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This story was written for Shakal as part of my 2018 Alphabet Challenge. It contains rough M/M sex between consenting adults, size difference and technology-aided lewdness in abundance. :3

V is for Virtual Reality

Shakal had been so eager to try out the tech division's full feedback virtual reality rig for so long that when Reeve and Cyril offered him the opportunity to step out of management for an afternoon and actually get to work with the technology he had been overseeing the creation of for months, the panther leapt at the chance. He stripped naked and climbed into the sleek black pod without a second thought as to why his employees had been so insistent that he removed all his clothes, right down to his underwear and beyond. After all, with so much powerful technology sensing his musculature and attuning itself to his senses, the panther simply assumed that nudity just made the onboard sensors more effective and thus able to deliver more exceptional feedback. He took a deep breath as he watched the pod door sliding shut before he'd even had a chance to put on the VR visor, and didn't think twice about the gleeful grins spread across his employees faces, almost mischievous in their delight.

In the silence and pitch darkness of the pod, he placed the visor around his eyes and waited. He trembled as he felt the pod hum into life around him, and growled happily as the Valhalla Industries logo filled his vision before melting away into a beautiful countryside vista. The pod hummed louder, and Shakal gasped as his toes curled and his feet felt the sensation of something prodding at their sensitive pads. He glanced down, and let loose an audible grunt of wonder as he saw lush grass waving in a gentle breeze around his toes, prodding at the soles of his feet with its individual blades and creating the sensation he could feel. The humming faded, and in its place he heard birds chirping. He heard the wind, the sound of insects, and then...

Lifting his right arm, Shakal grinned as he felt the weight of a shining steel longsword within it, and he glanced to his left side to see a small leather buckler strapped to his left wrist. He felt heat and saw a bright source of light shining down upon him from above, and glanced up with a soft chuckle as he noticed the unmistakable source of that light and heat. Letters, burning like fire in the sky above.

'Stage One - The Corruption of Verdant Meadows.'

Clasping his sword tighter in his hand, Shakal turned as he heard a sound in his right ear. Sure enough, slurping and slapping its way across the grass as it poured over a nearby drystone wall, he saw a ball of living gelatinous slime. Where it passed over the grass it left the beautiful emerald green burning and smouldering to a dead brown ruin, with droplets of a thick yellowish acid substance still hissing in puddles on the despoiled land. He grinned, wincing even as he caught the surprisingly realistic stench of burning vegetation and thick, stinking bile in the air, and swung his blade with a flourish. It felt so natural in his hand, and the fact he knew exactly how to wield it didn't come as a surprise at all.

"Have at thee, foul monster!"

He cried out, laughing to his armour clad self as he tried to play the part of dashing fantasy hero. Moments later though as the ooze monster slopped its way towards him and he watched a small hole open up in the chest-plate of his armour as the monster stretched out a sticky pseudopod and slapped him with it, his smile faded. He wanted to play this game, sure. He wanted to experience all that the full feedback VR system had to offer. But, Shakal was still a rather competitive person, and he didn't just want to test the game for his employees. The panther wanted to win. He swung his blade with a greater force and purpose this time, and roared in triumph as the oozing pseudopod splattered to the ground, disconnected from the overall mass of the creature. To his horror though, the detached limb of slime began to drag itself back towards him as its own independent entity, and thus it was with two slimes, not just one advancing sloppily towards him that Shakal growled, hunkered down into a more definitively combat ready stance, and went to war.

'Stage Eight - The Fall of Misery's Keep.'

A snarl of pain escaped the panther as he was punched square in the jaw by one of the dozen or so cultists surrounding him, the AI powering them not falling for the usual trope of letting one of them throw themselves at him before being replaced by another singular opponent, but instead flinging each of the twelve cultists at him in one thronging mass of flailing fists and waving daggers. Spitting blood onto the ground and only for a moment wondering how the VR system was able to so accurately simulate the sensation of that vile coppery tang, Shakal swept his blade upward and sliced one of the cultists in half from crotch to neck. He ducked low, grabbed an arm over-extended and clutching a dagger, and drove it deep into the chest of one of the unwary, off balance cultist's own kin. Yet more blood splattered out on his burned, stained and acid-worn suit of armour, but he didn't have time to worry about it rusting right now. He had a cult to stop, and whatever it was that they were worshipping to slay.

