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Virtual Reality. A term used to mean many things by many people at different times. In fantasy, it was being immersed in a fantastic world that was so clear and complex that you couldn’t tell you were just in a simulation. In reality, for a long time, it merely meant being able to put on glasses and see things through a different type of viewer. Not exactly the mecca of immersion that had been promised in the fantasies, though it was effective enough for some.

Technological advances had really moved forward, though. And the type of VR that fantasy had promised eventually did become reality. There were still limits, of course, one couldn’t upload themselves to another world quite yet, but deep immersion was now possible - by connecting through complex equipment, one could temporarily put themselves in a simulation almost as they were, their brain impulses registering it as more or less real. The value of such advances was immense...especially for entertainment purposes.

Jerrod definitely got plenty of entertainment out of it. Today was going to be more of that.

At first he was floating naked in a sea of blackness, with only the menu options in front of him. An odd feeling of weightlessness, bareness, almost like a skeleton that was waiting to be given meat...which was sort of true in a way, as he made his choice. His favorite game, and he was playing it with his friend Isaiah, who lived several states away but still routinely met up with him in these virtual playgrounds.

“Load up Pokémon Combat Arena.”

The menu disappeared, and the world was constructed around him. He was still indistinct, but he wouldn’t be for long - this was just the opening sequence, getting him ready for the loadout. A stadium background, the perfect setting for this world...Jerrod had always enjoyed Pokémon, but this one was even better - you weren’t a trainer building up a team, you WERE the Pokémon duking it out against your foe. Living the battle, using your own wits combined with the skills and abilities of the Pokémon you chose to try to come out on top. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being the trainer, but this was just so much more exciting when it came to VR.

He had several profiles, one Pokémon registered to each particular profile. Though it was his own mind in each one, his perspectives and abilities were mapped into his mind, requiring him to think differently for each one...a neat perspective, though it did come with its own challenges. Some Pokémon were harder to adapt to - for example, Jerrod simply could not figure out anything that wasn’t a biped, it just didn’t work with his brain. He had heard that that wasn’t terribly uncommon, but there were people who did just fine with the other type - they must have had something special about them. Not that he minded much, since many of his favorite Pokémon were bipeds anyway.

He skimmed through the profiles, mulling over each one. He had different levels of ability with each one, some he adopted like they were second nature and some that he still wasn’t even sure what he was doing with them. If he knew Isaiah, though, he would be choosing one that he was an expert with - Isaiah was his best friend, but they were fiercely competitive in this game, neither one wanted to be the loser. So he wanted one he was good with, for sure...and he decided on one he hadn’t been in a while. “Load Lucario profile.”

Moments after he finished saying it, there was a buzzing through his head and body. The blank VR frame that was him lit up and buzzed as it constructed his selected form. First came the base layer, the basic form of a Lucario that everyone knew - from the canid face and ears, to the tough spiked paws and chest, down to the powerful legs that could launch him and keep him running at top speed. A perfect replica of the generic Lucario, for the moment.

But few people wanted perfect replicas, and the second layer was Jerrod’s own frills - black-striped markings on the blue on his fur, a scarf around his neck (purely decorative, it wasn’t solid and couldn’t be interacted with in battle), the gold plating on the spikes on his paws and chest, and red streaks on the insides of his ears. Far from the most elaborate changes he’d seen - there were some truly out-there design alterations some people came up with - but certainly distinctive, and he liked them.

Now fully formed, he was able to walk freely around the lobby area. It was a pretty generic setting, but then again, this wasn’t where the real draw was, it was just a place to meet up with friends and prepare for battle. And that was exactly what he needed to do...and it wasn’t difficult, as he quickly caught sight of Isaiah’s most familiar shape hanging out by a statue that was their typical meeting spot. I knew it, he went with the Greninja. Heh, I may have the edge this time…we’ll find out, I don’t think we’ve clashed with this pairing yet.

Isaiah’s Greninja was definitely a foe he knew. He had the “shiny form” skin, one that normally cost extra but he’d been gifted for winning a drawing, so his body was black and his tongue was red. His ‘ears’ had a row of piercings running along the top, and he had red armbands on each arm, emblazoned with a coat of arms for his family. He grinned at Jerrod as the Lucario walked up to him. “Oh, hey, I forgot you had a Lucario...just like one billion other people in this game.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“Yeah, because he’s blatant furry bait.”

“Or because he’s actually a really good frame for battle and learns very strong moves. And it’s not like you don’t have a popular profile, mister ‘don’t laugh at me because I’m a Pikachu.’”

