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 3k 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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In the week since watching the tournament final, doubt and uncertainty had crept in like a thief in the dark. Becca had been trying to convince herself that her Dirty Dungeon crawls were enough fun and stimulation for her, or that she would never be good enough to win at Survival of the Fittest. She was still somewhat reluctant to give an unknown number of strangers rootkit access to her Halo device, especially after reading about instances of people being mind hacked. But yet, she kept finding herself thinking back on all the things she saw, the way Selena had surprised Grimm, then Selena getting surprised by Fyre soon after. That action alone had already caught her interest, but then there was also the substantial prize money on top of it all. Of course, Becca knew she would never be in the same league as Selena and Fyre, but even some of the lower tier matches still had pretty decent prizes she supposed. The top tier prizes would allow her to quit her job entirely, while the mid-tier prizes would simply allow her to be more selective over which jobs she took on and ultimately would allow her to follow her other passions.

Eventually, after a lot of back and forth, Becca gave in to her curiosity and opened the data bit the following Friday evening. As she had the weekend off and no other plans to speak of, it was the perfect time to explore the tournaments. Though with the finals over, there probably wouldn’t be a whole lot going on there right now, so she would be less conspicuous as a newbie. Or at least she hoped she would be, there was no telling what the community would be like once she was in there. She knew from her Dirty Dungeon games that new players were often swarmed by guilds looking to bolster their numbers, but as far as she was aware, there were no guilds or clans in SotF.

Becca ate a light meal and made sure she wouldn’t need to relieve herself for a while, before she climbed into her bed and activated her augmented reality. Once again, she activated the SotF data bit and the black data window with green text loaded up back to where she’d left off, with the two links displayed. However, Becca noticed the top link to view the tournament now was crossed out. This was strange for two reasons, first it meant that the client itself was not static and connected to the server for updates. Secondly, the fact it was crossed out and not simply updated with another link meant she really did only get to experience one tournament for free. To get that level of access again, Becca suspected there would be an access fee, which was understandable. Though after having experienced it for herself, she knew just watching a video of the fighting taken from a distance like she had seen before would no longer suffice. Undoubtedly, this was how the SotF tournaments made a lot of their money, they hooked people with a sample and then charged them for a premium there after. It honestly did make even the best VR or AI assisted porn seem like classic two dimensional smut by comparison, there was just no matching the visceral feel of being right there amidst the action.

After a moment’s hesitation, she selected the second link to begin her journey into the unknown. A small security notification window briefly popped up and confirmed that she had previously passed the required security checks, along with the hardware ID of her Halo being the same one used to access the network in the past. Becca hovered her hand over the button to proceed, realizing this was the point of no return. She had thought long and hard about her decision, she wanted this, so there was no backing out now. An audible beep confirmed her selection and the security window blinked out of existence. One final window opened up requesting permission for SotF Networks to make the required adjustments to her Halo before being able to fully connect. The flashing red warning beneath the “Accept” and “Decline” buttons warned that this was not reversible and the user would be doing so at their own risk.

Again, Becca hovered over the accept button for a moment, she bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. She clicked it. There was a sudden pressure about her, as if she were caught in a strong wind, but it was coming from all sides at once. There was also the strange sound of what sounded like a baseball card clacking loudly in the spokes of a bicycle wheel, which pounded in her ears. When she finally opened her eyes again, Becca was met with various screens filled with flashing scrolling text. Some of which she recognized as connection protocols, over there was the sensation and suggestion controls which helped with the world building. In the window behind that was the routine for maintaining a persistent server connection when hopping between servers, it seemed they cleverly leveraged the Halo’s disconnect stasis safety feature to help facilitate the server hopping in picosecond intervals as a sort of buffer. This was a feature built into all Halo devices, which meant that if a user was unexpectedly disconnected for whatever reason during a full dive, the Halo device would keep their bodily functions going until the connection was restored and the hosts mind was able to reconnect, preventing brain death. There were a few other windows which popped up and vanished before she could even see what they said though. The text all scrolled rapidly up the screens, flashing and pulsating like a living heartbeat, until suddenly, they all vanished just as quickly as they had appeared. She hadn’t realized it initially, but only once the text had vanished, the constant hiss which had sounded like light rainfall stopped as well, suddenly plunging her into an eerie silence.

