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Everything looked so real! Iris couldn’t help but ooh and aah at everything she saw in her new virtual reality. It was LootQuest, one of those MMORPGs – a massively multiplayer online roleplaying game – but for how old it was, she was amazed at how realistic everything felt. The haptics were just about perfect. Her avatar corresponded beautifully to her motions in real life, and it was very difficult to remember that this wasn’t actually the real world. So, Iris chose not to remember. For as long as she was in-game, she’d be Lady Iris, a cunning and world-famous rogue!

She had still gone with a serval for the species of her fictional rogue-self. Not only did they get substantial bonuses for dexterity, but having that aspect of reality to anchor herself to only made the game more immersive. When she raised her arms to look at them, the pattern was almost the same as her real fur!

Iris glanced up at the sky. Even the skybox looked overwhelmingly beautiful. Someone had put months of work into getting it to look just right. She could count three layers of clouds, all moving independently with simulated atmospheric winds, and beyond them, the palest of stars just barely visible in the early “morning” light, quickly fading into nothingness.

Ahead of her, endless green hills. Vast, dense forests. Every corner of the world, filled with treasure and adventure!

Iris hoped so, at least.

It was no grand secret that LootQuest had been abandoned. Nobody really knew who maintained it these days. It had been a big deal ten years ago, and now nobody really talked about it, despite the game pulling record numbers. For whom, and why? She really had no idea, and neither did any of her friends. Obviously, someone was still running it, but the game even seemed to still be in development, with players reporting new adventures and enemies popping up.

It was possible that the company behind it had just gone radio silent rather than abandoning the project. They were based somewhere in some other country, so it was easy to never be heard from again. Ah, Iris shook her head. Thinking about real life wasn’t why she was here.

She was here to steal every last gold coin from every monster and dungeon she could find, to have a romance with… like, an elf or something. To fly an epic mount and soar through the virtual skies while discovering all of the game’s secrets. Exactly what any young woman wanted, and few could ever dream of achieving!

Well, dream of achieving in real life. Here, the rules were different, and Iris couldn’t wait to break all of them.

She took her first few steps, amazed by how she could even feel the soft, dew-clad grass under her padded paws. The next thing she noticed was that she was naked. Oh, yeah. LootQuest had some design features that she could remember the media disapproving of back in the day, to put it lightly. Every character had accurate anatomy.

The accuracy kind of excited her, to be honest. Oh, she wouldn’t ever have told anyone, as such joys weren’t appropriate for a young lady of her average social stratum, but there was just something so naughty about seeing her own breasts bounce in the nude, at least until she found some armor to cover up with. Even naughtier would be seeing the first male enemy she came across.

But it was time to get moving. She unsheathed her rusty beginner sword, and immediately moved towards a nearby bouncing slime. Of course, any proper fantasy role-playing game had to have slimes as the first enemy. They were boring, but plain enough for anyone to figure out the game with.

The slime turned towards her with a happy expression on its face just as she stabbed her sword into it. It deflated like a balloon, leaving behind a single silver coin.

Neat.

It seemed to work like any other game in the genre. Emboldened, Iris continued her journey towards a little picturesque town in the distance, framed by twin mountains on the horizon. Yet, she only had time to take a few steps before she heard a howl. A wolf, no doubt.

She spun around to face it. A wolf, wearing armor – something that could only be described as an armored bikini, and a thong too – rushed at her, barking and growling. Quickly, Iris readied her sword, and as the wolf pounced, she caught the attack with the flat of her blade. The wolf bounced off with a frustrated whine, physics notwithstanding.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t be able to deflect a wolf with a sword?” she laughed, moving in for a counterattack.

But that armor. It had to be some kind of cultural thing. Either something about animals having to cover up like humans did, or potentially, just a joke. Iris really had no earthly idea, but she swung her sword, connected, and the wolf fell over with a defeated whine. This time, Iris felt a little rush of power that she had to assume was experience points.

Indulging in her curiosity, the serval knelt down next to the wolf. The armor was indeed just as lewd as she had thought, barely covering all six pairs of nipples the wolf had. Iris shrugged; she could’ve looted the armor, but this was the absolute beginner zone, so it probably cost nothing, and it definitely didn’t fit her. And besides, she would’ve preferred something that covered more than maybe five percent of her body. The sight of bikini armor on a feral wolf stuck to her mind, though, like a portent of things to come.

She stood up again. Okay. Village. Let’s go.

It was still far away. A day’s journey, no doubt. She had heard about the introduction being very long in this game, but eh. She had done worse in so many other games. At least there didn’t seem to be any dialogue in this one, and it was a fairly soothing virtual promenade anyway. There also seemed to be an ancient, ruined temple a little further from where she was, one that she was clearly meant to investigate; probably a beginner dungeon.

Soon, she noticed a chest half-buried in the undergrowth, and being the loot goblin that she was, Iris wasted no time in approaching it. Naturally, it wouldn’t be that easy, as another howl alerted her of another attacking wolf.

