FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This is not technically an original story of mine, it is just something of a passion project I have already written a while back, but I always felt was a bit rushed. So, this time around I have been taking my time an trying to flesh things out a little more. I am still in the process of expanding this story. Currently what I have completed is already at least 6k words longer than the original series and I still have another three or four chapters to work through. I would recommend reading the original series before this one so you can see just how much has changed, but it isn't really required as it is technically the same story.

You can find the original SotF series here: Original SotF series

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All Becca needed was a brief four-hour power nap, followed by a quick early morning breakfast and a hot shower soon after, before she was ready to log back in to SotF. Though the shower probably could have been skipped as the hot stinging quickly reminded her of the numerous scratches she had all over, thanks to Razor. When Becca eventually loaded back into SotF, she more than expected to see her avatar still sporting the scratches and marks she had received from her previous match, but they were nowhere to be seen. When she brushed her fingers down over Shayde’s hips, there was no trace of the marks Razor had left on her. Even her clothing had been restored, which was a relief as it meant she wouldn’t have to continually purchase replacements after every match. Though it did offer the possibility of trying out different outfits in the future as well if it meant she wouldn’t have to continually replace them either.

“Player damage resets after each match” Sarge offered when he suddenly appeared out of thin air before Shayde and found her touching herself. “We can’t have our players looking all banged up at the start of the match, now, can we?” the old wolf smirked and gave her another firm pat on the shoulder. This time, she didn’t crumple beneath the blow, instead Shayde simply stood her ground and grinned defiantly back at Sarge. “Now you’re getting it” he remarked with an approving smile. “Ready for your next match, cadet?” he asked next, with a questioning look. Becca couldn’t help but think of his look as being somewhat reminiscent of her aunt’s dog cocking his head to the side with ears perked whenever she used certain words around him, giving him a very quizzical look. Though on Sarge it wasn’t quite as cute as it was on an actual dog.

“Heck yeah, I’m ready to win another match, let me at ‘em!” Shayde replied as she punched the air in front of her a couple times and dodged imaginary blows from an invisible opponent. For a brief moment she even surprised herself with the speed and power of her punches, stopping dead on the spot as she stared in wonderment at her clawed hands.

“You got lucky your first round, kitten” Sarge grumbled, suddenly becoming more serious. “Don’t expect for things to always go your way. Some days you’re the windshield, other days you’re the insect” he stated in a surprisingly fatherly tone.

“Alright, alright. I get it, don’t get too cocky…” the black-on-black snow leopardess replied, to which Sarge raised a hand and tapped a finger to his nose, before he turned and once again led her down to the launch pads in the center of the amphitheater. Becca noticed that even though Shayde didn’t look physically hurt, she could still faintly feel the scratches and claw marks. It was a faint, persistent ache, but when she tried to focus on it, it slipped away like a dream after waking. She could only barely just feel the edges of it. While Shayde might no longer display the damage left behind by Razor, Becca could still feel the red marks left behind on her pale skin back in the real world.

Again, as they headed down toward the transport hub, they passed by dozens more new faces and species. Becca tried not to stare, but the large and very scantily clad purple dragoness with golden belly scales was hard to ignore. She rivaled the mammoth Becca had seen the previous day, for a brief moment Becca wondered what it would feel like to be smothered between her impressive melons as they looked so soft and inviting. Clearly the dragoness was used to people thinking or even suggesting such things, at least judging by the knowing smile and wink she offered the smaller staring feline. Becca could feel the heat of her blush, no doubt her blush would also be visible through even the darkest spots of her fur as well.

“Your first match was to get you used to fighting other people” Sarge began to explain as they walked. “This time around, we’re throwing in the environment as well” the old wolf continued on. “There won’t be any hostile AI yet, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still get eliminated from things other than your opponents. As you well know, after that cute little stunt you pulled with that unstable building and the crocodile” Sarge relayed. Shayde couldn’t help but notice that the old wolf sounded oddly proud of her for beating the croc like she had, however.

“Was that a compliment, Sarge?” Shayde asked with a grin as she got up on one of the launch pads and stared down at him.

“As close as you’ll ever get to one, kid” the old wolf replied, forcing himself to look stern faced again as he watched her get in position. They really had gone all out on this AI, they managed to even make Sarge look and act almost embarrassed, as if he was really capable of feeling such emotions. It was almost endearing in a way, but also a little creepy. If the companion AI was this well crafted, Becca wondered what the combatant AI in the matches would be like. Would she even be able to tell the difference between a person and an AI in the heat of battle?

“You big softy, you” she replied teasingly. It was rather odd seeing the old wolf squirm and look visibly uncomfortable, but Shayde couldn’t help but find it somewhat cute and mildly entertaining.

“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, but that’s your opponent’s job” Sarge shot back, just as the light intensified around Becca, before she was suddenly transferred to the staging area. Just in time to cut off any further retort she might have been able to muster, which she could easily have done, considering she could now beat Sarge in the training rooms.

Perhaps when she got back from her match, she might just do that, go a few rounds with the old wolf again and make him eat his words…among other things…

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Cadet Match 2

Once more Becca was faced with the staging area, the display indicated that she was the last player to join this time. Briefly she wondered if she would ever get used to the strange, detached feeling of this black void, it was a persistent almost numbness, in which she couldn’t feel her own body. She was just a detached consciousness, floating in a void and unable to move. Without hesitation, she imagined her head nodding, just as she had the first time in order to press the floating green ready button. With an audible beep, it turned red and the ten second countdown to launch appeared again.

