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Another day, another weird as hell adventure in LootQuest, Iris thought, as she slipped back into the by now rather familiar – but still decaying – virtual world that she’d come to love, if for no other reason than the extreme range of very strange kinks that it had allowed her to explore. It wasn’t the only reason, no, not even close. She had also made a real, close friend here – Adrian, the wolf barbarian, who she still hadn’t met in real life – and it was also a fascinating world to just wander around in.

Then there was the whole lore aspect. Both the original, intended lore within the game – the rise of the Scaled One – and also what seemed to be accidental meta-lore, like how some of the non-player characters seemed to have grown a limited kind of sentience, or how the game almost certainly hadn’t been this horny initially. It simply made no sense that any game would program in the kind of things that Iris had already dabbled in.

I mean, really, killing and using your enemies is kind of necrophilia, isn’t it, she thought. Or killing them through sex, that’s basically snuff. But the difference was that here, everyone respawned, and unlike real life, there was no pain or decay or anything of the sort. Everyone simply passed out in pleasure, died, and then were no worse for wear the next time they respawned, players included. Iris had actually found her own various demises rather titillating. There was just something about watching enemies fuck her while her body flopped around like a ragdoll, bar for the inner muscles that somehow still managed to milk their cocks.

But that was just how LootQuest was. Weird as hell and incredibly deep. Speaking of which, Adrian had left her a message. He usually logged in a little earlier than the serval did. While Iris certainly loved having him as a friend, there was no denying that he was just as weird as his favorite game.

“Hey, Iris, when you get online, I know you’re about to get that hippogryph quest,” was the first line that popped up. Yeah, that hippogryph quest. She had gotten to the point where she had to walk for what felt like hours to get to the next dungeon outside of the city, and that meant it was almost time to do the randomly selected quest that’d grant her a mount to ride, and Iris had, as usual it felt like, drawn the shortest straw. Everyone she had talked with said the hippogryph one specifically was hard as balls, usually in those exact words, so Iris was a little nervous about trying it.

Not that failure had any unpleasant consequences, but she still would prefer not to waste days on it.

“So, I wanted to show you some ways to get a bunch of neat buffs,” was line two. Oh, yeah. He had mentioned that. Looking at her perk tree, Iris had a pretty good feeling for what it might involve, but she’d still let Adrian do the explanation. She liked listening to the wolf talk, especially as he got more and more horny when it came to those subjects, and almost all buffs in LootQuest seemed to be related to sex or arousal in one way or another. And he was adorable when he got excited.

Not just because of that magnificent wolf-cock either. Iris glanced at the third line. It was a simple invitation to Adrian’s player home, where he wanted to show off those buffs and his “collection”.

That part, he had mentioned before. He kept bodies. Defeated enemies that been glitched, which meant that the original enemy respawned but the body remained in-world. They made, Adrian insisted, for much more pleasant sex toys than either his hand or more traditional sleeves.

It would’ve been a little creepy, but this was LootQuest. Fucking empty bodies didn’t even scratch the surface of how creepy it could get. She tapped Accept Invite, just below the text, and after a dizzying loading screen, she was instantly in Adrian’s home.

The player housing wasn’t really in the world. It was all separate instances, though they all had impossible windows that allowed one to see a live feed of the capital square, meat market and all. Sometimes, Iris liked settling down and just watching depravity unfold.

But right now, she was here to-

“Hey, Iris!” Adrian called out from the living room. A few steps later, Iris realized that the hunky wolf was completely naked, with his hefty lupine cock fully hard and bouncing with each step he took. The sight still made her real life self blush, a fact that thankfully didn’t show on her spotty cat avatar. “So yeah, I wanted to show you one way to get buffs…”

“You mean the Voyeuristic Vigor perk?” she asked.

“That one only works with two ‘living’ participants, sadly,” the wolf shrugged. “It’s a great idea though, you’d just have to find someone to watch.”

“Maybe I’ll do that,” Iris nodded. “Like, at the demonic portal maybe… newbies keep getting killed over there.”

It felt a little weird to think of others as newbies already, but time passed quickly here, and she had learned so many things about the game and its peculiarities.

“Well, I just wanted to show you another way,” Adrian smiled and gestured towards a row of defeated enemies that he had lined up in bed. “Fucking each one of these gives me a different buff. Like for example, watch this.”

He approached a diminutive fennec, who Iris seemed to remember was one of the desert bandits from a good distance away from the capital – they infested, naturally, the sandy regions of the game and were infamously difficult to hit at all – that he had dragged all the way to his home. Without any further ado, he spread the fennec’s legs and slid his rather erect cock deep into her.

“This one gives me a dexterity bonus,” he huffed, giving the ‘corpse’ a few demonstrative pumps of his hips. “Well, if I finish, it does…”

“Is that a perk?” Iris asked. She was getting a little hot and bothered watching her friend just casually use the body. It looked like the fennec was just asleep, and she could see, even from a slight distance, that her pussy still clenched around Adrian’s cock. NPCs were strange in this game.

“Y-yeah, it’s one of the global ones. But like you said the voyeur one has kinda the same buffs, and you’re all sneaky so that one might work better,” he groaned, forcing himself to stop fucking the fennec before he had nothing left to show off the other prized pieces in his unique collection. He pulled out, shaft slick with precum, and moved on to the next one, which was a very muscular cat of amazonian proportions. It looked almost, but not quite, like the feline barbarians that she had fought herself.

