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In the year 2042, virtual reality (VR) tech became the standard for entertainment, and VR e-sports continued to rise in popularity. Biofeedback systems, while still experimental, were mostly safe. That said, given certain incidents in the past, there was still a state mandate to supervise their usage. Thus, at RyuCon at the Arena Arcade–named after one of the iconic heroes of the fighting game genre, men in button up shirts and ties and name badges manned each station to answer any questions about the products, and to ensure participant safety.

But mostly, people were there for the debut of “Virtual Idol Boxing X: Hyper Real Action." The game was going to be demoed by an actual boxer/jobber/pornstar.

Jack Seldout sucked down deep breaths as he squirmed in the rather tight-fitting forest green jumpsuit–the insides had little electrodes for the biofeedback system, and it hugged around all his curves–and while the model for the public would have a cup for the sake of decency, this model hugged his bulging sack and dick straining against the fabric. He gave a self-admiring slap of his own ass, and grinned to himself at its fine jiggle, before stepping out to the roaring crowds and raising his padded gloves into the air.

The crowd roared, though anyone who was in the know knew that the cheers weren't necessarily for Jack. They were for the show to come.

Still, whether knowing or not, Jack soaked in the crowd's excitement and hype.

Jack strode up to the stage, head full of blonde deadlocks held up high, as he exaggeratedly cracked his neck in order to sway and display them for the crowds. He sauntered up the ramp to the pod on stage, and took the visor from the cute EphemeralSoft employee who had been dolled up to help sell the product with the top few buttons having been released to reveal her cleavage below. She adjusted the headset on Jack, making sure it was tight and secure, before placing on the gloves. The gloves, however, were just accessories, as the electrodes made sure the entire body was the controller.

“WELCOME TO THE FUTURE OF VIRTUAL REALITY ENTERTAINMENT!" A man in a suit sporting a pair of the old iconic plastic VR glasses raised up his arms to the roaring entertainment of the crowds. “I'm your host, Mr. Sarusuberi! And it is my pleasure to introduce to you the newest production from EphemeralSoft studios! Virtual Idol Boxing X: Hyper Real Action!"

The crowd's excitement nearly blew off the roof of the building with sheer volume.

“Our biofeedback system allows for nearly 1:1 movement control over your highly customizable in-game avatar in the game. Not only that, but for you weirdos out there, we also have a also sent back a small shock back into the system to simulate pain and even the sensation of bruising. Of course, given certain problems during testing, there was a safety program built in to prevent a person from going into shock from sheer pain or pleasure, though even the safety program was experimental.

Jack Seldout bapped his padded gloves together, rubbing them eagerly–when they were searching for demo codes, he was one of the first boxers to leap at the chance–he had been looking forward to this day for years.

He bobbed and weaved in place a few times to get the feel of the headset and equipment down, flexing his massive guns for the crowd. A lot of both the ladies and gents went wild for the gunshow, drowning each other out with their ecstatic screams as he bounced his biceps and pecs underneath the tight-fitting fabric.

The humongous screen behind them booted up, with the familiar EphemeralSoft logo coming on screen, with a cute, squeaky voice announcing their name with a charming giggle, before the screen popped up with the cast of the game announcing its name: “Virtual Idol Boxing X: Hyper Real Action!" The reading of the title was drowned out by the cheers.

“We are showcasing our “Storm the Castle Mode" today! In it, you play a boxing champion of the people, who is tasked with storming the castle of the Demon Lord Dragmor, and fight your way through a gauntlet of digitized boxers that you know and love of all shapes, sizes, species, and genders! What's more, you can customize which ones show up!"

The screen shifted to a 360 degree overview of Jack's avatar. “As you can see, Jack has his character already created for him–the default is based on the biofeedback ratings, though, of course, Mr. Seldout has fine-tuned his avatar to be more exactly how he wants to be! “Tight-fitting golden trunks hugged his massive bulge, straining against the cloth and the outline of his shaft leaving little to the imagination. He had pumped everything into Strength and Charisma, and made everything else his dump stat–Dexterity, Constitution, Wisdom, and, of course, Intelligence.

