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The Beta-Testers Chapter 3: Quest Rewards By Draconicon

Three times, Rumiir had thought about leaving the arena and trying some of the other quests. Three times he'd changed his mind, and gone back up to fight, chopping through NPCs and other players alike as he figured out the rules of his character class, and found out what moves worked and which ones were only filler.

After almost a day solid spent fighting, the blue and white dragon felt that he had figured it out. At least, as much as he could at his new level. For example, a straight thrust, combined with the skill Coup de Gras would finish most any player that let him get close enough to hit with the first attack, and the bloody mess that it left behind mimicked what he'd seen on the battlefield surprisingly well.

Rumiir turned his sword to the side and left his latest victim to fall to the arena floor, his body shimmering before disappearing, though the blood remained. The announcer shouted loud enough to fill the stadium, and he looked around as NPCs and players alike watched.

"And we have a winner. For the fourth and final round of the day, Rumiir the Bloody has won the arena tournament. All hail the Dragon! All hail the Dragon! All hail the Dragon!"

Shaking his head, the blue dragon put his sword over his shoulder and started walking back to the locker rooms, or the closest thing that they had, he supposed. He left the sandy, blood-soaked circle behind, and descended into darkness.

Torches lined the hallway as he made his way along, ducking his head down in the small, cramped quarters. It made it too easy to slide in on himself, to start thinking about everything that was going on in the arena, and how easy it was to keep killing people.

You'd think I'd still have some shock left in me, he thought as he made his way along. Guess more of it was beaten out in training than I thought.

That wasn't entirely fair. Just because he'd been trained for close quarters combat by the military, as well as in other styles of fighting, didn't mean that he'd lost his ability to be shocked by dead people. He still had a small reaction whenever the fountains of blood started squirting up around his blade, though if he was honest with himself, it was diminishing further and further the more he stuck around and killed people.

It was so easy, too. Even though the game was supposed to balance people out when it came to different backgrounds and skills in real life, he was finding openings that he swore other players would. He felt the dice rolling in his head every time, and he doubted that his character was built well enough to allow for the various wins he'd been getting. There were probably a number of circumstantial variables that were getting added on in addition to his character's bonuses, and if that was the case, the game was less balanced than the developers probably realized.

The dragon paused, reaching down to his waist. Unlike most of the people that he was dealing with in the arena, who were using either light armor or standard clothes for protection, he kept to a loincloth. It was easier to move around in, didn't weigh him down as much as his armor, and he had plenty of protection with his sword and his scales. The natural armor that came from picking a dragon was something he hadn't seen when he'd picked the species, admittedly, but it was definitely coming in handy.

He rooted around at the loincloth band until he came to the invisible space that seemed to house his inventory. It popped up like a list of grocery store items, and he flicked through it until he found the entry marked 'journal.' Pulling it out, he made a note of the advantages he'd been finding for himself, and the supposition that the game probably would be unbalanced if people could get so many momentary buffs just from thinking smart.

A little part of him hesitated about reporting it, but finding bugs and testing the game were his current orders. If he didn't fulfill those, what kind of job was he doing?

Shrugging, he finished writing his little note and closed the menu, everything dropping back where it was supposed to be as he carried on.

It was more of a bathing chamber than a locker room, and Rumiir grunted as he put his sword down against the wall. One of the arena servants, some little runt of a mouse, started walking over to take it, but stopped as he growled.

"Don't."

That was all he needed to say, and the rodent backed off. Shaking his head, he still kept an eye on the mouse as he walked towards the bubbling waters in the middle of the room.

It was like a hot spring, except it seemed to do a great deal of healing and rejuvenation for any fighter that stopped to use it for a little while. He stuck a scaly toe in it, and shook his head. Barely warm, for him. He wondered if that was a dragon thing, or if it was another small bug that would get fixed later, when they had the chance to standardize temperatures.

Even so, it was better than nothing, and he flicked off his loincloth before splashing into the water. It came up around him, buoying him as he floated in the bubbling froth, leaning his head back and letting himself relax.

Or, at least, trying to.

Order, orders, orders. Why so many orders...

Rumiir shook his head as he opened his eyes to slits, and nothing more. He swore that the world was getting more and more messed up by the day, when it came to the military actually ordering him to spy on a game company.

What do they expect me to find in this, missile commands or something? Or is it just that the eggheads back there got lazy and fell behind? He grumbled, gritting his teeth as a small growl started growing louder and louder in the back of his throat. Seriously? They want me to spend over a week figuring out what they're doing here? Couldn't they have just requisitioned something, or...

The dragon turned his head to the side, dunking himself into the water. It wasn't much, but at least holding his breath gave him something else to focus on. He could work on what he was supposed to do, later. At least it was a vacation from dealing with the lieutenant and captain back at his base.