Seeing the serval’s quizzical – and more than a little horny – expression, Adrian teased as he rubbed his tapered glans against the cat’s folds. “They’re related to the barbarians. But these ones are sort of the original tribe from the east, and the ones by the city are stragglers from one of their invasions,” he began, and then slid effortlessly into the unresisting body. “You s-should read the lore,” Adrian groan-chuckled, his sense of humor tempered by the feeling of the permanently warm cunt engulfing his need.

Iris was much more of a learn as you play kind of woman, but the lore was still fascinating, and delivered like this, by watching Adrian use his perverted collection, made it actually enjoyable and memorable. If she ever saw a big muscular cat to the east, she’d certainly think of Adrian fucking one of them.

“They’re very matriarchal. So, this one would hate what I’m d-doing, if… you know, if the mobs had any real minds of their own, haha,” Adrian grunted, laughing. His cock didn’t falter even slightly as he kept rutting in slowly, leisurely, taking his time and putting on a little bit of a show for his friend. “This one gives an endurance buff. One of my favorites.”

“Are we actually sure that most of the enemies aren’t sapient?” Iris mused, ignoring the glowing sensations between her legs.

“Yeah, no. No chance. The ones that are will tell you, like that Naga. Other than the big bad dragon I think he was the f-f-fuck,” Adrian growled, thoughts derailed by one of those post-mortem clenches around him.

He pulled out, gritting his teeth. His cock was left throbbing wildly after it left barbarian’s body, and Adrian looked like he was right on the edge, if not just a little past it, with how he was drooling precum. Slowly, he moved to the last of the three items he had prepared to show Iris. This one looked like a small lizard. Not quite a kobold, but a fully anthropomorphic lizard-woman that Iris hadn’t seen in the world before. She also looked far too small to take Adrian’s full length.

“Oh? They’re the Scaled One’s personal minions. From way up north. Super high level, but this one’s dead, so…” Adrian explained, before slowly forcing his cock in. The fit looked almost impossible; his cock was the size of the lizard’s leg. “…all she’ll be doing is buffing my strength.”

He had a bunch of other bodies, but Adrian was getting so worked up with the lizard after managing to squeeze his cock into that incredibly tight, petite body, that Iris suspected he wouldn’t be able to hold back long enough to show them off. Not more than briefly, anyway.

“…and I guess I’m gonna go for the strength buff, fuck,” he groaned, strong hips flexing as he drove his cock deep into the lizard’s body, all the way in, in some almost impossible feat. His cock bulged visibly in her belly. “Sorry, I’m still a little pent up from that manticore sting.”

Iris wasn’t entirely sure if masturbating to the sight was the right thing to do, but her hand still slipped down her pants to at least briefly brush over her clit, enjoying that singular shiver of pleasure. It was just hot, in a very twisted way, to see the wolf treat his fallen enemies like sex toys. She circled the wolf and looked at him from the other side, watching the lizard’s small scaly breasts bounce as she was rocked back and forth by Adrian’s thrusts. Briefly, Iris wondered how being in her position would feel. With that size difference, she had to imagine the penetration alone might’ve been intense enough to snuff her out.

But she didn’t want to do it like this, not with random enemies. With Adrian, specifically. Maybe she’d arrange it at some point, just to see what it was like.

For now, though, it was rather enjoyable just watching him work out the aftereffects of the manticore venom that had killed him so many times. After the antidote, it was nothing but a pleasant lusty glow, not too unlike the heat that females might go into, and the small servant of the big bad dragon looked tight as a vice, with the belly-bulge of Adrian’s cock visibly moving with each strained thrust.

He sped up until he was fucking the small body hard enough to shake the entire shelf that he’d put the body on for display. Iris watched Adrian’s knot swell as he prepared to do the thing male wolves always did. Tie with his “partner”, that is. It was still a beautiful sight, and Iris scooted closer to get a good view of his swollen bulb pressing against a pristine pair of scaly lips. If the cock was a hard fit, that looked downright impossible. Her hand even snuck between them, resting on the lizard’s belly and feeling the body reflexively clench on Adrian’s cock. Iris wondered if the NPCs might be conscious to some degree while “dead”, too. Probably not. But she liked imagining they were.

With a determined, hard, grinding thrust Adrian’s knot somehow popped into the smaller lizard, and the wolf growled softly, grunting and grinding against his playtoy’s entrance. Iris, ever playful, reached down to cup his heavy balls in her hand, feeling them tighten as the wolf quickly worked himself towards an orgasm. His knot outlined a little bulge in the lizard’s belly. It was hard to imagine a fit that tight not hurting Adrian’s cock, too, with how hard he had to squeezing around him, but maybe he liked that.

“Go on, get that buff,” she purred, ignoring the thought about how incredibly strange their budding romance really was. “Get all big and strong for me.”

Adrian choked back the customary howl that he usually let out when orgasming; this time, his climax was muted, more demonstrated by how his body tensed up and then relaxed, and of course, the feeling of his balls and the base of his cock pulsating to a very familiar rhythm in the serval’s hand, making it obvious that he was filling the dead lizard with his cum. That, and her belly visibly swelled with the volume of his seed.

“Breed that lizard,” Iris coaxed, squeezing the hefty sack gently. She was half tempted to rub herself, too, but she still had more things that needed to be done today. More quests to finish. And voyeurism would be easier if she was still horny. “Give her every drop you’ve got.”

