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After the Beta-Test

Copy-Paste Magic

For Taiko

By Draconicon

He'd been back in the game for about three weeks when Bruha finally called him up to the mountain. Up until then, Hank had been keeping busy with some of the new side quests, figuring out all the new, balanced powers of the sexomancer class, and making sure that the bugs that had plagued Lords of the Spire on its release were truly gone. Sometimes, the big green orc responded to his messages and looked around with him, but most of the time, he ended up getting surprise visits from his...master.

The skunk blushed a bit at the idea of having one, but it had happened, and there was no denying it. Even the collar around his neck proclaimed his loyalty to the orc, and he could never get away from the feeling of it wrapped around his neck. His fingers reached up and rubbed it every so often, and he shivered whenever he felt the leather under his fingers.

Wonder what he has planned for the day, he thought as he climbed up the mountainside. Must be something big if he wants to have me this far out of the normal game zones.

A look over his shoulder confirmed that he was very far away from the typical player zones, indeed. The capital city of the game was dozens of 'miles' away, and the great field and lake that separated it from the wizards' keep and other zones were likewise distant. He'd have to fast travel to get back to any of them before nightfall in the game, and he doubted that anyone else would be coming to the orc's mountain. As far as most of the players knew - and most of the beta-testers, for that matter - it was off the grid, without side quests or anything else to make it worthwhile.

Hank climbed the last bit of the mountain, and paused to catch his breath on the plateau just outside the caves. Shaking his head, the skunk walked over to the opening -

Rattle, rattle, rattle went the dice in his head, and he swore under his breath as he felt them come up as ones.

"Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!"

He screamed through the sudden burst of fire that shot out through the cave mouth, feeling it burn his clothes right off. Thankfully, it didn't hit his HP in the slightest, but every bit of equipment he had disappeared in the twinkling of an eye. Robes, buffing rings, weapons, even food items disappeared, consumed completely by the fire trap. Hank looked down at his naked body, took a deep breath, and then let it out again.

It was probably fine. Just a trap to keep other people out. But then again, his master probably had other plans for him today, and if they involved him naked...well, things were either going to get very fun, or very difficult.

He walked into the tunnel, shaking his head as he made his way past a number of statues that hadn't been there the last time Bruha had shown him screenshots. Each one showed the orc in a rather dominating position, whether it was over a bunch of kobolds, some dragons, or other players. Most were rather...sexual, as well, showing the orc at least fucking someone's face if not getting outright worshiped by his conquests.

The worst was a statue of a skunk towards the end, showing the latter as a mind-zonked slut for the orc...and he had an embarrassed moment when he realized that the skunk's face matched his own. He rubbed his burning cheeks, clearing his throat at the end of the tunnel.

"Bruha? You called?"

"Heh, Master Bruha, please."

He rolled his eyes slightly, but he didn't complain. The rock wall on the far side rotated, like something out of an evil villain's lair. It flipped around horizontally by 180 degrees, and when it stopped, the orc was revealed. Sitting in a big leather chair, wearing nothing but a loincloth, and leaning back with a smirk on his face. Those tusks shimmered in a spotlight that came out of nowhere, and the black and green coding screens behind the orc provided a devious-looking backdrop for the big guy.

It was so cliché that he couldn't help giggling, and he couldn't stop until Bruha gestured at him and lifted him off of the ground. The skunk shuddered, shaking his head with a smile as his laughter finally tapered off.

"Sorry, just...just that's..."

"Heh, too much?"

"Way too much."

The orc snapped his fingers, and the computers disappeared, as well as the evil lighting and the chair. Just like that, they were left in the cave on their own, and somehow, that was both more menacing and more right. Hank nodded his approval, waiting to be set down again, but that didn't happen.

Instead, the bearded orc walked around him, big green hands stroking along Hank's thighs and backside. He smiled a bit to himself, enjoying the touch, and blushing slightly at the examining look that he was under. It was probably something that the orc was considering, some new idea that he had planned that he wanted the skunk's help with. It wasn't the first time that he'd been used to test out a spell or some other naughty thing, and for all that it usually resulted in him having to be reset to make up for some of the issues caused to the code, Hank actually looked forward to it.

Soon enough, he was set back on his feet, and the orc smiled at him.

"I think it's time to see how well you can handle yourself against a group."

"A group, huh? This something of a mob test?"

"Heh, kind of. Trust me, there's going to be something new with this one. I've been studying this little spell for a long, long time. And if it works, I'll be able to show that big blue dragon the real power of orcs..."

