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The Beta-Testers Chapter 7: Coded Invasion By Draconicon

Hank had been working hard to determine just what a 'sexomancer' could do with his magic, and the results were...interesting, to say the least. Better, they were helpful, at least during these practice runs.

The skunk ran behind the team of warriors darting down the basement passageway, ducking around the conjured monsters from the illusionists and forcing his hands forward at all times. Pink magic - something more than a little humiliating for the robed skunk - poured from his fingers in a constant buffing effect towards everything in his sight. Well, all friendly things, which he was thankful for. If he was buffing the monsters like this...

Don't think about that. Those silhouettes are not sexy, he thought as he kept his hands forward, the pink light flowing from his fingers towards the dragons, wolves, and tigers in the attack team. As it hit them, Hank could only watch as their muscles swelled beneath their armor, almost ripping through the leather stuff and leaving the metal armor looking rather ill-fitting, considering how much bulk it had to cover.

More importantly, it worked. Powerful legs pushed them forward faster than any of the other practice runs, and they wielded swords, axes and other weapons with a strength that he'd never seen before. Rumiir, the blue dragon from a guild or two over, was wielding a two-handed blade in each hand, and suffered no penalties for it. A wolf that they'd picked up from another guild, who'd used a double-handed axe for his choice of weapon, was easily wielding two double-headed weapons at once.

The illusions stood no chance, and soon, they burst through the corridor down into the main room of the basement. Rumiir led the charge, leaping from a balcony to the floor below, and was followed by the other warriors. Hank, on the other hand...

"Come on, just...jump...."

The skunk blushed as the warriors grumbled under their breath, but he took the ladder down instead. Better to make sure that he landed without breaking anything, considering he was the only caster in the group, and the only one that seemed able to do this sort of buff.

As he touched down, the tingle of other magic around him faded away. He knew that it was because the signal had gone through the guildhouse, and all the illusionists had been told that they'd made a successful run; it was how it had gone every other time, as well.

Just like every other time, Ronald stepped out from behind the basement bookcases, the lion looking down at a watch. He squinted, and Hank took the opportunity to catch his breath...among other things.

Go figure that sexomancy makes eye candy at the same time it buffs people, he thought to himself as he looked at the warriors. Not that any of them had been less than muscle porn before, he supposed - Rumiir had been one of the least muscular in appearance, and the dragon's body could have been a pin-up for beach fitness magazines - but with the boost that he applied to them from his new sexomancy class...

Well, the blue dragon looked closer to a He-Man model than he did a normal fighter, and the big, burly wolf from before didn't fit into anything but a loincloth anymore. The wolf's pecs strained against his fur, almost making him look a little bald in places from how much bigger he was, and the growth wasn't limited to their muscles, either.

He blushed worse as he looked down. From behind, he could see the increased bulges on every single guy, saw the way that their balls seemed to drop further than before, how their dicks were half-hard at the best of times. The very fact that he could see that from behind told him how much bigger they were than they used to be...

Hank shook his head, the skunk pulling himself back to the moment.

"Ronald, time?"

"Hmm?"

"Time, please?"

Stop staring. I know it's stupid...I just...it's the only thing I can do now. It was embarrassing enough what his magic did to people now. The fact that he didn't have the same spells as he used to was bad enough, but the fact that he was essentially a lust manipulator only made things worse. The transformation it left on people was just the icing on the cake.

Thankfully, his guild leader seemed to understand that, and the lion checked the watch one more time.

"That was...pretty amazing. You guys made that run almost a full minute faster than the last group, and with less casualties, too."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised too...Looks like there's something to that sexomancy thing of yours after all, Hank."

The skunk blushed, rubbing the back of his head in gratitude.

Unfortunately, he couldn't enjoy the moment for long. The warriors were getting a bit out of hand...as he had half-expected, considering the buff had been going on as long as it had.

Goddamn it, they're getting some sort of feedback or something, he thought as the men started reaching down, grabbing at each other's dicks and fondling one another's asses. Not for the first time, he wished that his spells actually came with some sort of descriptor so he knew what the hell they were going to do before he cast them.