He swam around in the hot spring for a while, trying to let his thoughts fade away. He had almost succeeded when he heard someone small clearing their throat, and opened one eye.

"What is it?"

It was the mouse from earlier. That, or his twin brother. Rumiir rolled onto his back again, not altogether bothered by the way his dick floated on the water as much as the rest of him. Nor did he miss the way the rodent looked at it before glancing away with a blush.

"We, um, wanted to bring your reward."

"For what?"

"Completing the Arena, of course. The champion...the champion gets a big reward for making it all the way through."

"Yeah? Just put the money down here."

"O-of course, sir, but...but there's something else, as well."

"Uh huh. Look, I don't really care right now. Why don't you just put whatever it is down, and I'll take a look at it later."

"Pardon me, Champion, but I can't...I can't quite put it down. It's not that sort of reward."

The dragon arched an eyebrow at that, looking up at the mouse more properly. He glanced back at one of the other doors in the room, the one that didn't lead either out to the arena or back to the city. It was open, for the first time, and he lifted his other eyebrow in response.

"Alright...I'll bite. What do you got?"

"L-let me show you..."

The mouse whistled, and the door opened the rest of the way. To Rumiir's surprise, a dozen females and a half dozen males spilled out, ranging from small, curvy vixens and foxes to large dragons and dragonesses. There were two females of every species and one male, and they swayed all the way over to him.

It was a little surprising to see them all in such a state of undress, as well, as they were wearing nothing more than thong bottoms, and the males must have been tiny indeed, considering that there was so little of a bulge down there. The dragon looked back at the mouse, and wordlessly demanded an explanation.

In response, the mouse gestured, and all eighteen scantily clad individuals turned around, getting down on all fours and putting their tails up in the air. Rounded ass cheeks, muscled ones, hard, curvy, flat; every type that he could imagine were put on display for him, and in the case of the ladies, their thongs didn't quite cover them, only splitting those lovely nether lips apart and letting him have a glance at their wet insides.

His cock was already starting to harden in the water when all eighteen of them, in unison, reached back and started pulling their thongs down, exposing their twitching tailholes. None of the males pulled it down any further than that, while the females tugged them down a little bit further, just enough to expose slits and vents, dripping and wet in all cases.

By the time he rolled over and stood up, his cock was rock hard.

"This is...mine?"

"Well, it is, um, the Champion's, sir. As long as you stay the Champion -"

"I see. I'll definitely have my work cut out for me..."

"You...you're only supposed to take one, though..."

"I will only take one."

One at a time, he thought with a chuckle, getting out of the pool. The water had rejuvenated him, he could tell that much. Though he wasn't paying much attention to his health and other stat bars, he definitely felt like his stamina was back up, and his cock was throbbing with enough energy that he was sure that he could make it work without even trying.

He came up behind one of the dragonesses, a red-scaled one that looked very plump and curvy from behind. Not quite overweight, but like someone had pumped a great deal of size into that rear. He grabbed it, squeezing her ass cheeks, and he could feel how soft and cushioned they were, how plump and ready they were.

"Heh...very nice...very, very nice."

"Mmmm, do you like it, Champion? Do you want me?"

"I want all of you...and I plan to have all of you."

He pushed her thong down the rest of the way, sliding a finger deep into that dripping vent of hers. Immediately, it started clenching down on him, and he smiled at just how much tightness she still had. Either she hadn't been fucked much, or she got it back to normal tightness every time the game generated her. Either way, he liked it.

Pulling his finger back, he gave her ass a good smack, making it bounce as she yelped.

"Got a name?"

"Velira..."

"Well, Velira, I'm going to make sure you scream mine. It's Rumiir, by the way."

"Ru-miiiiiiir!"

She moaned for him as he rammed three fingers into her at once, working her open bit by bit. Her pussy clenched down on him, barely stretching wide enough for him to fit all three in. She squirmed, her toes curling as he started fucking her fast and hard with his fingers, making her drip all over the floor. Rumiir grinned, his other hand busy groping and squeezing her ass, even as his cock throbbed with need for her.

But he ignored it. For now, it was all about her...all about showing her how much she would need him in the future.

He pulled his fingers back, sniffing them and moaning softly at the smell of that desperate, needy pussy. Leaning forward, the dragon flicked his tongue over her vent, flicking it open as she trembled for him. It didn't take any effort to slide his tongue into her, and she arched her back like a bitch in the middle of breeding.

That's it...that's it...get into it, girl, he thought as he worked his tongue over her insides. There were no dice here, no randomness that he had to worry about. All he needed was his own skills, and that he had in spades.

