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The Beta-Testers Chapter 5: Game Changers By Draconicon

"You know, I tried asking nicely...it isn't working. So, now I'm gonna ask it my way."

Sarah hefted her mace over her head, almost like a baseball bat. The snow leopard on the ground was still dazed from when she blew the hell out of his throne, and he hadn't gotten up yet.

Which was probably the only reason she brought her mace down without getting herself killed.

"What! The! Fuck! Happened! To! My! Character!"

Wham wham wham, went the mace, slamming through wood and stone to get at the admin buried beneath it. The lioness growled as she continued slamming her mace through the wreckage, her eyes wild with sheer rage. Even when splinters and rocks went flying around her, she didn't stop, continuing to hammer away at the same spot.

"Ah-hem. Are you quite done?"

She whipped her head around, glaring over her shoulder at the admin.

"How -"

"I am an admin. If a simple player could actually harm me, it would be rather...problematic."

"You tell us what happened, or I'm gonna find a way to hurt you..."

"You will do no such thing. Now, perhaps you will sit down, rather than continue to damage the game environs? It reduces the overall memory capacity when you continue to batter it apart and force it to rebuild itself."

Still growling, Sarah forced herself to take a seat in one of the many chairs surrounding the guildhall table. The rest of the guild that weren't off on quests - that was, Hank, Stephen, Ronald, David, and Teryx - were already seated, and looked at her like she was a lunatic.

Frankly, she felt they were the crazy ones for not being more upset. What sort of game messed with the players by fucking with their character abilities like this? The lioness brought up her own menu, looking over the changes.

Admitted, she was still a cleric, unlike Hank's sexomancer change, but there were other things that she really, really didn't like the sound of. Her healing, for example, now came with the explanation that it would change how much it healed based on where she touched a person with the spell. Minimum on the limbs, and maximum...Well, people better not expect to see her touching them there, not unless they were on death's door.

Worse, every other spell she had seemed to have a changed description, and even the ones that didn't have a different effect said that they were now drawn from her 'inner heat' instead of from Milda, the goddess of fire. She just hoped that didn't mean what she thought it meant.

At least her stats were still the same...still the same high constitution score, still a goodly strength, still high wisdom for all the cleric spells. But who knew how long that would last?

Ronald cleared his throat, the older lion pulling her out of her fuming rage.

"Now that we're all settled...perhaps you can tell us what's going on?"

"That...is not an easy question to answer."

"It sure as hell is. Either you screwed up, or -"

"Sarah, be quiet and let Mr. Lee explain."

"They screwed up! They could at least tell us -"

"I'm not going to -"

"Actually, she is correct."

Both lions went silent, turning back to the admin. The snow leopard shrugged.

"Partially, at least. The portals were not originally a programmed part of the game, let alone given a quest that would allow anyone to go near them. Death penalties were tossed around as an idea during the planning phase for the game, but there was never anything in the code to allow the game to change what you chose at the beginning. It would ruin the balancing act, and let people try and change characters that were supposed to be permanent."

"I see. So...what is the problem?"

"I don't know. And as far as I know, neither does Mr. Grant. What I do know is that this is a problem."

"Um, well, I would agree. I mean...I don't want to be a sexomancer..."

"And you think I want to touch someone's junk to keep them from dying?"

"People, people."

Ronald stood up, waving his hands to get attention. Sarah rolled her eyes; she was already annoyed, and this wasn't helping.

"We need to keep calm. If something's wrong with the game, that's part of our job. Beta testing is all about finding the bugs and glitches for the developers, right? So, we found a bug."

"Actually, you may have found something else."

Sarah arched an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, something else? It's gotta be a bug. What else screws up gameplay like this?"

"Intentional bad coding."

"What, you think someone put that in on purpose?"

"Yes."

The implications weren't lost on her, as angry as she was. If someone had put something in the game that the admins didn't know about, it could mean a lot of things. It might mean that someone had managed to hack the game from inside. It could mean that someone had gotten through the servers and firewalls to hack the game from outside. It might even mean that someone on the programming team had been fired and left behind a little prank for everyone else to untangle.

Whatever the cause, though, it meant that the game had changed. And if so...

The churches...

She and Teryx had gotten their full class abilities back there, and they'd been some of the first to do it. If the game had changed, and someone else wanted to get all their abilities unlocked, they might be walking into a trap.

She was on her feet in less than a second, and at the door barely a heartbeat later. Everyone was shouting after her, but she didn't listen. All of her attention was bound on getting to the churches as fast as possible, and not just for the protection of new players.

NPCs or not, the priests down there had grown on her. She wasn't about to let them get fucked over by some asshole's 'patch' prank.