He had selected, of all things, a barbarian as his class, though, judging from the live feed of people commenting from home, this was a poor choice considering his stats. Jack took one look at the people posting in the chat. “Pssh. Fuck the haters. Let daddy drive the way he want to."

“And now, Jack will take his first step into the land of Tysonia! Where, hopefully, he will claim all the monsters and maidens in his path to knockout the Demon Lord!"

The announcer set the difficulty to “Rookie" mode–which PING!ed as it confirmed. Jack grunted–it had been agreed that it would be best if Jack demoed on one of the lower difficulties as to ease in the audience to the new technology, though he had argued that he could take on the 'Super Heavyweight Champion' mode with a blindfold on and a hand tied around behind his back–those were his exact words, more or less.

He stepped forward, feeling the grass underfoot. The biofeedback was working well–he could feel every blade of dewey grass underfoot as he started down the dirt road to the massive looming castle in the distance–its towers scraping at the cel-shaded midnight violet sky.

The BGM track was an electro synth boppin beat getting his blood pumping for the adventure ahead. After getting his footing, he strode forward with a near dance-like step, while bopping his head to the beat. After all, Mr. Sabusuberi would pay handsomely for an enthused player.

It was then that the surroundings flashed, and, in a blink, Jack found himself in a ring in the middle of a forest–right in the middle of the path leading up to the castle.

Across the ring was a familiar face...a young, lean stallion twink of a Zebra who quaked in his boots as Jack approached. He pointed his glove in an attempt to be threatening, as he anounced his presence.

“I-I am Zeborah, the first of Demon Lord Dragmor's Four Heavenly Kings! I will, erm...vanquish you!"

“Oh for fuck's sake," Jack groaned and facepalmed. “You're STILL the guard for the Demon Lord?"

The zebra with the thick mohawk down the middle of his scalp nodded with a shaking timidity, offering a slight sheepish grin.

Jack rolled his eyes, before slapping together his gloves with a loud POW, before beckoning the zebra forward with a motion of his gloves.

The UI in Jack's visor as well as on the screen formed a display overhead–a yellow bar for their health, little dots indicating knockdowns, a counter indicating “0 hits" at the moment, and a pink meter–with a heart at the full side of the meter, and a set of three white squirting droplets at the “empty" end. At the bottom of the screen, was a meter consisting of little, white arrows–with a dimmed “POW" explosion at the end.

Jack saw that the chat was going wild–though the headset had muted him from hearing what he assumed would be the roaring crowd.

Zeborah drew back his fist, squinting his eyes shut with fear as he lunged in with a telegraphed fist to Jack's face. The bronzed beefcake leaned out of the way almost lazily, before plowing his fist into the zebra's exposed belly–with a WHUFF escaping from Zeborah's lungs. Zeborah wheezed, his eyes bugging out as he took a step back as he doubled over.

Jack swaggered forward, swaying easily into a heavy left-right hook combo, smashing the striped equine's face each way with spittle flying from his lips–each blow tearing out chunks of the yellow health bar above. The bronzed slugger slammed the zebra's slackened jaw shut with a hard uppercut, sending a spray of spittle up into the air, damned near tearing his head off. Zeborah fell to the canvas, spread-eagled–his tent pitched nicely for all the crowd to see, as his drool leaked from his long horseface. The pink meter was already nearly completely full just from the speedy 20 seconds of boxing.

Jack squatted down over Zeborah's face, allowing the curve of his bulge to slide down Zeborah's long face, rubbing in the easy win he had taken from the striped horse, who could only whimper and take it. Jack flexed for the onlookers, bouncing his buff pecs for the stream as he kissed his own biceps.

“Fucking flawless–betcha I can speed-run this bitch!"

He punctuated his point by slamming his glove in Zeborah's already tenderized, soft belly–his whole body jerking with every punch. And while the yellow health bar was already drained dry, the pink one emptied out quickly with every punch. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! By the fifth punch in his soft underbelly, Zeborah bucked and whinnied as he creamed his shorts from the impacts–the stream camera zooming in on the stain forming at the tip of the bulge.