Something else she wondered if she would ever get used to, was being dropped from up high, down into the arena. The way her stomach always felt like it rocketed up into her throat for the second or two it took for her to land down on the ground, in the classic “Superhero Landing” pose. As before, she briefly managed to spot the three other players when they dropped in along with her. This time they were all relatively close, perhaps to aid in getting the fighting started quicker? She wasn’t sure, but it did seem like every little thing in this game was meticulously thought out and had a reason for being done the way they were.

The second arena Shayde was dropped into looked more like what she had expected the first time around, a fully textured and sensory enabled area which resembled a lush green tropical jungle. It was a little over double the size of the first arena this time, but still not as grand or expansive as the championship match arena had been. Though with only four players in the match, it could still take some time before they all found one another and a victor eventually emerged, even if they had been dropped so close together with how dense the jungle was. The ebony furred feline noticed there were new smells and sensations here too, a slight coolness in the shade of the large trees she found herself surrounded by. She could also smell the earthiness of the damp undergrowth, as well as the sweetness of the brightly coloured flowers. Even though Sarge had confirmed there would be no hostile AI in this match, apparently that didn’t include non-hostile AI, such as small birds or other animals. The jungle was teeming with wildlife, adding a constant barrage of sounds and movement at the corners of her eye, which was all very distracting.

She hadn’t counted on this level of detail for an arena and soon came to realize it would make spotting her enemies that much harder. Then again, this was meant to teach them how to play the game using their innate species abilities, so now would be a good time for her to learn how to filter out all the noises and sounds to track her real prey. The more Shayde looked around the jungle however, the more she noticed it wasn’t quite as realistic as she had first thought. Sure, at a glance it looked like a normal jungle, but on closer inspection, she noticed obvious game assisting adjustments. Such as the tree branches, which intertwined high up above and could probably be used to sneak across the canopy if one so wished. Or a cluster of trees which just so happened to be grouped together to create the perfect hiding spot to set up an ambush. Most noticeable was the abundance of shadows and dark spaces, compared to the first arena, this one had ample places which would work in her favor.

As Shayde had seen roughly where the other contestants had dropped, she already knew basically which direction to go in. If she recalled correctly, the closest player she had seen was not too far off to her right, which was the direction she began heading towards. She hadn’t really used it before, but now she tried sniffing the air, like she had seen the other players do. To her surprise, she was almost bombarded with a variety of scents. Some were subtle, while others were sharp and loud, but there were others which didn’t seem to fit in with the natural smells around her. Just as she had seen Razor do prior to their fight, Shayde turned her head side to side and noticed there was a definite direction in which the unusual scent was stronger. Considering she was feline, she wondered if someone like Grimm would have a keener sense of smell, seeing as he was a canine. Logically this would mean he should be able to track his opponents from further away like this than she would be able to. On the flip side, being a feline, she should have naturally better eyesight in darker settings, each species would have their strengths and weaknesses as well.

Becca couldn’t help but feel like she really was Shayde, moving from shadow to shadow, cast down from the dense forest canopy above, it all just felt surprisingly natural and easy for her. She didn’t know if it was her, or simply an automatic function of her avatars species which made her move so quietly through the thick undergrowth. The scent was getting stronger with every step, it was hard to explain, as if the natural forest scents were more rounded, but the one she was tracking felt almost sharp and unnatural. Like the difference between smelling fresh cut grass, compared to a pungent chemical odor, they were two very distinct experiences.

Becca had obviously gotten too lost in becoming Shayde that she got careless, a loud crack sounded out like a gunshot in the by comparison, silent forest. She hadn’t been looking where she was going when her foot landed on a thick dry stick, which cracked uncomfortably loud. Shayde cursed herself on being so reckless and making such a stupid mistake, especially while being so close to her prey, she only hoped no one else had heard the sound. The black-on-black snow leopardess stood perfectly still, her ears swiveled as she listened out for any indication someone had heard her and was now on their way toward her position, but after a few tense moments of hearing nothing, except for her heart beating heavily in her chest, she knew luck was still on her side. This time when she set off again, Shayde carefully and slowly made her way through the thick underbrush, taking extra care to make sure she didn’t step on any dry branches from then on. It didn’t take long for her to find a small stream to follow, while she searched for her first target. Though she knew it didn’t actually make sense to follow a stream, especially in a match, Shayde was counting on the natural human instincts of her competitors to do so as well and make it easier for her to find them.

After only a few minutes of searching, Shayde spotted movement through the tree line. The shape was too large to be any of the non-hostile AI’s she had seen so far, so it could only have been another player. Sure enough, as she moved in closer to get a better look, she saw what looked like a large canine who was moving swiftly to the left, heading further away from her. Not wanting to give away her position, but also not wanting to let him escape, Shayde picked up a small rock from the ground and hefted it in her palm to gauge its weight. Having estimated the weight of the rock compared to her strength, Shayde fairly accurately tossed it a few feet behind where the canine was running. He instantly stopped and she could see his ears perk up while looking back the direction he’d just come.