Only this wolf was half her size and visibly male, with a bright red lupine cock bouncing under it with each step, evidently having been robbed of the armor it wore by someone else. For some reason, even though it was just an NPC, Iris blushed at the sight of the well-hung wolf.

That blush was exactly all it took; this wolf acted faster and more aggressively, and it lunged at the serval instantly, before she had time to block. She felt its hot breath on her neck, and then a wrenching sensation as she was pulled back from her body and into a ghost third person mode, listening to the wolf howl triumphantly.

Great. You just died to the third tutorial monster because you were too busy staring at its cock, girl. You suck, she scolded herself. Okay. How do I respawn…?

Nothing she did had any effect. Rather than letting her continue, the game seemed hell-bent on forcing her to watch as the wolf suddenly climbed on top of her “dead” body.

Wait. It’s not going to-

The wolf barked with excitement as he nudged the serval’s body into a better position, managing to leave her legs just spread enough to leave her pussy open for him.

Iris watched with morbid fascination as the wolf forced his cock into her, and began to happily rut her. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, but the animations were clearly not accidental, meaning that this was how the game was meant to go. Iris wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept of sexy defeat scenes and bad ends, but none of LootQuest’s advertisements mentioned anything about sex.

She was stuck in third person, watching some random horny wolf NPC fuck her defeated character, and the game wasn’t even letting her look away.

Worse yet, she was starting to feel oddly aroused watching the wolf plunge his eager cock into her avatar’s unresisting pussy with feral, frenzied joy. What she should be feeling was disgust, Iris told herself, but while she couldn’t feel her real life body at the moment, she knew she was already getting wet from how tingly her virtual self was. Probably leaving a stain on her chair.

What had she gotten herself into?

Iris found herself more frustrated by the fact that she wasn’t getting to feel the wolf fuck her rather than the fact that it was happening at all, which she had to admit probably made her a huge pervert. But she watched her avatar flop around like a ragdoll as the wolf hammered into her for a few more minutes, its thrusts growing faster and faster as it approached its orgasm.

Iris focused on the knot slamming against her defenseless folds. In real life, it looked like it’d never fit, but in a video game, the thought of getting something that big stuffed into her excited her.

It only took a few more thrusts for the wolf to force it into her “corpse”. With a snarl, he hilted inside her, and Iris had no choice but to watch the lupine’s balls and cock twitch as he held himself there, his whole body trembling with orgasm, and her defilement complete.

A few more seconds passed by, and Iris was starting to wonder if she’d be stuck like this forever, but then there was another lurch as her consciousness was forcibly yanked to another location: to the very beginning of the game, maybe half an hour’s walk away from where the wolf had killed her.

Naturally, Iris felt no pain or discomfort in her freshly respawned avatar. But this did tell her some new things about the game.

One: It was extremely adult and seemed to feature borderline necrophilia, and on top of that, the game forced the players to watch every graphic defeat.

Two: She suddenly understood both the popularity and the incredibly low profile the developers kept.

Three: Any sensible, modest woman would’ve deleted the application immediately after realizing points one and two.

Iris, though? She found herself intrigued by what other perversions the game might feature. She wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with the implications of it all, but she definitely was sure that she was aroused by what she had just seen; her helpless body fucked like a toy by a horny feral wolf. It was intensely degrading, of course, but to some degree it seemed like a “safe” way to enjoy whatever she had just undeniably enjoyed.

Iris’ first thought after going through her mental checklist was if she could do the same thing that the wolf had. For example, if she were to “kill” one, could she then… use it as a dildo?

That thought, somehow, made her pussy clench so hard she actually felt it through the reality-numbing effect of the virtual world, and the serval closed her eyes, silently bemoaning that she appeared to have discovered yet another fetish among many.

Ah, well. It wasn’t as if she’d actually do it, right? She was feeling more than a little tense and pent up, but she wasn’t that much of a pervert, was she?

A quick glance down between her naked legs revealed that her thighs were matted with her juices. Maybe she was that much of a pervert.

Her main priority right now was to get some armor, then check out that dungeon, and then go to the town, ideally without getting fucked by any more wild animals. She could see hippogryphs sailing through the air far ahead, and they’d undoubtedly be dangerous opponents if she ever got that far, but right now, she kept getting distracted by one question: was everything here fuckable?

She had to try it.

As she walked towards the dungeon, she killed a few more slimes, gathering the small amounts of coin that seemed to disappear from the world when she touched it, transported to her “purse” which wasn’t an actual item.

At least that’s nice, Iris thought, increasingly self-conscious about the fact that she had no pockets because she had no clothes at all. But right now, she wouldn’t be needing them anyway.

Soon enough, another male wolf attacked. This time, she was ready, blocking its lunge and striking it down with her sword in turn. The wolf collapsed with a whimper and as it somehow dropped a few coins, just like the slimes did, only with no justification whatsoever as to why a wolf would have coins on it. At least a slime might’ve absorbed them at some point.

