thankfully, I am stronger.
Continuing my search I eventually find him, cleansing a bottle of Succubi Milk, to add some to my feminine touch. The changes took place immediately… but I am not satisfied. Sighing, I continue my not so epic grind to catch up to the point I was before…. forgetting that I already went through it, long ago.
Exploring the forest gains me levels, perks and gems, also, I find purple hair dye, which I consider using. Deciding that I need a new look, I do that, my hair is purple from now on! Well, until I find a blue one.
After a while, feeling strong enough, I switch to explore the desert. I don’t have to wait for too long until I find that damned fountain… and the first sand witch. Ovi Elixir obtained! Glad that I am already much more powerful than the other foes around, I continue my exploration. Then I spot something. The glimpse of a city in the distance. Tel’Adre. This is my time, I have to investigate it!
The intro with the grey fox, Urta begins and I go through it with joy. Soon Edryn shows up too… the centaur woman gains my liking quickly, more quickly than I expected. She uses her pendant to see if I am corrupted - which I am not - and as soon as she finds it out, I gain access to the city by Urta.
As soon as the intro ends and I’m in the middle of the city, I head to the Gym. I must find that anthro horse girl… her name was Cotton, yes! I will need 500 gems to buy the membership, too.
The Gym is something I expected it to be, I am quick to locate Cotton and go up to her. Playing my role, I initiate the meeting sequence with her. After the immediate introduction, I get to the important part: yoga with her. The exercise is fatiguing, but worth it. When I feel like done, I tell it to her, giddily waiting for the next scene.
Cotton is as nice as I expected her to be, making me aroused quickly. In the showers we quickly get to the part where she asks about having sex.
My little staring at her sizable equine member makes the expected reaction. She asks me. “Well? Care for a little... post-workout stretching?”
I am all too eager to comply, accepting her proposition. She takes the initiative and gets behind me, first just washing my back, making me relax and lean on the shower’s wall. Then she switches to use the soap on my waiting sex, and as soon as she is done.. she inserts a finger, two three into my large pussy - thanks for the Equinum - until her whole hand is in! I am surprised as well, but it’s for the better cause.
“My my, such an eager little cunt you have, my pet.” She tells me, I can’t help but agree. She then proceeds to put her cock on the small of my back and rubs it into full erection. About two feet long… well, accommodated to the size already, am I not?
But the size makes me fear of the pain it can cause, I remember Fleetfoot’s behaviour clearly. She senses it and reassures me. “Oh now pet, don’t be so scared,” she tells me whispering. Then she places her cock at my entrance… and switches the water’s temperature to hotter, causing my body to heat up: she uses this reaction to push forward, robbing me of my virginity. She is HUGE.
However, in the same time, she is also gentle. She goes slowly, easing the small pain she causes, so soon enough I find myself moaning underneath her and feel my vaginal muscles clench and unclench around her cock. She comments it, too.
“Ooh, my little pet likes it now, hmmm?” I answer with a wordless ‘yes’ and she speeds up. The pleasure, long awaited, is big, only a few minutes of her rhythmic thrusting till I feel like cumming. My clit approves the most, tingling and feeling.. so good! Then, it hits her. I get to my own orgasm as well, the muscles clench down as she twitches and cums inside me, filling me up.
My brain pretty much turns off at that point, leaving me on the autopilot, only registering her clean us up after some time. Once I regained my mental awakeness, we dry ourselves and redress. It is time for saying good bye.
“That was great, little pet. Come by the gym anytime. I’ll be waiting.” She tells me as we part ways, both going home. I will definitely take on her offer.
For some time I carry on, I even decide to switch back to the ‘normal’ mode. Right after I do that, namely in the 24th day’s 8th hour, I go to the forest to grind my level a bit… and find none other than Jojo! Naturally, I’m surprised, my corruption level equals to 0. Nevertheless, I greet him.
The introduction scene was of him hitting me in the head, but it only made me dizzy for a moment… I accept his apology and we introduce ourselves. He seems quite relieved and happy to see an untainted person such as myself. Handshake done, I take a better look at him.