Before it could get out of hand, Hank stretched out his hands and activated one of the other abilities he had. Lust Drain wasn't so effective as a Life Drain spell, but for these purposes, it was certainly good enough to work as a cold shower. As he cast his hands about, blue light flickering from his fingers and slamming into the backs of the heads of the different warriors, he saw cock after cock go flat down again.

He bit his lip as he stood up, holding back a moan of his own as the aftereffects of the spell hit him.

"Ronald...Do we...have time for me to slip out for a minute?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good. I'll be right...right back."

He climbed the ladder slowly, all too conscious of the way that everyone was staring at him. Considering that he was sporting probably the hardest boner that he'd ever had, he wasn't altogether surprised. After all, all the drained lust had to go somewhere.

It took him five minutes to get from the basement to his room, almost two minutes longer than it had taken to get from the front door to the basement. Mostly, that was due to the throbbing erection in his robe - something that made walking just a bit difficult - but also due to the fact that everyone kept trying to check in on him.

It had been a thing ever since the first portal had blown up. He thought, at first, that they were just checking to see if he was okay, but as time went on, the questions became less kind-hearted and more...personal, more pointed. It didn't take him long to figure out just where they were going with it, and it wasn't a good feeling.

Are you going to turn into some sort of rapist magician?

That was the unspoken question on everyone's lips lately. Hank heard it every time someone asked him if he was going to be okay, if the magic was working out, if he had come up with any new spells. Even the kinder people - Sarah, for one - always had this edge to them, like they were waiting for him to go crazy with the new power that he had and start trying to fuck everyone. It was stupid, completely stupid...

Besides...He didn't go for that sort of stuff. Even if he thought it'd be hot, he didn't want to go for that kind of domination. He preferred...

Stop thinking about it until you get to your room, he thought.

The skunk groaned as he finally reached the wooden door that separated his quarters from everyone else's. It wasn't much, but at least he'd have some privacy. He pushed the door open - wincing as his cock dragged against the inside of his robe - and forced himself to take the couple steps forward into his room. Every step was dragging something across his cock, making him think about how good it felt, how much attention it needed, and he had to summon all of his willpower to shut the door behind him.

Hank slumped onto his bed, his feet kicking up in the air before they slammed back down on the sheets. He stared up at the ceiling, holding onto his willpower for as long as he could as his cock kept throbbing between his legs. The skunk knew that it needed attention. He knew that he needed to relieve it before they made their attack on the burning guildhouse a few doors down. If he didn't, he couldn't cast his spells, he wouldn't be able to focus, and he'd be easy prey.

I'm not going to become a slave to this, he told himself as he stared at the ceiling. I'm not going to become some...some pervert that can only think of his dick.

Easier said than done, though, considering that his cock was begging for attention worse than ever. His body felt like it was on fire, and his cock was scant seconds away from soaking the front of his robe with pre. Even the attempt to keep his hands at his sides was almost more than he could manage. If anyone was around to tempt him, he doubted he would be able to do a goddamn thing.

Hank took a deep breath, and then another, trying to ignore the way that his cock kept throbbing with the pulse of his heart, and failing.

"Just...ten breaths. Wait for ten breaths, and then you can touch yourself."

He took as deep a breath as he could, biting his lip as his cock ground against the inside of his blue robe, his toes curling against the footboard of the bed. Nevertheless, he forced himself to count it out.

"One....

"Two..."

The skunk made it to seven before he couldn't take it anymore. With a whimper and a groan, he reached down and yanked his robes off, pulling them up to his chest and exposing his cock. It throbbed, begging for attention, and he whimpered as he stared at it.

He admitted that he had made it bigger during the whole character creation part of the game, bigger than he was in real life by some portion, but it was even bigger now. Drawing in the lust from other people must have swollen it somehow, making it all the more needy. He shivered as he slowly reached for it, his hand gasping around the base -

"Nnnngh!"