This one was also male, as was plainly visible, and after making sure there were no other enemies nearby, Iris rather sheepishly knelt by the beast to have a closer look at his “armor” which look like little more than a black fantasy jockstrap, hiding away a plump sheath. As with the female armor, it seemed to cover very little, as evidenced by it dying from a single strike of her blade.

Iris felt incredibly weird and a little creepy about the urge to pull that garment down, but it wasn’t as if one of those wolves hadn’t just fucked her corpse. The word “weird” had lost all meaning, so she slowly tugged the whole thing off the wolf. Under it, his cock was peeking out of its sheath and-

-the underwear disappeared from Iris’ hand. Did I just pick that up? Did it go into my inventory? Why would I want a feral wolf’s musky thong?

She shook her head, and then focused on the wolf himself again, finding herself wondering if he could still get hard. The heavy sheath looked so lifelike that she couldn’t help but marvel at it, and as she gingerly reached out to touch it, it felt just like the real deal too.

It really wouldn’t be that big a deal if she played with it some more, would it? It’s not like the wolf was dead – in the real-life sense of the word – but rather just inactive, waiting to respawn.

That’s what Iris told herself. That, and if the NPCs all did it, it was okay if she did, too. It’s not like there was anyone else to see her debase herself on wolfcock. LootQuest might’ve had a big playerbase, but it certainly didn’t attract new players. How could it, when this was the first thing beginners saw?

She touched the sheath more firmly, wrapping her fingers around it, and sure enough, somehow the “dead” wolf started swelling up, hardening against her palm, which left her feeling even naughtier. Naughtier and needier. The game was clearly meant for this, but she could’ve stopped there. Should’ve stopped there. But the way she had gotten fucked earlier had lit that familiar fire in her loins, and she needed something more or she’d never be able to focus.

Iris swallowed hard, rolled the defeated wolf onto its back – leaving its cock stiffly pointing up in the air – and then straddled him. His body was still warm, and probably wouldn’t cool either. Nor would his cock soften. That’s what made the act feel so dominant, more like using a toy than a dead body. And that’s what the wolf was, a toy. Just not one meant to be used this way, but this was arguably less morbid than just killing it and taking its skin or something.

Slowly, Iris lowered herself. Her lips touched the fallen wolf’s cock. It felt exactly like a warm – no, hot – dildo, but the experience was heightened by just how kinky it felt.

“Should’ve just been a good boy- nnfh, fuck,” Iris groaned as she sank down on the lupine’s shaft. Her fingers curled up in his real-feeling fur. That was warm, too. Iris just hoped the beast wouldn’t respawn while she was riding it, and as such, she moved a little faster than she normally would have.

With the first taboo broken, though, she could really revel in the dominance of the act. Beating someone and then using them like this, reduced to just a sex toy. She clenched around the rock-hard shaft. The wolf had done the same to her, anyway. It was programmed to. Who could blame her for returning the “favor”?

She moaned. It felt so big and thick inside her. So much better than it had been while just watching it happen. The serval’s in-game muscles overrode her real life ones, meaning there was no real exhaustion as she began to properly ride the wolf, her slender but feminine hips twitching and gyrating happily as she forced the cock into herself, as deep as it’d go, all the way until she could feel his fuzzy balls pressed against her entrance. His hips twitched weakly against her, as if the NPC was still trying to fuck her but unable to do properly.

“A good boy could’ve e-enjoyed doing this, rrrh,” she growled, feeling almost as feral as the enemy the NPC was modeled after, especially feeling him desperately trying and failing to respond to what she was doing. “I hope you’re watching.”

It was a silly thought. The wolf didn’t even have eyes. It had sensors, and optimization dictated that the sensors turn off when the enemy died.

But it turned her on a lot to imagine it. Especially as she sped up her pace, bucking and grinding as she debased herself with the dead wolf’s cock. With how perfectly it seemed to fit inside her – exactly her size, stretching her only the slightest, most delicious little bit – she wondered if the game had actually been programmed intending this to happen.

Ah, smarter people could write papers about it one day. Iris only needed relief now, something to ease the scorching desire in her increasingly wet snatch. It was amazing; the game seemed to even account for wetness during sex, and once again she felt herself leaking, staining the wolf’s grey fur as she raced towards a first, forbidden climax.

Because no matter what the game was intended for, a taboo had certainly been broken when she first decided to fuck the beast.

Iris let out a stuttering, hissing moan, and her hips moved faster, in jagged little rises and falls, each leaving her strong inner walls eagerly milking the unfeeling shaft inside her, feeling every inch of the smooth shaft and even the tapered head, nudging against her cervix.