As he scanned the area for the source of the sound, Shayde got a better look at him. At first, she had thought he was another wolf, like Grimm. But that wasn’t the case, his arms were too long and his legs were digitigrade, instead of human like. His muzzle looked narrower, but also misshapen somehow. Perhaps it was the absurd number of jagged teeth he seemed to have. His coat was a shaggy, off white and dirty grey in some spots, like he had been sleeping on the ground for weeks. His eyes were the most unnerving of all, they looked almost completely bright yellow, but she could see that wasn’t actually the case. His pupils were just narrowed down to thin black slits, which struck her as odd. If their characters eyes worked the same way in the game as they would in nature, looking at the strange white canine’s eyes, he surely must have been nearly blind with how small his pupils were in the shadows of the tree canopy above.

Not that it mattered, Shayde watched as he raised his snout into the air and with barely a sniff or two, his head immediately snapped in her direction. What this canine lacked in eyesight, he seemed to more than make up for in his sense of smell, which confirmed her earlier suspicions about the different species abilities. She could see his lips curling into a vicious snarl, as long slimy strands of drool began to drop from his jaws. The disgusting sight briefly reminded her of her aunt’s mastiff and how he drooled like that right before dinner. Only, she was now dinner…

“Shit…” Shayde hissed as the shaggy wolf creature began stalking closer, allowing her to see the darker grey patches weren’t dirty, but more what looked to be tribal markings. She remembered reading something about a similar creature in her ancient history classes. What was it called again, a Windi…no, a Wendigo? When she looked back to where he had been standing only a moment ago, the Wendigo was no longer there. The forest was silent, as if she had simply imagined the entire thing.

“Kitty…” a broken and mangled voice spoke from right beside her, sounding almost like he was trying to talk with a throat full of water. Shayde yelped and jumped aside, as she scrambled back through the dirt and leaves while she looked up into the terrifying visage before her. His face looked…wrong, like it had been ripped off and then stitched back on by another person with even worse eyesight than the Wendigo. His scent was overpowering as well from this distance, it burned her nose and lungs enough to bring tears to her eyes and cause a coughing fit. Shayde realized that she might have somehow gotten the impression that all the player avatars were sexy or interesting, she had never considered they could be…well, this terrifying.

Even his hand looked misshapen and mangled, his fingers were long and twisted as he reached out for her. His knuckles looked obscenely large, but then she realized it was because his fingers were so skinny, like a long dead person’s hand, only these fingers ended in cracked yellowing claws. She wanted to move, to scream, to do anything to escape her situation, but Shayde was frozen in place. Even when one of his jagged claws scratched along her cheek and made her wince, her legs still refused to obey her mind and just move!

He reached out for her again, with more intent this time, at which Shayde closed her eyes and awaited her inevitable demise. But nothing happened, aside from a sudden rush of wind which made her hair flick and flutter. Cautiously the ebony furred feline opened her left eye and peeked out between the narrow slit of her eyelids, only to find the Wendigo was no longer there. Then she heard it, the crashing and thrashing through the bushes and trees, as two blurred objects dashed around and at one another, like a scene out of an anime where two super-fast fighters were engaged in battle and barely visible. The white shape must have been the Wendigo, but there was a familiar golden blur as well. At first, Shayde thought it must be the same cheetah she saw during the championship match, but then this was a cadet match, so surely it must have been someone new. Sure enough, when the golden blur stopped moving for long enough, it was indeed a very different cheetah.

This one had long brown hair, done up in a single ponytail. She was dressed in green and white spandex, almost looking like she was ready to join an aerobics class. Shayde knew better though, she would know that outfit anywhere, it was classic Sonya Blade from that ancient arcade fighting game. Just like the character she was dressed as; the cheetah knew how to handle herself as well. She could easily match the Wendigo’s speed, but when it came to close quarters combat, she had the definite edge. Soon the forest was filled with the sound of pained howls as the cheetah began dismantling the large, misshapen canine. Shayde swore she heard bones crack at one point, wondering how that would feel for his player after the match in the real world, but definitely not wanting to find out herself. As their fight raged on, the Wendigo and cheetah began to move further away from where Shayde was still crouching behind the fallen log. She was about to follow them and watch the fight, but a strange, yet familiar scent suddenly caught her attention.

Without thinking, Shayde dived to one side, just before the fallen trunk beside her exploded into a shower of splinters and debris. She immediately whirled around and was met by the evil sneer of Razor, the large crocodile she had eliminated in her first match. This time she knew he was faster than he looked, so she was prepared when he immediately lunged at her. Borrowing a trick from Zorrana, Shayde did a backwards flip and flicked her feet up, catching Razor under his chin and snapped his head back. Unlike the lion however, her kick had little to no impact on her scaled opponent who remained standing right where he was, the only difference being the annoyed glare in his eyes.

“Cute…” the crocodile said before he growled his deep rumbling growl, deep enough that Shayde’s insides felt like she was laying across a large bass speaker thumping at full volume. It was enough to throw her off her game for long enough that Razor could make his move; he closed the distance between them in an instant and was already swinging his large closed fist back toward the side of her head. This time she was caught by surprise, when he backhanded her hard enough that she swore she felt her teeth rattle in her jaw. The hit was hard enough to lift Shayde off her feet and send her flying back a few steps, only to come crashing down hard on the ground.