It didn't take long for her to reach the temple district of Dalia, and thankfully nothing had bothered her on the way there. Maybe she'd had some sort of modifier that kept the random encounters down, or maybe she was just lucky. Either way, she was happy not to have to use her powers. She still wasn't sure what an inner heat was, and she'd prefer to save finding it out until she was somewhere safe.

The four big churches still stood tall and strong, with the burning braziers still sending fire towards the heavens from the rooftops. Seeing the fire burning along the walls made her feel a hint of relief, but she still hurried through the streets to the crimson building, running up the steps two at a time towards the front door.

As before, the heat of the fiery building swallowed her up. It filled her armor with warmth, and she was sweating in the space of two seconds, but it didn't matter...

Sarah slowly came to a halt inside of the temple, her eyes widening as she looked over the...the changes that had hit the temple. The fiery bowls that had burned for the glory of the fire goddess had been replaced with winding metal, almost like tendrils in design, and tipped with burning bulbs rather than open flames. The artwork on the wall, previously etchings and friezes on the enlightenment that fire brought, now showed men and women dancing around the flames, and far more...more anatomically correct than they had been.

And the people...

Even on the first visit, they'd been scantily dressed, but it had seemed to be due to the heat of the place, not lewdness or lust. Now, the loincloth-wearing priests were...were...

"Did some frat boy program this or something?!"

Her shout echoed back at her, though none of the priests and priestesses in the orgy pile bothered looking back at her. Sarah's face burned at the raw fuckfest that was going on, seeing health bars going up, going down, and then going up again, much like certain parts of the male priestly anatomy. The lioness shook her head.

"Where's a firehose when you need one? Or a bucket, for that matter..."

"Oh, it wouldn't work here...not now."

The lioness turned on her heel, her mace already coming up at the sound of the voice. Nothing behind her, but above -

She leaped to the side, armor clattering in the process. Someone hit the ground where she'd been standing, a soft landing that barely missed Sarah's legs. The lioness rolled, coming back to her feet, her teeth bared.

"Who - ...no, what are you? You're not...you're not one of the players."

"Hehehe, perceptive, aren't you?"

It's pretty freaking obvious, she thought as she looked the dark-furred cat-anthro over. The feline was black furred along her arms and legs, and down her back, with her chest and muzzle a soft purple. Even that might have been acceptable on a player...but she'd yet to see a cat with bat-like wings.

Said wings flapped quietly as the feline lifted off of the ground. The more Sarah looked at her, the more feminine traits she could see, though most of them were obscured by the dark fur. More than that, she could feel a strange heat, like a pulse, oozing off of the cat as she got closer and closer.

Sarah brought the mace up between them, letting the creature run into it. The head of the mace rested between the stranger's breasts.

"That's close enough..."

"Oh? What a pity. I wouldn't have minded getting a little closer with someone like you."

That wasn't about to happen, and Sarah shook her head when the feline licked the end of the mace, almost like it was a -

Don't even think about it!

She shoved the flying cat back, and took up a more defensive pose.

"What are you? Why are you here in a temple?"

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm...well, you might call me something new."

"Why don't you tell me what you're actually called?"

"Honey, if I were to tell you everything, then I'd have to be a god myself. And I don't think I am, no matter how pretty I might be."

"I swear, if you don't tell me something -"

"Fine. I'm a demon. Is that a good start?"

"...It's a start."

Demons. That was just great. Was she responsible for what happened here, or had the temple fallen before the demon had come around? Were demons the things coming out of the holes, or - She groaned. Too many questions, too many new things.

The demon leaned against one of the tendril arrangements, running her fingers along the twisting stalks. It was all too similar to some of the hentai commercials Sarah had seen on the internet during her many applications for this job, and she shuddered.

"Look...where did you come from? I've seen a lot of ads for the game, but they never mentioned demons."

"Ads...game...Hmmm. New words for me...but I don't really know where I came from."

"You have to know something."

"Do I? I mean, you don't know very much, either, and you're not one of the different...things...that populate the temple."

"Yeah, but I'm a player. We're not supposed to know things until we figure them out."

"Well, maybe I work under the same rules. Ever thought about that?"

"..."

"But you don't have to worry about me. I've only been exploring...seeing the sights. Learning about this whole new world. It's very...exciting."

"So...you didn't do this?"

"You mean, starting an orgy? Heh. I could probably do it - I mean, if I wanted to - but no. They were deep into this when I arrived. Oh, watch out."

"Watch out for -"

SPLASH!

A big ball of muck landed on her head, and Sarah's eyes went wide. It was warm, it was gooey, and it absolutely reeked of sex...

"Please...please...just tell me that this isn't what I think it is."

"Well...it's really hot and creamy, with a bit of salt in it..."