Even that felt good. Someone had deliberately programmed the game so that a cock jabbing her cervix felt good. She might’ve questioned that, if it wasn’t for how heavenly the sensation actually was. She was almost there! Almost – oh, fuck, almost-

The serval’s back arched when she came. She slammed herself down hard, hand smushing her own clit as she soaked the wolf’s belly with her lust, squirting like she rarely did in real life as the first spasm of her climax hit. No doubt she was leaving her chair wet in reality too, but right now, it was the last thing on her mind. She wanted more! More of the roaring pleasure surging through her! More! Her hips twitched and bucked in desperate, frantic little motions while her hand squeezed and kneaded her aching, throbbing clit, prolonging her orgasm for as long as she possibly could.

She was such a slut, the serval thought in the throes of pleasure, and she felt so good no matter how disgusting and slutty she was, clenching in climax around the fallen NPC’s toy cock.

But her orgasm lasted no longer than the real-life ones did, and she was left panting, fully speared on her “dildo”, and forced to confront the shame of what she had just done.

Iris barely dared to open her eyes for a few seconds, but everything felt so light and nice at the moment, with the fading tingles of pleasure along every inch of her skin, and the thrumming echoes of pleasure in her sopping cunt, still hungrily squeezing around the wolf’s shaft. But open her eyes she did, just in time to watch the NPC begin to fade from existence!

With a squeak, Iris pulled herself off. Not that she was expecting anything to happen, except for the wolf disappearing, which he did. It probably meant that he had respawned somewhere else. Would it be angry about her violating his corpse? Iris didn’t really want to find out. Even if the wolf wasn’t sapient in the slightest, it’d be such an awkward confrontation that she suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious about it despite the stunning, toe-curling climax.

Iris felt so deeply reinvigorated by her perverse indulgences. It must’ve given her some kind of buff, given how she felt faster, stronger, and healthier, even if feeling her own wetness drooling down her naked thighs was a little awkward as she approached the dungeon.

It was little more than a ziggurat aboveground. From there, long stairs led down into darkness, the passage decorated with reliefs of snakes on the walls. Of them, as Iris made her way down, she observed that one seemed to be coiled around the world itself, or at least, a globe that she took to represent the planet the game took place on.

So, the big bad guy was a snake, then. Maybe a dragon. A classic choice that nobody could really be blamed for, even if it was fairly safe. Iris felt giddy as she descended into damp, wet, and rather cold corridors. The game really did have a sense of discovery, from perversions to lore.

The serval crept through the silent corridors. There didn’t seem to be any monsters here. Only one long, foreboding hallway that led to some kind of throne room at the very end. By the time she reached it, Iris’ teeth were chattering from how cold it was, but the large open space at the end at least had some meager warmth afforded by torches that lined the walls. In the middle of it was a throne, surrounded by treasure, and on the throne sat a…

Iris squinted. A naga, probably. Certainly, the big bad’s servant. She drew her sword, desperately wishing that she had something better than the old rusty length of iron.

The naga on the throne barely reacted at first, as if he was suspended in animation, waiting years for a new challenge.

But then, his eyes snapped open, and his tongue lashed out.

“Another one to challenge the great master?” he hissed, slithering down from his throne. He was muscular for a half-snake, and looked like he could snap Iris in two. He was mostly naked bar for the same kind of revealing armor that the wolf had worn, only for the naga, it was just a few straps over his chest. It didn’t even cover his swelling cock. “It has been so long since the last time someone dared…”

The naga paused. He glanced over at a trident that he was clearly meant to pick up for the battle, but then shrugged, and briefly, his model flickered as if the game wasn’t quite sure what it should be doing next.

“I think you deserve a little treat for being so bold and daring, little adventurer!” he grinned.

That couldn’t be part of his standard greeting, could it? With every second that Iris spent here, she felt more and more intrigued. The world felt like it had developed on its own, after whatever developers once worked on it had left or gone into hiding.

“Who are you?” she demanded, raising her sword in what would hopefully register as a heroic gesture.

“I am merely a humble servant of Lord-“ the naga replied, and there was a brief moment of the audio hitching as it spoke the name. “Preparing the world for his return! And having fun with adventurers while I’m at it.”

“You’re… not sentient, are you?” she asked, a little hesitant. The naga had a distinctly sentient glint in his eyes, framed by his beautiful, burnished scales, but at the same time, a sentient being would’ve hardly been here in stasis waiting for the once-a-year newbie to stumble into his lair. There was something strange going on.

The naga disregarded her question with an indignant scoff, which surely meant that the NPC didn’t understand the question. Or maybe that the answer was obvious.

“Well then, let us test your skill. If you cannot defeat me, you may as well lay down and wait for the great master’s return!” the naga explained, and then, snapped his scaly fingers, summoning animated chains that each slithered like a smaller snake around him. He was a mage? With that body?

Iris certainly wouldn’t have guessed.

She moved in to strike him before he could command the chains, but her sword bounced off his scaly hide, doing no evident damage whatsoever.

“Oh dear, looks like you aren’t strong enough. I suppose the lesson here is that you don’t always get to win, rushing into things unprepared,” the naga laughed, and then, his animated chains struck. One wrapped around the serval’s arm; the other, around her leg, and as they both yanked at once, she fell into the naga’s cold lap.