Heh, good luck with that, he thought. Rumiir was too big a dragon boss for Bruha to go up against, as it stood. The feral dragon had power that the modder didn't, and unless the AI of the game gave the orc permission, there was no messing with the boss monsters. That said, if Bruha had figured out a way around that -

Hank's thoughts stopped immediately as the orc rang one of the bells that dangled from his beard. The instant he did, the air shimmered with green light, coalescing into two person-sized shapes standing at Bruha's side. Hank glanced between them, his eyes widening as he saw them taking on more and more definition, from arms and legs to fingers and toes, and from there to muscular bulges and thick shoulders. He watched a beard burst free, and then -

Oh, my...

His cheeks burned and his cock started rising as he realized that Bruha wasn't kidding when he meant that this would be a group test. It was just a very different sort of group than he expected. The skunk took a step back as the two lights formed into copies of the orc, mature in face and lustful in expression. Unlike the original, they were already naked, with thick green cocks smacking between their thighs as they advanced on him.

"Uh, uh, Bruha...what..."

"Don't worry."

All three of them spoke at once, providing a seriously strange case of stereo sound. Hank felt dizzy for a moment, almost stumbling as they continued.

"I'm not going to hurt you...I'm just going to fuck with you a little."

The two orc copies lunged forwards, and he felt the dice begin rolling in his head. Dexterity, dodging, attack rolls, defense rolls, a will save -

The last one he failed, and he felt his feet get rooted to the spot, the game swallowing him up from ankles down. He slipped forward, falling on his hands, and the other orc copy cast another spell. The ground melted beneath his feet and legs, swallowing his hands and wrists up into the ground as well after a moment. He was bound on all fours, and he blushed as the orcs walked up, pulling his tail up and out of the way for their fun.

"Is this what you were planning? A spitroasting?"

"Heh, I can't let my slave go around getting fucked by everyone. After all, people might forget who owns you. Or worse, you might."

He blushed worse, though that might have been more due to the cock in his face than Bruha's direct words. Big, green, and slightly musky, it demanded his full attention and got it as it pressed into his mouth. Hank groaned at the soft fleshy flavor, but was unable to stop licking at it, nuzzling forward to take more of it into his muzzle.

Big hands groped him from behind, rewarding him with teasing spreads of his ass cheeks before pushing them together again. He felt another blast of magic, another tingle that ran through his character model, and moaned as his ass swelled. Not with fat, but with muscle, and he shivered as it hardened under the orc copy's hands.

"Mmmph..."

"Quite the spell, isn't it? I find that too many of the characters aren't exercising enough. I think that I might pass this spell around in a bonus item next week...but you're the lucky slut that gets to feel it first."

It was quite the effect, and one that left his head spinning to some degree. His ass ached and begged for more at the same time, and a part of him wanted to feel just how big he could get. At the same time, the muscle made him all the more firm back there, which made him jump as the orc copy gave him a good spank. He yelped, pushing forward against the cock in his mouth and swallowing it into his throat.

After that, it didn't take long to feel another cock behind him, rubbing up between his ass cheeks and nudging against his hole. He shivered, knowing that the 'mutation' from Bruha's last bit of play was still active back there, feeling his ass starting to moisten with its own lubrication. It was a bit embarrassing to get wet down there as a male, but he had to admit it made it a lot easier to get the dicking he needed.

He looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing that his master was slowly stroking himself, the orc leaning back against the cave wall. He was definitely hard enough to get off on the sight, he could tell, and Hank shivered as he realized that he was doing much more than testing a spell this time. This time, Bruha was using him more directly...teasing him...treating him like the little toy that he liked being.

He's reminding me that he owns me...and I love it...

He moaned out loud past the cock in his mouth, both from the thought and the feeling of his hole getting spread wide by the thick dick behind him. Soon, he was filled to the brim, big green balls pressed against his, and his lips were locked around the base of the orc cock in front of him. Huffing, puffing bodies on either side told him that he was doing a good job, and he felt a small surge of pride at the realization.

They rocked him back and forth, and he moaned as one cock pulled back and the other slammed back in. His ass burned with the stretch, but in the best of ways, making him shiver and grin to himself.

"Heh, how's it feel, slut?"

The triple voice came back again, and he moaned as it made him feel weird...weird and good at the same time.

"Knew that you'd enjoy it. A little sexomancer like you needs this. I imagine that your wandering eyes have already been picking out the best people to get you off, to fill you the way that you need. You should have just sent me a message, Hank. After all. I own you, and if you're going to be showing off my property, I should be the one to pick who uses it."