Becca found herself once again standing in an empty black void, just as she had at the start of when she’d watched the tournament recently. Only this time, there was no floating countdown, but there was a strange silence, as if she had suddenly gone deaf. “Hello?” She called out, more just to confirm she wasn’t in fact deaf, though she didn’t really expect to get any sort of response. Her voice echoed far into the distance before finally fading away again. Just as the oppressive silence returned, the floor beneath her feet vanished and Becca was falling. Wind rushed past her ears with a deafening roar so loud that she couldn’t even hear herself scream. With a hard lurch, she suddenly stopped falling, her stomach dropping into her feet and almost making her want to be ill. Her descent slowed, as she floated down until her feet touched the ground again. The instant her feet touched the floor, a pillar of brilliant bright white light burst down on her from high above. As she stood at the centre of the pillar of light, Becca shielded her eyes while she tried to look around, but could not make out any shapes around her. Thankfully after what felt like a few minutes had passed, but in reality was probably a lot shorter, the pillar of light began to expand and dim down to a more tolerable level, until it was revealed that Becca now stood in an empty white room about the size of her apartment.

“Welcome to your avatar creation, your security check has verified your identity as a twenty-two-year-old female” A soothing robotic female voice announced. “Loading wireframe of Self Reflection as a base to start” she announced, as a wireframe of Becca appeared before her, the projection seemed to mimic her actions as she walked around inspected it. This was probably done so users could see how their avatars looked and moved in different poses.

Becca reached out and waved her hand curiously, with a gesture much like one would use with normal augmented reality, to which she found herself provided with a menu containing a whole host of customization options. There were the typical height and build options, along with a dropdown list and search function for what species she desired to be, to name a few. Though as any true gamer would, Becca first tried out the randomizer. She watched as her wireframe-self shifted into various species of animals with different colour patterns, ranging from plain and drab to outright outlandish with bright luminous colours. Nothing really caught her eye and she was beginning to get anxious at this taking so long, that she finally started looking through the various options herself. Like most gamers worth their salt, it wasn’t new for her to spend so much time exploring the customization options as finding something that felt right was never quick and easy.

The choices ranged from “Super Species” such as Lions and Wolves, to “Sub-Species” which were the more domesticated animals, like household cats and dogs. There was even a section for mythological creatures, such as gryphons and dragons. This brought a smile to her face, as it brought back fond memories of her times in Dirty Dungeons. Becca selected the mythological creatures’ section and began to scroll through the various creatures to see what they would look like. She found dragons made her look too scary, gryphons just weren’t her thing and werewolves just made her look deformed. This obviously meant Grimm was actually a wolf and not a werewolf, when she thought back on his appearance. Though she hadn’t seen much of her during the tournament, the golden blur which had been called Starr was obviously a cheetah, while Fyre was most definitely a tiger and Selena a King Cobra looking at the serpent models.

Eventually Becca decided to stick to a more natural and realistic species, she had always loved felines and decided to look through their catalogue. Part of her wanted to emulate Fyre perhaps, the way the tiger had moved just seemed so sensual yet powerful. However, old habits die hard, and she wanted something in black as well, but also something unique. She liked the look of a snow leopard with their soft looking fur and pretty colouring, so this would become the base she started from. Instead of white and grey fur, she opted for her usual darker colour scheme and went with an almost pitch-black coat, while the rosettes would be Vanta black. This created an odd effect of making her character appear hollow and to almost have holes, while it also gave a rather trippy stereoscopic effect when she moved around. Becca also opted to add Vanta black “gloves” which reached to the middle of her forearms and mid-thigh length “stockings” as well to complete her look. She decided to keep the piercing blue eyes and the shaved sides with long on top hairstyle which had come default with this character. She was particularly fond of the hairstyle because it reminded Becca of her favourite character from the old retro game “Overwatch”, Sombra. Being a female geek gamer herself, what was not to love about a kickass female character that used tech and hacking to beat her opponents?

Looking at her characters chest however, Becca opted to shrink the massive default breasts to something more realistic and closer to her own “a little more than a handful” mounds; she wanted herself to appear lithe and athletic after all. Though she did opt for strong thighs and hips, with a shapely behind and an hourglass waist. The usual white spot which would normally be at the very tip of her quite luxurious tail was replaced by even more Vanta black as well. Becca noted her tail seemed to be rather animated as she watched it sway and curl behind her new feline avatar standing before her. While it wasn’t on the same level as Fyre, Becca thought this model suited her down to a tee as she often defaulted to a stealth or assassin class character in most games she had played, and who ever would believe an assassin would be caught dead wearing white as opposed to stealthy black, it was almost their creed.