Even that was enough to leave him panting, his eyes rolling back in his head from the oversensitivity of it. His breath caught in his throat as he didn't dare move his hand, feeling his cock swell between his fingers, his tip oozing so much pre that his hands were almost instantly drenched in it.

Stupid...sexomancy...magic...

He stroked himself once. It was enough to take him over the edge, leaving him gasping and moaning like it was his first climax all over again, and he spurted so much cum into the air that it looked like some geyser had gone off. It landed with a splatter all over his face and his chest, soaking his fur and his clothes with his seed...with cups, even quarts of it.

And it wasn't enough.

Hank rolled onto his belly, panting as his cock slapped up against his stomach as he took the new position. Even now, with shooting that much cum, he wanted more. The skunk felt it in his gut; nothing he did would be enough to completely drain him, not with so many different lusts inside of him right now. He needed....he needed help.

There's gotta be something. A sexomancer is a sorcerer shifted over to sex, and that has to mean corollaries. That would mean...Thank gods...

There was a summoning spell there, and considering what sexomancers did all the time, he had no doubt what it was for. Hank cast it without thinking, pointing to the side of the bed.

It was only when a great, green figure appeared, looking somewhat confused with a kilt, a bare chest, and a long beard, that he realized what the summoning spell actually was called. Summon Companion, it read in his character profile. He hadn't realized it meant that it would summon some sort of random player for...companionship.

The orc - as he realized that's what it was - looked down at him, and the tusks half-buried in the beard turned up in a smirk.

"Look at that. Someone already bent over for me."

"Look, I know this is weird -"

"This whole world is turning out weird. This is much more normal."

"I...guess it is, compared to the portals and everything."

Hank groaned as his body burned, his tail lifting up before he could think to stop it. He blushed, looking up at the orc as the other guy started fondling the front of his kilt.

"Look, um...I know you don't know me from anyone, but...care to give me a hand?"

"Boy, we both know that's not what you want. But I can give you this."

The orc pulled up the front of his kilt to the sound of jingling bells - they must have been hanging from the fabric - and revealed a rapidly fattening cock that had to be over ten inches long. The sight of it alone set the skunk's hole to twitching, and he leaned forward, burying his face in his pillow as he nodded his head.

"I want it..."

"Alright, boy. Now, just lay down and let me work."

After getting his hole filled with a thick green finger, Hank was ready. He wiggled his hips from side to side as the orc got behind him, and let out a long, slow sigh of satisfaction as that thick meat started opening him up. The feeling of the foreskin around the head bunching up and then pulling back as that cock slid further and further into him was all the more enticing, and his toes curled as he hugged the pillow to his face.

It only got better when the orc finally bottomed out inside of him. The bearded male leaned forward, the edges of the braided facial hair rubbing against Hank's back in a swaying motion as the big guy kissed the back of his neck.

"Heh...you're gonna be a good little boy, aren't you? Be an obedient little slut?"

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"You want me to give you this dick? You are gonna obey, aren't you?"

"Yes...yes sir..."

"That's right."

Hank shivered as he felt that thick length pulling back out of him, opening him up bit by bit as it slid out again. He felt every inch sliding past his rim, only to feel it burn as it slammed back in again. He bit down on the pillow, his cock jumping against his belly at the intense sensation running through his back end.

"Oh....oh...."

"Heh, that's it...keep on moaning."

Oh, he did. He moaned every time that thick cock slid in again, every time that those big, low-hanging green balls slapped into his, every time that the orc raised a hand and smacked it down across his ass. Hank panted, his eyes rolling back in his head at the slow, talented way that the orc slammed into him, each thrust accompanied by the jingle of the bells on his kilt.

Fuck yes...that's what I need...that's good...

It was like he was back in the brothel again, his body getting used and filled, and fulfilling some sort of need that he had in the depths of his heart. He felt his focus coming back, his need still there, but no longer so...overwhelming. He panted as he drooled pre onto his bed, his hole clenching down on that thick green cock.

The orc leaned over him, almost pressing his chest against Hank's back, and the skunk realized that the orc had some sort of nipple piercing going on. He blushed a bit, and then more when the orc reached around, pudgy fingers gripping at his nipples and tugging them.

