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Not Enough Skill 2
Authors note: Heavily sex themed, magic-transform, that sort of thing -
exactly what I usually write and I ain't gonna change it and become
sweet and sentimental.
It's been a while since I had the bug to write, been extremely busy and
I don't get paid to do this but since quite a few people liked it and it
apparently had more than 10,000 views I thought "why not", and I've got
some spare time today so I thought I'd write a part 2. If you enjoy it
let me know, if you don't, then at least it's free, I am adult enough to
take honest criticism too.
This is the second part of another original story called Not Enough
Skill so you're probably better off starting there.
"I bought you the game," said Brian to Julian while they were on their
lunch break. "You were good at it and you seemed to enjoy it, you were
on it all night, I saw you logged quite a few hours!" he added.
The two of them were alone, it was almost time to return to class (they
only had 15 minutes in the morning!) and the other two had gone off to a
vending machine to get some chocolate or something.
"Oh. Thanks," mumbled Julian, who had been extremely quiet all day.
"What's up with you? You been weird all day. You ill or something? Or
just tired," he laughed.
"Nothing. But yeah.... I don't feel right. Maybe you're right. I'm
going home," said Julian.
"And another thing. You look like... like..." Brian leaned in to
scrutinise his friend. "Like you're wearing some... stuff. I don't
know. Like you've got some of those cream things my mom uses on.
What's up with you? And you don't LOOK tired... you look-"
"Never mind, I'm gone." Julian jumped up and practically ran from the
table "Seeyou," he said, grabbing his rucksack and turning to leave,
phone in hand.
"Wait- you gonna be on the game tonigh-" Brian called as his friend,
having already brush past a number of other diners, hit the door and
pushed his way outside.
"My god," breathed Julian as he hit the fresh air.
The whole day had been an extremely strange experience, thought Julian.
He was feeling quite ill, though he was definitely not coming down with
any virus. He had thought his memory of the last night just some sort of
super-real, ultra-vivid fever dream. But when he had looked in the
mirror that morning he could have sworn he looked... different. If he
was being honest, he could swear he had a tinge of Juliette now from
that game.... he looked slighter, there was, he was sure, an ever so
slightly different tone to his skin and a number of his spots had gone
now. Brian's mockery was the final straw. And although he couldn't be
certain, he was more than a little concerned that he was STILL changing
throughout.
That had to mean that whatever he might have thought, the experiences on
that game (Kingdom of Balance? He'd never forget it now!) were more
than just his fertile imagination. It had DONE something to him, he was
sure of it. But that had to be impossible, right? Machines couldn't
just -change- people like that. They were only games. You didn't
become an Italian plumber just because you'd played some Nintendo. And
as cheesy as it sounded, he'd never -wished- for this either. Jules
knew he wasn't perfect, and yeah he had his downs, maybe more downs than
ups, but he was a smart kid, and he knew that was normal, as normal as
it gets. So he hadn't gone wishing on any stars or throwing coins in
wells or rocks or anything like that.
So it HAD to be something to do with the game. And it was worrying.
Worrying enough that Juliette almost stumbled into traffic as he crossed
the road on his way home. It was a gray, murky day out - clouds filled
the sky and Julian's thoughts. If this thing was still affecting him,
would it continue to affect him? Was there no way to stop it? He
suddenly had a great feeling of dread, and resolved himself. He was
going to have to do something about that he thought, as he more
carefully crossed the road at the second attempt...
As he ate dinner later on with his parents while they silently watched
him with some measured concern, he realised that was not really sure
what that something even WAS. If he went back into the gameworld he
couldn't be sure of WHAT might happen to him. But when he tried the
phone number of the software company that supposedly had written the
game, it rang off. Most people had left their offices by now, he
supposed. He would have no answers tonight. Writing down his problems
on everyone's favourite search engine yielded no results
(unsurprisingly) but it wasn't one of those things he'd expect to find a
cheat code for. His friends had been unaffected after all.
No, it HAD to have been in the game, and if he had to guess, it had to
be that short bald man that had something to do with it. He seemed...
out of place in the game world. More out of place even than Juliette
had been. He finished chewing on his last morsel of food (a delicious,
but over spiced meatball!) and he excused himself to his room.
As he entered his room and stared at his new gaming set, he steeled
himself. He'd have to go back in for his answers. At least this time
he was prepared. Or more prepared than before. He couldn't carry on
like this, not without finding out what the hell was going on.
He placed the headset on once more, and switched the machine on. It was
time to face the music.... literally, he thought to himself as the games
theme began to play.
Once more, his consciousness alerted him to the sights and sounds around
as the familiar inn from the last time he had delved into this game
reappeared... the noises, clanking pitchers and chatter already starting
despite the early hour, things were busy...