More bodies fell. More painful blows landed upon the panther as he slaughtered the evil cultists without exception, and when he finally stood alone and triumphant, panting and wiping his bloody sword off on a corner of a dead cultist's already crimson robes, he paused only long enough to gulp down a healing potion found upon one of his fallen foes before surging forward towards the nearby dungeon doorway that would lead him downstairs, and towards the next level of the game.

'Stage Thirteen - The Inner Bastion Revealed.'

"Really? That's it? C'mon guys... did you not finish designing this level, or did I find an exploit, because... damn, that's pretty pathetic."

Shakal glanced down, a little disappointedly at the Grand Summoner who, after spouting exposition at him for about ten minutes, had begun to cast a ritual to summon a great and powerful monster to destroy the panther when Shakal had simply taken his sword and flung it headlong across the chamber into the summoner's chest. In all honesty he hadn't expected that to work, simply wanting to try something cool that might have if he was lucky resulted in him throwing off the ritual and buying him a little time to get up close and personal with the powerful mage. And now that it had... he was almost as disappointed in himself as he was in the game's designers.

At least, he was disappointed right up until he saw the blood oozing out of the summoner's corpse and onto the ritual circle he had been so boldly chanting within. He was let down right up until he saw the blood soaking into the ritual markings upon that circle, and watched as they began to glow. To crackle, and to form a yawning, rippling gateway of purplish black eldritch energy as an unstable portal opened up and loud, bellowing roars erupted from within.

"Oh. Ohhh, boss battle fakeout. I love it!"

Shakal grinned as he lunged forward and pulled his sword from the corpse before it could be swallowed up by the growing portal.

"Awesome work guys, really awesome."

He nodded, wiping off his blade once more, patting down his scarred and damaged but still intact armour, and stiffening his legs in preparation for what he instinctively knew was to come next. He waited until the portal was large enough that it was beginning to exert its own sort of gravitational suction upon the room, drawing in scraps of paper from tables surrounding the outer edges of the summoner's sanctum and beginning to even drag some of the tables across the ground with the dull screech of wood against stone. Then, with a final roar of savage confidence and triumph, he lurched forward and threw himself headlong into the portal, and into what he was certain was going to be the true final stage.

'Stage Fourteen - The Warrior's Undoing.'

Shakal panted, and groaned as he dropped to one knee. His sword clattered to the floor half way across the floating section of barren rock that the beast called its interdimensional home, or rather the pieces of his sword clattered to the floor, snapped clean over one of the beast's vast, muscular thighs. He had driven his blade home within the creature a hundred times, but still its health bar was unblemished. He had tried magic, he had tried calling down divine fire, he had tried every trick in the book from posing riddles to attempting to lure the vast, horned Behemoth off the edge of the floating island. Nothing had worked though, and now as he glanced up at the beast as it chewed on the remains of his armour before spitting it out in a crumpled ball of mangled metal, he was clean out of ideas.

The panther closed his eyes, and waited for the simulation to shut down as the Behemoth reached out towards him with its two powerfully clawed, meaty hands. He felt himself being lifted off the ground, and sincerely hoped that he would see the game over screen before feeling a simulated version of what it was like to be decapitated by a vast set of drooling demonic teeth. He... he frowned, and opened his eyes in confused curiosity as he felt the beast dangling him by the scruff of his neck between a forefinger and thumb, while the creature's other hand reached down and... tore his leather britches away from his legs, rendering him nude? What the fuck?!

And then... as he looked down and saw something new between the boss monster's legs, Shakal groaned louder and longer than any sound which had escaped him throughout this entire game thus far.

"O-ohh, you fuckers..."

He gurgled as he stared at the Behemoth's buff, colossally huge body, and the now thick black cock protruding from its crotch where before there had only been tufts of coarse purple fur.

"You devious, scheming... a-ahhh! Ohh fuck, yesssss!"