“Hey, I at least made him a punk-ass Pikachu. And he’s kicked your ass a few times.”

Jerrod chuckled at that. “Oh, you’re asking for it. You really want me to go all out in the arena, don’t you?”

Isaiah stood upright and stretched out. “Well, it wouldn’t be any fun winning if you were holding back.”

“Yeah, you’re really asking for it. Watch out, because you’re gonna be begging for mercy when we’re done.”

“Hah! Talk is cheap, let’s see you prove it.”

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Proving it was going to be tougher than Jerrod had anticipated. He knew Isaiah’s Greninja was skilled, but it appeared his friend had taken another couple steps forward since he’d last battled with him.

They appeared out in the arena, which had the appearance of an old ruin, one they both liked - it was a bit less clean and even than the standard battle arena, but the terrain provided some nuances to the battle that made it a bit more interesting. There were many other battlescapes available, both natural and man-made settings as well as some that took place in much more fantastical areas. Even arenas that referenced other games. And new ones always seemed to be in the works. There was also what appeared to be stands with a crowd, though they weren’t animate, just background; any people watching the match wouldn’t be seen or heard.

Jerrod took some time to refresh himself on all aspects of his character. It wasn’t your simple Pokémon battle, not in the slightest - the entire game was on a different level. One’s skill level wasn’t merely a function of battle victories, but their own familiarity with their bodies and their efforts to train. Sure, ‘leveling’ made your body hardier and you blows hit harder, but it didn’t teach you how to use new techniques, that was what the training dojos were for. For some it was a grind to try to do that, they preferred just casually battling against other people for fun, but if you wanted to have any real chance against someone who knew what they were doing you needed to train. Jerrod had done a fair bit of that in most of his profiles, and to this day he didn’t know whether the trainers were real humans in their own profiles or just really good AI.

He also wanted to remind himself of his moves. Moves weren’t everything in this type of battle, it was a brawler and you punched, kicked, tackled, and grappled like you would in a normal fight. But they certainly were still important, and in this engine changes had been made that allowed just about every move to be useful in some way - like the weaker multi-hit moves, which could now hit quite a few times, or some that gave you a lot of range on your attack to strike from afar, or had other special effects. Status moves were quite powerful, all status effects were time-limited but slowing a foe down with paralysis provided an enormous advantage, and the others were just as good. And though accuracy and evasion were no longer stats, making oneself a harder target to hit was still very much a real thing.

Coming up with an ideal moveset was harder than it seemed, the balancing meant that it came down to personal preference in some ways. Jerrod was thankful that four wasn’t the limit, one could now select up to ten moves...though, you had to have at least four that the Pokémon learned naturally, if they learned that many naturally. An interesting limitation, though typically not an issue with expanded movepools like they had. But it wasn’t all easy there either. You had to train to know how to use the moves properly, even if you learned them naturally, though the curve was lower for those. And TM moves, egg moves, and tutor moves all required in-game currency, acquired through various means. TMs were usually the best because they weren’t limited to one Pokémon profile, as long as the user had them any Pokémon they chose could use them; as such, though, they were naturally the priciest. And there was a much bigger selection than in most games, but certainly not a universal one, so earning or buying currency was still key even if you had them all, so you could pay for the tutors or egg moves.

Satisfied, he took down the profile and readied himself for the battle. Naturally, he had a slight edge with the Fighting-type over the Dark-type, but one couldn’t take that for granted - this game made it easier to overcome that, even ‘immunity’ wasn’t perfect and enough skill, creativity, and raw power could turn the tables. On paper it was a good matchup - both offensive-minded Pokémon with similar defense levels, Greninja with the speed edge and Lucario with the power advantage. But paper only told a small part of the story in these battles - it was also the skill of the players inhabiting these bodies, their intelligence and experience and ability to harness the powerful forms. And while Jerrod was good, it quickly became apparent that Isaiah was better.

The first battle, unfortunately, was a straight-up curb stomp. Isaiah moved with blinding speed, far faster than Jerrod remembered, and the Greninja hit with such precision and fury that he couldn’t keep up. Even having a higher resilience to direct blows due to his typing didn’t help, especially not from the various moves that bypassed those defenses. He hadn’t landed a single blow before he hit the ground, knocked out. It only took a few seconds for him to be brought back, but he never enjoyed that feeling...then again, it wasn’t meant to be enjoyable.

