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"What? Price increases don't generally go that high in one day!"

"Sorry. Go get the money, or don't. I ain't got time to haggle, and I'll be gone later. You want a better sword, you'll damn well pay for it, too."

The town was lively, and he could barely talk to the salesman without being brushed past by countless others. His fur bristled, but his coinpurse was still just as disappointingly empty. A loud clang and thump as he set his current sword on the table.

"How much would it be if I were to trade this one in, too?"

"Still more than you can afford. Come back with double that, and we'll talk payment plans."

He was smug, leaning back under his marketplace awning, set up against one of the buildings. Sweat poured through his own fur, but this rat of a salesman kept his cool. Both literally, and figuratively. He strapped the sword back onto his back. He hadn't enough money, and there was no convincing this guy.

"Whatever. I'll be back later."

The shopkeep waved him off with a smile, and his attention was instantly distracted by another customer once he'd walked away. The adventurers ears flicked, and his tail swayed from side to side. The nervous energy poured off of him in buckets. Where the hell was he to get that kind of money? Unless...

"Armaglop, same max profit as last week?"

For the medieval setting, a very-futuristic holoprojection beamed out in front of him. Countless streams of info scrolled down, and out of his field of view. A short 'ding!' and a glowing bit of text attracted his attention.

"So it is. Time to get walking, then!"

It felt hot in the town, but a good wind picked up as soon as he left. And, with so many fewer people, even the air was cooler. It felt nice, but he still felt like he needed a shower already. And, he probably did. The garb he had on must have been weeks old, and he only washed it the other week, and in terms of real-time... It was best he didn't think about it. Still, for as fake as the canteen he held was, the water tasted damn good. An errant twitch of his paw digits distracted him for a moment.

"Maybe time for a recalibration later. Or maybe it's just me..." He mumbled to himself.

The grass was easily as tall as his waist. Perhaps a bit higher. Luckily, his pants kept it from being too itchy. Still, comfort should have been the last thing on his mind. His backpack was empty, and he had money to grind. Even worthless junk could be sold to some no-name vendor. And he'd be paid for the privilege! Perhaps that sword would be paid for by minotaur loincloths. On second thought...

"That's nasty, and you know it." He commented on his own thoughts. Didn't make them any less true, though.

It didn't take long, either. Wolves, bugs, extra-large bugs, extra-tough rock-things, and other mobs served to stuff his backpack with all kinds of worthless detritus. But, even worthless trash would be worth a penny. Or whatever the smallest bit of currency was. He hadn't bothered to learn what that was just yet. It was easy too, if a bit unrealistic. He flicked through the list. Convenience and gameplay over realism, at least for this one.

"Leave the trash bags, take the more worthwhile trash, and next area!"

The individual items spilled out of his pack, and onto the ground, only for the next batch of stuff to pop into his inventory. Like magic. Or like an MMO. Either was fine, and one was a lot more accurate than the other. They even had an overly loud zipping noise when he closed the thing. Of course, the next area was supposed to be tougher, and drop more coin and valuable items. This was just a warm-up. A quick jog, and miles passed in minutes. Despite the distance, it was a quick bit of travel. He took a moment to catch his breath.

"Winded...already? Shit, I need to level that too." He leaned against a tree. Waypoint two of fifteen today. Plenty more to go, too.

The sword came out, and the mobs died. It really was that simple. Lizards this time, and other lizard-like critters. Funnily enough, full-size spears fit into his bag just fine. Though, try as he might to use them, they weren't useful at all. Damned game mechanics. Still, they were worth more, and so... Out with the old, in with the new. He stayed until his bag was stuffed with them, and he was exhausted. Another sip of the canteen, and he flopped down next to a tree. Mentally recalling his spoils, a smile came to his muzzle.

The projection popped up before he'd even called it. Everything else ignored him, despite the fact that he'd murdered entire generations of the same critters. No new messages, no new skills, no level ups. Nothing. But damn, his bio picture looked good. Well, despite the fact that it was covered in sweat, and he was panting like a bitch in heat. Ignoring all the built-up muck, his fur still didn't look that bad, either. Though, blue was hardly a natural color for a wolf. Neon blue at that.

"Realism wasn't this one's strong suit."

The break had been long enough, and before long, he was doing the exact same thing, another few miles away. His arms burned with the force of every swing, and his foes were getting harder. Sometimes, literally.