It wouldn’t amount to anything, of course. She was dead and wouldn’t get pregnant; all of the reactions were simply functions that the game designers hadn’t thought to turn off at the point of death, perhaps because they simply couldn’t be bothered, or that nobody cared if a corpse could somehow clench. Briefly, Iris wondered if the glitched bodies simply remained forever or if they’d eventually fade away. But until then, she made for a perfect toy for the horny wolf. After a few minutes of emptying his balls inside her, his eyes snapped open again and his breath slowly steadied. Iris could see his muscles rippling with newfound strength, swelling ever so slightly larger, a delightful look at how visual a buff could be when it applied to a visual stat. It wasn’t as if larges muscles meant anything in the world, but the illustration of it was beautiful to Iris, and she imagined being pinned down by him… and perhaps fucked so hard that she’d spend a moment watching the handsome wolf use her body, too.

Adrian held himself perfectly still for a little moment, staring into thin air with a glassy-eyed look of post-orgasmic, dazed pleasure. Then, he blushed, a little self-conscious as always with the post-orgasmic clarity enveloping his mind.

“Yeah,” he huffed, with an apologetic, bashful smile. He tried to pull out of the lizard’s cool body and forgot that he was still tied, which made his blush tighten. “So that’s how I get buffs.”

“It’s neat,” Iris smiled in response. “But I think I’ll go with the voyeurism perk. It seems more my style with… you know, sneaking and… you know.”

“I know,” Adrian said with a knowing grin. “Plus, you save space on not having to have all these bodies at home. Yeah, go get that mount. And if you need help, just come ask me tomorrow when I got more time.”

“Aw, you’re busy today?” Iris asked, tilting her head. She had hoped that Adrian would be available, given how much everyone had hyped up how hard this particular mount quest was.

“Yeah… just some boring real-life stuff, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to show you this before I log out,” he smiled.

“Hope you’re not stuck here then, you know, what with the, well, your knot,” Iris mused, tracing a finger over the scaly bulge in the lizard’s sex where Adrian’s knot was visibly outlined.

“I’m not. I mean I would be if this was real life, but I can just log out. Ties don’t stop that,” he said, chuckling a little as he once again got over that brief embarrassment.

“Right right,” Iris smiled, she moved her hand away, as much as she wanted to keep teasing and bothering the wolf and perhaps his collection of corpses, too. “Have a nice day in meatspace.”

With that, Adrian was suddenly gone, and his small toy was left gaping and leaking. Iris briefly thought of grinding against her, but she had something more important to do right now. The mount wasn’t going to get itself, and first, she needed to activate her newly chosen buffs.

The “demon invasion” was a surprisingly low level area not too far from the city, where a portal had opened to the lower planes. That is, basically hell, as far as one existed in the game’s lore. Iris herself had missed it because she’d been adventuring with Adrian so much and had outleveled it, but it was an infamous spot for being very hard for newcomers. The ones who didn’t get killed by the naga in the first temple usually experienced their first deaths – and the subsequent humpy degradation – at the paws of a hellhound or ten, depending on how many the portal spat out at once. That unpredictability was part of why it was so difficult.

But it was also a great spot to watch, and many did. Now that Iris needed to activate her voyeurism-based buffs, it was where she headed immediately. The landscape around the portal reminded her a little of that first-person roleplaying game of the 2000s where portals to hell opened all over the land and various demons poured through; blasted land, a portal of stone that glowed a fiery red, showing visions of a lava-soaked dimension where little grew and no mortals could survive for long.

Outside of it, the hellhounds – black-furred and horned slim canines with beautiful ebon cocks that seemed to always be ready – were only in the single-digit levels. Iris was well past that, but the newcomers trying to do the quest weren’t. She spotted a heavily armored but low-level bunny trying to fight one off, and it didn’t take much of a genius to see exactly how that fight would end. The thought sent tingles through the serval’s digital body. She activated sneak mode – which was an act distinctly different from actually sneaking the way that one might in real life – and then hid behind some bushes nearby to watch.

“Oh, fancy seeing you here,” someone whispered, and Iris nearly jumped out of her skin. “No, don’t worry, I’m here to watch them too.”

Iris’ hand froze on the handle of her dagger. Next to her was an otter, another rogue going by his black – but very revealing – leather armor, which looked like a crop top and a thong, the latter of which was pulled to the side. The sneaky demeanor reinforced that appearance. He was also naked waist-down, with his cock at half-mast in what seemed to be anticipation.

“Yeah, they always get killed here, so it’s great for farming buffs. And it’s a good excuse to masturbate together with a sexy girl like you,” the otter smirked, a cocky grin on his face. “Don’t pretend that’s not what you’re here for.”

“And you’re not going to stab me in the back and fuck my corpse?” Iris hissed. The otter seemed to be higher level, so if he wanted to, he could. Probably with relative ease.

“Nah, your equipment is worth like half a cockring, and it’d cost me more to repair my weapons. Just relax and get that pussy out,” the other rogue chuckled. “It’s what we’re all here for.”

She, somewhat incensed, heard a yelp as the hellhound pounced the new adventurer. It took some effort, but the wolf managed to tear off her armor enough to reach her pussy with his tongue. She moaned, perhaps not having expected it from a casual online role-playing game, just as Iris hadn’t.

Next to her, the otter leaned back, stroking his firm and throbbing cock shamelessly as he watched. “This is kinda the best part, when the newbie realizes that they’re going to get fucked,” he huffed. “Well, and when they die and you know they’re forced to watch the rest of it, that’s really nice too.”