It was painfully good to hear something like that, and he moaned as he felt the orc behind him speeding up, hammering at his ass all the harder. His hole was filling with pre, and so was his mouth, making it harder to think.

"Look at you, already dripping all over my cave floor. If this works half as well on Rumiir as it does on you, I'll be having a playmate for you soon enough."

He groaned, his cheeks burning as he felt the orc copies hammering him, pulling him forward, backwards, up and down their dicks. Everything burned, but everything felt so good at the same time. He wanted to keep going, wanted to take it all, and he knew that Bruha would push him to make him take as much as he possibly could.

Then, he heard another bell chime. Another burst of light appeared, and he groaned.

Another copy? How many...

"I think it's time to see how much of me you can take. Heh. I say it like there's even a question there. You'll take everything that I give you, and hope for more, won't you?"

The new light burned at the corner of his eyes, and he could see the definition of the new orc copy coming in. Gems in the beard as well as bells, and two smaller bells hanging from the orc's nipples...but this one was different. Instead of having nothing else on, it had a crown, and a shining one at that.

More importantly, it didn't come after him. Instead, it turned to the original, smirking.

"So, you think you can just start throwing various copies of us around, huh?"

"What are you talking about? Get in there. We're fucking my skunk tonight."

"Oh, you think it's that simple, huh?"

The new orc snapped his fingers, and Hank stared with wide eyes as a dozen more of the green lights flickered in. This time, they formed much faster, and this time, they didn't follow orders when the original tried to push them towards the orgy. Instead, they rushed forward, grabbing Bruha by his arms and legs and carrying him towards the back of the cave. He was just out of sight for Hank, and that worried him.

Particularly as the orcs above him and behind him didn't show any sign of stopping. He felt the one in his ass cum, but the copy of Bruha didn't stop. They just kept hammering away at him, the musky flavors and scents melding together in an almost mind-melting goodness, and his cock throbbed so hard that he almost forgot about the problems going on.

Almost.

He was a sexomancer, after all, and this sort of fuckery was exactly his type of thing. He closed his eyes, panting all the while, and focused on his abilities. His mana was going up with every thrust, going past the limits of the bar that it would normally stop at, and in seconds, it reached the point where he could cast his higher-level spells.

Control Rope was an easy spell, normally, but he had something better for it. Knowing Bruha had some in the cave, he cast it out at random, and it slithered back to him. He smiled, controlling it with his mind as it slithered up the legs of the orc in front of him, then suddenly tightened. The copy of Bruha fell backwards, hitting the ground with a thump.

As the controlled rope continued its binding, Hank looked over his shoulder and opened his eyes wide. He almost never used the spell Charming Gaze, considering he much preferred to be on the bottom with these encounters, but it -

"Heh, you think you can control me with that, skunk? Give me some credit."

Two voices, this time, rather than three. That meant that Bruha was in trouble. Hank reached for another spell -

"MMMPH!"

Only to moan as the orc copy reached around him, grabbing his cock and stroking it in time to the slow ass-fucking he was getting. He leaned forward, panting hard, his head resting on the ground as he was filled from behind, oozing cum from the earlier orgasm that the orc had had in him. All the while, the copy whispered in his ear.

"Come on, you know what you want. Just lay there and take it. You've always been a toy...you need someone to take care of you...to make you better...and I'm just the orc to do it."

"No...you're just a...a copy!"

One more spell, one more ability. Not one that he'd ever use for Bruha himself, but in this case...

The Living Statue was a spell that he'd modified from a petrification spell, but it was just as effective. He felt the little ping of the orc copy failing its will save, and pushed back. A stone cock left his ass, rather than a living one, and the hard thump sound of stone on stone echoed in the cave for a very short time before it went still. Shaking his head, he looked down at the stone bindings keeping him on his hands and knees, and set to work getting out of them.

It took about three minutes, but he eventually melted his way out. Rubbing the heat off of his arms and legs, he looked at the copies. They weren't going to be going anywhere. The rope had the first orc bound up on his hands and knees, cock tied up to his belly in erotic knot-work, while the other was a statue for the next three hours. While that throbbing cock had felt good in him, Hank knew that he had other priorities.

He followed the sound of wet thrusts and teasing laughs through the caves, finding tunnels that he never knew existed. The echoes made it a little hard to pinpoint where he needed to go at times, but he kept at it, the skunk dripping with his own pleasure as the sounds echoed in his ears. Eventually, he found the source of them, and stared.