And once again Julian had slipped in to Juliette. Things felt different
this time though. Even more vivid than previous. Less ... gamey and
more reality. There were no flickers among the perfectly drawn shapes
and there was little to discern from reality about the noise. The only
difference, truly, was that he could not FEEL the hard oak table he had
now sat Juliette's shapely physique at.
Or... couldn't he? Julian swore that the wooden surface - despite being
nothing more than pixels beamed to his eyes from a visor - were sending
impulses along his fingers. The texture, apparent to his mind now - as
she ran her fingers along. And picked up a half pitcher of ale sitting
there, a relic left by someone or other who had left in a hurry,
presumably to quest.
He took a proper look around the inn. Nothing unusual, really. Lots of
groups of people laughing and joking, full of boisterousness. It was an
eclectic mix - lots of different races, shapes, sizes... people with
instruments strapped to their back, or weapons sheathed... holy looking
sorts with religious paraphernalia and magic-users with their oddities.
But there was no sign of the short bald headed man from the previous
knight. And despite herself, she knew she needed to find him if she was
to get any sort of answer. She could only hope that perhaps with her
guard up, and being aware of what was now possible, she could hope to
stop the same thing from happening this time.
And what answer? What could she expect? The last night had taken all
her willpower away, had removed most if not all traces of Julian for the
short time after he'd seen that thin-smiled man. Juliette now, in this
instance. Her will was ... well, was all HIS. Nothing felt different
within - Juliette was the same character as ever, really. The same
person that had gone to school for all those years, the same person that
enjoyed watching any kind of sport on the box, the same person that
wanted to work at a hospital one day...
Sure she did not look the same now, Juliette thought as she examined
herself,.... that (sigh) revealing little green tunic - more of a green
shift dress, now, she had found something that made her move more
quietly the last time she was out with her friends on those
adventures... she still had the same light brown curled hair and the
same boots as before. But... oh, yes.... the bow. That was new. She
took it from her back and inspected it. It looked... shimmery.
Unbelievably light, but hard and strong, with ornate purple flecks,
studded gems and other accoutrements decorating it. And arrows to go
with it - 24 of them.
And oh yes, the bag as well! A level booster... she hadn't used it
yet.. she would now. She opened it. These things were designed to help
boost a lower level players level up to his friends quickly, in times of
need- they were very rare, as mostly games like this were more about the
journey, but it helped if you really needed them fast. Juliette figured
she did at that, and untied the end of the bag-... a shimmering light
fell upon her and she knew she had grown stronger. Excellent. Not only
stronger but faster.... a party across from her noted this, a group of
three, two males and a female, all similarly dressed in heavy looking
armor...
"Hey," one of them called out. "You need a group?"
They all looked like standard fantasy tropes, Jules thought. The female
was typically clad in dark leathers, had a strange spiky shock of white
hair hair, and looked extremely pale, carrying some sort of mace or
hammer. One of the males looked only half human - HUGE, towering over 6
foot, and he also had a hammer - but his looked like you'd need two
hands to hold it, was near twice the size of the leather clad priestess.
And the third was a white armored man, looking far too old for this, but
moving like a man half his age, with his darting eyes constantly taking
the surroundings in - Jules noted inwardly that currently they were
darting in way to try their best not to fixate on her bosom.
"I'm not sure." And she wasn't. She had no other plans though and just
thought... well, friends couldn't hurt. "But I don't think I have any
better ideas, so yeah... let's group up. What are you about?" she said
as she sidled over...
"We're thinking of going into the trolls cave. You in? Looks like you
maybe need some new boots or something and they're master tanners, the
trolls," said the white armored man.
"Alright," she said. "What's your names..."
"I'm Dave, this is Phil and this is Sarah. She's Phil's sister. But
our (he made the quote unquote finger gesture) names are Davos, Sir
Phillip, and Sarafin. Are you healed and ready to go now or do you need
time to prepare?"
"my names Juliette... I guess I'm ready to go now."
"Good. No time to waste! It's getting late..."
Juliette was a much tougher proposition now, she noted. Everything came
more easily as they dispatched the last of the trollish creatures. They
had gone through many clich?d damp caves, scattered with stalagmite and
stalactite formations, pools of water and strange looking flora and
fauna, fighting an almost never-ending number of regeneration troll
creatures... one of the group had given Jools some arrows designed to
keep the creatures down permanently, arrows tipped with a caustic
imbuement of some sort. They had been extremely effective, as had Jools
new bow, and with her newfound levels it had been a piece of cake to
keep the hordes at bay. Still, despite her equipment being far above
what might have been required here, there were moments where she
faltered and was saved by the other, clearly more experienced group
members - drawing more than a few strange looks at those times. Jools
natural competence really was above what could be expected of the time
he'd spent here, but she was out of her depth with this crew.