"You enjoying this, boy?"

"So...so much..."

"Heh, then you're going to love this."

The next thrust almost slammed his face against the headboard from how hard it was, and he realized that the orc had been holding back the whole time. In and out, he went, slamming in harder than he ever had. Hank's breath caught in his throat, his moans disappearing into soft yelps that were forced out of his mouth from the sheer ferocity of the orc's fuck. In and out, in and out that massive cock went, opening him up, giving him what he needed.

He came, and then came again, and only brought the orc over the edge when he hit his third orgasm. The skunk groaned as he slumped down on the bed, his ass sliding off of the orc's cock even as it kept spurting seed all over his back, down his legs, and over the soles of his feet.

"Heh...not bad, boy. Not bad at all."

"What...that was...amazing."

"Boy, that was a quickie. And you needed it more than I did."

"Can..."

Hank groaned, shaking his head. No, the wrong question. He pulled himself up to a seated position, fighting his blush as cum oozed out of his ass and onto his feet.

"Who are you?"

"The name's Bruha."

"I...don't think I've seen you before."

"Yeah, well, you probably haven't."

"And I haven't seen any orcs, either."

"Don't think too hard about that."

"But -"

"Don't."

There was an edge of command there that he wasn't too keen on testing, so he nodded, putting his head to think on something else. And there was something pretty important to think on, all things considered.

"Um...could you help me clean up? It's...kind of important."

"I suppose I might. For a price."

"...Like what?"

"...And that's why I'm going on this raid while wearing a collar, okay?"

Hank blushed as Rumiir stared down at him, the blue dragon looking more amused than anything. The skunk just did his best to ignore it. At least he didn't stink of cum and pre anymore, though that was hardly the worst of his worries. The orc had been as good as his word, cleaning him up with an impromptu magic bath...though leaving the collar behind in exchange.

I always want to find my things when I need them, Bruha had said before walking out, despite Hank's attempts to actually get him to stay and help. The orc wanted nothing to do with the venture, however, and left before anyone else had the chance to see him.

So, it was down to them again.

Standing with the warriors, Hank took a quick look around, reminding himself of the plan. The formations were drawn up. Anyone with sneaking skill was already in the alleys beside the guildhouse, waiting to climb up the sides and flank anything that they could from the windows. Casters were in two lines, one in the front and one in the back, to break down the guildhouse wall and then give cover, while clerics were interspersed throughout the group.

The warriors, in the center, were also divided into two groups, one to keep the silhouettes off of the casters, and one, much smaller group to slam through the guildhouse and get to the portal down in the basement.

He was part of the latter.

Hank took a few deep breaths as he settled behind Rumiir and in front of the wolf from earlier. Everyone was back to normal, no longer buffed or otherwise superpowered. They'd need him for that, and he felt...

Ready.

He didn't look forward to it, despite the eye candy, and he was still afraid of what was going to happen, but he felt ready. Even with the strange looks from some of the other casters in the group, he knew that his magic could do the job. Even if it did make people a bit 'funny' later, it would give them the strength they needed to carry out the mission.

Just don't screw it up, Hank, he thought to himself.

The leaders of the different guildhouses, including his own leader, Ronald, stood at the front with the casters. The lion stepped forward, and gestured for a lioness to come forward with him. Hank watched as the armored lioness stood before the blazing inferno that used to be one of the various guildhouses on the street, and raise her hands towards it.

The fire leaped up with her gesture, and then, as she brought her hands down, died. The scorch marks remained, though they were rapidly getting healed over by the game putting itself back together.

Not fast enough, though. The guild leaders threw their hands forward, and fireballs, lightning bolts, and other energies loosed themselves from the fingers of a hundred casters. They blew through the walls immediately, breaking it down and opening the front room to everyone.

The view....was terrifying. Hundreds upon hundreds of the shadowy ink-blot silhouettes lingered there, dripping off of the ceiling and lingering around the tables. Some looked like them, imitations of two-legged individuals, while others were nothing more than puddles, slow and slimy and gaping open like a hole into the depths of existence.