Round two went better, but not by much. Shaking off the early defeat, Jerrod managed to get in more of a groove, actually getting off a few blows here and there in between the astonishing speed of the frog. The natural aura sense ability Lucarios had was present to a degree, not enough that he could overcome anything but enough to give him some idea of what was coming, and allowed him to sense where Isaiah was going and block and counter. That was, until Isaiah caught on and started attacking more from afar, throwing Water Shuriken and Extrasensory attacks at him. Even though it put him more at risk of Jerrod’s Aura Sphere, he disrupted the Lucario enough to block him from getting them off, and once again Jerrod was finished off.

Round three, however, started to turn it around. Now a bit more familiar with the Greninja, Jerrod went on the offensive, spamming attacks from a distance to keep him off guard and dodging more effectively as he amped up his speed. Isaiah saw what he was planning and attempted a Double Team to throw him off, but it was ineffective against Jerrod’s aura sense, and as the frog tried to close in he easily picked out the correct one and delivered a devastating Close Combat to put a quick end to the round.

That was how it stood, two to one, at the beginning of round four. In a best of five, Jerrod knew he was still at a disadvantage, but there was a chance he could pull it out. “Better not let me pull off a comeback for the ages, buddy,” he taunted to Isaiah as his form reset at the other side of the arena.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’m far from out of tricks,” Isaiah replied with a smug grin that didn’t display a hint of worry. He took a combat stance, eyeing Jerrod with sharp eyes. Jerrod took his own stance, a bit more defensive since he expected Isaiah was going to change up his tactics a bit. He didn’t want to take too many hits before figuring out what his opponent had in mind.

All I really need to do is ward him off long enough to fire off an Aura Sphere. If I charge it up enough, it’ll have enough power and speed that he can’t avoid it. I know he knows that, that’s why he’s been going off quick...but I think I know how to hold him off now.

The tone sounded, and the battle started. And immediately, Isaiah started to copy his previous strategy, attacking him from afar with Water Shuriken and Extrasensory. It initially seemed to Jerrod to be a big mistake, keeping him at a distance where it would be far easier for him to hit with an Aura Sphere. He started to counterattacks, trying to whittle down the Greninja’s stamina with Dragon Pulse and deflect the incoming fire with Metal Claw so that he could finish the battle with a single Aura Sphere strike. The move had a quality where the more time you went without using it, the stronger it would be, so he wanted to charge up enough to take out a huge chunk of energy.

As the battle ticked on, though, Isaiah was getting faster. He was boosting his speed when he found moments to do so, and that was making it harder for Jerrod to keep track of him. And he knew that left him open to ambush, which was the last thing he wanted - if Isaiah got in close to him when his guard was down that was going to be it. And he needed to have SOME idea where to fire his attack - Aura Sphere homed in rapidly but still needed to have some general direction in order to hit.

His head turned, and suddenly he was looking at empty space. He had no idea where Isaiah was! Jerrod cast his head around, almost in panic. Where was that damn frog? He started hunting, trying to keep his vigilance up to avoid an ambush, though that was tough - Isaiah was so quiet when he wanted to be, he knew it would be tough to pick up his sound. The arena didn’t have a lot of places to hide, but there was debris here and there that would serve for a short time. He needed to get his foe flushed out and KO’d or he’d be the one finished.

As he clambered onto a rock, he caught sight of the Greninja out of the corner of his eye. One chance, that was all he had...he turned rapidly and launched his Aura Sphere with a yell, diving onto the ground as he did. His heart leapt as he saw the attack connect with vicious power, a flash of light signaling he’d hit his mark! Surely that had to end the battle, after all this time…elation quickly turned to horror, though, when he saw Isaiah standing there, a wide grin on his face. It his hands he held the scrap of a Poké Doll - the Substitute that had taken the hit for him, preserving most of his health.

“I win.”

Jerrod tried to scramble to his feet, but it was too late - the Greninja was upon him, slamming him with a flurry of blows that rapidly sapped the rest of his energy. Unable to really block most of them, all the Lucario could do was take shot after shot until he was down for the count. His final collapse into unconsciousness was accompanied by a bell tone, the signal that the match had been decided, 3-1 in Isaiah’s favor.

And then, suddenly, everything went dark, and Jerrod was snapped back awake. There was a descending buzzing sound as the light of the arena suddenly died out, leaving only the barest hint of the surface. The stage hazards were gone, the arena was now flat and empty. This wasn’t normal...Jerrod knew they should have been transported back to the lobby area, no worse for wear for either of them. His body was frozen, he couldn’t move himself...suddenly there was a flash, and suddenly he was looking down at his naked human frame. Eyes widened as he saw himself - that was DEFINITELY not supposed to happen!