Jack's own pink meter had emptied slightly from having savored the prize of his fight, and his own bulge tightened the fit of his shorts.

As he stood, he let out a relieved sigh–he clenched his belly to restrain himself as he allowed the ring itself started to fade back into the path, as a UI popped up.

5 xp get! 20 copper get!

He couldn't afford to waste it on Zeborah–as good as it'd feel to mark the zebra, he would tire himself before the end. He had to save himself for the later opponents...

It was then that Jack heard the announcer's voice ringing throughout the woods.

“It looks like Jack has handily defeated the first of Demon Lord Dragmor's Four Heavenly Kings! Will he be able to keep going strong!?"

Jack strode forward, head held up high. In his mind, he answered the announcer–no shit! He was Jack Seldout, and there was nothing that could stop his streak!

“Man, he wasn't even worth using my super move on! Give me a real challenge!" he yelled out to the chatbox and the announcer...wherever they were.

It was then that he stopped–as three trees stood before him–each with branches barren of life.

On one door was the symbol of a dragon.

On another door was the symbol of a lotus on a pond.

On yet another was a mountain...

Dragons and mountains, he expected. A lotus though? What kind of symbol was that? His curiosity got the better of him, and his gloved hand shot out toward the handle, and he pushed through the door.

Behind it was another path, leading through a dark forest...yet there were no sounds. The owls failed to hoot, and there were no crickets making the music of the night. His entire frame tensed at the eerie silence...still he trudged through the quiet forest path...

Further down the path, the thick foliage gave way to an opening, where he came upon a bridge over a fog-coated river. The passage of time within the game had given rise to the moon in the night sky, shining silvery light onto the square arena.

The background music gave way to a somber oriental shamisen, which quickly broke down into a fast, dirty, techno beat. As he crossed the bridge, and stepped foot onto the arena, a shiver ran down his bared shoulders.

“Why does this feel like boss music?"

It was then that the music hit its climax, as a lone boxer rose from her lotus position seat from across the way...a young mouse with a paint splotched fur coat shed the untied pink kimono lined with red around her shoulders, letting it fall from her shoulders as she rose and turned to face Jack, revealing her toned, lithe frame. Not an ounce of fat adorned her body save for the modest amounts upon her chest, which were firm and nubile.

She bowed at the waist with regal grace as the ring ropes materialized around them from thin air. She offered a tranquil, sweet smile as she stepped forward with a fluid grace up to Jack, and brought up her gloves to tap.

“Welcome to Demon Lord Dragmor's Castle...I serve the master as Kari Kazushige. I hope you will enjoy your stay."

Jack's lips split into a wide grin as he saw the mouse's face, tapping her gloves back, noting his still full super meter after the bout with Zeborah. Apparently they carried over. Handy. “Oh lawdy it's shawty–you caught me offguard last time. Won't happen again, I'll promise you that." Immediately, Jack's fist shot out and tagged her on the muzzle with a high pitched squeak coming from her lips as he boxed her head back. But as Jack swung his follow-up hook, the mouse swiftly swayed outside its range, and slammed her glove into his unprotected underbelly, drilling her glove into his until-now untouched chiseled abs.

Jack clenched his teeth, huffing at the throbbing in his belly. “You're gonna regret that, pipsqueak." He stepped up and swung a heavy set of hooks, his gloves rocking the mouse each way with a heavy blow, forcing her to stagger back. As he stepped in, her fist shot out and tagged him in the face, smashing into his cheek.

But even as Jack's cheek rippled around the glove, he powered through and swiveled into a heavy gutting blow at her belly, denting the proud toned wall underneath her firm tits. Her squeaks were music to his ears, and he relished each note as he drove a hook into her side for the encore.

And he still had the grand finale.

His eyes and gloves flashed and shined with an intense, blinding, radiant blue light, and time seemed to slow around Kari as he drove his glove into the underside of her chin with a flashy, leaping uppercut. In the corner of his eye, he could see the replay being shown to the crowd in slow-motion, as the glove smashed into her chin, the fur on her hide rippling around the glove as it lifted her off her wrapped bare footpaws before she crashed back upon the arena floor–blood trickling from her nose upon her muzzle, gasping as she panted breathlessly, her modest mounds rising and falling upon her chest.