He is dressed in simple garbs reminiscent of a monk. A light-blue robe covers his flat chest, tied with a simple sash around his waist. His pants, similar to his robes, fit him snugly as well. But he had a firm handshake, so I know that he must be a warrior monk kind of mouse-morph, so he can defend himself, even though the only thing he carries on his person except for his clothes are a necklace of beads.
Otherwise he seems lithe, but thanks to the clothing I can’t really tell. Seeing the path my eyes follow, on his robes, he tells me his lines.
“Yes I am a monk, and yes this is a strange place for one such as I... this world was not always this way. Long ago this world was home to many villages, including my own. But then the demons came. I’m not sure if they were summoned, created, or simply a perversion of magic or breeding, but they came swarming out of the mountains to destroy everything in their path.”
Well, that was a mouthful, but it matters not, I know the wiki and listening to someone is always nice. He continues, sighing sadly. “Enough of my woes. Though I don’t feel any corruption within you, it’s always best to be prepared. Would you care to join me in meditation?”
The choice to meditate, leave or rape him pops up. Rape, of course, what else would one choice? I make my decision with the meditation. Jojo leads me off to a small peaceful clearing. There is a stump in the center, polished smooth and curved in a way to be comfortable. He gestures for me to sit, and instructs me to meditate.
After some time I can’t quite tell, I notice that my stats grew, strength, toughness, intelligence, health points! It really did work! Jojo congratulates me and finishes his lines. “Be ever mindful of your current state, and seek me out before you lose yourself to the taints of this world. Perhaps someday this tainted world can be made right again.”
He tells me and dismisses me with a sad bow of his head. I continue on my quest.
The forest seems to stay about the same, I meet with a goblin and exchange pain for her gems and a vial of pink hair dye which I throw at her, coating the little slut with pink. My laughter couldn’t be withheld, insult to the injury, it is!
With a smile, I continue… and find Jojo again! Mediation session ahead! Once again, my stats increase, this should be a nice grinding point. But then I remember that he could be encountered so much through one day, and even less time he will be able to guide me meditate. Well, easy come, easy go.
After another goblin I beat up, I find myself in a place that has the touch of the bee-maidens on it. I met with Giacomo earlier, so I got the book about the dangerous woodland creatures - I decide to avoid the bee woman this time, though I’m pretty sure I could beat her up with ease.
In the next hours I met Jojo twice and explored more of the forest… only to find myself at the same place with the bee-maiden. “Alright, let’s do this!” I tell to myself and enter the area.
With combat in mind, I pay no attention to the details this time, even though I could just talk to the black and yellow bee-like woman. I ready my sword and charge at her, taking her by surprise.
She gets the idea and begins to fly around me… only to learn that my quick double-strikes are faster than her, and even when she attacks, I can deflect her wee attempts. In two cycles she is down and I’m extremely aroused. I can choose from ‘Rape’ and Dildo Rape’. Or to leave her and relieve myself back at the camp. Trying to remember the wiki, I choose the ‘Rape’ option, curiously.
With only my vag available, I choose that option and make her eat me out… but her sweet scent makes me return the favor, so we 69… and cum within a minute. Done and ready, I take her gems and a large chitinous piece, I will need more of those so ol’ Rath could make me an armor out of it.
Just as I leave I see the sun descending. Tired of the day’s adventure, I return to the camp. Through my grinding I picked up lots of those damned fruits, so I roast some and eat them before going to sleep.
“Ohhh, Celestia, I feel so soooore!” I exclaim as I exit the game after saving it, of course. Taking off the helmet makes me realize that I have spent a lot of time in the game, again, my hunger seems to agree with it.
Getting out of the bed I head to the bathroom, I have business to do… Once done I go to the kitchen, I need to eat something, anything!
Frustrated, I groan, this game is slowly becoming a burden to me, my body can’t really take too much of it for sure. I will play for a few more days at max, then pause, I need to recharge, seriously.
With a sandwich half-stuffed in my mouth I check on my phone… and see 32 missed calls. “Ssshhhiiieeet…” I whisper...
