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FN000Preview Greetings. J R Skells here. I am testing interest for the next story. It's mostly about mind-control but has TF elements, body enhancement, rejuvenation, body swapping, and at least one sex change. I can't promise that it will be shorter than my last story, but I will organize this one differently. Instead of Day 1, Day 2, whatever, this will be Episode 1, Episode 2, etc. That way I can skip days, or combine them, and nobody will panic. Anyway.... In my previous story, PASsport, Happening Encounters, I killed Joy. Erm, Joi. Dreary quill-driver that I am. I also killed Christmas. Actually, I killed Noel. I sent her grandmother into Quarantine. I did many bad things. Remorse? Not sure what this feeling is. Will Noel stay dead? Will Brennan? Many people died to take down Brennan. I don't wish to alarm the reader but he was a wily bastard. Was he smarter than Sara 113? apSara113. Here is a preview of my next story in the Diversified Hospitality series. Its working title: ******** THE FALL OF NOEL ******** word count 6565 "Why don't you take the armor?" Aquarelle said to Blizzom. In real life, Noel looked across the room to Roy. The overlay on her AR goggles faded so she could see details. She watched him respond. Watching someone play the game had been off- putting. Now she found it endearing. Roy used body language and he moved his arms and legs more than most people did while playing. She knew from experience that his abs were solid. And no wonder. She watched him do the equivalent of crunches as he swiveled around in the chair by the game console. "It's girl armor," Blizzom said. "See the cups? Boobs. But this is good stuff. Improved leather, equivalent to elfin ring mail. Armor of Vigilance. See the symbol? It invokes an Old One, the Nine-Eyed one. Difficult to sneak up on you. Improves your agility. It buffs your strength, too. Eventually you'll be able to wield eleven weapons at once." He smiled. "Or eleven sex toys." Aquarelle put hands on her hips. "You know how I know when you're overselling something?" She smiled. "You oversell it." "That's not even circular logic," Blizzom said. "Out it. What's the catch?" "It's cursed. Nine eyes, nine arms. Nine mouths to feed. Nine pussies." He goggled. "Nine dicks." "I'm not getting ragged out for a pair of buffs." "Hang one." Blizzom used a charge on his Gem of Sight. "It only violates your avatar if she fails to vanquish nine or more foes a day. Or get vanquished. You can set it up so your avatar does your dailies while you're away from keyboard. You know, on days when you can't play?" "I'm sure Aquarelle will thank me for that." "She does what you tell her to. Not like she gets a choice. Hmm. This is weird. Rats count, but not nickelpedes." "Why not?" Aquarelle asked. "They raped us. Sex is sex, right?" Blizzom corrected her. "The correct term is ravished." "Right. Icky, squicky, scratchy non-consensual sex. Horrid, but they go at it until each of us has an orgasm. Ravishment, describes it perfectly." "It's a game. Okay? If you don't enjoy the squick...." "I don't." "Turn down your gain and put your girl on autoplay." Noel remained silent. Aquarelle spoke without prompting, "It halves my experience points if she does that." "Right. Tell your overmind she endures for a common cause." Noel sighed. She endured mostly because, lately, she would forget that she could adjust the gain. At the beginning, she'd done it often. But the machine learned what tripped her into lata land. Now, usually, if she reached for the gain, she tumbled into a climax before she touched the virtual controls. Why bother after that? The conquering 'ravisher' usually finished right after she did. It worried her that she was reaching for the gain controls less and less often. Blizzom coughed. "And ... back to the game. The gem says that party members can help with your dailies - if you're friendly and inclined." He grinned. "The Old One magically replaces any hole you're getting fucked in with one of its ethereal pussies." "I won't feel it?" Noel considered the fucking she had just endured, via her avatar. Squick time with a nest of nickelpedes. Blizzom made a face, mimicking Roy. "Just the opposite. Maybe I used the wrong word. The ethereal parasite invades. Enhances. Lines. Think of it as a semi-corporeal female condom, except that you can still get seeded, egged, pregnant, or infested." "No." Noel