“Fucking hell…” he heard Isaiah mutter. The other was still in his Pokémon form, casting his eyes around. “Not this shit again…”

“What...is going on?” Jerrod could still talk, but it took a lot more effort than it should, his body was so sluggish in its responses.

“I’m not sure. Happened to me once before, and I didn’t really learn much about it other than what happens. I guess there’s been a few issues here and there with the service, where it doesn’t send you back out like it should, but sort of boots you from the game entirely...except it still thinks you’re supposed to be in the service so you can’t do anything. I think it’s a bug involving the losing party, since it kicks them out of their chosen profile and makes them unable to move until an admin rectifies it. No one’s hurt or anything but it’s a huge pain, since I can’t log out either until it’s fixed. And I don’t know what causes it, so...yeah.”

“Crud. So I just gotta lie here for...who knows how long?”

“That I don’t know. And I’m stuck here with you…” Isaiah turned to look down at Jerrod again, and that grin that was coming up on his face was unnerving. “Hm...as long as we both don’t have anything to do, and I AM the winner of our match...maybe I should go ahead and take a victory lap.”

“Victory lap? The hell’re you talking about?” asked Jerrod.

“Hmhmhm, take a wild guess...I know you read similar stories to me, we’ve talked about that.” The Greninja was approaching him now, smiling even wider and rubbing at his stomach...no, no, that was NOT his stomach, Jerrod realized as his eyes widened. “Hah, now you’re getting it. Figured it wouldn’t take you that long.”

“Whoa, hey, wait a second!” Jerrod’s protests got a bit more intense as he saw something emerging from Isaiah’s crotch, a longer and thicker tool than he expected to see on such a slim creature. “What, how? That’s not something allowed in this game!”

“True, but technically right now we’re not IN the game. And I’m sure you know, all our avatars are available for use outside the game per the Open Use policy, and we can mod them as we want for that. Anatomical correctness is a standard mod, no? You can’t tell me you haven’t gotten them yourself...”

Of course Isaiah was right, Jerrod was aware of all that, except that being in this error state was technically outside the game. Knowing that, though, made the threat a lot more real...and him aware of just how helpless he was against it. He still couldn’t move, he could wriggle a tiny bit but not make any large motions, and even if he could, he was up against a larger-than-human Greninja with a lot more wiry muscle than Jerrod’s real body. “W-wait...I’m not...this isn’t…”

“What, you’re gonna try to tell me you aren’t gonna get into this? C’mon, Jerron, don’t try to hide it...we’ve shared enough stories about Pokédomination to know this is one of your things, one of mine too, and you’ve said more than once that humans are the best Pokébitches. And it doesn’t seem like you really have a lot of say in it. So why not just lay back and enjoy it?”

That deserved another protest, Jerrod trying to scramble to say that fantasy was something different from reality, that just because he liked the idea didn’t mean he wanted to live it...but the words died out as he felt something in his groin. One part of him was more mobile than the rest of him, it appeared, and it happened to have a fair bit of disagreement with his mind’s opinion on the matter. Shit...tell me I’m not actually getting into this!

“See? Not such a bad idea, is it?” Isaiah trailed a clammy finger along the underside of the human’s hard shaft as he settled into position over the Jerrod, his other hand getting a nice firm grip on Jerrod’s arm. Even immobilized, the effect was clear, wanting to impress his physical prowess on Jerrod beyond any question. Now the hand that had been touching his dick rubbed up higher, tweaking his nipples a bit before going to tilt his head up and look at that devious froggy face. “Can you feel your own heart racing? That little ache in your loins that begs for something to happen? Heh, how long have you been holding out on yourself, refusing to make one of you fantasies reality...or, at least, virtually reality?”

“Ngh…” Jerrod didn’t trust himself to respond properly, especially not when he felt the pointed tip of that cool cock probing at his rear. Technically he wasn’t a virgin, even in true reality, but on that end, he fit the bill...he was a giver rather than a taker. Just the type he loved to read about getting speared on a thick Pokémon cock...this was not helping him try to protest the treatment he was getting. But he wasn’t getting out of it now, even if he regained movement Isaiah was bigger and stronger than he was, and already had him in his grip. And not all of him seemed to be in opposition to that idea…

He’d accepted that he was going to have to take it, but he still wasn’t prepared for Isaiah to just SLAM the full length of his cock into his ass in one fell swoop, the slick shaft encountering essentially no resistance to its entry. He let out a sharp cry as his body, or the virtual representation of it at least, strained to adjust to suddenly being filled with a staff at least twice the length and girth of his own. That would have definitely hurt a lot in true reality, but here it registered only as a moderately uncomfortable pressure at the outset...at least that was something to be thankful for, and probably something Isaiah expected - he was certain that, regardless of the power role he was playing, his friend wasn’t intending to hurt him.