With a little hesitation, Iris pulled her underwear – which was all she was wearing, as the game usually thought most optimal – aside and touched her slit, only to discover that she was already rather damp. Maybe the voyeurism perk made it hotter to watch, too, she wasn’t sure. Maybe she was just a giant pervert, but soon she was steadily rubbing her clit as she watched the hellhound proceed to have his way with the bunny.

He pounced on top of the heavily armored bunny, mounting her, and thrust his hips. The bunny gave a surprised, almost panicked moan as the hellhound’s sulfurous shaft spread her wide open. Iris couldn’t see all the detail from her vantage point, but knowing exactly how the bunny felt – vulnerable and helpless, with a burning hot cock inside her – still made her flush.

“The newbies never figure out that the best armor is basically nothing, here,” the otter grunted. His hand was already soaked with precum, and looking at him, Iris fought back the urge to ask if she could lick it clean.

The hellhound started really rutting into his bunny prey. The warrior or paladin types, though, had a lot of health, so it’d take him a while. Still, demons had a lot of energy to match, and soon the bunny was moaning, squirming around in her heavy beginner armor. Eventually she collapsed face-down into the dirt as the pleasure robbed her of conscious control of her muscles, though she kept moaning in dissolute bliss. Iris wondered how quickly she’d realize what was about to happen when she came. Certainly, the bunny had already outlasted Iris her first time getting defeated in the game.

“D-don’t feel bad, just enjoy it. Next time it’ll be her watching newbies get fucked,” the otter grunted. And somehow, that was the excuse Iris needed to plunge a finger into herself. Immediately, her pussy clenched around it, reminding the serval of just how horny she was. Soon, she was rather wantonly masturbating while watching the hellhound eagerly violate a total stranger. But it was hot, and it did turn her on like crazy watching that ebon-black hound-cock plunge into the bunny’s slit.

Yet, the hound was getting visibly exhausted, barking and growling as he tried to do his job fucking his victim into oblivion. Low level enemies did, after all, suffer the same limitations as low-level players, and this one seemed barely capable of beating the bunny even after mounting her. His thrusts were already slowing down, and his panting mouth, lined with razor-sharp teeth, was drooling all over the moaning leporine.

“Watch, watch, she’s gonna snuff it,” the otter moaned, clearly getting off even more than Iris was, but his enthusiasm was infectious, and Iris quickly found her chest heaving and her pussy sopping wet as she rubbed herself feverishly to the sight of both hellhound and his victim trying to cling onto consciousness. She was so close already, it was ridiculous; she had never even fantasized about watching, but now that she was doing it, it was like someone left the faucet on inside her.

Suddenly, the bunny gave a choked squeak, and then collapsed onto the ground, her eyes rolled back and then fell closed as the hellhound kept rutting into her, letting out a triumphant howl of his own. This was the actual hottest moment, if you were to ask Iris. Knowing that the bunny was still there, having to watch her limp body get used like a toy, rocked back and forth like a ragdoll by the hellhound and each thrust of his corrupting cock. Her pussy spasmed around her fingers again as she imagined it, the incensed degradation of the very first time it had happened to her, with that stupid wolf.

Nnf. The hellhound’s haunches sped to a frenzied pace, so fast that they were almost a blur as he hammered into the now utterly defenseless bunny, before finally slamming himself – knot and all – into her hard. The bunny’s body, though “dead”, shivered with pleasure as the knot was forced inside her.

As he did, the otter-rogue grunted, and came. Iris turned around to watch him erupt, painting the bush and the warm, dry ground with thick, silvery ropes of his cum as he reached his climax over watching the hellhound finish. Again, Iris had to fight the urge to do something. Something dirty, like pressing her mouth against the tip of his twitching shaft, or maybe do that with her pussy instead. But she didn’t; she had a little more self-control than that. That said, she didn’t have enough self-control to not be pushed over the edge herself by the dual, sexy sights of the hellhound finishing off his victim and the otter spilling his seed.

In just a few seconds, Iris was moaning too, squirming as her pussy clamped down around her fingers to milk them, her warm juices splattering into the dry dirt as she came, biting down on her free hand to avoid making a noise that’d break her stealth.

“Mh,” the otter huffed, watching her thrust her eager fingers into her pussy again and again. “Told you it was good. Fuck, you look so sexy like that… too bad I have a dungeon run scheduled.”

He sounded almost disappointed, but while Iris was still distracted by the surges of pleasure that her overexcited cunt flooded her body with, he took a moment to swipe a finger over those clenching folds to taste her juices demonstratively, curling his tongue around his finger in a way that made Iris blush despite the fact that she was shamelessly cumming in front of a stranger.

With his task done, the hellhound clumsily dismounted the bunny after a few more minutes of grinding into her – ensuring that her disembodied self had no choice but to watch and be embarrassed about how her body was reacting – and then walked towards the portal slowly, on very wobbly legs. Clearly, he’d only barely managed to beat the bunny, and apparently, he had also resisted cumming, going by how hard the bouncing, juice-slick dog-cock tapping against his underbelly was. Probably because of some NPC self-preservation; he must’ve been rather close to death by pleasure. A terribly naughty idea dawned on the sergal.

“Do you want to-” she began, only to realize that the otter was already gone, his higher-level stealth ensuring that Iris never heard him leave. Clearly, he had lost all interest after reaching his climax. All that was left of him was his cum, splattered onto the dry ground and quickly drying, itself.