Is he going to fuck me, too? Iris thought, already feeling an anticipatory tingle of arousal at the idea. No! Get a hold of yourself, you’re not here to get fucked by everything that moves!

“There is another lesson, too. Put on some armor, or…” the naga hissed, and then, coiling his lower body around Iris’ legs, brushed a pair of his rough fingers against her naked slit. “And a third; for free. Not every attack has to be by sword or fang.”

“Wait-“ Iris protested, but too late; she let out a yelp as the naga’s fingers suddenly thrust into her defenseless pussy. Only this time, she was still inside the body, and a roaring pleasure almost instantly engulfed her as her cunt clenched around the snake’s invading fingers.

“There you go, doesn’t that feel nice? Mhh, it’s your pleasure that counts, really. I’m a mere servant,” he hissed, his mouth so close to Iris’ ear that she could almost feel his tongue flicking through the air. “

Iris let out a stuttering groan as the naga instantly found all her most sensitive spots and pressed his fingers against them, while holding her almost sideways with her legs spread wide to make sure she couldn’t even try to stop him.

“Relax and enjoy,” he grinned. “And once you cum, I have another little treat for you, courtesy of the master.”

His palm rubbed against her clit, leaving the serval barely able to breathe with how intense the sensation was. It was too intense, especially combined with his fingers curling up to knead her g-spot somewhere deep inside, and it was like her whole lower half was composed of white-hot molten lava, limp and, well, drooling.

“How’s that? Oh, I know! Thanks for coming here without armor,” the naga smiled, and then, in a snakelike twitching motion, he dove for the serval’s modest breasts, latching onto a nipple and sucking, hard, as his fingers redoubled their efforts inside her.

Completely overwhelmed by sensation, there was nothing Iris could do. She came, and she came so hard that stars danced across her dimming vision as her virtual body surrendered fully to the snake’s caress. The pleasure was so intense that it felt like it burned her nerves out, leaving her almost numb even as he thrashed and convulsed in orgasming joy, held in place only by the naga’s lower, snake-like half. She soaked his scales – the game did in fact simulate squirting too, it seemed – and in the highest throes of passion, it was all suddenly interrupted by that tugging lurch.

Iris found herself in third person again, watching her limp body get fingered. The snake looked at her – not at her disembodied “spirit”, but her limp body – and spoke again.

“See, wasn’t that nice?” the musclebound snake grinned. “Now, I think I’ve earned myself a little bit of fun too.”

He leaned down with serpentine flexibility and dragged his tongue over the groove of Iris’ folds, taking a distinctly long moment to savor her taste quietly, plunging that forked muscle just barely inside her before pulling out and drawing in a shivering breath. Clearly, he liked what he tasted, but did he know she was there, listening, waiting to respawn? And was she going to have to watch another round of humiliating post-death sex? The answer to at least one of those questions seemed to be yes, as the naga shifted, enough so press his swelling length between Iris’ thighs without ever letting her now helpless body fall from his coils.

“I know you can’t feel this, but I bet it turns you on,” he added. And then, he thrust into her body’s soaking wet pussy. Just like the wolf had earlier, he fucked her like a toy. Again, the serval felt herself clench so hard that it echoed even through the numbing VR.

She was, in very little time, forced to confront the fact that she really, really liked being nonconsensually violated. It disgusted her, and it turned her on so much to see her unconscious body bounced in the naga’s coils, her pussy utterly helpless to do anything but limply let the snake take her, just as hard as he wanted. She found herself gasping at the sight and the imagined sensation even if all sensory feedback had been cut since she died, leaving only the post-orgasmic tingles.

The naga wasn’t even disrespectful. Yes, he fucked her hard, but it took great care not to damage her body, and angled himself so that the disembodied and paralyzed Iris would have the best view of how she was used. Somehow, the developers had managed to turn the obedient servant of the big bad guy into a service top that utilized the game’s mechanics to their fullest.

“Rrf. Almost there. You’re going to come back when you want more, aren’t you?” he hissed, hammering into Iris’ body at an almost mechanical pace, a steady rhythm that never faltered before he was pushed over the edge.

Again, Iris floated there, watching as someone’s cock swelled inside her, and then throbbed several times in rapid succession, flooding her discarded body with warm, thick cum. And again, she found it so incredibly perverted that watching it left her a dripping mess. She only wished that she could’ve felt it, each sweet throb and each heavy rope of seed that erupted into her. It had to feel fantastic.

Certainly, it looked like it felt good to the naga, too. He grunted and groaned, hissing as he forced his cock impossibly deep into Iris’ body, probably gushing the last few drops of his cum directly into her womb. The serval could see her belly bloating from the sheer volume pumped into her.

“Mm. Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” the naga grinned. “Oh, you’re going to love this next part.”