As far as her default outfit choice, after having seen what the higher tier players wore, she knew going for something too covering could be rather constrictive and hamper her movement. She was already rather dark and stealthy, so there was no reason to dress in all black leather, like she did in Dirty Dungeon. As she scrolled through the various clothing options, nothing really stood out to her. On a whim, Becca decided to punch in “Emma Frost” and was met with an outfit which made her lips curl into a grin. It was perfect, a low cut, off the shoulder top which left her shoulders and middle bare. This was paired with a scandalously small thong which covered her nethers but left her behind exposed. The default colour was white, as per the classic character’s name “The White Queen” would indicate, but that was quickly remedied by a palette swap. While the clothing wouldn’t go as dark as her characters fur, it was pretty close and left her looking almost completely nude at a brief glance.

After she had finished giving her new virtual-self one last look over, Becca was happy with her choice. The only thing left to do now was decide on a character name and she had the perfect one, the same one she always used for all her stealthy characters in any game she played. Becca typed in “Shayde” and pressed the commit button, accepting the warning that this was a permanent selection and could not be changed later. Again, she felt the rush of wind rushing past her face, only now it seemed somehow different. Becca raised her hand to her face and she was startled to see the dark coloured fur and sharp claws where her nails should be. Gently, she touched her face and felt her short protruding feline muzzle, complete whiskers. As her hands moved further back up into her hair, she felt her soft fur covered rounded ears, which twitched and flicked at even her own gentle touch. An unusual sensation at her lower back caught her attention next, Becca tried to look back over her shoulder to see her tail twitching and flicking in curious agitation.

“Oh, it seems to be following my mood and thoughts…” She thought to herself, which she would subsequently test the theory by forcing herself to calm down, quickly noting her tail also began to move in a more slowed and relaxed manner. Becca smiled as she seemed to be getting the hang of this new body fairly quickly, but she was still curious about her new form. Her paws began to touch and explore herself more openly as she brushed down over the flare of her hips, even reaching behind to palm her surprisingly firm and round buttocks. As she went, she felt the silky soft texture of her pelt beneath her fingers, but more importantly, the brush of her fingers across her breasts and nipples. To her surprise, they were even more sensitive than she expected, even outside of a match, enough so that her own touch made her gasp out in surprise at how good it felt. “Damn, that’s more sensitive than I thought” Her cheeks were already beginning to blush at the sensation, though she was still curious to explore more. Already her other hand had begun to stroke down over her taut belly and between her thighs. The touch was electric, Becca’s blush blossomed scarlet beneath her ebony fur as she heard herself moaning out loud. If this was what touching herself felt like, what would it be like with or against another player?

“Alright Cadet, you can jerk off later. It’s time for your training!” A gruff voice called from a suddenly open doorway, a doorway which had not been there a moment before! Becca’s head snapped toward the voice and her gaze was met by a large black wolf with a scar across his left eye, who stood glaring at the feline with a paw between her thighs and the other groping her own breast still. Becca jumped and quickly tried to cover herself, realizing she was nude in front of a stranger as she had not equipped her clothing items yet.

“S…sorry” Becca stammered as she tried to cover herself as best she could, while she tried to bring up a menu or something which would allow her to equip her outfit. The large wolf’s intense gaze as he watched her struggle did not help matters in the slightest either.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before” commented the wolf with a smirk, as he stared at her almost unblinking. It was then that Becca noticed he too was nude, sporting a package that brought back memories of Grimm. “Get your ass out here so we can begin the tour!” He barked suddenly, making her jump again and quickly scramble over to him.

Becca was led out into a large high ceilinged, circular room, or what would best be described as an amphitheatre. The large open space she looked down over was constructed of bare grey concrete walls and flooring; large metal doors and passages led off to who knew where at evenly spaced intervals around the various concentric circular levels. Massive view screens hung from shiny metal scaffolding in a ring around the centre of the roof high above, showing current ongoing matches and player rankings. Below the overhead screens were what appeared to be vendor stalls, almost looking like ancient war era concrete bunkers set into a large circular structure at the centre of the room. Though it was apparent the stalls were split into different sections, such as outfits and weapons, among other things, Becca made a mental note to investigate them further later on. There were also rooms arranged throughout different sections of the outer most circles for people to train and test themselves in, each offering different environments and climates to experience and acclimate to.

“This here is the hub, if you’ve ever played any game ever, you’ll know this is where you get your items and information from. It’s also where you will meet the other players you will be fighting against…don’t expect a warm welcome, they’re all here for the same reason as you, to win by any means necessary” he began with, sounding more and more like a stereotypical drill sergeant. “The passages around the outer ring connect to other services, most of which you won’t be able to access until you’ve completed your prerequisite five cadet matches. Don’t worry about winning or losing, just complete the matches and it counts towards your total” the wolf stated as he began guiding her around the outer ring, explaining different rooms and what they were used for.