Nonetheless, they had succeeded, with no losses, and everyone was in a
fine mood as the loot of the various hoards the trolls possessed was
beginning to be dispensed to each of them by the leader, Davos, who upon
handing Juliette some new garment (what looked to be magically enchanted
bohemian style tunic?, she folded and packed it away), some potions of
healing and fortitude, among other mundane talismans and trinkets -
spoke to her.
"You're new to this. REALLY new I mean. I mean - you're good and all,
but you're so raw..."
Juliette nodded. He pursed his lips and continued.
"It's really confusing. Did a friend give you that bow? It's... it's
way better than anything I've ever seen. And I've been here a year.
Phil's been here longer but he's not done as much as I have. And
well... it's sort of insane."
"It's hard to explain. REALLY hard. But... well," Juliette resolved
herself. "See... I'm looking for someone. Or some answers, I suppose.
You know that inn you saw me in?"
"Yeah"
"Well, have you ever seen a short, well dressed bald guy in there?
Wizard or something."
"We see all sorts of wizards."
"Yeah but this one -.... well you can tell I'm new. I'm guessing he's
ANCIENT if he's anything. He ... did something to me. And I can't
explain it. And I don't understand what's going on any more."
Davos looked at the other two. They shrugged.
"Has NOBODY ever made any weird requests of you guys?"
"Nope," Davos shrugged.
"Nope," said Phil.
Juliette threw her hands up. "Well, fine. Maybe I'm imagining all of
this shit. I don't get it, it's"
"I ... well. I had one" said Serafina. They all turned to look at her.
"I think...
They were all sat down - a different tavern, this one, a bit higher
class, was more festive and had slightly more experienced types, even
some people who had seen everything there was to see already and were
now just playing to relax and interact with the odd bit of adventure
only now and then.
There were hard granite surfaces, oak tables, and certain types of
quartz embedded in the walls. Along with the chandeliers and fragrant
candles, the place was clearly a class above. They sat, each nursing a
mug of whatever drink they preferred, huddled around a granite table,
sitting on some straight backed stone chairs with fur lined sides.
Serafina continued her story.
"It was... late. You guys had already gone to bed, and I was just
trying to get a bit more used to this world - you know, find my OWN feet
instead of following you around, because that way I wasn't really
learning anything, you know? Just... experiencing it. So I was pretty
much done, I'd picked some herbs, killed some rats for a farmer, that
sort of thing and I was feeling a bit more comfortable but on my way
back to that inn, these people came up to me at the side of a track...
they came to me and outright asked me if I wanted to be stronger. Like
my friends... like you. Because I was new, you see, REALLY new, and I
guess they can tell. Straight away. I told them I wasn't sure - I
think, but they were pretty adamant. 'aren't you afraid of
disappointing them?' and that sort of thing. They wouldn't give up.
And it was getting a bit...weird. So I sort of pretended to give up and
said alright, and they smiled and told me to meet them at a place... at
this place that I don't think any of us have gone, in New Dawn, by the
River?"
"Yeah that's not too far from here. And yeah it's mainly for new
people. Go on though," said Davos.
"Well yeah, to meet them there. They gave me a map to it and a password
- but you know what, I agreed, and they went away, and as soon as they
did that I just logged straight out and went to sleep.
"Right," said Juliette, "that sounds like a lead at least..."
"Look - I am not in this for any of that and this stuffs starting to
scare me a bit though, so if you guys are going, I'm not. In fact...
you know something. I'm not sure I want to play any more. At ALL,"
Serafina said, standing up.
"I sorta agree," the huge guy said, "this is supposed to be fun, not
scary. I'm going with her. Now...."
Davos looked at his friends, then back to Juliette, with a pained
expression. Jools knew what was coming.
"Here," he said, and handed her some potions, arrows and even an amulet
way beyond Juliette's level. She took them all with an arched eyebrow
"We can't go with you. And if I'm being honest I don't think you should
go either. But if you got to, these will help you out. Do you need
directions?
Juliette was about to shake her head, but she thought otherwise. The
truth was, she really did, but as much as that should have scared her,
she really didn't have a choice. It was the only lead she had, and she
HAD to follow up on it. It was getting late.
"Give me that password too. And do me one favour - I -WILL- be back
here tomorrow, in this exact same place at this exact same time. If you
don't see me here, can you do one thing for me... in the real world I
mean..."
Juliette had not spent a long time travelling - it really was pretty
close by. The odd brigand aside, she hadn't encountered many people or
NPC's on the way here. And now she WAS here, it looked innocuous
enough. It was like any other dockside building in the world. It was
night now, in game and in real life, which cut it a SLIGHTLY more
ominous edge but the stonework was well looked after, the ivy was
trimmed neatly and in an aesthetically pleasing manner, the building
(actually surprisingly large) was clearly well maintained. And there,
the front entrance, quiet and serene almost. Except from time to time
people had gone in and out, of all races, silently and quickly, after
passing a bouncer, who was not actually all that tall - but equipped
with some absolutely frightening looking gear, a dangerous and sharp
halberd wrapped - with a bludgeon and a nasty looking sword on his belt.