But Iris, suffering the typical curse of femininity, had not lost either interest or her wetness. She was still drenched and tingly, and the hellhound was right there, both very low level and very exhausted. It wouldn’t stand a chance against her even at full power, but like this – and with her body surging with energy from the voyeurism buff she had received – it’d barely take a touch. There was nothing to gain, so there was no reason at all why she should do it. One experience point and no loot given the enemy’s low level. It was the kind of thing nobody would bother with, unless they were a rogue who simply enjoyed the act of backstabbing a completely helpless and unaware creature

Oh, who was she kidding? She was absolutely going to do it. She was becoming increasingly like her character. This kind of trickery was par for the course. It gave her a rush of power, and it excited her beyond belief. Iris enabled sneak mode again and quickly darted out of the bushes and towards the hellhound. The poor thing never saw her coming, even though she approached it in plain sight, thanks to the buff she had just received. It was a rush to get so close to the dog, smelling like sulfur and brimstone, while it was completely unaware of her presence. Or the fact that her pussy was still bare, caressed by the warm hell-heated air.

He would’ve probably fucked her too, if she had let it. But instead, Iris reached down and wrapped her fingers around the hellhound’s cock. The poor thing responded with a confused growl-whine, and then immediately throbbed hard in the serval’s hand at the very first gentle stroke. Tainted demon-cum erupted from his cock, which pulsed almost as if in a frenzy, and the hellhound toppled over like a sack of potatoes, falling onto his side as Iris revealed herself and continued milking his overstimulated cock.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” she said, grinning and massaging the hound’s balls with one hand while caressing him, ensuring that the orgasm went on for long enough to do the job, especially with her bonuses to backstabs, which this – for some reason – counted as. The hound, who couldn’t understand a word she said, wheezed, gave a final pleasured, blissful grunt, and then died. Purely on impulse, Iris collected a small vial of the cum, which was a potent aphrodisiac, and stashed it away. Not that aphrodisiacs were in any kind of short supply in LootQuest, but she had started to develop a sense for how things were connected. Maybe she’d have a user for it later.

She spent a little longer stroking the “dead” hellhound until his cock completely stopped twitching, even if it never went fully soft. In just a few minutes, he’d emerge from the portal again, as good as new, but that didn’t make the act of milking dry that cooling, autonomously reacting body and its plump pair of balls feel any less deliciously deviant and perverted. By the time she stopped, the hellhound was already fading out.

She blew it a little kiss, walked a little distance away from the portal, and began to think of the next step of her plan for today. She had to catch that mount. Not every player got a hippogryph as their mount, but they were some of the most prized and hated mounts around. Some mounts were easily tamed in comparison. Wolves were common and easily ridden if you simply gave them food and affection. Pegasi and unicorns behaved more or less like horses. Wyverns, gryphons, and a variety of others were difficult, with esoteric tastes, and hippogryphs were, as a stranger had told of “a giant pain in the ass, seriously, my fucking condolences that you got that one.”

As a rogue, she had to subdue her mount with guile and cunning, unlike warrior types – a warrior acquaintance had told her about how he wrestled his first hippogryph to the ground – and mages, the latter of which had to outsmart theirs with riddles.

Iris glanced at her map. The hippogryph glade wasn’t too far from the capital city, she remembered that much. But there was something wrong with it, she especially remembered that. The people she’d talked with all mentioned how hard the quest would be “now”, but nobody entirely wanted to tell her exactly what was different now as opposed to back then. If she had to guess, it was something to do with the glitchy corruption slowly spreading across the world.

But that made it more interesting, in a way. It gave the world that multi-dimensional structure, as if things were a little more real than they would be in any other game.

The hippogryph grove was the last location that Iris would’ve said was near the city, as in, close enough that wasn’t a multiple day hike on foot. LootQuest was a massive world outside of the beginner zones. Maybe too big, but then, it had been designed with mounts in mind. This was when you truly stopped being a newbie and joined the masses of average players, the serval had heard, so she looked forward to it. It was sort of a rite of passage.

But it was a long walk, barely helped by all the buffs that Iris had received. Since Adrian was busy tonight, she had to do it all alone, which also carried a risk of getting jumped by high-level enemies if she wandered off the main roads. The game was full of traps like that; she remembered that one time with unnecessarily strong crocodiles placed just off the main road, which meant that any weak player who happened to get too close to them while heading to a more level-appropriate quest would get unceremoniously fucked to death. It was a very early-2000s kind of level design that nonetheless resulted in some memorable moments.

As she neared the hippogryph grove, Iris could already sense that odd quality in the air, the feeling that told her that something was wrong nearby. She wasn’t sure if the game was programmed like that – that it was some kind of vibe-based guidance system – or if it was something caused by the glitches that others had reported. Or the ones that Iris had seen herself. She wasn’t sure yet.

What she was sure of was that she was starting to get horny again. She cursed her vivid imagination, already bouncing between imagining herself underneath a big, dominant hippogryph, and reminiscing about watching the bunny with the hellhound. Iris wondered if anyone would be there to watch her get fucked if she lost this one. Not that she had any plans to do so: the walk back would be painful, and as much as she liked the idea of playing with a hippogryph, well, if she did tame one, she could always find the time to play with it later, couldn’t she?

The logic was somewhat sound, at least. It wasn’t as if other LootQuesters didn’t fuck their mounts, their friends, and any enemies that they could subdue. Really, Iris told herself, increasingly convincingly, letting a mount she had bonded with fuck her was in fact just about the most wholesome thing in this world!

Especially if said mount had a beautiful equine cock almost as thick and long as her entire forearm. That’d make it even more wholesome.