He uncoiled his body, and Iris watched her used body crumple onto the floor as the naga’s cock slipped out. Cum gushed out of her loose hole, the naga smiled at her, and-

-and poof. This time the sensation of the world pulling her through the nether to wherever she’d respawn was so strong it nearly made her retch. It wouldn’t actually let her get nauseous, but it was close; she was whisked away to an endless starfield, and in between the most beautiful graphics the game had to offer, the title finally appeared; LootQuest!

Yeah. So, I was supposed to die. Can’t imagine that was how it was meant to happen, though, Iris thought, before bursting out into laughter. There was some kind of dark comedy to it all; cumming so hard that she literally died, because of game mechanics that someone surely had intended but never mentioned to the rest of the company, so they’d actually be released to the public.

It was beautiful in all its perverted absurdity. No wonder, really no wonder that the game had disappeared the way it did. The current version was probably running on some dusty, smelly old server in a lead developer’s basement halfway across the world, as his semi-private passion project – in multiple literal meanings of the world. And Iris was here for it. She hadn’t planned on her foray into LootQuest being this kind of adventure, but she wasn’t going to back down from a challenge.

Oh no, she’d fuck her way from the lowliest wolf to the mightiest dragon overlord if she had to, but she would absolutely beat this game.

The credits, which were rolling before her eyes as she was caught in the grip of amusement at the turn things had taken, all seemed corrupted. She couldn’t make out a single name, and they kept scrolling until she was itching to continue. The game had been a million, if not billion-dollar project, it seemed.

And now it was barely anything. That made it more interesting, the same way a dead mall was more interesting than a functional one, and that curtained-off section of the video rental store was more interesting than the one you were actually allowed in, as a kid.

Finally, the credits ended. One final message flashed across Iris’ eyes: “You seem like you could use some assistance,” it read, and the serval couldn’t help but feel a little wounded. “We have summoned a player mentor to help you deal that dastardly naga!”

Ah. That made some measure of sense. It was another tutorial, this time on the game’s social aspects. Iris blinked and found herself in the middle of a very strange place. Well, officially speaking, it was probably the town, but it was so full of people that the diminutive rogue could barely see anything, except a bell tower in one direction, and a… body market, right next to her.

Someone was selling dead NPCs, probably so players could use them. The absurdity of the sight of wolves, kobolds, even hippogryphs all lined up and presented as sex dolls made Iris snort. There really was no end to just how horny people got if not under constant surveillance, was there?

She felt a finger tap her shoulder and spun around, facing a wolf almost twice her height, dressed in only the world’s skimpiest, but very adorned thong that left his entire sheath more noticeable than not wearing anything at all. Well, to be fair, he did also wear a pair of shoulderpads with spikes on them, probably meaning that he was barbarian, if Iris knew her stereotypes.

And she was still buck naked.

“Hey!” the wolf exclaimed, his voice a pleasant bassy rumble. “Are you actually new? Usually we just get alts.”

“Uh. Why would someone who isn’t actually new pretend to be?” Iris asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Well, to get freebies, mostly, I think,” the wolf pondered aloud.

“I’m new. Really. Just put on the headset this… afternoon, I think?” Iris replied. It was hard to keep track of time. It had to be almost night in real life. Night, or at least evening.

“Okay, right, I trust you. So, the game. Did you lose the fight to the naga yet?” the wolf asked, baring a row of sharp, pearly fangs. “That’s basically the point.”

“Yeah, then it spawned me here, but like, why is everything so horny, and where on earth do I get armor?” the serval asked with exasperation in her voice.

“Did you pick up any coins when you killed enemies?” the wolf asked.

Iris dug into her invisible purse and produce a handful of coins in various shades of silver.

“Great, now you throw those out because they’re worthless ever since the devs left,” Adrian guffawed, nearly doubling over as he saw just how grumpy and frustrated the spotty cat looked at that revelation. “All the player business is done in disenchanted bikini armor and bodily fluids.”

And then he laughed even harder at how Iris looked at that.

“No, I mean, I’m serious,” he wheezed. “You notice how some enemies have really horny armor on them? Like my +10 thong of rage? You loot those and disenchant them, and that’s how you buy things like armor. Or you can harvest cum from rare enemies like dragons if that’s more your speed.”

So that was why she had accidentally picked up the wolf-thong that was still taking up space in her backpack. “Okay, but-“

“-but why is LootQuest like that? You’re asking a dumb horny barbarian, remember,” the wolf grinned. “But no, nobody knows. One day the devs abandoned it, and it quickly turned to… this. We’re not totally sure when the NPCs began fucking you if you lost, or when we, ah, did you try any of the ones in the newbie zone yet?”

Iris glanced down at her naked feet. It had felt amazing in the moment but talking to another person about it still felt incredibly awkward. “…yes,” she squeaked.

“That’s the spirit,” Adrian laughed, slapping her on the back so hard it nearly sent the petite rogue toppling over. “Now let’s get you some armor, and then let’s go fuck up a naga. Or just fuck him, if you’d prefer. Ya know, you can fondle them for attacks too. Usually better than the newbie weapons.”