“Ohhhh, fuck...you’re so tight…” Isaiah thankfully was holding still for him, or at least for his own sake, either one allowing him to adjust to the size a bit. Not completely, but enough for the discomfort to fade away somewhat. “Hah, it’s not so bad, is it? It’ll be even better once I really get going...just like the stories, you’re gonna feel everything I have to give...bet it won’t take long to get you to cum.”

“Gah...slimy bastard…”

“You love it.”

Again, Jerrod didn’t trust himself to respond, but that might as well have been an admission for all it mattered. Isaiah started to move again, dragging himself out slowly and then slamming in again, and then pulling out a lot faster after that. From there it picked up into a quick, powerful bucking, the power of the Greninja insurmountable to Jerrod. Isaiah had him in an utterly unnecessary pin, his weight bearing down on the immobilized human as he shoved in, plundering his ass to a degree he’d never imagined. All he could do was writhe and squirm a bit under the assault, all that his errored-out state would allow him.

But so help him, he WAS getting into it. The discomfort had faded quite a bit, and that was allowing his body to register the crazy amount of pleasure he was getting from the forceful nailing. His walls were clenching down on that slick cock, making as much contact as possible and getting rubbed over and over by its thick girth. The tip was crashing into his prostate occasionally, giving him a jolt of furious ecstasy here and there that he was never prepared for. And all of this was making the formerly-uncomfortable stretching feel a lot nicer, a lot more pleasant and desirable. His grunts and strained cries were slowly giving way to moans and pants, starting to lose his resistant façade as the lustful haze took over...whether this was just his norm, or a subconscious nod to all the stories he’d read where something like this happened, he had no clue.

Would he have been so into it if it hadn’t been such an inhuman creature taking him? The Greninja that was Isaiah was clearly getting into it just as much as he was, trilling and crooning in a way that no human sounded. His grip on Jerrod was wet, cool, rubbery, a far cry from the hands of anything he would feel in true reality. To say nothing of the inhuman shape and size of his cock spearing into him, throbbing and gushing watery fluids into his body, coating his rectal walls and making them even more pliable to his entries. It was all so much more than he could process, as his mind succumbed to the thick fog of arousal, his dick throbbing and leaking and splashing as the forceful thrusts bounced it around.

He was starting to respond to it, to act on his own to enhance the pleasure of the Pokémon nailing him. Deliberately he clenched down harder on Isaiah’s thick shaft, he started to shift his body what little he could to open himself up for the Greninja, and push back just the tiniest bit into those thrusts. The wet sensations throughout his insides got ever more noticeable as more precum spurted into him, an enormous amount he was certain, yet he couldn’t find himself minding in the slightest. On the contrary, that filling felt really good...and to think it was only the prelude!

Soon Jerrod could feel his cock pulsing, his orgasm coming up on him very quickly. He tried briefly to hold it back, but the pleasure he was getting was too good to try to focus on that, and he rapidly ceded himself to it, welcoming the crest of pleasure that he’d not had for a good while, and certainly never like this. This might have been even better than his other encounters, even the real ones...but just as he felt himself start to go over the edge, he let out a cry as a strangling tension encased his dick, holding him on that verge but not allowing him to go over. “Gah!”

“Oh, you want to cum?” Isaiah’s voice above him was slathered with devilishness. “You want to get that seed spurting, get that release you crave?”

“Agh! P-please…”

The Greninja’s grin was a mile wide. “Be my pet. Promise to obey me and do what I want, and I’ll let you shoot.”

_Pet?! _ That seemed over the line, seemed excessive...at least, to the rational part of him. The lust-crazed part, though, wanted him to cum so bad, was ballooning ever stronger as the tension of his stalled orgasm grew greater. As his cries got louder, the need got stronger, he felt himself trying desperately to buck his hips as if that would throw off the psychic hold Isaiah had over him, unable to due to the lockdown on his body...