Some were simple wardrobe rooms, for those that actually wanted clothing for their characters, but this was generally just a vanity thing and did nothing to improve a player’s chances or abilities. Though, looking around at some of the players wandering around, it seemed there where perhaps two types of players. Those that liked to play dress up and make themselves look fancy, while others wore little to no clothing and just let it all hang out, which made Becca feel a whole lot better as her own nudity seemed to be going unnoticed. Other rooms were for weapon and trap testing, Becca was informed of, as she and the wolf paused to watch as a slender looking ferret girl, dressed in a Victorian era frilly fancy dress, use what appeared to be a miniature black hole to subdue a massive bull practice AI. A dark pulsing ring with little dark spheres being sucked into the centre formed beneath the bull, who despite his best efforts, could not remain standing upright. Soon he was brought to his hands and knees, unable to do anything but try hold himself up off the ground and the ever-increasing localized gravity well. The ferret smirked with glee as she walked around behind the bull and began to openly fondle his impressive hanging balls. Sure enough, the large beast began to react and soon was sporting a raging erection, which slapped up against his abdominal muscles with an audible fleshy sound.

“Watch and learn” the wolf ordered as he stood beside Becca, while she watched the small ferret work the large bull’s cock. Her hands were too small to wrap about his girth entirely, which made it difficult for her to adequately pleasure him enough to climax for her. Thanks to the dress restricting her movements as well, she also could not kneel down enough to get an adequate angle on him. Becca frowned when the swirling mass of darkness beneath the bull began to flicker and then suddenly vanish altogether after a few moments. “Rookie mistake, you should always know the limits of your traps when using them on your opponents, the stronger the opponent, the shorter the duration of the trap” the wolf chuckled to himself.

Becca watched as the ferret received a swift kick to the centre of her chest, which sent her flying back to slam into the far wall. As she dropped down to the floor in a limp pile of silk and frills, the ferret gasped and tried to catch her breath, while the rather angry looking bull got to his feet and stalked over towards her with an almost maniacal grin. The ferret girl was picked up off the floor with ease before her fancy dress was ripped away to leave her naked, only to be shoved down onto his turgid cock, like some sort of living pocket pussy. The bull AI wasted no time in starting to rut the ferret either, making her limp limbs flail about uselessly as she was fucked mercilessly. In the real world, there was no way someone her size would be able to take a cock that big and survive it, let alone enjoy it. But in here, thankfully the laws of physics did not seem to apply. Becca watched the ferret’s toned belly distend each time the bull hilted inside her, all while she wore a mask of absolute bliss as she was turned into the bulls personal fucktoy.

“Let me know when you’re ready to proceed, cadet” the wolf offered as he stared straight ahead at the show the bull and ferret were putting on.

“Oh, uhm…sure…proceed?” Becca replied, after shaking her head to snap herself out of the hold the ferret and bull fucking had gotten on her. The wolf turned immediately and began to walk away, leading her on to the next training example.

A few rooms down however, Becca’s ears perked when she heard someone begging for mercy. When Becca looked around the corner, she saw another scarred big black wolf, identical to her guide, pinning a smaller fox down on all fours. From the way the wolf was gripping and lifting the fox’s tail, along with how his hips were moving, it was obvious what they were doing. Of course, Becca couldn’t help herself and she moved over to one side to get a better angle on the action. Sure enough, the large wolf grinned and growled as he forcefully inserted his thick, angry red canine member under the smaller male’s bushy tail.

“But I’m not gay!” The small rust furred fox whined and cried pitifully as the wolf continued to sink the thick length under his tail without mercy. Clearly the fox was telling the truth, at least judging by the scratch marks his nails were leaving on the wood panelled floor as he tried to crawl away and escape.

“Doesn’t matter here pup, better you lose your cherry here with me than out on the field” The wolf growled and gave one final buck to slap his hips against the foxes behind. “The other players won’t be as gentle, or…nngh…as caring as I am” he mocked, giving another firm buck under his captives’ tail.

“Handsome fella, don’t you think?” the wolf appeared beside her again, nodding over at his doppelganger inside the room. “He’s right too, your sexuality doesn’t matter in here. You’ll be fighting against both men and women. If you have any hangups about either, best you get over them now, or quit before it gets to that point” he offered with a questioning look at Becca.

“I’m not…I mean, I don’t think I have any hangups?” She began to stammer her reply, thinking back on how the fight between Selena and Fyre had excited her so damn much. But something caught her eye and interrupted her train of thought before she could continue. Despite his protests to the contrary, Becca couldn’t help but notice that the fox was sporting wood. She watched as the fox was lifted up off the ground and pulled back against the larger wolfs broad chest, only to be bounced on the wolfs impressive cock a few times, before the wolf forced the fox down onto the thick knot at the base of his shaft. A few short and sharp rough thrusts later from the wolf, and there was an impressive arc of fox semen cutting through the air to spatter across the floor before them. The wolf standing beside her simply laughed and shook his head at the display.