He barely had time to cry out, barely had time to look down and see his own crotch, now exposed as his clothes were torn away from it, beginning to stiffen and swell before the Behemoth claimed him. Shakal had thought that despite its seemingly indestructible nature it had proven surprisingly unwilling to deal any meaningful damage to him, and now he knew why. The Behemoth wasn't programmed to deal damage. It wasn't programmed to hurt Shakal, but rather to disarm and dis-armour him. And then, in what Shakal was at least eighty percent sure was not meant to be the actual end battle of the game... to stuff the panther's virtual form onto its massive cock, and to give the simulation bound stud the fucking of a lifetime.

Looming at least four times larger than Shakal with a cock that was practically half the size of the panther's entire torso, the Behemoth roared and drooled down upon the panther himself as he dragged Shakal up and down the length of his cock like a living fleshlight. He was being stretched so wide open that it wasn't simply a matter of the Behemoth's cock sometimes hitting his prostate so much as it was the Behemoth's vast erection being in constant, unbroken contact with that deep set sweet spot, pleasuring it relentlessly as with every throb and twitch of its shaft Shakal was sent into fresh roaring, thrashing spasms of uncontrollable and supremely overwhelming ecstasy.

The panther's toes curled, his back arched against the muscular form of the Behemoth's lower torso, and Shakal wailed at the top of his lungs as his own cock began to twitch and spurt thick ribbons of cum out across the rocky ground below as he was used and fucked so violently that he couldn't even begin to consider holding back. He saw stars as he came, the pleasure so intense that for a moment he was genuinely afraid that the VR system in which he could only sometimes remember that he was locked would overload and eject him from the game, unable to process and keep up with everything it was meant to be inflicting upon his body. The techs at Valhalla industries had outdone themselves with this project however, for not only was the fuck that the Behemoth delivered unto Shakal one of the most deeply savage and primally rough, delicious fucks he had ever been privileged enough to receive, but it was given to Shakal without a glitch. Without a single flaw to remind him that it was anything other than real.

"Ohhfuck! Ohhhhhfuck! Ahhhhhhhhgod_fuuuuuuuck_!"

Barely a minute after the first time he had done so, Shakal roared in a second mind-bending orgasm as the Behemoth let loose a booming roar that nearly deafened him and utterly outmatched his own cries, the panther's eyes bulging and his whole body feeling like it was being filled with white hot molten magma as the Behemoth began to cum deep inside of him even as his rough fucking of the panther continued without pause. Shakal gurgled and mewled like a kitten as he was filled up by more and more thick, throbbing eruptions of the monster's cum, until finally, just as the climax began to abate though without any reduction of the fury of the Behemoth's humping, the panther coughed and tasted what he swore was salty-sweet cum bubbling up in the back of his throat.

Quivering, grunting, Shakal raised his head and looked up at the Behemoth's own snarling, lust-stricken features. He moaned louder and louder as their eyes met and with a fresh roar the Behemoth seemed to quicken his pace to even greater intensity in response, but it was in that same moment that Shakal noticed something else. Something far more important as he felt the Behemoth's cum oozing out from his ass even as the monstrous creature obviously built up towards another, possibly even more potent release.

The beast's health bar was no longer at one hundred percent.

Instead, it flickered at ninety-five.

"O-ohh god..."

Shakal grunted as he realised what that meant, as he considered the only reasonable explanation for what could possibly have made the Behemoth lose some of its power given that nothing he had done to attack the creature had shown even the slightest effect.

He had to make it cum. He had to let it fuck him, and cum in him again... and again, and again.

And if those orgasms were consistent in dropping the Behemoth's health by around five percent each time, then all that Shakal had to do in order to prove victorious and to beat the tech department's game once and for all... was let the Behemoth fuck him and cum in him another nineteen times.

The panther roared, and his eyes rolled back in his head as the Behemoth continued to mercilessly pound his while while once more he began to launch strings of his own seed out from his untouched but violently twitching erection.

All he had to do in order to emerge victorious from this deliciously unbearable virtual reality was last through another nineteen orgasms from the Behemoth, and more... so very many countless climaxes more than that from himself in the meantime.

By Jeeves

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