He was clad in leather excepting a chain at his collar, and at his
wrists, and though a helmet was also nearby, he wasn't wearing it.
She walked up, as casually as she could, her bow slung across her back
and her potions on her belt. One thing she had noticed about the people
leaving was that they had stashed their equipment as they went - that
meant that presumably to get in, you had to leave yours somewhere. That
was fine, she didn't expect anything else, and in truth if it came to a
fight, Juliette was not confident whatsoever that she could handle even
this single guard, let alone whoever may be inside.
She walked up to the slim leather clad man who scrutinised her closely.
It was unnerving.
"Cerridwen," she whispered to him. He nodded, and gestured to the
door.... which she hurriedly entered and closed behind her.
She was in a dark hallway, with a stairway up stairs on her left, and a
small port hole on her right, which someone was behind. A lady... large
and red faced. She walked over her... she could hear music coming from
down the halls.
"Your weapons please," she said to her. Juliette unslung her bow and
passed it through the port, and then a dagger she had concealed in her
right boot. "You will have them back when you leave. Just remember the
number 89. And you must wear this," She handed over a small red
butterfly mask, which Juliette affixed over her eyes (she still had
perfect visibility and was happy with the disguise!), Juliette nodded,
then carried on down the hall. Her potions given by Davos were still
allowed to go with her, she noted.... but then without a weapon what
threat could they ever be? There were multiple doorways, each with
music coming from them, she wasn't sure why but she carried on down to a
place yet another guard was standing at. He silently shifted to let her
pass, as entered what was the noisiest of the rooms.
It was all Juliette could do not to gasp, or exhale, or do any one of a
thousand things that would have given away her sheer shock at what was
unfolding. Within, in a room that contained a stone floor with a giant
pool - a large steam bath with water rising from it - there were dozens
of people, all in various states of undress. But in certain corners,
and in the pool itself, they were more than undressed- they were in
places naked. Not all were human, some were mixed, and there were
couples unabashedly having sex. All while a band played music from the
corner of the room, a fireplace giving out tremendous heat to the room.
One girl, a slim, petite looking blonde creature was smiling as she rode
a man twice her size.... bouncing up and down on him vigorously.
There was a half orc man pounding away at a girl against the wall on the
far side of the room. It looked almost painful, but she was
uncomplaining.
And there was a tattooed couple, with most of their clothes still on -
dark elves they were, both being fucked from behind through holes that
had been made in their leather trousers, both by two men that looked
like twins - average sized but handsome, side by side.
Finally, it looked like someone who was pleasuring a male with his back
against a support pillar had finished - a red headed woman with strange
sharpened teeth... her face dripping now with cum, she did not care, she
grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she licked her lips, she
brought up a hand to wipe her black butterfly mask down
Everyone in the room was at the very least in their underwear though.
And suddenly, an attendant walked up to Juliette and she knew what she
would have to do. Blushing, she stripped and handed over her bohemian
tunic, leggings and boots, and was down to her underwear - simple white
cloth garments that did little to hide Juliette's extremely generous
curved figure.
She had come this far though, and she needed answers. So she did so and
moved into the room, and sat down in the pool, far away from anyone busy
doing anything like 'that', but close to who she felt was the least
threatening people in the room - a couple, a man with an extremely large
handlebar moustache, and a lady with a bosom bigger even than
Juliette's, covered by two clam shell garments that looked expensive and
well made. She was sitting on his lap in the water on a shallow step,
and that's where Juliette went over to now.
"Hello..."
"Hello there miss." He winked at her, and his companion grinned.
"What can we do for you? Looking to join us..."
"Not exactly. Well, I mean - I don't know. I'm looking for someone. I
think."
"Oh?"
"A bald headed man. A wizard I think... he's small but ..." She
trailed off, her eyes peering UP, now, at a balcony she hadn't noted
before. The room, in addition to being large horizontally and
vertically, was tall also and up at the corner of the area she noticed a
few individuals drinking, and overlooking everything.
"...him" she gasped.
"Oh. That's the owner of this place! Marcus Innus. But what would you
want with him?"
She wasn't sure, but his eyes had stopped on her now. Her answers were
coming. As the moustachioed man failed to get an answer, he shrugged,
and slid himself inside the woman's pussy right in front of Juliette.
Juliette would have to leave them to it, she thought, as Marcus Innus
disappeared from the balcony. Because her answers were on their way.
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