“I love the newbies, no one is gay until they get their first climax fucked out of them by the same gender. Doesn’t mean they’re not still straight in the real world though, just the pleasure sensors here are designed to make sure you players enjoy yourselves, no matter who or what is fucking you” the wolf clarified, before moving on to another room.

“That’s reassuring to know…” Becca replied, though honestly it did help. She had been a bit confused after the tournament final she had watched. The fight between Selena and Fyre had been so exciting to her, but yet when she tried to watch some human lesbian porn back in the real world, it barely got a tingle out of her. Sure, there might have been a trace amount of curiosity in her watching the human stuff, but nothing compared to how she had felt around Fyre. Though now she was wondering how much of what she had felt was just the tournaments sensitivity settings, compared to how much she was attracted to the Fyre character herself.

“You’ll want to make sure you’re as versatile as possible if you want to succeed” the wolf began to explain again, snapping Becca out of her train of thought. “Specializing in one fighting style or weapon type can make you vulnerable, not only to other players, but to the environment as well” the wolf said with a nod at the next rooms occupant. “She thinks that using weapons will save her from getting fucked, while it’s not technically against the rules, it’s frowned upon by the community. It's a sort of unwritten rule, everyone gets fucked, eventually. Let’s teach her that lesson, shall we?”

Becca watched what appeared to be a rather large bear, in full bright and shining polished silver medieval knight’s armour, as she swung a massive two-handed sword with ease as she chopped through wave after wave of short insectoid monsters. Judging from the piles of mutilated corpses laying all around the bear, they had been at this for a while. Sure enough, when she listened closely, she could even hear the ursines ragged breaths coming from beneath the full faced helmet.

“Watch what happens when I give her a real challenge; she thinks brute strength is enough” the evil smirk on the wolfs lips sent a shiver down Becca’s spine as she watched while he tapped a few buttons on the panel beside the door to the room. The insect creatures suddenly vanished, much to the bear’s confusion. Slowly she lumbered about as she turned around looking for her next opponent.

A slimy pink tentacle launched out at the bear from the shadows without warning, it moved so fast that it easily caught the bear by surprise. The thick pink tentacle shot in low in order to grab at one of the bears ankles in order to yank her off her feet. With a loud clattering thud, the bear hit the ground hard enough to almost knock herself out. She lay motionless and groaning for a moment while trying to regain her wits, as soon as she managed to do so, the bear quickly scrambled to try and free herself of the new adversary. She sat up and tried to swing her large two-handed sword down in an overhead arch in order to cut away the tentacle around her ankle and free herself. The blow landed successfully, cleaving the end of the tentacle still wrapped about her ankle from the main body, which now wriggled and writhed like a beheaded serpent on the ground. The ursine warrior took the opportunity to gather herself and get back onto her feet, gripping her sword tightly as she faced the direction of her new attacker. Only, it wasn’t there anymore, as another two tentacles shot out from two different locations. This time, they caught the bear’s arms and separated them, pulling her hands outstretched wide and effectively negating the heavy weapon.

Becca watched as more and more tentacles began appearing from all around and started to wrap around the armoured bear, slithering into the gaps in her armour to get under the thick metal plating. The bear was hoisted up off the ground as if she weighed nothing and suspended in the air, while the multitude of tentacles began tugging at her armour, until pained metallic screeches and snaps were heard. The armour started to give away, slowly it was being ripped off of the panicked looking ursine. Becca saw the fear in her eyes when her helmet was finally pushed off of her head so a tentacle could force its way between her fangs and into her mouth. No, it was worse than that, Becca realized she could see the bulge in the ursines throat as the tentacle fucked her muzzle deeply. Occasionally the tentacle pulled back and out of the bears maw to spit a sticky substance over its now trapped prey’s face, only to sink in deep between her fangs again. The tentacles eventually turned the bear towards the gathering crowd so they could watch her humiliation unfold; they spread her legs wide apart for the crowd so they could see everything in excruciating detail when a thick tentacle forced itself up between her thighs and straight into her pussy without moments pause. The tentacle was semi-transparent, so the crowd was treated to an opaque display of the bears inner passage every time it thrust up into her. Even her breasts were roughly squeezed and roughly fondled by two more smaller tentacles, being massaged and groped in an almost wave like pattern while the narrow tapered tips of the slimy lengths flicked, pinched and squeezed at her stiff little dark nipples. Again, the struggling bear was turned about, so she would be held aloft in an almost kneeling position now. The reason soon became clear why, Becca watched in stunned silence as a smaller tentacle wrapped about the bears short stub of a tail to lift it high, just before another almost impossibly thick tentacle reared up like a snake ready to strike. Slime glistened and dripped from the narrow tip ominously, looking even more like a serpent dripping venom as it prepared to attack. Strike it did, aiming right beneath its victims held lifted tail, as it plunged deeply into her small little brown pucker. Even with her mouth full of tentacle as it was, Becca could hear the bear’s uncomfortable scream as she had her last opening stuffed full of thick tentacle.