Bruha was caught in the middle of a real gangbang, his master pinned between two big copies of himself. One on its back, the other behind him, both with a cock deep inside his master's ass. Others jerked off over him, while one shoved a big green foot in Bruha's face. Others were waiting their turn to get at his backside, and one even leaned in to suck the original orc's cock. Despite it all, despite the humiliation, he could see that his master was having some pleasure from it, enjoying it on some level.

Looking around, he spotted the crowned copy giving orders to the rest, juggling a few little balls of light in idle amusement. From the wet look of his dick, it was pretty clear that he'd already taken his pleasure with the original, and now, he had taken Bruha's throne.

Now that is taking it too far, he thought, his eyes narrowing at the copy on his master's throne. I never thought I'd want to hit the big guy, but that's just a copy, so that's okay...right?

But something was wrong about this. Bruha had been summoning copies before, but they'd both gone down much easier than the orc himself ever would. Hesitating for a moment, Hank reached into his character options. He'd turned off the HUD before, considering that it was annoying and sometimes reminded him that he was in a game rather than a different world. Now, he turned it back on.

Immediately, there were thirteen Bruha health bars in front of him, but what really hit him was the fact that each one had a different level attached to it. The original was at level 99, as high as one could normally get in the game. The copies ranged between levels 30 to 55, but the crowned one...

Level 150... He hissed under his breath as he realized just how powerful that orc would be. No wonder he wasn't getting controlled. He was almost double Bruha's original level, and was operating with something from beyond the game. But how? Was it just...

It didn't matter how it worked. What mattered was that he needed to get rid of the copy before it took over the modification station, or made it worse for the original. He crept along the side of the room, keeping out of sight, and praying that the copy didn't have the original's great spot checks.

"You know, Bruha, this was doomed to failure. Just like all the other attempts."

"Mmmph!"

"You think that anything you've done since becoming this thing matters? You lost your body. You ran away from all your problems, made a version of yourself that was better than you ever were. You got a slave, and then lost control of him. You made so many mistakes. Why do you keep on trying, when you're only going to mess up the way that you always do? Why bother to keep holding on?"

He tried to tune out what the copy was saying to his master, but there was no ignoring it. The skunk bit his lip, pushing it to the back of his mind as he rounded the far end of the chamber, reaching another tunnel. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw the foot in Bruha's face get replaced by a dripping cock, ramming down the orc's throat.

Almost there...just gotta make an AI appeal, and this will be done...

"Always making a mess of things, Bruha. Can't even handle your own problems, and yet you think you can help someone else. You should really just give up."

Questions later, solutions now!

Hank darted down the tunnel as soon as he was out of earshot, coming up to the console that Bruha used to keep modifying the game with the help of the AI that ran it. Shaking his head, he started typing out small commands, bringing up an interface with the AI of the game. A little kitten popped up, smiling and rolling its head to the side.

"Oh, hello, Hank. What brings you here?"

"A big mistake on Bruha's part. He's been making copies of himself for something, and he accidentally made a copy that's higher level than him."

"Higher level? He's at the highest...Oh, I see what he did. Looks like he set a random level effect but took off the game limiters of one character per mod. It left him open to breaking other limits, too."

"Can you fix it?"

"I can get rid of the copy, at least."

"Do it. Do it now."

"Doing."

The kitten closed its eyes, only to suddenly have its head grow almost as big as the entire computer. It went from cute to psychotically dangerous, roaring like a lion down the hallway. The ruckus he'd been hearing ever since he saw the green orgy going on abruptly stopped, and the kitten's head shrunk down again to something cute once more.

"Alllll done."

"...That was terrifying."

"Thank you!"

"Uh, I'll...I'll go check what just happened."

"Heh, you do that. And give him a smack for me."

Thinking he would probably be doing anything but that, Hank walked back down the tunnel. He poked his head into the room again, and saw that the copy was gone. The crown was left behind, oddly enough, but the copy was gone. The others that it had summoned, however, were not, and Bruha looked too out of it to be able to get himself free.

With a series of quick spells, ranging from Bind Person to Harness Individual to Suppression Sling, he managed to bind up the copies of the orcs. He was amazed that none of them were able to make their saves against the spells, but grateful. With orc bodies artfully displayed on the floor, hanging from the ceiling, or pressed against the walls, he walked over to his master, kneeling down at his side. To his surprise, Bruha was...crying. Not weeping, not breaking down, but with a few little teardrops running from the corners of his eyes.

"Master..."

Hank gently laid a hand on the orc's shoulders, and Bruha tensed up. His master turned to him, looked him in the eye, and slowly shook his head.

