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Kevin had a few hours on a weekend day to kill. There was no doubt what he’d be doing with it.

On the outside, it looked like he was spending it sitting in a chair doing nothing. But the unit on his head was going to ensure that, while his physical form might have been stationary, his mind would be alight with experiences beyond the realm of reality. Immersive VR was a powerful thing…dangerously so, in some ways, as some found it highly preferable to real life. That was why there were limitations on how long one could be under - the units would pull you out after a three-hour period, and lock down for a full twenty hours before allowing one back in again. It wasn’t a perfect mechanism - one could still get addicted to VR, and some people had found illicit ways to extend the activity period, though none had found a way to bypass them completely, or at least no one had ever spoken up about it. But ensuring that one had to spend time in the real world helped reduce the risks.

Of course, that was real time. Perceived time was a different story…those three hours could feel like much more than that, under the right circumstances. Quite a few games used perceived time dilations, trying to stretch out that time from hours to days, even weeks in a few ambitious cases. A few of them went the opposite way, making time feel like it went faster. Kevin much preferred the former, it was much better feeling like he spent more time in worlds he found preferable, even if he actually wasn’t. And there was one world he liked more than the rest.

Dark Realms. The name might have sounded generic, but the game was anything but. It was a sprawling open-world fantasy RPG, a behemoth of a game which offered a ton of content even in the base game…but even above that, its main draw was the community content generation. Players could construct their own storylines for others to participate in, and create mods to introduce still more into the game, all with the full-on blessing of the developers. There wasn’t a whole lot of regulation of this, but at the very least modded content was only available to those who had the mods - others wouldn’t see it if they didn’t have the appropriate mod installed, so they wouldn’t be subject to anything they didn’t want to be. The mods were Kevin’s favorite part, he loved trying out new ones and recommending them, or panning them if they turned out to be bad. New creatures, new items and equipment, new storylines and questlines, even new environments, it made the game something he could come back to and have a new experience with constantly.

As he was getting the game loaded up, he was sifting through his list of untested mods, debating over which one to try. Some of them were pretty obvious, stating what they said pretty specifically in the name; others were more ambiguous in title, leaving it sort of a mystery as to what you would get. Those could be dicey, but Kevin kind of liked them, it was like a game within a game trying to find out what he would get. His eye caught one of those ones - simply titled Consequences For Failure. What that meant, he could only guess, but he activated it anyway, curious to see if he could solve it without too much trouble.

With mod selected, he was ready to load a character. There were quite a few to pick from, he’d made a ton of different characters for different situations and different mods in many cases. After some thought, he picked a fairly basic fighter, at a moderate level. Certainly not his best character, but there was a chance that the key for this mod was losing a battle - after all, Consequences For Failure could have meant for HIM failing. Of course, he was still going to try not to lose…there weren’t really any consequences for losing normally, not unless you were playing on specific settings, but Kevin didn’t like permadeath so he didn’t bother with that. He had a backup of the character, as he did with all of them, just in case a mod did something that was really nasty to his character…he was pretty sure it wouldn’t implement permadeath, since that was a native option, but people could be very imaginative in how to screw others over.

All was good to begin with, though - no clear indicators of anything right at the outset. He closed his eyes as the world shifted around them…when he opened them again, he was in Betlin, one of the many towns within the Dark Realms, like he had lived there all his life. His character was set for adventure, all he needed to do was find one…and, mindful of needing to at least risk a lose condition, he wanted to make sure it was one that would give him a fair bit of challenge. A quick jaunt over to the quest board, which had no shortage of opportunities - quite a few of them manufactured by other players, challenges that could certainly prove daunting even to a seasoned pro with a top-level character. Kevin didn’t look so high as that, but a good candidate soon caught his eye. A simple quest, probably native-game, a surprisingly high bounty to take down a champion lizardman in a mire partway across the map. Intelligent humanoids were always trickier, and champions of that kind the trickiest of the trickier - and this one was at a level somewhat higher than Kevin was, meaning that it would put him through his paces. But if he lost, at least he’d be able to see if that was a trigger - so in essence it was a win of some sort. So he took the bounty, and readied himself for the trip, eager to see if he could best a superior adversary on paper with nothing more than his experience and skill.

———

The jaunt to Revenus Mire was uneventful, as Kevin predicted. There weren’t a lot of enemies on the route that were anywhere close to strong enough to challenge him, and a lot of the ones that were more intelligent simply stayed away from him. It was a convenience in the game, random battles were more of a nuisance than anything when nothing was a real challenge to you…if you were that intent on clowning on random enemies, going into dens would keep enemies from getting away from you. That wasn’t Kevin’s interest, he liked to take on enemies at his level or above, and he was happy not to have the intrusions.