Becca was suddenly pulled away from the bear and tentacle spectacle by her wolf guide, the cries and groans of the bear followed her as they moved on to their next destination. A part of her was worried about everything she had seen, but a greater part was actually excited by it. She had encountered tentacles before in Dirty Dungeon, so that was nothing new for her at least. Even the crowds watching weren’t much of an issue for her, she had rather enjoyed being put on display during the living armour debacle also. The more Becca thought about it, she realized she did have more experience with these things than most other newbies might, so perhaps that would give her an edge over the competition perhaps.

There were far more people wandering around the hub than she had expected to see as well, it looked as though even when it wasn’t tournament time, people came here to train or even just hang out. A few rooms displayed cadets sparring with each other to test their skills against a real person and not just an AI, but the overall mood seemed rather jovial considering what everyone was here for. Sarge, she had finally learned her wolf guides name, informed her that outside of the tournaments, players were allowed to organize their own private fights or non-SotF challenges. There weren’t usually any sponsors involved in these unofficial fights, some were just for glory, while others sometimes drew a small pot from requesting an entry fee which the winner would receive at the end. While there weren’t guilds or clans, it seemed there were no rules against forging alliances with other players for these unsanctioned events.

Sarge was something of a companion AI, every person got their own copy of him, which is why she had seen so many of him around the hub. This made it easier to spot the more seasoned players as they would not be accompanied by their Sarge, unless they specifically required his help with something, he would be stored away like a loot item in their personal storage. He was the equivalent of a personal help file index, there to offer guidance and assist with anything she could need. Right now, however, he was still in the guided rails tour mode of the facility. Once she had completed everything up until she was ready for her first cadet match, she was stuck with this tutorial mode of Sarge. Once she had gotten that far however, then she would be able to ask him more specific questions about whatever she wanted to know or do here.

“Time for your training, cadet” Sarge said without warning as they entered an empty room, Becca turned to look at him just in time to be backhanded across the face. The force of the hit sent her stumbling and to crash back into the wall.

“What the hell!?” she spat out as she leaned against the wall for support, her head spinning from the blow. Sarge didn’t reply however, when her eyes focused again, she saw that he was already advancing on her with a malicious grin.

His large hand just gripped tight around her throat when he pushed and lifted her up against the wall as if she weighed nothing, until her feet were no longer touching the ground. His other hand roughly groped at her breasts after ripping away her skimpy top and thong to fully expose her. She hadn’t even been aware her outfit had been equipped until that moment, perhaps it was a setting of this particular room to start off with a sort of default combat encounter? Sarge leaned in closer to snarl at her “This isn’t one of your fun and innocent Dungeon games, people are here to win and they will do whatever it takes. Do you understand?” He growled into her ear while roughly pinching one of her little dark nipples.

Becca was surprised to find that while the rough treatment hurt a little, there was also a definite note of pleasure to what he was doing to her sensitive flesh. She guessed she did understand, this was a fighting tournament after all, where you literally fucked other players to win. She nodded her head at Sarge, but his only response was to sneer at her before tugging her away from the wall and instead dropping her down onto his thick, red menacing cock. The same impressive cock she had seen the small fox take earlier. Pain flared between her thighs for a brief moment, at least until the large wolf began bouncing her along his shaft and her pleasure sensors went into overdrive. It was too much and within moments, Becca felt her climax crash over her. She heard her high-pitched whines and guttural pants while she squirmed on the wolfs cock. It was too much, she couldn’t hold it back, even with her claws digging into Sarge’s wrist as she climaxed hard, the wolf didn’t so much as flinch. He just kept on fucking her, using his grip about her slender throat to lift and lower her in much the same way that AI bull had used the ferret girl. God, she wanted to hate it, but she couldn’t. The way Sarge was staring at her, that cocky and confident grin as he used her as he wished, knowing she was powerless to stop him, there was just something so goddamn exciting about it all.