“All you have to do is agree, and then you’ll have the best orgasm of your life.” And there was that damn voice again, sliding into his ears as smoothly as that cock was sliding into his backside. “Imagine servicing all of my different forms...some of the ones I know you’ve always found appealing. Imagine me bringing you to clubs in a leash and collar, making sure you’re unable to do anything but service some nice, well-hung Pokémon patrons. Imagine getting to live out some of those stories you’ve shot your wad to...imagine getting to unload right now, that pent-up sack of yours must be getting so full…”

That was dirty pool, right when his mind was at its dirtiest...even though it was just flashes of mental images, they all only added to the torturous build-up in Jerrod’s body. Mean, sneaky, and ruthlessly effective, as his resistance broke completely. “P-please let me cum, I’ll be your pet, I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me c-ah!”

Mid-sentence, the hold was released. Jerrod had heard it described that way before, but he never would have described any of his previous orgasms as ‘explosive.’ This one, though...the way the cum geysered out violently, shooting hard onto Isaiah’s smooth body, the way the pleasure powered through him in fierce waves that came hard and fast...this was absolutely explosive, and he loved it. His body actually responded vigorously, the automatic movements bypassing his restrictions and causing him to buck and writhe, and his voice yelled out into the empty arena around him as he felt the ecstasy crash through him, bringing him to heights never before breached.

And in the midst of it all came the other half of the equation. Isaiah cried out just a second before it happened, and the sudden gush of fluid inside his body was the only other thing Jerrod could register. It was cool, watery, and so prolific, filling him up rapidly and continuing to come even after the pressure inside him became insane...even as a good amount of it gushed out around the Greninja’s cock to splatter onto the stony floor below them, he could feel it making his body swell out, his gut distending to accommodate the hefty volume. Even this felt good, or maybe it was just the throes of his orgasm that were making him feel that way…

It felt like an age before the pleasure released its grip on Jerrod, and he finally relaxed onto the stone floor, breathing hard and heavy. He could feel a nice bulge in his gut from the amount of seed that had been pumped into him...even when Isaiah pulled out of him and let the floodgates open, allowing a fair bit of that built-up pressure out of his body, he still felt a paunch in there that sloshed around a bit. A contented afterglow was wrapped around him now...though, not enough to make him forget what had just happened. “Fuck...did I really agree to that?”

“You did indeed,” Isaiah crooned, grinning and snickering as he sat nearby. “See? You wanted this just as much as I thought. And you’ll get to have a lot more of it from here on out.”

“Mmf...you ass. You took advantage of the situation.”

“True, but let’s not pretend that wasn’t the most mind-blowing orgasm you’ve ever had. You’ve got a fetish, why not indulge it? I’ll make sure you’re a happy and satisfied pet.”

“Ngh...how long do I have to be that way?”

The Greninja cackled a bit. “Let’s say, until you beat me in a match. Or, however long you want to after that.”

Jerrod rolled his eyes. “What makes you think I’ll want to?”

“If I do a good enough job at it, I think that’ll do the trick.”

Jerrod was about to respond again when he heard a click in his ear. Suddenly his body was mobile again, he could move of his own volition. A message had been sent to him...the menu was pulled down in front of his eyes, and he read it. It was from the PCA tech support.

[We have received notice of your error incident and are working to correct it. We apologize for the inconvenience. The problem has been discovered and we are working on a resolution. ETA 20 minutes RT. Your account will be credited to compensate you for this issue. Thank you.]

20 minutes didn’t seem like a long time...until one accounted for the dilated virtual reality time. “Damn...gonna feel like a couple hours.”

“Looks like it.” Isaiah had apparently gotten the same message. “At least you can move again, don’t have to be stuck in one spot.”

“Yeah...well, glad I have nothing else going on, or I’d be pretty pissed. Still gonna be a wait.”

“Well, I think we can pass the time, pet.” Isaiah approached Jerrod again, looking devious once more. “Maybe I’ll see how much I can get you swollen up before they get this thing fixed and you can log out. I’ve got plenty more in the tank, believe me.”

Before Jerrod could say anything, he felt his arms get pulled behind his back, and locked into place. More psychic shenanigans, for sure… “You’re getting way too much mileage out of that Extrasensory.”

“You know you love it.”

“...Yeah, I do.” He got down on his knees of his own volition, the thick frog dick in front of his eyes. Okay, maybe there wasn’t that much distinction between his fantasies and realities after all. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to kick Isaiah’s ass over this stunt.

Just...maybe he’d enjoy it a while before he did.