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"Did we really have to set up camp so far away from the trail and then walk another mile out?"

Mike, my boyfriend, stopped and turned around. "This is far enough. I told ya half a dozen times, I don't want to get interrupted by anyone!"

"Right right, your precious video game immersion." I sighed and slipped my augmented reality glasses out of my jacket. "So what's the big scenario?"

He put on his glasses as well. "Demons are spawning from the ancient forest. We have to make it to the sacred ruins of Artinica, aka our campsite, and read the Scroll of Agamanish to send the demons back to hell."

I tapped the end of my hiking stick against a tree root. "In the old days, people went camping to appreciate nature."

"We can do that later! I have a surprise after we beat the mission."

"It had better be worth a mile trek, and what I presume is going to be another mile jog back to the holy temple or whatever."

Mike gave me this extraordinarily deviant look, but I didn't have time to look further into it. The words 'Mikeypwn42 is requesting a sync with you' appeared on my augmented reality view. I tapped my finger where the accept button was floating, and then the forest changed.

It had been a lovely afternoon, bright and cheery, a beautiful day. Then the light turned into a blood red, and the trees darkened and became more ominous, their branches elongating and sharpening. I had to force myself to breathe and remember that the effects weren't real.

This was why Mike and I preferred augmented reality over virtual reality. Ever since the early days of the Oculus Rift and Microsoft's Hololens, we had picked the Hololens over the Rift. There was a quality of immersion in AR that just wasn't felt in VR. The trees were real, and the air belonged to the outdoors as it should, and I could feel my weapon in my hand. Virtual reality couldn't match this until they invented holodecks with hard light or a way to create direct interfaces to the brain.

"Game starting in thirty seconds," my Mark VI Extreme Google Augmented Reality glasses said. My hiking stick turned into a wizard's staff, adorned with holy golden rings and elemental runes. I looked at my boyfriend and watched his stick, which he had modified by drilling in a pullable trigger because he loved the realistic touch, flash into a futuristic rifle like something straight out of Mass Effect. A mana bar and health bar appeared on my lower left, creating an HUD on top of the augmented reality bits.

Mike's avatar started loading. Futuristic armor layered itself over his shirt and shorts and covered exposed skin. I saw my own arms shimmer and get covered with white sleeves. This game was supposed to be a proof of concept, Mike had explained. It was set in an apocalyptic future Earth where some warlocks had managed to actually bring forth demons from the netherworld, but they'd lost control and pretty much started the End Days. The scenario we were playing was slated to be one of the missions in the game's overall story, but it was nowhere near done yet. Still in the alpha phase on Steam, but Mike had pre-purchased it so we'd get the full game at a deep discount.

It didn't require a forest, just a wide place we could run through. That's the only disadvantage with AR. You couldn't stay in your living room, but in exchange, you get to feel and touch and make it seem more real than virtual reality can do. My staff was a real item in my hand, and I could slam it on the ground to cast a shockwave and actually at least feel it contact the crunchy leafed floor.

"Game starting in ten seconds."

Mike's armor completed sealing over his body, but it didn't cover his head. In fact, his head was morphed into something I wasn't expecting at all. Oh, and he had a tail too. He'd turned into an Argonian. The sexy ones from Elder Scrolls VII, not the lame ones they'd fudged up in VI after making them rather decent looking in Skyrim.

Yeah, I was one of those people. Furries became a lot more common after augmented reality made it so easy to turn into a half-animal, but it's still something most would prefer to keep a secret.

I shrugged and guessed Mike had made his avatar into one since that's what all my characters in Elder Scrolls VII were. He'd have to be blind if he didn't know I thought lizards and dragons were cool, what with all the dragonborn characters I make in AR D&D. I still kept the fact that I thought they were also sexy as fuck a secret though.

"Game starting!"

A transparent shield appeared around Mike's scale-covered head and he ready-stanced his rifle. "Okay, let's go," he said in that exact way the counter-terrorists do in classic antique Counter-Strike.

He ran through the crimson forest, following the blinking objective dot on our HUD map. I went after him, but we slowed down after just ten seconds as an eerie demonic voice boomed out of our glasses' integrated high-def speakers. "The world is ours," it said, "your god has abandoned you."

"Sheesh," I said, "I hope they write some better dialogue before they finish making the game. Sounds like something that came out of the last act of Diablo 3."

"You have a better memory of old games than I do," Mike said. "Oh shit, here they come!"

Nasty portals appeared in front of us, and even nastier tentacles came out, followed by the demons they were attached to. Some looked like hounds, some looked like walking octopi, some were clearly designed by a horribly disturbed five-year old, and each were, to the credit of the developers, unique demons.