“You failed! Learn some self-control, cadet!” He growled at the feline, before lifting her up and off his cock to toss her down onto the floor like the worthless cumrag she was. “Now, try and hit me” Sarge taunted; his hands clasped behind his back as he presented the side of his jaw to her invitingly.

Becca huffed and panted, a strange mixture of eagerness and annoyance bubbled up within her. She got to her feet and turned to face the wolf, while brushing away a single droplet of drool running down her chin from the intense climax he had just wrung from her. The black-on-black snow leopardess, took a low stance as she prepared to charge him, she knew he had a trick up his sleeve, that much was obvious. She was prepared for it, or so she thought. Becca darted forward and ducked low, just as Sarge’s arms shot out from behind him to try clothesline her, precisely what she expected. Becca grinned as she successfully dodged his attack, until she felt something grab her tail and yank her backwards by it. Her tail…she had played humans for so long, she forgot she had a tail!

Sarge easily snatched the felines tail from the air behind her as it lifted and swayed to provide balance to her almost crouched position. Becca found herself being swung around by her tail as if she were the hammer in a hammer toss competition. Sarge threw her up into the air, there was nothing she could do to stop herself from falling back down toward him a moment later, where his shin impacted just below her ribs and sent her tumbling backwards along the ground. The feline came to a stop with her weight resting mostly on her shoulders, but her head was almost between her knees as if she were doing yoga. Considering the pain sensors were already lowered and how much she hurt from that blow, she hated to think how she would be feeling if they were set to normal.

As Becca rolled onto her knees to get up, Sarge was on her again, this time he just simply grabbed her tail and painfully yanked it up before she felt exactly what that fox did. The large wolf’s angry red cock sunk unbidden beneath her tail without warning, hot and hard as it stretched her tail hole with a white-hot pain, which made her cry out. Her paws clutched uselessly at the floor as Sarge’s hips began to hammer down into her behind in short quick strokes, while he roughly yanked her back by his grip on her tail every time she bounced off his hips. Becca’s mind became confused as the pain again quickly faded away, only to be replaced by some sort of sick pleasure and she once more heard herself moan and whine as another climax began to build within her. Her cheeks blossomed with colour beneath her ebony fur, again remembering the fox and how even though he wasn’t gay, he had also started enjoying this. Likewise, for her, Becca was never a fan of rear entry before, but right now she couldn’t deny how the tournaments adjustments made getting her ass fucked feel like Heaven.

“These damn pleasure sensors are going to take some getting used to…” she briefly thought to herself before her climax erupted deep within her core, causing her to buck and writhe beneath Sarge once more in undeniable pleasure.

“Better, you actually lasted longer that time. But you still failed!” Sarge sighed, before withdrawing himself from under her tail. His large hand reached out to grip Becca by her hair as he roughly lifted her from the floor by her scalp, which almost brought tears to Becca’s eyes. As her lips parted in a pained cry, the wolf would just plug it shut with his thick length, cramming himself deep in her muzzle so she would begin choking on him instead. Again, he started to roughly buck and fuck her muzzle, his thick knot quickly began bumping against her fangs and forcing them wider until she couldn’t open her mouth any wider. Becca’s jaw started to ache as he fucked her hard for ages, while he seemed to be trying to force his knot behind her fangs and dislocate her jaw in the process, on top of seemingly trying to choke her out by shoving his thick cock down her throat without a pause.

After a long while of the oral abuse, Sarge finally climaxed with a loud howl as he came, and he came hard. The large wolf flooded Becca’s muzzle with hot white seed, with his grip in her hair and holding her face down on his crotch, Sarge forced every last drop down her throat and into her belly. Again, Becca was impressed by the programming of this place, she could feel the salty warmth making its way down to her stomach and leaving her feeling oddly full. Finally, Sarge pulled himself free of her mouth, the black-on-black feline gasped for air as she glared up at him. Looking up at the wolf though, she caught his smirk before she felt the last few shots of his seed spatter across her face and muzzle while he marked her.

“Best learn some fighting skills before you head into a match, you’re greener than a toads left testicle, cadet” Sarge’s smug little smirk said it all, she was pretty useless here and she knew it. She didn’t have any real-world fighting skills to fall back on, she was a programmer after all and they weren’t known for their Kung Fu ability. Even in her Dirty Dungeons, most of the fighting was done with spells and abilities, not her fists. With a gesture of her paw, Becca brought up the holographic menu window again, this time she scrolled through various options until she found the section where she could download different fighting styles and skills, such as trap making or animal taming. For starters, Becca just went with basic Karate and accepted the “install” option. Lights briefly flashed behind her eyelids, as years of training were downloaded to her mind in an instant, leaving behind a slight headache as a result of the IDK, or “Instant Download of Knowledge” as it was called in the menus.