“I think I’ll, uh, pass for now,” Iris hesitated. She had the hardest of time imagining grabbing someone’s cock to “kill” them, but at the same time, she had just been fingered to death earlier, so maybe the reasonable thing to do was to just cast all real life sensibilities aside.

“Really, the whole game’s so much more fun if you do that. It’s not like any of the enemies are real,” Adrian countered.

Iris has no real answer to that, and she could still feel that initial wolf’s cock inside her. And she could do that to any of the countless randomly generated NPCs and enemies the game had, these days? It was more than a little fascinating.

Either way, the wolf escorted her back to that beginner dungeon. Enemies didn’t dare to come near them at all, instead running away at the sight of the overleveled barbarian.

“Man, I remember when I was new to this,” Adrian chuckled. “This dungeon was actually scary.”

“Did he kill you?” Iris asked, as they walked own those cold, slipper steps together.

“It’s scripted. He kills everyone. Though initially he’d use the chains and trident, nowadays he, um…”

“Fingers, yeah, I got that,” Iris chuckled a little. “So, did the devs deliberately update the game to make it hornier?”

They turned into the long, long corridor that led to the naga boss.

“I don’t think so, honestly. I think it’s corruption. The servers this game is on are old as dirt. Older than dirt, actually,” the wolf replied. “So, the characters just start acting a little odd over time.”

“Right. So, what’s actually supposed to happen here?” Iris asked.

“If I remember right, he spawns, talks about how you’re not going to prevent his master’s reappearance – weird, I can’t remember the name – and then he kills you, and you go to town and get a player or NPC helper and go back, and that’s the end of the tutorial,” Adrian explained, with the two pausing just outside the throne room. “It’s basically the same, except it gets horny now.”

“Okay, shall we?” Iris asked.

“Ladies first,” Grinned the wolf.

“Another one to challenge the great master?” the naga once again hissed as they approached him, and he slithered down from his throne just as he had before. “It has been so long since the last time someone dared…”

The naga paused. He looked at Iris and Adrian, and there was an odd glint in his serpentine eyes. Something almost like recognition, but-

His model flickered again. Like a malfunctioning monitor.

“Oh, it’s you again!” he laughed. “Back so soon! I can’t imagine you liked my fingers that much. I bet you’re going to indulge all those urges on me, this time. You and that big barbarian.”

“Is that supposed to happen?” Iris whispered

“He’s supposed to remember you but not with this level of detail, that’s what makes it weird, but fun,” Adrian replied in a hushed tone. “Go on, try rubbing his cock.”

“He’s just going to kill me again if I get that close,” Iris scoffed. “I still have no damned armor.”

“Oh, right. Let me help with that,” the wolf grinned. Then, he let out a howl loud enough to echo through the dungeon, and the naga stopped moving, frozen in place. Evidently, it was some kind of war cry that left his enemies paralyzed with fear.

The naga smiled as Iris dashed closer, despite the “fear” that he was feeling – obviously having gone through the entire sequence of events many, many times – but smile as he might, he still couldn’t move

Now, with the snake unable to do anything, Iris couldn’t help but admire him. His perfect, muscular body, covered in scales so shiny they were almost iridescent in the torchlight. The hypnotic gaze of his slitted eyes, the ornamental but hardly covering armor, and of course: his rather big, beautiful cock, that Iris had only a few hours ago – or however long it had been – felt inside herself.

She glanced back at Adrian.

“Go for it,” he emphasized with a wide grin.

Frankly, Iris wanted to. She wanted at least a little payback for getting killed and used earlier, even if it had been a huge turn-on somehow. That, and there was no denying that the naga was attractive, even though he was evidently a bad guy. Slowly, Iris reached out, until her spotty fingers brushed over the hard and slick surface of the naga’s cock. The snake shuddered despite his “paralysis”, and his cock twitched against the serval’s palm.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. In for a penny, in for a pound. All those things they said were what Iris also told herself as she began stroking the great naga at a slow but steady pace. If the idea was what it had felt like when done to her – overloading her mind with pleasure – then keeping the snake on edge for a little while should have a much stronger effect, right?

She couldn’t help but grin as she heard the naga’s breath quicken, with her grasp tightening around his pulsing shaft ever so slightly. But what really got to her was the rush of dominance, in a way that she had never felt before. The snake was entirely at her mercy. And he would be her toy, if she wanted him to. It was intoxicating, a heady high of power that she couldn’t tell whether it was part of the game, or just suppressed perversions of her own that could now grow and swell, unrestrained by reality.

She stroked a little harder, and a finger on her other hand slipped into the naga’s slit, exploring around the very base of his cock. He gave a hiss of pleasure, perhaps against his will. Iris certainly hoped it was against his will, because imagining it turned her on even more. Iris kept caressing the defenseless naga, who’s breathing quickly grew ragged, precum soaking the serval’s hands. She could barely believe how much detail they’d put into the game, even now; the fact that her fur got visibly wet and sticky as his cock drooled into it.