Razor remembered how quick she was as well and didn’t give her a chance to recover, the large croc quickly grabbed Shayde by the throat and lifted her feet off the ground, all while he grinned menacingly at the smaller ebony furred feline, easily ignoring her claws trying to scratch at his wrist in order for him to release his grip at her throat. With a sigh of almost disappointment at having caught her so easily, Razor suddenly slammed his free fist squarely into her stomach, before dropping his captive to the ground. Even though she knew she didn’t technically need air in these arenas, the mind is a powerful thing and Shayde felt like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. She couldn’t stop from gasping for air as she crawled pathetically on all fours along the forest floor

“Eliminate me, will you?” Razor suddenly roared down at her, warm spittle flew from his jaws and spattered across her face, making her wince as her ears rang with the volume of his shouting. More pain flared in her side, as he kicked her in the ribs. Shayde rolled like a ragdoll through the dirt and leaves, coming to a stop only when she slammed into the trunk of a large tree. She knew she had to get out of there, she already knew she wasn’t a match for his strength, especially in the state she was in. Even more so that she didn’t have another building handy to collapse down on top of him this time either. It didn’t really matter though; she never really had a chance anyway. Razor’s large hand grabbed the side of her head to lift her off the ground again, only to slam her face into the rough bark of the tree trunk; where he finally succeeded in making her cry out. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the worst of it for Shayde however, she soon felt his large luminous green, ridged member begin to rub against her inner thighs as he tried to angle himself into her. She hadn’t realized her clothing had been torn away by his assault, she could see tatters of the dark material still clinging to roots and low branches back along the path she had been beaten down. Even though she knew it was hopeless, the black-on-black snow leopardess still tried weakly to fight back, but her resistance was just met with another slam of her head into the tree trunk. Shayde saw stars and felt dizzy, along with another flare of pain. Briefly she wondered if that it was this painful now with reduced sensor values, she would hate to piss Razor off in real life and feel the full force of his anger.

Shayde was rudely introduced to the duality of the tournament; parts of her body were in absolute agony from being beaten so thoroughly by Razor. But as his thick ridged length finally found her opening and roughly sunk deeply within her, a sick sort of pleasure joined the mix as well. The behemoth of a crocodile quickly started to roughly fuck his smaller captive up against the tree, sinking every inch of his vicious shaft into her tight pussy. Just as his ridges raked against her delicate insides, so too would the rough bark of the tree add new scratches to her back and shoulders while Razor ravaged her roughly against its unyielding form. She knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, especially after the roughing up she had just received, but already she felt her climax building as the heightened pleasure sensors did their job. Even when she tried to scratch at Razor’s arms and shoulders, even his chest, she found his scales acted like natural body armor and easily resisted her attempts to injure him. This must be his species natural ability, natural armor that claws and teeth wouldn’t be able to pierce. At the very least she would need a knife or something larger than her claws to do any real damage to the crocodile.

“Don’t cum too quick, bitch. I want to enjoy thissss…” Razor rasped into her ear before his strong jaws clamped down onto her shoulder and a fresh surge of pain flared in her. Now that she was being held in place by his bite at her shoulder, the crocodile’s hands were free to maul and molest her body. Just as he had the first time, Razor began leaving painful scratches and claw marks all over Shayde’s body as he gripped and twisted her in uncomfortable positions. Even when he turned her about and bit back down on her other shoulder, just before he withdrew his length from her cunt and instead sheathed it beneath her tail. He clearly loved the sounds of her screams when he did that, she could feel that damned rumbling growl of his, loud enough it felt like he might separate her joints from the vibrations alone. Shayde couldn’t help but wince and cry out with every thrust of his ridged cock under her tail, every fucking ridge plucked and stretched her tail hole when it tugged back out, or forced its way back inside her. She knew it should hurt, that she should hate it, but the games coding was just too good and soon she couldn’t stop from panting with growing need. She was undoubtedly and undeniably getting turned on by all of this, worst of all was that Razor could tell as well.

“I must be more fucked up than I thought” Becca briefly mused to herself. With her being painfully ground against the rough bark of the tree, her sensitive nipples were also being scratched to hell in the process, all while the crocodile ravaged her backdoor with his cuntbreaker of a cock. Becca kept telling herself it was just the game that made it feel this good, that there was nothing wrong with her. She wanted to believe it, so she chanted it like a mantra in her mind while she tried to fight off her growing impending climax, but it was pointless. The rhythmic slap of Razor’s hips against her buttocks as he worked himself in and out of her, over and over again relentlessly, along with being pinned in place helplessly, it was all too much for the ebony furred feline. She had lost and there was no coming back from it now, with a sudden cry of bliss, Shayde began to twitch and buck against Razor. Her climax hit hard; her claws scratched deep furrows into the tree before her as she bucked and writhed between the tree trunk and the oppressive form of the crocodile behind her. Then she heard it, the buzzer sounded high above them and suddenly she was engulfed by a bright light before being teleported back into the disembodied staging area.

This time, instead of the usual countdown and ready options, Becca was met with the message “You have been eliminated. Enable spectator function?” with yes and no buttons beneath. She didn’t need to read the text to know she had been eliminated however, but one thing she wasn’t expecting, was for all sensations to fade so quickly. Her pain and pleasure were suddenly gone, as if she had just been dreaming them and was suddenly wide awake. She hadn’t bargained on being eliminated so easily or so quickly this time, so Becca wasn’t in a rush to log out this morning. As such, she decided to choose to spectate the remainder of the match, it would give her an opportunity to learn more about her opponents at the very least, or so she told herself was the reason. Though in reality, she knew it was more just because she really hoped that speedy cheetah got the best of that asshole, Razor.