As one, they slowly turned towards the mass of players, and Hank shivered.

"BURN THEM ALL!"

Sarah's shout shocked everyone into action, and as the lioness summoned fire, so did all the other casters summon another wave of power. It slammed forward, catching those silhouettes that had started moving like a tidal wave, and pushed them back a dozen feet.

Hank looked up, seeing rogues and thieves and other sorcerers sneaking up through the second floor windows, only to rain down their own type of destruction on the silhouettes from above. Arrows, rocks, enchanted bolts. All of them came flying down, knocking away some of the blotted creatures and distracting others.

It was their chance. Hank raised his hands as the warriors shouted, and cast his buff again.

Massive Masculinity, the spell was called, pumping down his arms and into the six warriors around him. Wolf, lion, dragon, and others all started growing, their armor bulging around them and ripping in places as they charged forward. Several grew almost a foot in height, while others grew less, but one thing was damn sure. They were stronger.

As the six-man squad cut a hole in the silhouettes, Hank followed right behind them, keeping the buff going as they cut through the blackness. The other warriors came behind, carrying bludgeoning weapons to knock the creatures aside. He remembered those that tried using slashing weapons before. It hadn't worked, but they had learned.

Even so, he could barely keep up with his squad as they ran across the big common room, and then down the stairs towards the basement. He leaped down them three at a time, not daring to do it any slower at the pace that his squad had set. Down, down, down they went, cutting through the shadows as they went.

As they rounded the last corner, the dual-wielding wolf was caught by surprise. Hank spotted the blot dropping too late, and it landed on the wolf's head. Even as the warrior spun, trying to dislodge it, the creature seemed to find a way to drop him. The blackness swallowed the wolf's head, and spread, and by the time it reached his shoulders, the wolf was still.

Hank ran, hearing the wolf collapse only a few seconds later. Nobody else bothered to stay around...and he couldn't afford to.

Finally, they reached the basement, and saw the portal at the far end of the room. It glimmered on its four different limbs, and this time, he could see what Rumiir had mentioned. The hole...the hole in the code was definitely there.

Of course, it was much bigger than last time.

Right in the middle of the portal was a rapidly appearing and disappearing line of green, spelling out mathematical equations and gibberish in equal measure. The silhouettes poured out of the hole, but no sooner did they hit the ground than the warriors dealt with them, smashing them away. Rumiir ran at the hole, and Hank dropped down to join them.

Right, right. Just...gotta try to blow it up now. We'll respawn, but hopefully it'll destroy this one. The lightning bolt back then, it had to have at least damaged that one, so - what is he doing?!

The skunk's eyes went wide as he watched the blue dragon shove his hand into the hole, his fingers disappearing in blackness as he somehow managed to touch the computer coding on the other side of the hole. Hank took a step forward before one of the warriors grabbed him, holding him back.

"What are you doing?!"

"Rumiir's plan, Hank. Nothing bad."

"You've gotta be kidding me. That's the world code! Rumiir, what the hell?!"

The blue dragon turned, smiling.

"The way I see it, there are dozens of these portals opening up. If all of them have some sort of code hole, then that means that there's more and more of these things pouring out. We can't deal with that. Not the way we are, anyway."

"What do you mean, the way we are?"

"We're out-leveled. Hugely. What I'm trying to do is tweak my level. Make myself strong enough to stand up to these things..."

That...is possible, Hank thought. The idea was something that could just work, if they could actually reach a part of the game code that had the character information in it. They could make themselves strong enough to fight the silhouettes properly rather than just bash them out of the way, as they had been doing. But...

But what if they have an anti-cheater mechanism in place?

He'd seen a number of those around. Most games came with some way to punish anyone found hacking the game, and this was as literal a hack of a game as he had ever seen. If they actually went through with this -

"Here I am."

"You...you found your character profile?"

"Yeah...I didn't expect it either."