The serval shook her head at her own horniness. It was easy to let her mind wander on the road, but she was almost there. She could already see the copse of trees that marked the grove, nestled between two steep cliffs. She could also see that despite the rest of the game being summer-themed – green grass, meadow-flowers, soft rolling cumulus clouds in the sky – as she got closer to the copse, it seemed to shift colors to a more autumnal scheme, red and yellow, with the air growing cold and the sky dark.

That couldn’t possibly be a glitch, could it? It was way too elaborate for that. Maybe elsewhere in the game had weather change mechanics, and they’d simply somehow happened to manifest here, too.

She activated sneak mode and slipped between the trees. By the time she was in the grove, the entire world was dark, quiet, still, and cold. As much as LootQuest could convey cold, anyhow; the haptic feedback was ephemeral and diffuse, other than the sex, which naturally felt amazing. Not that Iris minded; she wasn’t the most interested in feeling what being stabbed felt like. Nor being scorched or frozen by magic. That was for a whole other level of immersionist gamer; she was happy with just the vivid sex and the otherwise rather muted sensations.

There, in the middle of the clearing wandered a hippogryph. And sure enough, something seemed very wrong about it. Though still regal and majestic, the beast was visibly corrupted. Its fur was a very dark shade of a color that Iris couldn’t really describe, an almost inky black, and the feathers a menacing red. Iris hadn’t seen that color scheme before; most the hippogryphs were the natural white and brown, and the rest simply black. The red indeed suggested corruption. The equine cock that stuck out fully hard from its sheath emphasized that notion, but it still made the serval’s mouth water while she silently cursed herself for having become such a colossal slut. Just this once, she had to think of something other than sex and actually finish this quest, but how could she if the beast was corrupted?

At the same time, despite the corruption, the proudly strutting beast wasn’t exhibiting any signs of sapience, wandering the little glade aimlessly, as if following a preprogrammed patrol path. It was, the serval supposed, possible that it was meant to be corrupted in-game, rather than the external glitchiness that seemed to be spreading, but she hadn’t encountered that kind of mechanic either.

Oh, if only Adrian had been here. He’d have known what to do. Iris laid flat in the undergrowth as she thought of how to approach the situation.

Perhaps, she supposed, it was possible to purify the corruption somehow. The first thing that came to mind was killing the hippogryph and allowing it to respawn. That should, she reasoned, result in a fresh version of it. Assuming that the corruption wasn’t part of the story.

You really should learn to read the quest descriptions, Iris admonished herself. She had come to rely on Adrian explaining things to her too much, to the point that she skipped paying attention to the words that appeared on screen when she accepted quests.

But she didn’t have any other idea for what might work, and her stealthiness was still buffed from the earlier “watch party” – as her wet folds reminded her – so it was surely worth at least trying out that approach. She activated sneak mode once again and moved closer, this time actually sneaking. The hippogryph was absolutely massive up close, and she supposed it had to be, so that even bigger characters like Adrian could ride one.

That made it a little intimidating. But it couldn’t see her, not with how high her stealth skill was thanks to the buffs. She made it close enough that she could smell its musk, and then, quickly, darted beneath it to give its erect horsecock a quick stroke before dodging out of the way. The hippogryph squawked in what almost sounded like a moan and spun around looking for whoever had touched it, but saw nobody despite making coincidental eye contact with Iris. She stood perfectly still, waiting for the next opportunity, and that came the instant the beast stopped moving.

Immediately, Iris dove underneath it again, this time squeezing the flared tip of its cock while her other hand quickly gave its heavy balls a tickling caress before she dodged its flailing. This time it roared, expressing a loud, lust-tinged anger at its unseen assailant. Precum drooled from the flared cockhead as Iris watched carefully. It certainly seemed as if the beast was a bit of a quick shot, given how hard and drippy it had gotten from a mere two touches. That meant getting it off would be easy enough.

She just had to hope that it would actually work, because it was the only idea she had.

Again and again, she slipped past the hippogryph’s defenses to give its throbbing cock a quick stroke or two before diving back into the shadows. It never managed to catch her, and soon it was so worked up that it seemed to have no idea what to do other than restlessly pace around, squawking and growling and clawing at the ground with both arousal and frustration. Each time it moved, that meaty cock slapped against its belly, perhaps engorged with the corrupted anger and being completely unable to stop what was happening.

It swiped the air where she had just been, kicking and bucking but eventually burning through that angry energy – or whatever programmed amount of stamina it had – and stopped thrashing. It was close to hitting her a few times, the razor-sharp talons inches away from slicing through Iris’ virtual flesh, but they never did. As far as the hippogryph was concerned, she was like a ghost, a shadow to torment it in the most exquisite of ways.

The next time the serval’s fingers wrapped around its shaft, the hippogryph half collapsed, not at the point of climax yet but too horny for its legs to keep it upright, and so fell over onto its side, panting and squirming, all the corruption in the world not quite strong enough to keep it going. It looked dizzy with pleasure, as if it was moments away from a lethal orgasm.

Iris snuck up one last time, getting the “backstab” bonus – that is, providing an immense amount of pleasure to her victim – as she firmly grasped the hippogryph’s cock before letting her invisibility lapse. The beast squawked angrily at her, but was powerless to do anything, already wildly throbbing under Iris’ knowing caresses.

“Looks like someone’s a bit too excited, let me help,” the serval taunted it, unsure if hippogryphs could understand any of what she said. But she kept stroking, and soon that equine cock was throbbing wildly again, leaking all over itself. That confident, proud, and angry exterior melted away like nothing as she continued pumping, teasing, and even leaning down to lick along the defenseless cock and around the flared glans. “Maybe you’ll cum all that corruption out.”