The mire itself was a bit more of an issue - there weren’t tons of enemies in there, but they were less interested in avoiding him, and he had to take some swings at them. They were more dangerous than the field enemies, but still not that much of a risk to him…he was taking some chip damage from the giant bugs and bog beasts, but a few light healing potions were more than enough to handle that, and his mace was laying devastating hits on everything else. This wasn’t the real test, though…the real test was his bounty, the champion lizardman. It wasn’t far now, that lizardman could only have been in the center…he was as ready as could be as he approached the central area, steeling himself for the fight to come.

As he stepped into the grassy arena, his opponent was standing at the other end. A muscular, deep-green-scaled reptilian figure, taller than he was, with a menacing look in his golden slitted eyes. He was carrying a heavy wooden club and shield, and wearing nothing - a surprisingly meager outfit for a champion, usually they were decked out in a lot more equipment than most of their compatriots. Far inferior to Kevin’s for sure, who had metal armor, a very modern metal shield and mace, and other protective gear…it looked like a huge mismatch. But Kevin wasn’t fooled into complacency - he could sense an aura around the lizardman, he was vastly more protected than he looked, empowered by some force that would make him a formidable foe without any advanced gear. Maybe a devotee of one of the natural gods…there are some that strengthen you based on NOT having a lot of gear. I don’t think I’ve seen much of that in enemies before…maybe that’s part of the mod.

The lizardman hissed at him, approaching with his shield held in front of him, club poised to strike. Kevin matched that with his own stance, readying himself to attack. His first move wasn’t an attack, though, but a dispelling skill, targeting the lizardman’s aura…it didn’t have any effect, not that he thought it would, but he had to try. This gave his foe an opening, and the lizard leapt at him, swinging that club hard at him…he blocked with his shield, but Kevin felt the impact nonetheless, damage registering despite the block. That aura increased attack AND defense, then…that was trouble, it was a lot of passive enhancement that Kevin couldn’t do anything about.

He could at least improve his own stats, though…he channeled a powerful buff into himself, building up his own offenses and defenses, trying to level the playing field a bit. He lunged and swung with his own mace, getting a block from the lizardman’s shield but some damage still leaking through. That was his way through, it seemed…but then, unexpectedly, the lizardman raised his club up, and sent a burst of energy over the field. It didn’t do damage, but Kevin felt that empowerment fade away, and a dull gray clouded his vision briefly. Intrinsically, he knew what it was - that technique had wiped his buffs and put a block on them being reapplied. What a hell of a strategy…this is stuff you don’t usually see out of creatures who don’t live ‘advanced’ lives. I wonder where this one picked it up?

If he thought he was done with the surprises, though, Kevin was in for a rough time. After trading dodged swings, the lizardman suddenly glowed, and ambushed Kevin with a leaping swing that he barely blocked - but even the block didn’t mean much, the way he was pummeled he was knocked over and had to scramble back to his feet. He didn’t know how much damage it did - he chose to go without a HUD, it was more distracting than helpful in the midst of combat for him - but there were still warnings in the slight red haze. Did he just power up? Oh, man, that is NOT good…if he can buff himself but I can’t, that’s gonna be game over for sure. He looked around for an escape route, but the foliage had covered up the entrance, and he knew there was no way to get through it…it was not looking good for the good guy.

His distraction gave the lizardman another opening, but once again, what happened defied Kevin’s expectation. Another burst of light, and suddenly Kevin’s vision went white…it cleared again after a few seconds, but left an uncomfortably exposed feeling over him. As he looked down, he yelped - where he had been plenty protected before with his armor, now he was clearly not - and not protected with anything else, either, as his nude body was clearly on display. This wasn’t at all what he’d expected! That sort of thing wasn’t native to Dark Realms, everyone was always covered in the base game, the most risqué it got was swimwear, and even that was cosmetic and clearly not for combat. Of course, there were plenty of modders who’d introduced nudity and sexuality in their works, and those had no shortage of popularity…Kevin had nothing against that in general, but it wasn’t his particular interest, he played the game to play the game. The only rule about them was that they had to be rated R18…Kevin hadn’t seen such a restriction on this one. He’d have to talk to someone about the mislabeling once he got out of this.