"How much did you hear?"

"I...heard a bit of it."

"Enough to have questions."

"Yes."

"Alright...Let's go to a different room...I won't talk about it here."

#

A few cups of coffee later, Bruha was mostly back to his normal self. The pair of them sat by a table, the orc taking a couple deep breaths before letting out a long sigh.

"Okay. I'm going to go through this once. Don't stop me, don't say anything. Questions are for the end, and I don't guarantee answers. Got me?"

He nodded, rather than speaking, and the orc smiled beneath his beard.

"Good boy. Right...where do I even start...Back before the game started, I...wasn't a great person. I worked as a pirater, a modder, and a game breaker. If people wanted to get something done in a game, I cracked it until they could. Most of the time, it was singleplayer games, but then I started getting contracts for MMOs. The Last Bastion, War of the Netherrealms, The Deadly Dream, all of those."

Those all died, though, he thought. He remembered those games, though it was a while back. Each one had been a game that started well, then started crashing down because the game broke, and the balance shifted between players, and then they were abandoned. Bruha nodded.

"Yeah. I got people paying me to make cheats for them. I did it for fun, and for money, but I did it too good. I broke all of them, and ended up killing five different MMOs because of it. Probably killed at least two companies, too, considering how much money they sunk into it.

"I wasn't any better in my personal life, either. I wanted to be good, wanted people to stick around. So...I tried to be good enough to demand their presence. I wanted to be the person they needed most, so I did everything I shouldn't. Heh. People ran off pretty quick from that, too. Got to the point where I didn't even have a phone call from people anymore, let alone anyone actually wanting to talk with me about anything other than business.

"So, when Lords of the Spire came around, I thought...hell, it can't get worse. I can start all over, I can make myself as perfect as I could, and then get people that way. But I made myself worse than ever. An orc with no other orcs in the game, a mage that can't fucking lose, and no friends, just slaves."

The more he heard, the more he was starting to understand what the other Bruha was saying. The things that his master had done, the stuff that he'd pulled with other people in his life, had driven everyone away. Even his attempt at starting over from scratch had essentially created something of a Mary Sue, someone that was too perfect to actually be a person, at least in terms of abilities. Someone that couldn't be beaten was someone that was hard for anyone besides a child to love, because they always were something higher, something other.

He slowly reached out, pressing a hand to the orc's shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. Bruha tensed, but didn't pull away as he continued.

"Everything I touch, I screw up. I probably made the game worse by all the mods. I almost got myself locked into a loop when I came up with that copy spell. I killed games and game companies by trying to make them more fun for people. So...that's what happened, and...that's what I've been."

"You saved half of the people that 'died' in the game, Bruha. Even if you lost yourself to it, too, you saved a lot of people. And you were the one that sunk the company that put us through it. There's no denying that you've done good things, too."

"Yeah...It's not enough, though."

It wasn't, honestly. The things that the orc had done were pretty numerous, and fairly heinous. Mass unemployment, game destruction, reputations in ruins for so many people, were not things easily forgiven. At the same time, he had paid a massive price. His body was gone, and there was no way that the orc would be getting it back. If there was a better punishment for someone, he didn't know what it was.

Slowly, Hank slid under the table. He pushed the orc back a few paces, the chair with him, and knelt between Bruha's legs. Rubbing the orc's thick thighs, he looked up at his master.

"You might mess up, but you're not messing this up. You've paid a hell of a price, big guy, one hell of a price getting here. If you can't forgive yourself about it, that's fine. But I don't think that you're as big of a screw-up as you think you are."

The skunk leaned down, kissing the orc's belly, and then his cock. Bruha grunted from above, and Hank knew that his master was shaking his head. It didn't matter. He'd said what he needed to say. If the orc didn't believe him, they could cover that later. For now, there were other things that needed...tending.

"Master, may I treat you to what the copies had?"

"Heh...you may, Hank."

"Thank you."

As he lowered his head down to the thick green rod, he wondered just what he could do to help Bruha. The orc had been punished in a huge way for what he had done, but he still hadn't felt like it was enough. But maybe punishment wasn't the answer. Maybe it was making up for it. And in that case, he felt that there was a way.

After all, Bruha was one of the best modders in the world. If he kept working on Lords of the Spire, and gave everyone the sort of things that he gave himself, sooner or later, the orc would make it the best game in the world, far beyond the potential of any of the others. Everyone would be playing it.

He'd have to remind the orc of that...but later, after he'd finished blowing him.

The End