Another angry squawk. Iris stroked him faster, just in case he happened to recover. She was not equipped for a head-on fight with a hippogryph several times her size. But that would never come up. In just a few motions, she felt its cock throb hard, hard enough that it almost slipped out of her grasp.

“Just give up,” she rumbled. And give up, the hippogryph did. Against its will, the serval brought it to climax, and the pleasure seemed to immediately overcome its defenses. By the instant the first stallion-sized rope of cum erupted from its cock, the beast was already laying limp on the ground, the only muscles still tensing being the ones pumping the cum from its balls. Iris felt a weak pulse, so she kept at it, until the hippogryph was finally covered in its own cum, with the twitches and spasms ebbing to weak little tremors, and then… nothing at all.

“What a good boy you are,” Iris purred. She was half tempted to climb on top of the beast’s cock and ride it, but then again, she had no idea how quick the respawn rates were on these things, or if there was another one hiding somewhere, and if she died at this point it’d be an entire day wasted. She let the hippogryph slowly fade, wiping her cum-soaked hands on the few patches of fur that remained clean enough.

Soon, the body disappeared entirely, and Iris sat down to wait. It took a while, entirely too long, really, but eventually a new hippogryph popped up in the middle of the glade. This one had the traditional colors; white and brown, and while it still stood proud and regal, the aggression seemed to be entirely gone. In fact, the moment it spotted Iris, there was a brief glimmer of something in its eyes. Recognition? That couldn’t be, the average NPCs had no memories that she knew of, and yet, it seemed friendly. It was almost as if it was thankful for what she had done. That is to say, friendly for a hippogryph, which meant it mostly ignored her instead of attacking her the way Adrian had suggested it would.

That told her at least one thing; a respawn seemed to clear a lot of the corruption. Still, she had an actual quest to do. Iris approached carefully. The hippogryph stood there, unthreatening, trying to figure out what she was trying to do. It also somehow managed to look entirely full of itself, looking at Iris like a cat wanting to be serviced.

“So, how do I make you my mount?” she asked out loud, not expecting nor receiving an answer. But she placed her hand on the beast’s warm haunch, and it didn’t seem to mind, though it did snort almost derisively.

“Is that it? Can I like… ride you?” Iris continued pondering. There didn’t seem to be an easy way to mount the beast. “Is it that simple?”

It was not that simple. She expected that the hippogryph would lower itself so she could climb on, but it didn’t do that. From the way it looked at her, the beast expected her to be the mount, if anything. That was something other players had told her, that the hippogryphs were simply too arrogant to serve players by default, and had to be tamed, somehow.

Well, she knew this one’s weakness. Despite the haughty, proud look, and the fact that it showed, she’d already made it cum once. The beast itself probably didn’t know that, so she had the advantage.

“You are going to be my mount, you know,” she warned it. The hippogryph snorted again, and evidently tired of interacting with its savior, turned away.

The instant it did, Iris grabbed its plump, juicy sheath again. With the backstab bonus, the hippogryph’s cock shot up to full hardness almost instantly, a visible tremor shooting through its whole body.

“Being that you’re so easily excited and this quick to cum,” Iris murmured. Her soft fingers began to move again, dancing up and down along the pulsating, hard cock. “I’m going to keep killing you until you submit.”

The beast might not have understood her words, but it understood what she meant. A kick just barely missed the rogue – she felt the air rush past her head – but it only took a couple more strokes before the beast was panting, huffing, and moaning in that birdlike way. Then, a few more, and it went limp, quivering and falling over.

“Not so proud and regal now, are you?” Iris teased. This time, she knew exactly what she was doing. “Be my mount or I’m not going to stop.”

It was, perhaps, not how one was supposed to train their hippogryph, but it worked. The hippogryph gave a rather submissive whine, needy lust filling its entire body and dripping out in the form of slick, warm precum that quickly soaked Iris’ hands again.

“You are gonna cum for me, and quickly,” Iris continued, taunting her future mount. And it was true. True and adorable, how easily the poor hippogryph melted. But it replied only with a defiant squawk, and so she brushed her finger over the slit at the very tip of his engorged shaft, smearing his precum around the flare with her thumb.

And so, the bird came immediately. Just as hard as it had in its corrupted form, if not more so, and the regal exterior once again crumbled to reveal a rather overexcited chick of a beast who came so violently that its heart stopped. It was gone before that magnificent cock even finished throbbing this time, fading into a haze of pleasure with a strangled squeak of a moan.

Iris dutifully milked dry what little remained in the beast’s sack; a few more squirts of warm cum soaked the ground before the body started to fade once again. A couple of minutes later, the hippogryph reappeared in front of her, no worse for wear, though this time that strange look of recognition in its eyes lasted longer.

It was then that a thought occurred to the serval. What if, she supposed, it was the repeated deaths that caused an NPC to develop their limited kind of sapience? The Scaled One was probably the most-killed character in the setting. If not him, then the tutorial boss, the naga. It would make sense that those two had been the first to grow aware of what was happening, if that really was the cause.

That was a thought worth remembering.

But first, she had to actually tame the damn hippogryph. She approached it again, with determination in every step she took.

“Ready to be my mount yet?” she asked, demandingly. “You know what’s going to happen if you don’t. I know you do, from the way you were looking at me just then.”