But if there was a loss condition, he was all but guaranteed to face it now. His stats were pretty noticeably reduced without the buffs granted by his equipment, and he found he was under an equipment lock - he still had everything in his inventory, but he couldn’t access it. The lock made it so he couldn’t have anything except what his opponent had, a weapon and shield…almost a laughably feeble attempt at giving him faint hope. Even though his mace and shield were no slouch in combat, he was facing a creature who towered over him by a foot and a half, had twice his muscle at least, and was being boosted by some kind of blessing that only made him stronger over time…now would have been the time to parlay if he could, but Kevin knew there was no point. You could only negotiate with verbal humanoids, any that were nonverbal were incapable of being talked down…it wasn’t a function of intelligence, any humanoid could have verbal and nonverbal variants, including humans themselves. It influenced thought patterns and actions considerably, Kevin knew from experience - he had played some nonverbals before, everything was different in that perspective, and most importantly, you pretty much ignored words completely unless it was from someone familiar and trusted. No, fighting would be the only way out here - and likely losing the fight, at that.

Rarely had Kevin actually felt intimidated before…that was what being nude did, he could be outclassed by more but if he felt like he was in his best zone he’d be more fired up and thrilled. This was the opposite of that, and that champion lizardman was really making him nervous. It leapt in and swung at him again, and he barely managed to avoid it…he tried to return with a blow of his own, but the lizardman barely reacted even though he caught it straight in the thigh. That earned him a kick to the chest which hit hard, and he felt extra pain from those claws - no blood, that was another mod setting he had no interest in, but it didn’t mean it didn’t feel like it should have drawn blood. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he saw another glow in the lizardman, another level of empowerment, and his next attempt to whack him with a mace saw the lizardman block it effortlessly. He was pushed back, stumbled a bit, and by the time he regained his footing, that club was already coming for his face. Crashing into the side, his vision went bright red as he was flung to the ground, mace and shield flying off to the side as he was downed. Up come words he’d seen his share of times, occluding his dimmed vision. [YOU HAVE FALLEN]

Nothing for it but to trigger the respawn…but as Kevin did, something odd happened. His vision cleared, but instead of being returned to town, he was still in the mire, still naked and unable to move apart from just being able to look around. The lizardman was still standing over him…he cast aside his club and shield, looking down at Kevin with a hunger that alarmed him. What the hell was going on? This definitely wasn’t part of the game…his eyes widened as another not-part-of-the-game made itself known, a red tube of flesh with pointed nubs dotting it, looking obscenely long and thick.

This was DEFINITELY an adult mod.

And not one he was interested in indulging, at that! Kevin tried to pause the game, but that option wasn’t making itself available - he couldn’t bring up a menu or anything, it was like everything was locked down. The reptile grabbed him, hauled his limp body up and pinned the human’s back against his chest, arms and legs both held tight in a lock in the lizardman’s powerful arms, that cock pressing dangerously close to his ass, ready to break in open…he was panicking a bit now, he couldn’t really be ‘damaged’ by that but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be an ordeal! His last desperate effort to escape this was trying to initiate an emergency kickout, which would remove him from the VR immersion entirely - cutting off his fun for the day, but better that than this not-fun he was about to get…he expected a rather jarring awakening into the regular world, but that wasn’t what he got - instead he got a pause in the action, the world around him going dark and freezing momentarily as words appeared in front of him.

[EMERGENCY KICKOUT HAS BEEN DISABLED FOR THE DURATION OF THE GAME OVER SEQUENCE

THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES FOR FAILURE]

Kevin only had a moment to contemplate that before the world returned to full brightness, and suddenly he felt a massive dick slam into him, making him cry out as he was forced open rather brutally. The lizardman wasn’t going easy on him, nor did he have to - Kevin could and would take everything, there were no ways out of it, no one could rescue him and he couldn’t save himself from it - he was condemned to take this dick until the game had decided he’d been punished enough. He could feel it going so deep inside him, deeper than anything had any right to do so roughly…he could feel the rubbing of each of those pointed nubs, dragging along his inner walls like they were clawing at him…he could swear he could feel the savage glee in the creature using him, could feel that pounding heart against his back, hear the triumph in his growls and cries as he claimed his victory.

All of that could have been expected…what Kevin wasn’t expecting, couldn’t have been expecting, was for it to feel GOOD.

Not that it didn’t hurt - there was a definite hurt in there, an ache and pain deep within him from the savage ravaging. But mingled in with it was an unbidden pleasure that refused to be overridden, forcing euphoria into him where he was expecting only torment. The chaotic mix of feelings was unimaginable, Kevin surely didn’t want this…but, if the mod had made it so that pain was tuned down and pleasure was tuned up, his wants didn’t enter the equation, he was nothing more than a puppet to those feelings, unable to change them. And as each harsh thrust drilled into him, every time that cock speared to its deepest depths, it made that pleasure just a little bit stronger and the pain a little bit duller.