With a confident smirk, the ebony snow leopardess got to her feet and adopted a fighting stance, feet wide and weight centred, ready to advance or retreat on a moment’s notice, all while maintaining a low centre of gravity. Her paw extended to make a “Come get it” motion at Sarge, who just smirked and dropped down into a similar pose. Almost immediately, the wolf and feline started to circle their little arena, trying to spot a weakness in their opponent before striking. Sarge seemed to be leaving his left side open every second step he took to the right. Before the IDK, Becca never would have noticed such a thing, but now it was blatantly obvious.

Becca waited for her moment to strike, she let the wolf expose his left flank again before she let loose with a kick aimed at his ribs. Sarge just grinned and caught her leg against his side, responding with an elbow to the side of her head and sending her sprawling again. Becca collapsed face down on the floor once more, again she felt her tail being roughly yanked up, before the wolf sunk himself back beneath it. “Not again…” she groaned as one of his large hands forced her face into the floor while he rutted her backside hard.

“Not bad, you saw a weakness and tried to use it to your advantage. But some weaknesses aren’t what they seem, best make sure before you attack and leave yourself open to a counter” Sarge huffed and panted as he withdrew himself almost completely from Becca’s tail hole, only to slam his hips back in hard against her pert buttocks with a satisfying fleshy clap.

The next few hours were spent trying different fighting styles, most of them ending with Becca being slapped and knocked around. More often than not, she was also pinned against the floor and walls while being fucked every which way by the big wolf. A few people stopped by to watch the action as the new feline cadet seemed to have quite the determination to keep on going, despite this string of defeats however. Eventually, after enough fights, Becca finally managed to last long enough through Sarge’s fucking that she would manage to escape his control. A few more fights later and the wolf wasn’t even able to catch her anymore, then a few more and she even started winning the odd fight here and there. Much to the enjoyment of one particular fox watching from outside.

Their final fight ended with a stunning leg sweep that sent Sarge ass over kettle, landing on his head and briefly stunning him, just long enough for Becca to pin him to the ground as she ground herself down against his exposed length. She even gripped a paw around his throat while she purred down to him. “Oh look, I won!” she mocked the wolf, right as she sunk herself down onto his dripping cock with a merry little groan. In quick succession, the snow leopardess started to bounce and ride the wolf, right to his first climax, now that she had somewhat learned to control her own pleasure. Her hot little cunt stretched around his angry red length as she squatted over him, working her hips up and down to repeatedly impale herself on his shaft, with little slaps of her rear against his lap. With a defeated snarl, Sarge finally admitted defeat, giving one last buck up into Becca before he flooded her cunt with his seed. The crowd outside burst into cheers and clapping as they watched the new cadet beat her instructor. Becca was so focused on Sarge however; she had not even noticed so many people were spectating her fights. Suddenly she felt rather self-conscious that a bunch of strangers had just watched her fuck this wolf she only met a few hours ago and one she had only known the name of even shorter than that. It didn’t matter that he was just an AI either, she had fucked him in full view of the crowd outside.

“Get used to that, millions more people will be watching you when you compete in actual tournaments” Sarge panted from beneath her with a satisfied grin on his muzzle. Becca realized she was still gripping at the wolf’s throat and quickly let go, before standing up and offering him a helping hand to get to his feet. Again, more hooting and hollering erupted from outside the room, but she knew why this time, she could feel it. When she stood up and helped Sarge to his feet, she could feel his cum begin to spill from inside her. Given the fact she was all black, his white mess was painfully obvious beneath her tail and between her thighs when gravity directed it down toward her feet, leaving a couple of very telling white trails against her dark fur.

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By the time Becca eventually logged out of SotF and returned to the real world, she felt her stomach grumbling angrily at her. When she looked outside, it was pitch black already, apparently, she had been in there far longer than she’d originally thought. Becca slipped out of her bed and headed towards her kitchen, only to stumble at the sudden curious feeling between her thighs. It really did still feel like she had been having sex all afternoon, even her jaw still ached a little along with an odd tenderness between her butt cheeks. With a little laugh and a sigh, she went off in search of something quick and easy to satisfy her hunger. Becca did not want to waste too much time before she could go back in and try her first cadet match with real people.

Becca also noticed how clumsy she felt without her new tail as well, she actually missed it. Her hands brushed along her form, noticing the subtle differences in size and shape to Shayde. In the real world she was almost flat as a surfboard, but in SotF, she had the curves she always wanted. Never before had she understood the appeal of wanting to remain in the virtual world so much, until now.