Much like the championship match, Becca dropped down into the arena as an invisible spectator, able to fly around the arena if she wished. Only this time, Becca found she had spawned where Shayde had been eliminated. Not far off was Razor, he seemed to be headed towards the sound of the fighting, though curiously he was moving slowly and cautiously. Becca touched down on the ground beside Razor, so she could follow along side by side until they both could see the remaining two opponents.

The cheetah and Wendigo had tumbled down a small embankment and were currently engaged in close quarters combat in what appeared to be a small hollow, surrounded by trees. Broken branches and dislodged rocks had fallen into the pit along with them, indicating they must have had a tough fight all the way down. Looking at the Wendigo however, he was limping rather badly and his right arm looked to be either broken or just disabled, as it hung limp at his side. The cheetah fared much better in comparison, she donned a few new scratches and tears to her clothing, which exposed a fair bit of her, but otherwise she was relatively unscathed.

“Come on puppy, what’re you waiting for?” she mocked the angry looking Wendigo. As expected, he lunged forward with his remaining good arm, only to have the cheetah leap up and grab it. With her arms wrapped tightly about his long forearm, she kicked hard into his chest and with a sickening “pop”, his left arm fell limp at his side as well. But she wasn’t done with him yet, as soon as she had dislocated his left arm, the cheetah dropped low to the ground and swept his legs from beneath the misshapen canine.

He hit the ground hard, Becca heard the breath being forced from his lungs in a sharp huff, followed by an uncomfortable sounding ragged gasp for air immediately after. The cheetah was on him already though, she knew he couldn’t use his arms to push her off, so even her meager weight settled atop the Wendigo would be enough to keep him pinned in place. When Becca looked back at Razor, he was sporting a menacing grin. It was obvious this was the outcome he had hoped for, the cheetah was about to eliminate the Wendigo and he could sweep in to finish her off right after.

“What’s the matter, puppy? Cat got your…dick?” Becca heard the cheetah tease, when she looked back over at the spotted feline, it was apparent the cheetah had been grinding suggestively down on the pinned Wendigo relentlessly. As expected, he had risen to the occasion and now she was shamelessly grinding her bare little pink slit along the underside of his trapped dark grey length. Even with how messed up his face was, Becca could see the mixture of anger and arousal as he tried to resist the lithe spotted felines advances. His feet kicked up chunks of dirt as he tried to kick and crawl out from beneath her, but it was useless.

“Fuck…you…” came the Wendigo’s gurgled angry response when the feline mounted him proper. He could do nothing but lay in the dirt as the lithe feline began to work herself up and down along his length. Becca could tell that he was still trying to hold out, she could see his toes curling as he fought the urge to buck up into the bouncing, spotted feline atop him.

“Don’t be such a sore loser, it’s not like you’re not enjoying this…I can feel you throbbing so hard inside me” she leaned down to purr seductively at him, while she also slowed down the motion of her hips. Becca blushed at the display as she moved in closer to get a better look, from her vantage point she could watch every inch of the Wendigo’s thick grey spear sink home between the cheetah’s delicate pink folds, which gripped snugly about his staff. Becca wanted to yell at the cheetah, to tell her to hurry up and finish the fight so she could be ready for Razor, but she couldn’t. She could see the large crocodile getting into position already, feeling like she was watching a collision about to take place and was powerless to stop it. Still, the cheetah tormented her captive and slowly worked her hips up and down, steadily working him closer and closer to his inevitable end. “Beg for me puppy and I might just let you go…” she teased rather smugly and with confidence. A confidence that Becca realized she had displayed earlier with Sarge, a confidence which had led her to overestimate her own skill and subsequently get herself eliminated first this time around.

The buzzer suddenly sounded high above them, but not even the cheetah looked skyward to read the notice. Becca only briefly looked up as she was curious what the Wendigo’s name was, which she learned when she saw the message stating “Player Ravage: Eliminated by player” and the player count adjusted to indicate that now only two out of the four players remained active.

“Oh boo, it was just getting fun…oh well, one left” the cheetah pouted as she knelt in the dirt, alone. Becca could see the Wendigo’s defeat drip down from between her thighs to the dirt below, thanks to how the cheetah was kneeling. She still didn’t seem to register that Razor was already slowly stalking up behind her; Becca wished she could shout and alert the other feline, but all she could do was watch as the croc reached out to grab her.

“What the…” Razor hissed when he grabbed nothing but air, the cheetah just seemed to vanish right in front of him. Becca knew it wasn’t the same stealth like she had seen Fyre use, this was something else entirely. Again, just like those old animes she used to watch, the cheetah seemed to shimmer and suddenly vanish from sight in the blink of an eye.

“Too slow, scaleypuss…” the cheetah mocked as she leaned casually against a tree up at the edge of the pit, as if she had been standing there the entire time. She had just moved even faster now than she had during her fight with Ravage, did that mean she was holding back then? Suddenly Becca felt a touch of sorrow for the poor Wendigo, he had been far more outmatched than he’d realized.

“Get down here so I can fuck you” the crocodile snarled, picking up a large rock and tossing it as if it weighed nothing. It clearly didn’t weigh nothing however, as the trunk of tree the cheetah had been leaning against exploded into splinters from the impact, causing the top section of the tree to collapse backwards with an almost pained groan.

“Better work on that aim if you’re planning on fucking me, I don’t do anal” the cheetah teased again, now standing at the opposite side of the pit. “Here, let me make it easier for you…” she offered, suddenly appearing right in front of Razor. The smaller feline clasped her hands behind her back as she smiled sickeningly sweetly up at him, rocking on her heels as if she were a bashful schoolgirl being reprimanded by the handsome teacher.