Enough so that Kevin’s eyes widened again as he felt his own cock stirring and stiffening. No…I can’t, I can’t be getting hard to being raped! I can’t enjoy this! But his protests seemed not to be shared by the rest of him, which was starting to feeling more of a buzz than an ache, the lizardman’s preseed seeping into him and leaving a strange tingle that was bizarrely enjoyable. His face started to flush, his cries started to waver into a meld of bliss and anguish, as he realized the ignominy - not just being raped, but being humiliated by getting off to it. If this was the consequence of failure, someone had a VERY warped idea about it!

That warping seemed to be ruthlessly effective on him, though. Burning with embarrassment only seemed to enhance the pleasure side of the rape…he could swear even the pain was making it feel better at this point, like there was no escaping the ecstasy that was being pounded into him. The stretch was sublime, the nubs rubbed wonderfully, the intense force was intensely arousing him…his own cock was hard, leaking, and he was praying that no one could see this, that it wasn’t one of those mods that had a feed somewhere, showcasing his response to the depravity being inflicted on him - no one would accept that he wasn’t into it if they saw this! And even that wasn’t making it easier for him to try to show some kind of distress, it all seemed to be confined inside him, that humiliation fierce within him yet unable to breach the surface.

The lizardman certainly didn’t care - Kevin was just a cocksleeve for him, and he was using him quite thoroughly. He started to pound harder, his grip tightening, pressing Kevin more against that wall of muscle…he’d never FELT the raw power of one of these creatures in this way before, it was entirely different from combat against them, this was far more intimate, far more carnal. He couldn’t get his mind off of it, that overwhelmingly powerful body conquering him without resistance, that fat cock slamming in and stretching him like it was trying to ruin him, a display of primal power that made him feel insignificant…stripped of all the fancy gear, Kevin was nothing compared to him, it was laughable that he’d even think there was some sort of parity between them. This was where he really belonged, speared on the cock of his reptilian better, serving him like a good bitch should…

Kevin wasn’t thinking about where the thoughts were coming from, he was too wrapped up in the conflicting arousal and humiliation, too fixated on the creature taking him as he slammed in hard, readying to loose his seed inside of his human victim. Just as he was about to, though, Kevin beat him to the punch - a long, embarrassed and amorous cry escaping from him as his seed jetted out onto the grass in front of him, a clear sign of total surrender to the victor of their match. The lizardman was set off by Kevin’s spasming body squeezing down on him, and a feral cry tore from him as Kevin was very suddenly giving a crude flushing out, heavy torrents of seed pumping into him, leaving an unmistakable stickiness and warmth within him, soaking his innards in lizard spunk and leaving a final humiliating mark on Kevin. The pleasure still exceeded it, though, and that was what lingered as his vision started to darken again, sending him spiraling into unconsciousness with the reptile still defiling him.

———

At first glance, everything seemed to be normal again.

Kevin reawoke in Betlin, with no sign of anything untoward having happened. His gear was back on as if it had never been removed from him, his body showed no outward signs of having been used. It was almost weird, having all this normalcy after what had happened…the memory of it, though, was certainly not an illusion, he could almost swear he could feel the ghost of the lizard’s spunk in him. Just thinking about that made him redden…he had to have looked so slutty, so easy. The idea that someone could have seen him like that, could have thought this was something he wanted…he felt almost a burning need to prove that that wasn’t the case.

Perhaps he would have the chance…the bounty for the lizardman was still in his quest list, almost taunting him. He knew what to expect now, at least…it was going to be a heavy challenge, one that he wasn’t entirely sure how to approach, not with everything the lizard could do to him. Perhaps it would have been better to cancel it and cut his losses, but something in him didn’t want to…he didn’t want to let this one beat him. He wasn’t sure why he felt so strongly about it, but he did, and he was going to make sure he figured it out. After all, SOMEONE had to figure out how to beat this mod, right? So that they could advise the next person who came across it unexpectedly…

On a hunch, though, he went back to the quest board. He had a feeling about something…and that feeling turned out to be right, there were a few more items on the quest list that seemed oddly similar. A champion werewolf in the Turtetta Forest, same level as the lizardman. A champion boarman in the Cetra Flats, same level as both of them. A champion salamander in the Pyrrhic Valley, same level…he’d seen the listings but hadn’t really looked hard at them before, but now that he was, he knew, this had to have been a a quest list specific to the mod. All of them looking for solo challengers, all of them higher than usual bounties, all of them lacking in details…maybe all of them with similar empowerments and gimmicks. Kevin knew he could find out, could learn more about how this mod worked, and how to turn the tables on it and come out victorious…he wouldn’t be raped and humiliated again, he’d show this mod exactly what he had.

It never occurred to him to question the thoughts that set him on the path of frequent defilement, that kept him seeking out the thing he insisted he didn’t want…the subtle mental manipulations that had already infiltrated him would continue to go unrecognized. There were consequences for failure, after all, but they weren’t just the ones that he could easily notice…