"Puny wolf should be bending over! Or I'll bury my ax in- ARGH"

It almost got a yawn out of him. The minotaur was all bluster, and no skill. Still, even taking one of them out took a good minute or so. It was a quick back-and-forth game of attack, parry, block, and then counter. He won though, of course. Not without needing to down a few potions, though. Could have definitely gone better, and he was getting more tired the more he fought. The day was still bright, however. It took a few more moments to pick up the scattered, discarded glass bottles.

More minotaurs, more loot. Took just as much time to fill his bag as last time, but it felt so much longer. And, well, his potion stock was only getting more and more empty with each fight. They didn't taste like much, luckily. At the very least, he could re-use the bottles. Still, though. Fighting minotaurs was much more engaging than the last few things. There was something better, though. An alarm went off, and he dismissed it, mid-swing.

"Get at that in a minute. If I'm lucky, this one will- there we go!" He interrupted himself.

In a true display of video game logic and physics, his bag was full... of axes larger than it. His gold pouch would be quite a bit less empty after he got done selling these. Maybe even be able to afford that damned sword. Something else needed doing first, however. He didn't even bother finishing with the rest of the group, instead turning tail and running. Being late for the spawn would be worrisome. And if he waited too long, they'd be gone...

"Later suckers!" A smoke bomb had the described effect, a huge cloud of smoke disorienting them enough for him to leave them behind easily.

It wouldn't have taken that much longer, but honestly, it would have been pointless. The drops out of this one would be much, much better. It was a dragon, after all. While the boots on his footpaws weren't exactly comfy, they covered more miles than he would have thought possible. And, just in time, too! The clearing was empty. Not another soul in sight. No one to interrupt him. The sword had seen better days, but he took a few moments to apply some buffs and sharpen it. If all went well, it'd be the last waypoint of the day. If not, well. Respawns were okay too.

He paced impatiently. Back and forth around the clearing. Why was it taking so long? The spawn wasn't usually this far off from the alarm. His sword, while unsheathed, dragged along the ground. There was no point in lifting the hefty thing if there was nothing to swing it at. He'd been pacing long enough to leave a pattern all across the clearing. But, it took a moment more of waiting, until the telltale shift in air pressure told him all he needed to know. White light, and wispy orbs were starting to circulate around the area, congregating in the center of the area. In the middle of all the mess he'd already left on the ground, too.

"'bout time." He huffed, impatiently tapping his boot on the ground.

Luckily, his buffs were combat-time-only, otherwise, he would have had to reapply them plenty of times. It was definitely a dragon, too, the form slowly turning more solid. Was he lagging? Was the server lagging? Both were good questions, and both were wrong as he pulled up the holoprojection again. Potions back on the quick-use belt, a few deployables, and...-

The dragon roared, more than loudly enough to put an annoying ringing in his ears. A moment or two of pacing, and then it noticed him. Cold, piercing eyes stared at him. Buffs popped up above its' head as it mumbled. This was going to take a while solo. He could do it though. Usually. That may have been more credit than the thought was worth, though. He only just managed to dodge a casual swipe. It was on.

Another swipe took some fur off of his tail. He didn't quite recognize some of the buff icons. That was typical though, especially for a game still in development. The errant thought was punished with a heavy blow to his chest. It knocked the wind out of him, and then some. The adventurer retaliated, swinging his sword wildly. His own counter connected with the dragons' scales, doing plenty of damage. But, it wasn't quite enough. He failed his dodge roll, and the dragon nipped at him with a muzzle full of sharp teeth. The dragon got a good grip on him, too, shaking him back and forth like a ragdoll. All he could see was his health bar getting lower... and lower....

And empty. Shit.

He hit the ground with a heavy thud, and an over-exaggerated plume of dust. The scaled beast knocked his sword away, harshly enough to embed it in a nearby tree. Now he'd need an axe too, just to get that hunk of garbage back. Armor had dents, and scratches, and-

"Grrrl" The dragon growled, nosing at him. It disrupted the holoprojection.

"Would you like to- !@$%!%!%" The screen errored out.

"Fucking urrrgh." Another bug. Or was it?

The dragon knew. His eyes looked conscious enough. And, it was definitely a he from the way his body shape looked. Bigger, stockier frame than the females, dull scales compared to the same, but polished to equivalency, usually. The adventurer got a good look at them too, as the dragon finally rolled him over. It cocked his head, mumbling unintelligible sentences.

"Cheap, extra-buffed garbage." He complained.