He rubbed at her clit as she wiggled her hips, pushing back against his face as she begged for more. She was dripping all over him, leaving his snout a soaking mess, and he only pushed harder, nudging her to get wetter. The end of his snout parted her vent, letting him lick deeper, further, the forked tips of his tongue working further and further into her.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the mouse NPC looking away, but the blush on his cheeks showed that the rodent wasn't entirely unaware. A good piece of coding, that; the awareness of an 'award' being taken wasn't something everyone would have thought of.

Then he brought his attention back to her, feeling her tensing and shaking around him as he pushed her closer and closer to her climax. He brought two fingers down to her clit, working it over again, and again, even going so far as to pinch it -

"OOOOOOOH!"

She moaned and roared, and a blast of fire shot out of her mouth, scorching the rocks on the far side of the room. Rumiir pulled back, but he didn't stop rubbing and squeezing her clit, pushing her to go as far over the edge to orgasm as he could. She kept squirming under him, trying to pull away and trying to mash her pussy against his hand at the same time. He loved it, and kept rubbing her for as long as he could.

Eventually, she gave up, panting and flopping down on the ground. Only his grip on her clit kept her hips in the air, and he chuckled.

"Heh...I told you that you'd scream."

"T-thanks...Rumiir..."

"Mmm, stay right there, girl."

He walked down the line, passing up the dragoness and the purple dragon, and went down to the lizard-men further down. In this case, a lizard-woman, whose ass cheeks he parted. His cock throbbed as he ground it against her pussy, getting it nice and wet from how soaked she was.

"Mmmm, did you enjoy the show, little scaled bitch?"

"I did sir. It looked like she had fun."

"Well, so are you."

"B-b-but sir, I said -"

"I'm the Champion, and these girls need it. Look at them."

"I...I think -"

"Heh, you can think all you want. But why don't you just grab Velira there, and see if you can keep up with what I just did?"

The dice again. They started rolling in his head, some sort of speech or diplomacy or something. He shook it off, ignoring the results as he aimed his cock at the scaly ass beneath him. The slick head rubbed at her pucker, getting nice and situated, before he slowly started sliding it in. She tensed up beneath him, her hole squeezing his cock head all the tighter, but the dragon smirked to himself. It was going in, one way or another.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, slowly, feeling her muscles lose stamina as she tried to keep them tensed. Bit by bit, his cock slid a little further into her asshole, and bit by bit, she started gasping and shivering from being opened up, until -

Pop! In it went, and the little lizard beneath him gasped in shock. It only made him harder, and the dragon groaned at how tight she felt around his dick. She was only about two thirds the size of the dragoness, of course, but that was a lot of size difference. He slowly pushed in deeper, savoring the feeling of her tightness around his cock...and how very warm she was in her tailhole.

She squeezed him hard with every inch that he pushed in, and he patted her hips as she seemed to welcome him deep inside of her.

"Hehehe...who's a good girl..."

"Mmmmmph...so....big..."

"Hehehe, you can take it well..."

He pulled back, looking down at the way her rim pulled back with his body. She was so tight that it was clinging to his cock the whole time, not holding itself a bit open the way a more used hole might be, or how it would look over a smaller cock. As he pulled back, her hole stretched back with him, and when he slammed in -

"AH!"

She squealed and whimpered as he fucked her, taking his time to go in and out, in and out. Back and forth, using as much of his cock as he could every time. Soon enough, she rocked back to meet him, slamming her scaly, flat ass back against him and taking his cock in deep.

Rumiir growled under his breath, his balls feeling like they were slowly drawing up. His grip tightened on her, pulling her onto his shaft faster, faster, making her bounce and shake. He felt her little shivers of pleasure, felt the way her pussy clenched down every time he hilted. It was on empty air, and it was just a bit of motion against his balls, but he could still feel it, and he still loved it.

He leaned forward as he felt his orgasm coming, and he growled deep in her ear.

"Mine...you understand that? Mine..."

"Yours...all...yours..."

The submission, the utter earnestness in her voice, was enough to push him over the edge. Rumiir growled, his teeth dragging across her shoulder as he came, spilling his load deep inside of her. It was thick, hot, and plentiful, and it didn't take long for her hole to start oozing back against him, particularly as he popped his cock back out of her rump.

She'd been very clean. Very clean indeed.

He turned to see if the mouse would be causing any trouble, but the rodent was already humping away at the hopelessly oversized cunt that was Velira's sex. He chuckled, shaking his head as he dunked one hand into the hot spring. A quick rinse, and his cock was clean as could be.

Rubbing his hands together, he looked up and down the line. Who would be next...

Three hours later...