Hank could only watch helplessly as Rumiir worked over his character, doing something with that physical connection to the coding to actually change his stats. Worse, Hank could see the changes taking place; he saw the equipment Rumiir wore changing its statistics as his own base stats got higher, could see the way that the dragon's body got thicker, stronger as his strength attribute got pumped up higher and higher.

This isn't going to work...this can't...

Rumiir was at it for almost a minute, finally pulling his arm back when he was done. Hank looked up, and his eyes went wide.

Beside the dragon's name was his level number. Only a few minutes ago, it had been at level 20. Now, it was at level 200, for a game where level was capped at level 150.

"This...this is a bad idea..."

"A bad idea that might be our only way out of here. Come on, everyone."

They shoved him in the corner as the warriors started pumping themselves up, each one working over his code while at least one of them kept an eye on him and the silhouettes. Hank shook his head, unable to take his eyes off of them.

They're letting us do this, Hank thought as he looked at the blot creatures. None of them were attacking now, and he knew that they weren't that smart. They mindlessly attacked all the time when people were around, yet only now - when people were getting stronger through mucking with the game code - they stayed back. If there was any stronger proof that this was a bad idea, he couldn't imagine it.

Finally, Rumiir turned to him. The dragon offered his hand.

"Come on. Let's get you pumped up."

"No."

"Hank, this isn't a debate. If you want to live through this -"

"This isn't right."

"It's a game exploit. People use it all the time to get an advantage."

"Yeah? If it's an exploit, why are they letting us do it?"

The dragon looked at the creatures, just as Hank hoped he would. It was the only thing that he had thought might get him the distraction he needed as he lifted his hand. Sexomancy didn't have much in the way of offensive spells, but if he guessed right with this one...

Red light suddenly burst from his hands, surging outwards and wrapping around the portal's limbs. All the warriors turned to stare as the energy surged around it, pulling everything upwards. The curled lines of the portal structure started to creak, everything trying to straighten up at once. Rumiir whipped his head around.

"What are you doing?! It's the only portal we've captured!"

"Have we? Have we real -"

BOOOOOM!

Note to self. Orgiastic Eruption makes portals explode, Hank thought when he pulled himself back together on one of the guild beds. He groaned as he lifted his head off of the pillow, and opened his eyes.

"Oh, no...."

Rumiir stood over him, still as muscled and buffed up as he had ever been under the Massive Masculinity spell, but not touched by anything else. The blue dragon was a superman, buff, tough, and...huge.

"It...stuck?"

"I woke up this way, so I would say it did. You should be thankful for it. I've tested it out; I can kill the silhouettes without help, now."

"But -"

"And thanks to you, now we have to go out of the city to find any more. Thanks, Hank. Thank you for dooming so many of us when I was trying to save lives."

"But...but they..."

The dragon walked off, walking off to the throng of other guild members further off in the common room. Hank could only stare after him...but not out of defeat.

When Rumiir had turned to leave, he'd seen something. Something that was a small alteration, but was nonetheless something different. Before, the dragon had walked flat on his feet. Now, he walked on his toes, like an animal might have...and his tail and wings were most definitely a bit longer, and that did not come with a stat boost.

I don't know what he did...but he didn't come out of that the same as he went in. Something's wrong. Something's very wrong...

Particularly if they were going to start doing something with the portals outside the city. While he had made the portal under the neighboring guildhouse explode, who knew what that had done to the game code? And that portal's hole had been getting bigger and bigger while they were gone, from invisible to a hole almost the size of a person's torso. If that was happening at all the other ones, as well, what would happen to the game when the holes got too big? What would happen to the regular monsters that wandered into the holes?

He was suddenly aware that he could have changed, too, and he brought up his character profile, as well as the logs. There was...something. A few blurred 'buffs' that came after the explosion, but nothing tremendous. But according to the log, he'd gained a lot of experience points at some point. He scrolled through it -

"Oh...Oh..."

A blush burned on his cheeks. Apparently the encounter with Bruha had gifted him with more than relief. Apparently, sexomancers could earn XP from having sex.

Who knew?

Chapter End