“Cocky bitch; your ass is mine!” the crocodile roared, trying to grab the speedy cheetah unsuccessfully. His thick arms lashed out and caught nothing but air, one moment the cheetah was within arm’s reach, the next she wasn’t. Though Becca could have sworn she saw the other feline briefly between his arms, was she just that quick that she could dodge him from that close and that suddenly?

“Nuh uh, I already told you, I don’t do butt stuff” she seemed to be enjoying teasing and angering the croc. He was just too slow to catch her, or so she thought. Becca wanted to tell her to stop messing around, that Razor was just playing her, but it was hopeless. She knew he was much faster than he was letting on, he was just waiting for the cheetah to make a mistake. With every failed grapple attempt, the spotted feline grew bolder and eventually even started to reach out and try slash at the crocs hide with her claws. As Shayde knew firsthand, those attacks were extremely ineffective against Razor and he barely registered them, though for his part, he pretended like he did.

Becca watched in almost slow motion as the cheetah went in too close, trying to get to the less armored spots of the crocodiles hide, more specifically at his inner thighs. That was exactly what Razor was waiting for however, he telegraphed throwing another slow swing of his arm at the feline, which she ducked with ease. Only this time, he followed up with his tail, which caught the cheetah right along the left side of her head and sent her flying. The slender spotted feline almost cartwheeled when she ragdolled into the side of the pit and lay motionless for a moment.

“Come on, get up…get up!” Becca tried to shout, but it was in vain. The cheetah couldn’t hear her, and she couldn’t do anything to help. She was forced to watch as the arrogant looking crocodile slowly and rather smugly strode over to the groaning feline. She seemed to be coming too finally, Becca could see her trying to get to her hands and knees, though she looked rather shaky still. She was almost there, almost…but it was too late. Razor just scooped the small cheetah up with a thickly muscled arm around her neck in a choke hold and a firm grip behind her right knee, as he spread her lewdly for her inevitable end. Becca could do nothing but step around in front of the pair to watch as the lithe spotted feline was lifted up easily by the croc, before he brutally shoved her down onto his waiting thick luminous green, ridged cock.

“What was that about no anal?” Razor asked rhetorically, right as he forced himself deep up under the cheetahs flicking and lashing tail. Her eyes bulged as the crocodile claimed her behind, feeling every ridge as they spread her open wider and wider the deeper he went. Her only response to being sodomized was to hiss and snarl, her claws trying in vain to scratch at his forearm about her neck as she struggled to get free and escape the rough butt-fucking she was suddenly getting. Her hisses and snarls only seemed to excite the crocodile even more however, as he increased the tempo enough so that there was an audible slap of flesh on flesh every time he hilted himself in the smaller feline. Becca watched as the spotted felines generous bust began to bounce and heft with every rough thrust of the crocodile’s hips against her backside, the sight might have been mesmerizing if not for the pained sounds of the cheetah and her obvious struggle to avoid this.

“S…stop, take it out! Please!” the cheetah begged and whimpered; Becca swore she could almost see tears begin to form at the corners of her eyes. Clearly despite even the increased pleasure sensors, they did not negate some things if a person was truly against it. She could see the inner turmoil in the cheetah’s eyes and face as her natural instincts fought against the game’s sensors as they tried to make her enjoy an act she clearly did not and never would consent to.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Razor asked with a mocking growl, tinged with pleasure. “How’s that feel kitten, a nice thick croc cock up your tailpipe?” Razor retorted with a smug grin and a satisfied throaty rumble, this time thankfully Becca couldn’t feel it reverberate within herself. She watched as Razors strong thighs flexed each time his hips slapped against the cheetahs behind. It was then she noticed something strange, the cheetah didn’t seem to be getting closer to climax, she was making all the sounds as though she were, but there were none of the subtle signs to indicate she was about to climax. But Razor was, Becca could see his thrusts were starting to become erratic and faster. The more the cheetah whimpered and begged, the faster and harder Razor fucked her, speeding himself closer to his own demise, unknowingly. The cheetah was faking it!

Even when the crocodile bit down onto the felines shoulder, much the same as he had done to Shayde, the cheetah gave a very convincing cry of pain. It was exactly what Razor needed to send him over the edge, with a few last short and fast bucks against the felines behind, the buzzer sounded high above. When Becca looked up at the announcement, she couldn’t help but grin and laugh.

“Player Razor: Eliminated by player. Player Swift, wins!” she read aloud, to no one in particular.

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Shayde was met by a smirking Sarge when she returned to the Hub, his shit eating grin annoyed her as he asked “So what did we learn today, Princess?” God, she wished he was real so she could find him and really kick him in the balls to make it hurt.

“Always be aware of my surroundings?” she replied with a bit of uncertainty.

“Yes, that’s part of it” Sarge replied with a sigh of resignation. “But also, your spotted competitor managed to pull out a win even though she was at a disadvantage” the old wolf began to explain. “She knew she couldn’t escape, so she played into her opponent’s weaknesses and turned it to her advantage.”

“I knew she was faking it!” Shayde smirked and shook her head while laughing softly to herself.

“Not all of it was fake, I don’t like anal” a familiar voice spoke up beside her. When Shayde looked over to her left, standing on another of the launch pads was Swift and her Sarge standing before her. “That prick obviously did, he also obviously likes dominating women, so…I let him think that he was” she continued with a subtle grin.