“Das right, squeaks, ya got lucky the first time, but I just did what they call a pro-gamer move!"

The chat filled with emojis and banners signaling their eye-rolling groans at the dated slang. And as Jack celebrated by puffing out and beating his chest, the count started to ring out.

Jack yelled out jeers and taunts to the chat, including chopping with his hands to the inside of his thighs, yelling at them all to “suck his big fat one" before flipping them all the bird.

“4...5...she's up!"

Jack's eyes went wide before he whipped around, only to eat a flurry of one-two-three gloves to the face, each smashing into his cheeks and chin, before her right SLAMMED into his underbelly, forcing Jack to sink to his knees with a single blow, his healthbar draining from just a little over half all the way to nothing with one flurry of a combo–a red X being slashed over one of the white dots, which apparently marked the amount of knockdowns he was allowed.

A word flashed in front of Jack's eyes:

CONTINUE?

9...8...

“Whoops!" the announcer's voice rang out, drowning out the count. “It looks like Jack accidentally activated the boss's “Limit Mode!" Fighters after Zeborah enter this mode after their first knockdown. They speed up their attacks, deal more damage, and introduce new moves into their arsenal of pain!"

Jack swallowed. “Oh. Ohhh. Oh fuck." The cheeriness of the announcer made the bitter pill only worse to swallow. Jack looked up at the mouse.e digitized princess of Dick's Drinks simply stared at Jack with the steely cold gaze. The AI of the day could emulate emotions well, but Kari's eyes had never seemed more like a killer robot than now.

She simply bobbed in place, waiting, almost daring Jack to get back up again.

“You still have 11 rounds left, Jack. Make good use of them."

Jack looked back up, meeting her gaze, and scowled, punching the ground as he started to rise, wincing at his tenderized belly as he cradled it with his glove, managing to get up by 5.

“You're going to pay for that, Princess," he spat, before eating another glove to the face. Her arms swung heavy hooks, smashing into each of his eyes, gradually blackening them with repeated impacts–the force of which were the only thing keeping Jack on his feet.

“F-fuc-UNF! ing let me–OUF! get a shot-AHF! in you-"

“No." She punctuated her response with a swift uppercut with her right glove, shutting Jack's jaw, and powering through–sending him back onto the arena spread-eagled. The tent in his pants was now straining against his shorts. The pink arousal meter had a sliver left, and he found himself whimpering as he rolled over onto his side–the second dot being marked with an X from the knockdown.

He sucked down desperate breaths, causing his bruised, cratered belly to quiver and throb. The pole holding up his tent twitched and ached...

CONTINUE?

9...8...

The chat was already starting to spam emotes, jeering and mocking him. Little post-orgasm Jack faces, possibly clipped from one of his more unfortunate matches.

He swore under his breath. His eyes looked to the bar at the bottom of his UI, noticing the POW meter flashing red and yellow.

He could still turn this around on shawty.

7...6...5...

The corner of his mouth turned up in a tired yet sly grin, as he forced himself slowly to his feet by the count of 6–the number underneath “Continue" freezing at “4." He grunted as he pushed on his knee to stand before raising his gloves back up to cover his face.

Kari still bounced back and forth on the balls of her feet as she stared down Jack from behind her gloves. “I hope Lord Dragmor's accomodations are to your liking," she said with a hint of that flat AI tone. As great as the voice-acting was on Kari in making her sound like the little waitress boxer he had known from Dick's, the hint of her being an AI permeated through her voice through little cracks.

“Not quite yet, mousey. Still got a little left in the tank for ya..." He chuckled darkly...

His glove suddenly drew back to his waist and his eyes and fist glowed, before he surged forth with a hard right uppercut–the fist rocketing at her chin...

And the mouse almost boredly swayed back out of the way with that same flat gaze.

“Oh nooo! Jack whiffed his super! And Dragmor's Heavenly Kings are not very forgiving of player's mistakes."