"Spell list," I said, pulling up a display that told me what I needed to say for a spell and how much mana it cost. Mike would've constructed a thick book and have our glasses display the spells on its pages for his immersion, but I was far too lazy to carry a book to do that, so he'd have to just ignore me calling out for the spell list and pretend I was a master wizard who'd memorized all the spells.

I sifted through the spell list while my boyfriend shot at the nearest demons with his plasma rifle. A couple of tentacles went after him, but he tapped a button on his wrist which raised a hard-light shield to block and shock them. The nearest demon was one of the hounds, and he was wreathed in flames. Naturally, I picked a spell under ice element and started the incantation.

"Gelu sera et super caput eius!" Since we were in a futuristic Earth with magic, the fake broken quasi-Latin didn't break Mike's immersion. A giant block of sharpened ice appeared over the hound and dropped down to crush its head while it was distracted by Mike's plasma blasts. Its flames died out shortly afterwards.

"Plasma coil overheating," Mike shouted, "cover me!"

I scrolled for a rapid fire magic missile spell to lay down some suppression fire. The effect was practically the same as Mike's plasma blasts except my missiles were blue instead of green, and they made my mana bar drop a little faster than I would've liked. My magic seemed like it had a little more oomph, however, as the smaller demons were blasted apart into gory bits by a direct hit.

Suddenly, I saw a purple vine fly right across my face. It swirled around me and started choking me, I think. I assumed so since my screen was flashing red and my health bar was dropping, but then I heard a yell and it slithered off. I turned around and saw my boyfriend with a laser sword projected out of his wrist, and the gooey remains of the strangling vine was flailing about under where it had been sliced in two.

"Nade!" he yelled, swinging his arm and throwing something over me. "Put up a barrier, quick!"

The shield spell was close to magic missile so I didn't have to air tap the scroll bar. I blurted out the magic words and the tip of my staff projected a translucent dome around us. The canister that Mike tossed flew over into the densest part of the conglomeration of cacophonous colors, appendages, and flesh parts. It landed quite innocuously, but then the forest flashed white. My barrier started to crack where it took the brunt of the impact, and my mana bar dropped to barely a sliver.

"Mine's recharged," Mike shouted. He jumped in front of me and raised a wrist, forming a honeycombed shield under my failing one. "I got it."

I pulled my staff back, letting the AR glasses read that I wanted to cancel the barrier channel. The explosion continued crashing against Mike's shield, but the brunt of it was over and it held, although I was left with barely enough mana to do much else.

When the white explosion turned back to blood red, the path in front of us was devoid of demons, and the trees in vicinity had all toppled away from the blast. Some were still burning with green fire. "Holy smokes," I said, clutching my staff. "Was that a grenade, or a full-on bomb?"

"Hand nuke, actually. I grossly underestimated the friendly splash damage though. Only got two more, better not use them unless we've got full shields and are desperate." He readied his rifle again, his Argonian muzzle grinning with all his teeth gleaming. "Come, we've still got over half a mile to go!"

I nodded and jogged after him. "How do I refill my mana?"

"There should be some mana potions around, I think."

I looked and indeed there were classic blue potions, conveniently placed in little glass jars where the demons had been banished. I had to actually bend over, pick them up, and pour their imaginary virtual fluid into my closed mouth to see my mana bar go back up. "Alright," I said, after pretending to chug down two glasses, "full mana."

Plasma blasts rang throughout my ears. "Minor demons are already spawning again, let's sprint!"

I followed, hurling fireballs and showering lightning bolts along the way. I also had to stop once in a while to pick up potions.

My boyfriend noticed it and let me know, "I think mages need to be buffed. I'm gonna post a suggestion that they turn the mana pots into mana orbs that you suck in when you step near them."

"Yeah," I said, "that would be helpful."

"Not that I don't like the sight of you bending over."

"Perv."

"You're my boyfriend. I'm entitled."

I glared at him and shot a fireball right over his head to hit a gross masked flesh thing. "Keep shooting, you can stare at my ass later when there aren't anti-boner monsters around."

He shot a catlike demon in the head and smirked at me. "Oh yes, I sure will. Got that surprise, too."

We ran and gunned our way down, splattering the trees with hellspawn remains as we made our way towards our camp. We used up one of Mike's handheld nukes along the way, but we made it to the holy temple of Arctica or whatever with all our red health bars still up.

"Okay," my boyfriend said. "Cover me, I'll read the Scroll of Agamanish!"

He ran off into the virtual ruins, the center of which was our tent. I saw a pyramid-like structure in the middle of the ruins. I guess it was some apparatus that points up towards the heavens, but undoubtedly it was generated to prevent us from accidentally trampling our own shelter for the night.

I provided what cover I could, magic missiles and lightning storms as much as my mana would allow, and I'd squat over the blue potions like I was at a gym to keep on replenishing it. I could hear Mike yell out mumbo jumbo even under my fields of magical destruction.