The dragon almost looked hurt for a moment, but then a smirk came to his muzzle. A notification dinged, but he couldn't answer it. Claws stripped his armor off easily. It wouldn't damage them any more than they already were, thankfully. Item damage was- What was he doing?! The claws got uncomfortably close to his hide, tearing his clothes aside. Breath caught in his lungs. Out here? What if others were on their way for the spawn? It'd be humiliating, and-

"Grrrl hmrmr." More growling mixed with language he couldn't understand. Another ding.

It took a while, but eventually the reptile managed to strip everything off of him. Boots, socks, pants, tunic, all of it. Even his damned +1 cap that kept his fur in place. It was a stupid semi-cosmetic anyways. But, the meaning was clear. The canine was embarrassed, too, the small, brief, gentle touches more than enough to arouse his e-self. An instant log-out would spare his dignity, at least...

But did he want to? Why not see where this went, anyways?

Ding. Ding. Dingdingding. The projection made noise, but it was hardly corporeal. What little bits of the screen that he could see were still fuzzed out. It didn't help that the dragon was blocking most of it. Still though... The dragon wouldn't harm him. Couldn't, even. His body ached, as was the games typical way of telling him he was out of HP. But, he didn't actually feel hurt. Far from it, actually. The dragon nosing at him felt good. Arousing. It nudged his mind down tracks that may or may not have been well-used.

"Prefer it to be real, but this is alright too..." He trailed off.

The dragon cocked his head, and rumbled. The noise shook the air, and felt like it rattled his very bones. More dings that were already being filtered out of his attention. They could be read later anyways. But, it was more than clear what the dragon wanted. This wasn't your typical MMO. It was more... feature-rich than most. A paw rubbed against his rod for a moment, the soft, almost-squishy feeling making him squirm. More than enough pressure to feel good, an- Just as quickly as the dragon had indulged him, he stopped.

Getting a close-up of his belly scales was plenty enough to distract him. But, picking his head up, another distraction loomed over him. Or rather, in front of him. Huge, very erect, and nearly pulsing. Another growl from somewhere behind him. It had an edge to it, but it wasn't a threat. Not in the slightest. Wouldn't have taken a threat to get the canine to do what he already wanted to, anyways. It took effort to pick himself up after the thrashing the dragon gave him, but he had quite the incentive.

"Rrrrr..." More rumbles from the dragon.

"Easy."

His handpaws felt warm already, but the length felt even warmer. It could fit him. It definitely could. But a bit of foreplay first would help things along. The sensation of his mouth watering was as awkward as ever. He stroked the dragon gently, teasing out a bit of pure essence from the tip. It stretched his muzzle, but the taste more than made up for it. The adventurer-turned-lover was more than eager to get more of it.

The dragon was more than content with letting the small canine work his shaft. Patience may have been the name of one of his buffs, but it applied doubly so here. A grin spread across his muzzle as he savored the experience. He won this time. But, it had been too quick. His companion wanted it. Or perhaps he was playing off-class again. Maybe he was hoping for more, but later. Even if he weren't picking up his messages, it was fine. If someone didn't want to participate, they could exit the game. And, well, he wasn't. It may have been virtual, but the feelings running along his cock, and inside his body felt so real. But, it was over quickly, too.

More rumbles from the dragon warned him a bit too late. His tongue was shoved out of the way, and the length poked into his throat, ridges and all. They tickled his throat, but that wasn't the thing his attention was on. A close-up of the thick rod embedded in his muzzle told him more than the growls did. It visibly pulsed, and a knot was beginning to form. His paws encircled it, and squeezed as jet after jet of seed rocketed into his stomach. Thick, gooey, and filling, it felt like he was overburdened after just a few spurts of the stuff. But still, it came. The dragon grasped the back of his head, pushing him further onto the rod. He could only swallow, and swallow, and swallow.... There was an audible pop as he was pulled off of the rod.

More spurts coated his muzzle, and his chest. It covered him, nearly, in warmth. Of course, it'd be gone in minutes after the encounter, but still. His own rod leaked pre at a prodigious rate, enjoying the sensation a bit too much. The dragon wasn't one to wait for his second round though. Two large paws were more than enough to turn him around. A few half-hearted jets landed on his back, making his absurd fur pattern a bit more so. The dirt had ruts in it as he was pushed forwards. Somehow, he remained prone.

"Ah!"