The hippogryph, of course, didn’t understand her actual words, but once again, the meaning of what she said came across quite clearly. The beast tried to act unconcerned, high and mighty as always, preening its wing-feathers as if not aware of Iris at all. The serval sighed.

“Fine, we’re doing this the hard way, then,” she growled, and pounced the beast. She was expecting at least a little bit of a struggle, but the instant her hands found its sheath, the hippogryph went totally limp again, without even needing the backstab effect to quickly swell up to full hardness.

It was adorable how easily one touch turned it into a whimpering mess.

But this time, Iris knew exactly what she would do; she’d show the beast exactly why it should submit and accept being her mount.

Mounts got ridden. Good ones did, anyway. And by now, the constant sexual torment had gotten Iris so wet that her juices dribbled from behind her enchanted thong. This would be entirely for their mutual benefit. Deftly, the serval pushed the hippogryph onto its back, and the beast obeyed with another pathetic whimper. She then climbed on top of it.

No, at this point, “it” was too impersonal. Her mount had to have a name and personality. She resolved to call him Prince, befitting both the inflated self-importance and how easily he was reduced to a whimpering and submissive little chick the instant his cock was touched. So, Iris pulled her thong aside and then straddled the hippogryph’s cock, letting her slit rub against the length of beautiful, throbbing flesh. This time, they shuddered in unison.

“I take it that means you agree, then,” she huffed, raising herself enough to push the flat crown of the horse-bird’s cock against her puffy slit. “You’ll let me ride you.”

The beast nodded. It was an uncertain, almost unnoticeable gesture, but he did nod. Whether that was a submissive gesture with hippogryphs or whether Prince understood more of what Iris said than she thought wasn’t clear, but by now, she was equally happy either way.

She sat down, groaning at the sheer sensation of sudden fullness and stretching as she took her mount for their first ride together, in a rather different way than what she had originally planned. A much more pleasurable way, she thought, as her inner muscles clenched eagerly around the horse-sized shaft that she’d never have been able to take in real life. The pleasure was exquisite, and she was soaking wet, quickly fucking her way towards a quick and wonderful orgasm, assuming that the thrashing and whining bird could last just a few minutes longer.

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, feeling the newly named Prince tense up underneath her. “Not before me.”

There was only so much her words could do, though, especially with her pussy so eagerly milking the beast’s cock. A regular male would’ve been able to last long after two orgasms, but regular males didn’t respawn fresh and ready to go after being killed by sheer pleasure, either.

Thankfully, Iris wasn’t far behind. With how worked up she was, it only took a few excited bucks of her hips to push herself over the edge, at least with her hand rubbing her clit at a feverish pace. Soon, pleasure washed over her, a split second before she felt the hippogryph’s warmth explode inside her, and her lover go limp in turn as if her pussy had sucked the very life out of him. Life that he continued to deliver in thick, warm gushes.

It made her feel like a succubus, which felt amazing in the throes of her spasming, orgasmic release that left the bird’s front soaked with her juices. And she just kept cumming to the point she was dizzy, as if she, too, was going to pass out and die from the intensity of her ecstasy. And she got close to that too while bouncing and grinding on the dying hippogryph’s cock, once again milking out every last drop of cum – or life – out of the oh-so-proud bird, the raging thunderstorm of pleasure not ending before those final contractions and twitches faded, once more, into a quiet limpness.

She was left sitting there, on top of the body, feeling the last tremors of a pulse fade away while her lover lay underneath her with his tongue hanging out in an expression that conveyed the euphoria that’d killed him quite well. It was sexy, but also silly enough that Iris couldn’t help but giggle as she dismounted him and let most of the cum leak over the spent body while waiting for the respawn. It happened within the usual five or so minutes, and once again, Prince stood there, staring at her as she approached.

This time, the haughty hippogryph immediately lowered himself so that she could climb atop him and ride back home, but naturally, not without the derisive snort, as if the creature still thought himself above her despite being beaten thrice and quite effortlessly. It was better than nothing, Iris mused, before realizing just how high up they were in just a few beats of her new mount’s wings. The view was breathtaking, and real enough that the serval let out an embarrassing squeak.

“Lower, just a little lower,” she ordered Prince, and replying with some kind of huff-chuckle that sounded almost like amusement, he obeyed.

A few hours later, Iris landed back in the capital city with her new, beautiful mount. There wasn’t much in the way of fanfare beyond a few GGs and Grats from the other players, but for Iris, it was a triumph. She could finally continue with the more interesting mid-game quests rather than the absolute beginner stuff!

That, and she had a new, rather handsome lover as her mount, even if his endurance could’ve used a bit of a buff. Maybe there would be some sort of mount perk she could find later so she could enjoy Prince’s cock for a little longer than a minute or two.

And of course, she still remembered that thought from earlier. The little fact that she might have solved the question of how the corruption was spreading across LootQuest, and what led to the NPCs developing persistent memories and sapience. Which might, she thought as she watched Prince preen himself on the fake little balcony of her house, explain the Scaled One’s motivations entirely. Potentially, anyway.

That was certainly a thing. She just had to wait for Adrian to get back online so she had someone to bounce those ideas around with. And to prepare for the newest quest. This one would take her deep into the southern jungles, a place where the locals were constantly fighting off – and trying not to be eaten by – giant snakes.

It didn’t take much foresight to predict that that mechanic, too, would have been corrupted into something deeply sexual, but in that usual strange and perverted LootQuest way, Iris found herself excited by the idea.

She sighed and decided that Prince needed another ride before she logged out. It was important to bond with your mount, after all.