But the monsters kept coming. Larger waves, tougher demons. The potion drops became more sparse, and overall my blue bar was dropping. "Hurry it up!" I called out.

"Half a page more! Almost done!"

Right, more lightning storms and explosions interspersed by gym squats followed. I had to retreat further and further until I was nearly surrounded. I dodged and moved like a ninja to guzzle down as many mana pots as I could, and then I called for the mini-nuke.

I got my shield up the same time I heard Mike say, "Nuclear launch detected."

Cue the awesome green vaporization effect, and my mana dropping like a rock.

When it was over, there was nothing but the temple and pyramid thing, Mike under his honeycomb shield, and me. I nodded and stepped forward to grab some of the potions, demons started spawning again right under them. They rose, and there was nothing I could do except swipe at them with my magically inert staff.

More and more emerged until it felt like the field hadn't been nuked at all. I could only fall back until one of them managed to wrap a tentacle around my wrist.

And then Mike's voice raised up. "Beata Patris, ac bestias et vermes conteret haec inficiat, ut terra vestra sacra curat mundus!"

White light swathed over us, melting away the demon horde.

"Thus this ground is sanctified," Mike said, walking away from the temple.

"My legs are tired from all those squats," I said, utterly ignoring him.

He patted me on the back, and I could see the side of his virtualized snout protrude from the edge of my vision. "I hope you're not too tired," he said boisterously. "I've still got a surprise for you tonight."

I grunted, turned around, and crossed my arms. "I hope it involves a secret hot spring or something."

"Nope!" he simply said with a grin. Damn, that reptilian smirk was adorable, though.

I tapped my glasses off and returned to reality. There was a time for technology, and now it was time to be stripped of it. Evening was upon us, and we spent it doing camping things like gathering firewood, lighting a campfire, roasting marshmallows and singing songs after dinner. Before we knew it, the stars were alight, and our tent beckoned to us while the song of crickets and nature thrummed outside.

We inflated our air mattress and settled down for the night, but we were young and out in the wild which meant there'd be one last thing we'd do before we slept.

"And now for your surprise," Mike said once we'd gotten comfy on the mattress.

His left hand, warm and soft, reached under my shirt and caressed my flat, partially toned stomach. His right hand did something which countered the appeal of the left. It stuck my AR glasses back onto my face.

"Aaand now I feel awkward," I said.

"You'll love this," my boyfriend said, pulling his hands away from me. He took his shirt off, the little portable tent light hanging off the top of our space accentuating his nice muscles, contrasting where they bulged with light. He put his glasses on and tapped the air to do whatever it was he was doing.

Then a window popped up onto my screen. Mikeypwn42 wants to launch secret.exe with you. Would you like to allow this process? The long security warnings followed. I accepted them.

Mikey's nice muscular torso shimmered and was suddenly layered with scales and scutes. His face turned into that of a dragonborn from the latest online Dungeons and Dragons game. He still had his pants on, but my dick sprang up like an unwound spring regardless.

One of his hands, now clawified visually but still human in reality, squeezed my bulge, and he gave me a toothy grin knowing he had pinpointed precisely what I wanted. "Close your eyes," he said.

I didn't argue and just did it. "Okay."

"Keep 'em shut until I say so."

I nodded.

I heard his pants sliding off. Something sounded like a light snap. He shifted around over me, his presence and scent wafting over me. Holy shit. I craved him.

His warmth grew more and more intense, and then he told me to open my eyes.

Damn.

I was greeted with the fine image of a giant ridged dragon cock right jutting hard right above my face. I think I leaked a little.

“Touch it,” Mike said.

I raised my right hand. It had been layered with scales too. Blue, my favorite. My hand moved like it was in molasses, slowed by the hotness of it all. I wanted to make it last.

I poked the lightly throbbing shaft. My eyes widened in surprise. It was all slicked up with lube so it was a little harder to tell, but it didn’t feel like normal skin. My hand grasped it and felt it up. I could feel the ridges where I saw them. That didn’t make sense. It was supposed to be just an image of a dragon cock.

My left hand started reaching for my glasses, but Mikey stopped me. “No,” he said. “That’ll ruin the immersion!”

“Again with the immersion,” I said. “But then, how, oh. You bought that dragon dildo strap on didn’t you?”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Kinky boyfriend.”

“You’re the one with the dragon fetish.”

“You’re the one feeding it.”

“I’ll feed your hungry ass, alright.”

And dear heaven did I want it. “Do it,” I pleaded. It came out a little more squeaky than I’d wanted.

“So needy. I love it when you’re like this.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

His presence lifted away, but his scent lingered.

“Turn around first,” Mikey said.

My body obeyed automatically. I was too deeply intoxicated by my senses to argue.

“Get on all fours,” he said. “Perk that ass up for me. Bend for those mana pots.”