“A win is a win, I guess” Shayde offered with a growing grin of her own. “Though personally, I wish you had kicked his ass worse than you did with Ravage.”

“Perhaps, I just wish it didn’t require my butt getting stuffed though” Swift laughed back, before wincing as she reached behind herself to rub tenderly at her aching butt.

“Man, you’re fast” Shayde turned to face Swift directly now, offering a friendly smile. “That Wendigo didn’t stand a chance, did he?” she was dying to know.

“Boots of Hermes” Swift replied with a nod down at her seemingly bare feet. As she turned her foot to the side, Becca briefly saw a transparent pair of wings at Swift’s ankles, much like the messenger of the Greek Gods was depicted as having. “A gift from my boyfriend” Swift ended with a smile.

“I thought you could only get legendary items from random drops in a match?” Shayde asked in surprise, her gaze raising to meet Swift’s.

“Hall 3, legendary item and power acquisition market” both of their Sarge’s replied in unison.

“Yes, what they said” Swift paused briefly to look at their companions. “Once you unlock that part of the hub, you can purchase items with your prize money. They’re not cheap though, hence why my boyfriend had to purchase them for me.”

“You can also sell legendary items and powers you find within matches there on the open market” Becca’s Sarge interjected to say. Considering the advantage such items gave people, there was no doubt they would be worth a pretty penny and cost just as much. If Swift was still only competing in her cadet matches, Becca doubted her boyfriend was an amateur like either of them were, especially if he could afford to give away such an item.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” Shayde asked without thinking, blurting the question out so suddenly she surprised even herself. But before Swift could answer, their conversation was interrupted by an unexpected source.

“Congrats on the win, babe!” Grimm suddenly appeared beside Swift, catching the smaller cheetah up in a tight hug and a rather impassioned kiss.

“No fucking way!” Shayde blurted out in surprise again.

“Who’s your friend?” Grimm asked as he broke the kiss and turned to look over at Shayde.

“I don’t think I got her name, actually…” Swift replied while looking over at the black-on-black snow leopardess with a questioning look.

“Oh, right, sorry…I’m Shayde” Becca offered, again feeling herself break out into another blush. She couldn’t help but remember her first time seeing Grimm in action and his subsequent defeat at the hands of Selena.

“Nice to meet you, Shayde. I’m Grimm” the large handsome husky looking wolf offered with a friendly smile.

“I know, I uh, watched you in the last championship match” she admitted, trying not to sound too much like a stalker. It felt odd having seen what had happened to Grimm, what Selena had done to eliminate him and now here he was standing and talking to her like nothing was out of the ordinary. This was something Becca had never contemplated; if she made friends here, how would she handle having to fight them and eliminate them, or be eliminated by them and then still act normal after the fact?

“You’re worried about what you saw, when I got eliminated, aren’t you?” Grimm asked with a broad grin, as if he were reading her mind. “Don’t worry, you get used to it. It’s partially how our relationship works as well as it does, because we both understand the separation of our real selves from these characters we play.”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that actually” Becca nodded slowly as she looked back and forth between Swift and Grimm. “I guess my mind is still stuck in that stage of not being able to separate myself from my character, so there’s no clear distinction between them, yet” she began to explain. “But after this last match, with what Razor was doing to me, I think I started to understand that there is or should be a distinction between myself and my avatar.”

“To a degree, yes” Swift agreed. “But it’s also how this big mutt and I got together, we were friends for a long time before we started dating. I used to think he was too much of a softy and push over for me; I liked the bad boys” she offered with a smile and look of adoration at her partner.

“It’s true, I am a gentleman” Grimm interjected while reaching a large hand down to palm and grope at Swift’s behind, which just earned him an elbow to his ribs in retaliation.

“As I was saying, I used to think he was too soft and gentle for me…until he invited me to watch him compete” the cheetah continued, having started walking up the stairs of the amphitheater towards the training rooms on the higher up rings. “I never knew about this world until he invited me here. At first, I was also admittedly a little freaked out by it all. But when I saw him fighting and how savage he was, things changed. It was like I was seeing the real him, parts of him that he hid from the world.”

Shayde followed alongside Swift and Grimm as they made their way to one of the training rooms; where once inside, Grimm enabled the privacy mode. They could see out of the room’s windows, but no one outside could see in, almost like one way glass. This was something which made sense to Becca once she thought about it, that the rooms should and could do, but she never actually considered it. Another feature was how Grimm changed the environment from a fighting arena to one of something more cozy and everyday life styled, with comfortable chairs and even a small crackling fireplace.

“What she really means to say is, she enjoyed watching me fuck Selena” Grimm teased Swift as they sat down on one of the sofas, where the cheetah curled up in the wolfs lap with her head under his chin.

“Ass” she chastised him and swatted at his shoulder again. “No, it just made me realize that there was more to you than you let me see in the real world. Once I’d seen what you were capable of in here, you definitely changed out there too. You were much more confident and direct.”

“But, how does it feel doing all this?” Shayde asked from her spot on another sofa opposite the cuddling pair. “Like, knowing your partner is out there fucking or getting fucked?”

“I’ll admit, it was strange and even tough at first. There are still moments of jealousy, I won’t lie” Swift said as she sat up and turned to look over at a now blushing Grimm. “But it goes back to the distinction between us as people and us as our characters. In here, we’re Swift and Grimm, out there we’re just not. Despite what we feel in here, we know that it isn’t real, so when we log out, whatever happens in here stays in here.”