"AAAAAAAAAGH!"

That was it. That was fucking it. Sarah could take the orgy. She could take the brothel. She could fucking take the fact that she was expected to touch all those fucking dicks and cunts to keep people in good condition. She'd done a hell of a lot worse before.

But this was too fucking much. Her carefully crafted character was fucked over, the world was turned into some class-A pervert's wet dream, and now she was covered in jizz from a bunch of people she didn't even know. She wasn't going to take it anymore.

With a roar that shook the air, Sarah whipped around with mace in hand and laid into the orgy pile.

"Which one of you fuckers did that?! Which of you fucking fuckers decided I needed a fucking facial? Which fucking one of you?!"

With her mace swinging back and forth, bodies went flying through the air, sometimes landing in couples, sometimes landing alone, but all of them kept working their way back together. The heat in the air seemed to compel them or something, but it was too much for her. She just...just needed...

Her nostrils flared, and she caught the scent. It was the exact same as the one on her head, and...

"There you are!"

Before the mace came swinging down on the NPC wolf, he looked up at her with something that resembled awareness. Not much - nothing more than a redneck cousin of awareness - but enough to make her think he probably knew what was coming. Not enough to get out of the way, though.

Leaving the priesthood with one member that would never be getting it up again, Sarah finally felt like her rage had been burned out. She hobbled past the swarm of priests to one of the pillars by the entrance, and leaned on it like an old woman would lean on a cane. The smell of their orgy was so strong that it still reached her, but it was at least lessened by the wind blowing by.

Unfortunately, the demon decided then was the time to talk.

"Feel better?"

"...A bit."

"I don't think he does."

"He can go suck a dick."

"I'm pretty sure that's all he can do, with his balls hanging from your mace."

Sarah looked down at her weapon. It wasn't quite the right way to put it. They were too mushy to be called balls, now. But she shook them off, anyway.

"So...what do you want?"

"Hmmm...you know, I'm not actually sure. I'm still figuring things out. But you look like you have an idea."

"I don't have any ideas...I don't know what's going on anymore."

"I thought you clerics were supposed to have ways of talking to your gods."

"We..."

Sarah blinked. That was a good point. She hadn't even thought of it, but that was a good point. She opened up her spell list again, and found the very one. Divination of Embers, it was called, probably because it was a lower level spell. It said that it would draw on the same inner heat as the rest, but it also said it would let her ask a question directly to the goddess - or the game, in this case - and it couldn't lie...

"It's worth a shot, I guess...Why are you helping me?"

"Shouldn't I?"

"Demons are usually pretty big pricks in these sorts of situations."

"You might have noticed I don't have one of those, though...huh. I wonder if I could -"

"Hold that thought. I've got enough cum on me to last a lifetime, and I need to cast this spell."

Kneeling down, Sarah pulled her legs in close and closed her eyes. It was a little uncomfortable to sit in the lotus position while in full armor - in fact, she was pretty sure the game was bending a few rules of physics to allow it - but she managed it after a few stretching moments. She took a few deep breaths, and called on the spell.

Milda, goddess of fire, hear my call and question. Milda, goddess of heat and desire -

Wait, that wasn't -

hear my call and question. In my heart and soul, a need does burn. Between the legs, a heat does grow.

The fucking spell was messed up, too?! Sarah tried to pull back, but once summoned, the magic seemed like it couldn't be released. It kept going.

Answer me this question, and quench the heat that comes.

And at the end of it, the game almost seemed to go into stasis. She was still aware of the orgy going on behind her, of the heat in the air, but it was like the game had gone quiet to allow her to ask any sort of question. In the old days, she would imagine that this is what it would have been like for the player to use a textbox to answer a question.

More than anything, Sarah wanted to bash someone's head in. The fact that she was now locked into asking some sort of question was bad enough. That she would be awakening to some sort of heat afterwards - exactly what she'd been worried about in the first place - was all the worse. Gritting her teeth - and still not blocking off all the fucks she had to give - she tried to think of the best way to ask the question.

"What are the portals?"

That would at least give her something. If they were patches, then they'd know, and if they were bugs, they'd know that too. She felt the heat around her suddenly rise, as if she'd gone from a warm day to somewhere in a rainforest, her armor feeling like a greenhouse around her body, and between her legs...

If it wasn't for the fact that the game felt like it was in stasis, she would have keeled over. The lioness gasped at the sudden flare of warmth between her thighs, the way that her pussy started drooling a second later. Her pussy lips felt like they were swelling beneath her armor, and the slightest turn or shift of position seemed to drag them or her breasts against the inner layers of her armor. The slightest touch left her gasping, her face burning hot.