I couldn’t verbally spar with him anymore. I peered under myself, looking between my greyish scaled legs to catch glimpses of his thick black scaled thighs. Gods, I wanted to feel his toy-enhanced cock in me.

He slapped me between my ass cheeks with it first, teasing me, making me feel how massive it was. I mean damn, Mikey was already pretty big, but this was a whole different level. It was a fricken dragon dildo, after all. It was the wearable kind that rubbed him while he fucked me, not just a plain old strap-on, so he’d be able to fill me up through the hole at the end…

Oh jeez, I drooled and didn’t even realize it.

Then I gasped when the tip pressed against me. I shuddered as the tapered tip spread my rear open, the cool lube helping me take every millimeter. Then my ring sealed past the pointed glans and battled against a ridge, the first of many. I yielded to it, and the next, and so on, until that thick shaft was entirely inside me.

His warmth encompassed my back as he bent over me. “Babe,” he whispered.

I grunted rather lustfully.

“Love you,” he said.

“M-me too,” I stuttered, barely able to maintain a grasp of the steamy situation.

He pulled his hips back and gave me a good thrust. “You know, I’m not into dragons as much as you are, but something about seeing you as a powerful majestic creature getting fucked under me is driving me wild.”

“G-go wild,” I said. Another drop of drool stained my blanket.

And dear god did he. If it hadn’t absolutely lathered the strap-on with lube he’d probably have torn up my hole. He wasn’t holding me down, but I couldn’t lift my head up. If I was wearing one of those old AR goggles from decades ago, their weight would have made them fly right off my face after the first few thrusts from my draconified boyfriend.

My ass burned for a minute before the pleasure overcame it. Thankfully he hadn’t gotten a model with a knot, or I’d probably faint from trying to take it in one night. Mikey sure didn’t feel like he was patient enough for that right now, and neither was I. I wanted him to pound the cum out of me with that wonderful toy, and he was getting me there. Those ridges flew like pulses against my prostate, and I was drooling from more than one place. Even my ass was dripping excess lube.

I could feel that familiar storm in my loins gather, but before lightning struck, Mikey pulled out and stopped. “Wha?” I muttered, barely cognizant of real life beyond the location of his ridged shaft.

“I can’t have all the fun,” he said. I didn’t notice until he spoke how heavy his breathing had become, how guttural his voice had turned. “As hot, ah, as it is to see such a beast tamed, huff, it’s time. Flip around. That’s a good dragon boy. Now you can watch this hunky reptile ream you.”

Damn, Mikey was just pressing all of my buttons now. How long could my eyes watch those rippling muscles bend his scales, that beautiful muzzled face and alien feralish eyes steeped in pleasure, and those powerful hips driving forth that massive dragon dick before I couldn’t take it anymore?

Not fucking long at all. Barely a minute after he plunged back into me, a time far too short for my liking, I could no longer stop the storm between my legs. I exploded in a rather messy fashion, a much heavier load than usual, but the AR view made it appear as if I had completely bathed my belly scales in white and added more fuel to my orgasm, making it last as long as it possibly could.

“Holy hell that’s hot,” Mikey moaned out, his thrusts quickly turning inevitably erratic as my ass clenched on him through the toy.

I grunted. I wanted to tell him to fill me up, but I was far too exhausted to do that. All I could do was focus on tightening my ass on him, holding and releasing, milking him until he finished and gave me what he wanted so desperately to give.

Finally, he buried his muzzle against my soaked chest and hilted one last time. I could feel his cock pulse even though it was covered by the dragon toy, injecting me with everything he had. His hands wandered all over my body while he came, moaning and muttering my name.

We sunk into an afterglow, and for a long while we were both quiet. Mikey uncharacteristically so. In fact, I had to pipe up. “Hey, Mikey, did you fall asleep?”

He took in a deep breath and lifted his head away. The AR showed his face covered with my imaginary dragon seed, the puddles I had sprayed onto my chest clinging to his snout. If I weren’t so sleepy, I might’ve popped another boner.

“No,” he said relaxingly, and then stared into my eyes. His hands held my cheeks and he smiled. “Gods, look at you. Oh, but you can.”

“What?”

A message popped up on my goggles. Mikeypwn42 would like to share a file with you.

I accepted, clicked through the security crap again, and then I actually did get hard again when the file opened. It was a screenshot of me lying there with white dragon cream all over me from my boyfriend’s point of view. Damn. “I’m saving that.”

“Don’t need to. We can do this again anytime.”

“Still saving it.”

“I know.”

“Love you.”

“You too.”

We took our goggles off, kissed, and then he nuzzled against my chest again. With the help of exhaustion, I suppressed my erection and we went off to the realm of sleep together. What was once restricted to that realm...dreams...no longer.