Becca sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, she wondered what it would be like having a partner who also was a competitor in SotF. Would she be able to separate what happened in the game from real life as well as Swift and Grimm seemed to be able to? It did make sense what they were saying, but a part of her doubted she would ever be that capable or emotionally mature. Even now, she was still fighting the mental battle of coming to terms with how much she enjoyed what Razor had done to her to eliminate her. Thankfully, before her thoughts began to spiral too much, her train of thought was derailed by an unexpected visitor.

“Hey dickbag, not out getting your butt pounded yet?” a sultry voice sounded behind Shayde, making her head almost spin around like a scene from the Exorcist, only to find herself staring up at a familiar tigress.

“Fyre!?” Shayde almost yelped as the gorgeous striped feline leaned over the back of her couch and smirked over at Grimm.

“Do I know you?” Fyre asked with a note of arrogance and a look of annoyance as she regarded Shayde.

“Chill, sis” Grimm growled at the striped feline. “This is Shayde, another newbie that was just in a match with Swift” he admonished the tigress.

“Sis?” Her head was spinning; Grimm and Fyre were brother and sister? How was that even possible. “But weren’t you two in that final match together, what if you were the last two opponents?” she blurted out, without thinking.

“Oh, he wishes he could fuck me” Fyre teased as she hopped gracefully over the back of the sofa and landed down in the seat beside Shayde.

“Oh fuck off, I do not!” Grimm replied with a roll of his eyes. “Why would I want your dusty old cooch when I have this beauty all to myself?” he taunted, while giving Swift’s behind a fond little pat. “In all seriousness though, the whole brother and sister thing isn’t actually as uncommon as you might think. Some sponsors pay quite handsomely for it, but not enough for us to cross that line, just to be perfectly clear” the wolf began to explain. “There is another way to win a match, one that isn’t widely advertised and is honestly looked down on by the community at large. You can actually forfeit a match, if Fyre and I ever do get into that position, we’ve agreed to a simple rock, paper, scissors to decide the winner and the loser forfeits.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to be lumped in with the likes of Snow and Frost” Fyre sneered and wrinkled her nose. “They’re a brother and sister pair that is notorious for dropping against one another in matches, they’ve made a pretty penny off it too from what I hear. Got some insane legendries as a result.”

“How do you know they’re really brother and sister though?” Shayde asked after a moment of hearing this strange bit of information.

“Remember when you signed up and your client was locked to your DNA?” Grimm replied. “From that, it compares DNA samples and flags any matches. There are a surprising number of people who even found long lost relatives because of it. Though it’s not something that is actively displayed, you would have to go into the right hall and do a search.”

“Wait, so you can only go do a search after finishing your cadet matches?” Shayde asked with surprise. “So that means there’s a chance you could accidentally encounter a relative before you can unlock the ability to see who you’re fighting against?”

“To be fair, considering what we do here, that might be the least of your concerns at the start” Swift offered with a shrug of her shoulders.

“I suppose…” Shayde accepted after a moments thought. Part of even getting into SotF was accepting she would be fucked by strangers, basically permitting herself to being raped, no matter if she did try convince herself that it was just consenting non-consent if she was being brutally honest. “Wait, how did you get in here? I thought people had to be invited in by the host of the training room?” she suddenly remembered, turning to look over at Fyre.

“It’s a relic from old gaming systems” Fyre replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “Sort of like the old ‘friends and family’ setting. Grimm and I are related, so our Halo’s are linked via the family connection. Since he and Swift are dating, they fall under the friend’s connection, which the SotF client picks up on that and grants us the access to enter private spaces we set up.”

“I see,” Shayde nodded slowly. “Because you actually know each other in the real world, it makes sense that it would be seen as a sort of trusted connection. So, if someone like me were to try join your group, you’d need to know my real-world identity as well?” she asked while looking around at the small group.

“Exactly, at least for the access part. We can still just add you as an in-game friend so we will be alerted whenever you log in and be able to see your location or status while you’re here, but that’s it. You won’t be able to come and go as you please in our private places, like this” Swift confirmed.

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Becca had a lot to think about after she eventually logged out of SotF, aside from all the new information Swift, Grimm and even Fyre had shared during their time together. The least of all were new scratches and marks, thanks to Razor. Even the side of her face felt numb and tingly from where he had slammed Shayde’s head against the tree trunk. Thankfully she was able to work from home though, so it wasn’t likely that anyone would ever even get a chance to see these new marks. Her only concern was her upcoming family dinner with her parents, but then again, she never had been one for showing too much skin anyway, especially around them.

“Relationships in SotF…who knew” she mused to herself, having grabbed a small tub of Rocky Road ice-cream from her freezer before climbing back into her bed and beginning to savor small spoonful’s while watching the rain outside her window. There really were all sorts and all walks of life inside SotF, from the strange like the brother and sister duo, to even a polycule. Becca had been surprised to find out that the large mammoth and the purple dragoness she had seen on previous logins were actually part of a polycule. They were an older couple, perhaps some of the first contestants to ever join SotF, so they were well known and very well respected. According to Grimm, they selected members of their polycule by a sort of trial by combat. So not only were the members of their cluster all intertwined romantically, they were also known to be some of the best combatants around. She didn’t know why, but the idea tickled her and she found it rather humorous.