_Ooooh, I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna fucking kill whoever came up with this. It's like a fucking date rape drug mixed with an aphrodisiac. I fucking swear, whoever came up with this is -

My Burning One..._

There. The voice of the goddess. Sarah pricked up her ears.

My burning Sarah. The portals are not a part of this world. They are not a part of any world. They are but holes in what makes this place, holes through which terrible things pass. In the emptiness, the rules of this world are changed. Weak becomes strong, and strong becomes weak. Chaos will rule, and the land will change...as the holes spread...

The voice faded, and she supposed she had her answer. The lioness shook her head -

And no sooner had the spell faded than the heat hit her like a freight train. She fell back, gritting her teeth as an almost painful need hit her. She felt so empty inside, and her face burned...and felt...sticky.

"Come on, I didn't shoot that hard."

Didn't...is she...

Sarah slowly opened her eyes, staring through a web of sticky cum. The demon cat stood over her, wearing...No. She'd actually done it. She'd grown a fucking cock.

"Did you...seriously...jerk off on my face while I was casting a spell?"

"Did you seriously go into heat by casting one?"

"That's...not even close...to equal..."

Nor was it an unappealing smell, at this point. Sarah groaned as she fought the urge to lick her face clean, making herself wipe it off instead. Her armor felt so hot now, so very painful to have over her. All she wanted was to touch herself, to ease the heat that was building up between her legs, but she knew that was the worst possible choice she could make.

Instead, she pulled herself up, shivering as she ran one hand down her leg. The armor stopped her from feeling it fully, but god she wanted to touch herself. It didn't help when she felt her juices running down her thighs, dripping down towards her boots. By the end of this, she swore she was going to have wrinkled toes from how wet she felt.

She looked at the demon again. That cock still looked way too appealing.

"Could you...get rid of that?"

"I guess. Why - oh. Oh. Is that what the goddess of fire does now?"

"Uh huuuuuuh."

"Oh. Well. Consent is sexy. I can wait."

The cat demon snapped her fingers, and just like that, the shaft disappeared. With just a normal female, it wasn't quite so alluring, which left Sarah feeling a little bit better. A little bit.

"You. Come with me."

"Why?"

"Because you're new. And I think the admin needs to see you."

"Oh, he's already seen me."

"...What?"

"Oh, yes. We already had quite a bit of fun together. Mm...nice and big beneath those fancy trousers of his...and with such a -"

"Don't you fucking dare. I feel like I'm just about ready to explode as it is."

"Hee hee. Alright. But I'm going to keep exploring for now."

"Now, you just hold on a second. We need -"

"You don't need me. I don't think so, anyway. And if you do, you're more screwed than you think you are."

The demon strolled right past her, walking down the stairs. Unthinkingly, Sarah reached out with a simple 'grip' spell -

"AH!"

And collapsed to her knees, her thighs rubbing together. It was so bad; she felt like she hadn't been touched in weeks, months, even, and her pussy felt like it was as empty as a beggar's purse. Her armor kept her from doing anything, like a fucking chastity belt covering her entire body.

It didn't help when the demon cat called back to her.

"You'll get used to it! Just level up a bit, and put it all in constitution! That should help."

"Fuck...fucking...fuckerton..."

It was a very, very long walk back to the guildhouse for the lioness. She felt like every step ground her pussy lips together, every jump and swing of her mace brought her armor together to grind against her body. She was panting almost non-stop for the last five minutes of the walk, and she swore her feet were squelching in her boots.

Her first stop when she slammed the door open was the guild pantry. She grabbed water, wine, anything that she could find. Wine and beer in particular, after getting a fair bit of water. She didn't want to think about what she was about to do.

Ignoring all the questions from everyone else, Sarah hammered down a good five beers and a half bottle of wine before grabbing Hank as he leaned in to ask her - for the fifth time - if he could do anything for her. She pulled him in until they were nose to nose, and growled.

"Thish ish how it's gonna be, shkunky. We're gonna gooo upstairsh, and fuck."

"You...you're drunk. And you're gonna kill me after."

"Pro'bly...need it anyway."

"Sarah, how about, uh, you just, um -"

The lioness had had enough of people telling her to back down, to calm down, and to just wait. She was a grown fucking woman, and she needed fucking. She already felt the dice rolling in her head, testing out her strength check. Even drunk as a skunk - pardoning the phrase - she still managed to stand up and jam her shoulder into the skunk's waist in the process. He went right over her shoulder, and hung from it as she stood up and started walking towards the stairs.

Of course, he started screaming immediately.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Taking ya upstairs, shkunky. I gots a lotta heat to work out..."

She gave him a sharp spank, making him yelp.

"Now shut up and do what I shay."

The End