But her focus was on the snake. Though he had killed her, he had never been mean about it, and he was just following her programming.

Iris shook her head as she realized she was thinking about the NPC as a real person. No, no matter how convincing he was, he couldn’t be real. Sapient enemies didn’t suddenly develop in abandoned video games. There was no emergent process for that, and no capacity on their servers.

Suddenly the naga moved, the paralysis wearing off. He grasped one of the serval’s hands and forced it off his cock. She heard Adrian bark something behind her, but rather than give up or rely on him to help her, she opened her mouth and engulfed the naga’s cock in it, wrapping her lips around him tightly and sucking. The snake hissed with pleasure again, as his whole body stiffened.

Yes, come on, cum for me, Iris thought as she felt her enemy’s quickly weakening and trembling fingers try to pry her off his twitching shaft, but to no avail. He was already on edge, and with his grip loosening, Iris managed to stuff a pair of fingers deep into his slit again, caressing the very base of his cock. That was all it took, and the naga came. He let out a strangled cry of pleasure – collapsing backwards against his throne and pulling her along with him. He throbbed hard in the warm, wet comforts of Iris’ mouth, and her tongue was instantly coated with plentiful thick, warm cum. Just as much as he had pumped into her womb earlier.

She swallowed, eagerly, continuing to lash her tongue over the naga’s twitching cockhead to prolong and intensify his climax as much as possible, to really overload his senses just as he had done to her. The struggling naga tried to pry her off, but with his limbs weakened by the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm, he had no success, managing only to coil his tail around Iris as he came, and came, and came, thrashing and squirming until he suddenly went limp and slumped down onto the ground.

Was that it? Is he dead?

His cock ceased throbbing. Iris didn’t move, not for several breathless seconds. The naga didn’t move either, nor did he seem to breathe, which had to mean that Iris had successfully beaten her first opponent using… well, “fondling” – though in her case it had gotten a fair bit more intimate.

He laid there with a blissful smile on his face, as dead as a virtual character would ever be, while Iris still held his cock in her mouth for a little longer. In one instant, the naga had changed from a dangerous enemy to just another toy for her to enjoy and do what she wanted with.

Not that she was going to, not this time. It was too awkward with her wolf mentor watching – and her pussy still ached from her recent orgasms, which had well and truly taken the edge off – but now that she knew how to defeat the naga, she figured she might return here later to really give him some payback.

But she lingered for a few sweet seconds, enjoying the taste of the naga’s cum in her mouth and gently toying with his hard cock with her tongue, before reluctantly letting go and licking her lips, letting a few remaining drops of cum fall from her mouth and onto the naga’s scales.

The naga laid defeated and used, covered in a mess of mostly Iris’ making. Her barbarian “mentor” looked at her with amusement but didn’t make any kind of comment. No doubt he had enjoyed the game’s strange, twisted pleasures himself, most likely more than a few times.

“I never really thought I’d kill someone with a blowjob,” she giggled, feeling a little drunk off the experience gain and the sexiness of it all.

“Hey, no shame in that, I’ve done it too,” Adrian grinned. “You know, needs must. And who cares in a virtual world anyway.”

For a moment, they looked at each other. It was one of those bonding moments, really, and in that instant Iris knew that she’d be adventuring with Adrian again, at least eventually. But then, the wolf gestured at her fallen foe. “Don’t forget your loot,” he smiled.

Behind the naga was a chest. Gingerly, and with her legs still shaky from her most recent orgasm, Iris approached it and swung the lid open. Inside was her prize for completing the game’s “tutorial”; a sword without any rust, and…

…Iris plucked out the most scandalously useless piece of armor she had ever seen in a video game for the wolf to see. Yes, Adrian himself was wearing some sort of “battle thong” and a harness that did nothing, but hers was even less than that. Or at least it felt like it as she looked at the armored bikini.

“Is this really all the armor I’m getting?” she asked.

“Yep. And that’s not even part of the corruption, that’s how they designed the game. And it’s hilarious! Hilarious and sexy,” Adrian laughed. “But I mean, it’s effective too.”

“Effective?”

“Yeah because, well, you saw how effective turning on your opponents is with Mr. Nameless Naga there, right? So, in other words, if your appearance already turns them on, it’s a strong start,” he smiled as he explained.

Iris sighed, but she knew that Adrian had a point, and while she liked feeling horny, it’d at least be refreshing to not have to feel her juices drool down her legs every time she had some fun in this world. She slipped on the thong – it fit her so well there had to be some kind of programming magic to it – and then hooked the top over her breasts, where it just barely covered half of them.

Ah well, it was the way of the world, she supposed. The world where even wolves wore sexy bikinis, and where it was perfectly acceptable to use your opponent’s dead body as a toy. She’d get used to it.

Eventually.