Kari's own lips erupted in a cruel smile. Her eyes flashed with a fiery orange, as did her gloves.

And Jack could only whimper before her fist PLUNGED into his belly–it only took one shot for him to spit his mouthguard all the way across the arena, forcing him to cover up the even wider crater in his once proud abs. Pre-cum moistened and stained his shorts, spreading across his crotch from the gut-wrenching blow.

But that wasn't nearly the end of her super.

Kari ducked down, and her arms tightened, before she unloaded and HAMMERED uppercuts into that already tenderized target, over and over, staring into Jack's punch drunk gaze even as he started to drool from the sides of his mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as he started to fall forward onto his face.

The mouse damn near took off his head with a wrecking ball of an uppercut smashing into his jaw. Spittle flew from his lips as her fist knocked him clear off his feet. It was a screenshot worthy sight–the tiny little 5'0" mouse blasting the mighty 6'0" bronze-skinned titan off his feet. Spittle sprayed from his mouth as he arced through the air–his tent on auspicious display.

In the corner of Jack's hazy, dizzy vision–he could make the outline of the slow-mo replay being displayed for the world to see. He couldn't make out what the chat was saying–nor would he if his brain cells could rub together enough to read right now.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his heavy body slammed into the arena floor, gloves splayed on either side of him–his dick standing at attention, with the camera getting a good look as it panned over his laid flat out form, getting every angle of his bronze flesh shining with sweat and violet bruises, the drool leaking from his lips, the pair of shiners, allowing the audience to soak it all in and clip it for prosperity and spreading all over the net. The in-game announcer's voice boomed out with:

FIRST ROUND TKO!

Followed shortly by a pathetic, whimpering out tune, with a slowed:

GAME OVER.

The reverb of the announcer echoed as Kari slammed her bare foot and ground her sweaty wrapped sole onto his cheek, mashing his face against the arena's floor, as she held up her gloves in triumph–her chest rising and falling gently. The mouse had never been one to celebrate exuberantly over a foe, and her AI avatar had encapsulated that well... And it also integrated her desire to serve, even as the victor.

The mouse started to slide her boxer shorts down her legs, exposing her pink to the camera, allowing the watching stream audience to get a good look at her drooling pussy lips, glistening with her nectar, before she planted it upon Jack's face–still keeping his eyes exposed so Jack could look up at her exposed back as she leaned forward.

“Lord Dragmor sends his regards, Sir Hero."

Her tail wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him up against her sex tightly, as her love tunnel wrapped lovingly around his nose. Her heavy musky yet sweet scent was overwhelming and his already swimming head seemed to float off into bliss while she daintily removed his shorts from his body, giving him the 5-star treatment in spite of his slipshoddy performance, revealing his impressive, girthy dick, almost comparable in size to her forearm–allowing it to flop free, exposed to the cool night air...and Jack felt a smile spread over his face...

...before he felt himself CRASHING down as she drove her glove like a spike into his relaxed belly with a GUHNF!–his dick spraying and unloding its contents up into the air with a geyser of cum–the big finish to mark a successful demo of Virtual Idol Boxing X.

He felt himself drift off, with that same dumb, stupid grin smeared all over his face. He vaguely recalled something soft and fuzzy wiping his face, smearing something moist all over his nose and eyes...

===

It was only later that Jack discovered the footage from RyuCon–he had literally soiled the VR jumpsuit. Thankfully, EphemeralSoft were not going to hold him responsible. Actually, due to his lovely “performance," they had added a bonus–granting him a full set-up of the EphemeralSoft VR gear as well as a copy of Virtual Idol Boxing X–offering a portion of the proceeds based on how many viewers he attracted.

It was only a few weeks later where he re-entered the world of Tysonia and made his way through that same door, stepping into that same moonlit arena, pounding his gloves together...

“Ready for round 3, shawty!?"

The AI copy of Dick's Drink's Princess raised her gaze slowly up to Jack, and rose slowly, before bowing lowly in that same, practiced, rigidly formal fashion.

“Welcome to Demon Lord Dragmor's Castle...I serve the master as Kari Kazushige. I hope you will enjoy your stay."