The dragon wasted no time whatsoever, his tongue slathering his ass with saliva. Both paws spread his asscheeks, and moments later the dragon was drilling into him with reckless abandon. It was intense, but only preparation for later. That thick spire of dragon meat would be in him soon. And he would have it no other way, despite the circumstances. More messages, but he barely noticed them. Couldn't read them either. It probed into him deeply, exploring depths that would have seemed absurd. But, here in their virtual playground, it didn't matter. Like the rest of the encounter thus far, it didn't last. He wanted a quickie.

The sudden withdrawal of the tongue made him feel empty. But, the warmth of the dragon looming over him, and the wet warmth pressing against his backside felt divine. There were no players for miles around, but it didn't stop him from blushing. Or rather, feeling like he were blushing. Pressure poked against his ass, and he didn't give an ounce of resistance. Instead, cooperation was the order of the day. Pleasurable, intensely pleasing cooperation.

"hhhrr." A weak growl rumbled out of his own throat.

It didn't hurt. Not much, at least. But it was blindingly intense. The dragon stuffed him, and then some.

The dragon made him his very own cocksleeve. All he could do was hold on, and enjoy the ride. Being rutted into the dirt was hardly on his list of things to do for the day, but it was an enjoyable detour. The weight on his back was almost too heavy to bear, as the dragon thrust into him roughly. The ridges dragged along his insides, and the knot bumped up against his ass, each adding a bit more to the experience. Each rolling, grinding, forceful thrust pushed him further into the dirt, until his ass was up, and he was almost being pushed along by the dragon. A paw pressed onto his back, keeping him exactly where the dragon wanted him.

The saliva did its' job, keeping him well-lubed enough for the dragon to enjoy himself. Luckily, the meat filling his ass made the canine enjoy himself too. A high-pitched whine fell out of his muzzle as the dragon stepped it up a notch. With the knot popping into, and out of him, it stretched him wide open. White-hot pleasure seared his mind, and it was enough to force an orgasm out of him. His seed splattered against the ground, making a mess of his fur as well. Another growl as his legs gave out.

The dragon was going to have his own finish, his submissive little dog be damned. He didn't even bother to pull out, rolling onto his side, and pulling him along. Both paws gripped the smaller anthro. His eyes turned to mere slits, and a hiss rolled out of his muzzle. Both of his forelegs were more than enough to knot-fuck the canine still. And he did just that, too. It forced the comparatively small orgasm to last, and last, and last... Right up until his own. The knot popped into his well-abused hole one last time, and a roar made his own eardrums ring. More of that thick seed pulsed through his rod, before getting deposited into the squirming canine. The knot locked it all away, and kept them tied together.

Of course, he didn't try to get away either. The dragon ruffled his headfur, and put that stupid cap back onto his head. He glanced sideways at his HUD as a familiar sound stole his attention for a moment.

"Could have at least waited until I sorted mine out." The canine whined.

"And waste a perfectly good opportunity for some ass? I think not."

A weak, not even half-hearted thump against his chest.

"It was fuzzing again. Takes literally half a minute to figure out, but noooo..."

"You lost. I won. Deal with it. Though I'm starting to think you do it on purpose." A smirk crossed his muzzle as more weak jets of seed made his friend whine.

"Wanted to try this new- rrrh- build. Obviously, it didn't work."

"You should really stop playing off-class. Or roll a new one. And trying to gank me as I login? Come on. I've gotta deposit this somewhere, you know." A bag of money materialized into his paw, and he shook it teasingly at the other player.

"Trying to farm for a sword. And of course, it works better when your mobs drop actual money, instead of items. That, and I'm lazy."

"Tell you what. We'll go to town, and indulge your spending habits a while. But, we're gonna get you some proper kit for your current class, too."

"Fiiiine." The canine huffed.

"Besides. You know if you want some of this in real life, you can just give me a call... I'd even pay for the taxi."

"I could walk. But, I might have to take you up on that offer. After this, I'm gonna logout with a damn boner."

"Sure you could walk. Out of game, at least. Right now, though..."

"Shut up. Lemme enjoy this, then."

The dragon licked his nose, forcing a sneeze. It was amusing. He'd try to gank him on login nearly once every week now. Sometimes he won. Most of the time he didn't, though. Maybe he'd have to lose on purpose next time. A turn on the bottom would be lovely, too. Maybe if his mage friend would use some utility spells to...

"God dammit, you're not getting softer doing that!"

Oh well. What was an unexpected encounter anyways? Perhaps a round two was in order. He DID win, after all...

-Fin?

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