Rumiir left the arena for the first time in the day, and walked down the streets of the city in the dark. Though the game gave him plenty of illumination - that was one facet of realism they didn't seem to go for - he still knew that it was supposed to be dark. The stars above were definitely brighter than they ordinarily would be, and he knew that they were probably something else that would be tweaked before the game was released.

Despite that, he rather liked the feeling of being in this illuminated darkness. It was calming...and he could use that after that long orgy of a fuck-fest.

Who knew that a line of holes would take it out of you that much...

He rubbed at his crotch through his loincloth, shaking his head a few times. He had only gotten through nine of the eighteen before he had to take a break, and that had been the moment the mouse had been waiting for. The girls and guys were taken away, and he had to earn them back tomorrow.

Well, at least it gave him something to do.

Rumiir was about halfway back to the clan house - Fred's Flight, it was called - when he heard something. He turned -

And took a dagger in the shoulder. The fighter ducked back, groaning as he grabbed for his sword with one hand and held the wound with the other, shaking his head. It wasn't that bad, but damn, it hurt. He wasn't used to being the one taking the hits.

Four dogs stepped out of the alley, each one baring teeth, and two with daggers. The other two kept their weapons too low and in darkness for him to see, and he shook his head a few times.

"You don't want to mess with me. It ain't a good night for it."

"Yeah? Well, look who got the first hit, huh?"

The dog doing the talking gestured with his knife.

"Whatever you got, throw it on the ground, and we'll let you walk out of here alive. Otherwise, we're gonna rip you to shreds and then go through what you got."

He shook his head, bringing his other hand down to his sword. The dogs chuckled, their knives coming up as they started circling around him, making him look from one to another. There was no time to back up to keep them from coming from behind; he needed to end this fast.

Rumiir charged forward, his head down as he slammed his shoulder into one of the dogs. They went back, knocked down by his Charge skill, and he ducked under one of the others, dodging a blow. No time to strike, as he had to bring his sword around to block one of the other dogs - the ones that had hung back were using swords, it seemed - before kicking one of the others as they came rushing in.

Thirty seconds later, and the battle wasn't looking good. He'd killed one of the bandits, but he didn't have the breathing room to use his sword to the fullest capability. It was a long two-hander, and they kept crowding him so that he could barely block, let alone do anything else.

_Fuck, fuck, fuck. And this was going so well, too.

Swft._

Suddenly, one of the dogs keeled over, clutching his neck before he did. As one of the others turned to look, Rumiir took the opening he had and swept his tail out, knocking both of the canines off of their feet and sending them to the ground.

One dodged his decapitation attack, but no sooner had he gotten to his feet than that same soft sound filled his ears again. A bolt suddenly appeared in the dog's chest, a bloom of blood spreading from his middle before he collapsed. Rumiir panted, shaking his head as he cast his eyes towards the rooftops.

It didn't take long before he spotted the culprit. A jackal holding a crossbow - and jingling with a half-dozen other ranged weapons - dropped down from one roof to another, before finally coming down to the street level. The canine put his weapon away, shaking his head.

"You seriously want to spend the night on the streets, friend?"

"I was making my way back to the clan house."

"I figured. Fred sent me out looking for any stragglers."

"Yeah? Who are you?"

"Randolph."

The jackal offered his hand, and Rumiir shrugged, taking it.

The blinking lights of their names appeared over each other's heads, and they both groaned in unison at the sight of them. Randolph was the first to go further, though.

"Really? They're calling us friends for sharing names? Corny as all hell."

"No kidding."

"So, what are you doing out here this late?"

"Enjoying my rewards as arena champion, and then getting stabbed. You?"

"Looking for people that need a little help, testing out what the game can do. Looks like you've been doing the same, by your level marker."

He looked up, glancing at the number by Randolph's name, and had to admit that he was impressed. Most people weren't leveling up as fast as he'd been in the arena, due to all the PvP that was going on in there. He wondered just what else the jackal had been doing to get that high level that fast...

Rubbing at his shoulder, Rumiir chuckled.

"You know...now that I'm getting all riled up from a fight, I don't feel like going to sleep just yet."

"Funny thing. I was thinking the same thing."

"What do you say we check out what's outside the city?"

"Heh...what are you, a mind reader?"

Shrugging, the dragon started walking towards the western gate. The jackal fell in line behind him, though as expected, made no noise. Rumiir guessed that he was some sort of rogue or something, something that would slip away at a moment's notice.

"So, you hear anything? I've been in the arena all day."

"Just something about these weird ruins outside the city. Something like half-made doors or something."

"You don't think they'll be cheesy enough to start a dimensional invasion or something, do you?"

"They named their company Insidious Interactive. What do you think?"

Rumiir slowly nodded. Yeah, it sounded like something they would do. It definitely sounded like something they would do.

The End