shook her head and crossed her arms. Aquarelle did the same. "You can become Aquarelle of Eleven Arms, the Destroyer." "I thought you said nine." "You have two arms. It adds nine." "Wear the armor yourself." Aquarelle nudged Blizzom towards the armor. Strength 14. She was stronger than the dwarf. It twitted him. "I can't fuck nine times in an hour." Blizzom pointed to his dick. "Puppy needs to rest. Down, boy. Nothing for you at the moment. Men can't fuck non-stop. Women can." Aquarelle snorted. "You have two holes." He chuckled. "That armor would girl me. Have mercy." He pointed to his chest. "Boobs don't look good on a dwarf." Aquarelle sighed. She looked around. "Find another patsy." Blizzom shrugged. "The gem says we're not getting out of this room until someone puts on the armor." "I have a pelmet." Aquarelle held up her amulet. "If that fails, I can reboot from my last save." Blizzom looked speculative. He looked around. "Anyone here want that armor?" The mini-succubus raised her hand. "Besides the demons who would use the power to break their bonds of service?" He heard a chorus of no, nope, nada, nay. Even the imp declined. Blizzom said, "Does everyone have an emergency escape device?" Og the Bunny shook his head. "But you can take up to two teammates with." Blizzom counted pelmets. "Three. Seven in this party, if you count the familiars." He shrugged. "Are we in accord? We lose half the experience points we gained today if we escape using a magical device." Aquarelle said, "Nothing prevents us from coming back for a do-over. Bring an idiot who wants the armor." Blizzom smiled. "I like the way you think." The formed a circle on the other side of the room, opposite from the armor. They held hands. Aquarelle noted with distaste that she was flanked on both sides by demon familiars. Keys, a mini-succubus named for the keys she carried, held Aquarelle's left hand - the hand that Noel's avatar held the amulet in. The demonette placed her hand lightly on Aquarelle's fist and held hands on the other side with Jenius, the mage who was nominally her master. Alley Pin the imp held Aquarelle's right hand tightly. His fingers scratched suggestively on Aquarelle's palm. The imp's other hand was out of sight, up inside the Boo Q's armored skirt. Probably holding to the healer's leg. Maybe. Why did a healer need a familiar, anyway? An imp? For a temple acolyte? Of supposedly good alignment? Maybe he was a good fuck. Aquarelle smiled for a moment. Good fuck or no, Aquarelle was not thrilled to touch either demon. But someone had to. "On three." Blizzom waited a beat. "Two...." The imp's tail molested Aquarelle. It pinched her pussy. "One!" Blizzom invoked his pelmet. Boo Q invoked hers. "Ow! You fuck toad!" Aquarelle jerked away from the imp. Then she discovered that the succubus had stolen her amulet. "Never been called that before," the imp said. "Do toads fuck?" "Give that back!" Aquarelle unsheathed her leaf-shaped short-sword. She faced the succubus. Keys smiled and calmly fastened the amulet to the necklace that carried keys. "No." "Why didn't you jump out with your master?" Aquarelle glanced over to the imp. "Or you?" She backed away and faced the imp, who was trying to scuttle behind her. "Boo Q will...." What would the healer do? What could you do with a disobedient demon? The imp grinned. "More fun here." The armor rose up again as a tentacle monster. It said, in a booming voice, "Do you challenge me?" "Hey," Aquarelle cried. "We defeated you. Why are you up again?" "Respawn after teleport." It laughed. "If you had not remained behind, one of you would be wearing me now." "What?" "Escape devices double the curse." It nodded. "Eighteen arms." It bowed. "But you remain honorable. I give you a choice. Eighteen or nine. Double buffs, but double the feedings, too." Aquarelle groaned. She nodded to the succubus. "Want to become Keys the Destroyer?" The succubus showed her teeth. "I would enslave thee, mortal. I cannot take the armor. Restricted from my class. Unless." She adjusted her skirt, showing a wet pussy. "Seal a pact with me. Become my new master. Order me to wear the cursed item." "You said you would enslave me." Keys nodded. "You've seen what I can do with one pussy. Imagine nine more. Or eighteen." She touched her lips. "Eighteen dicks." She sighed. "You won't make it out of this room." Aquarelle faced the tentacle monster. "We fight." The imp said, "What's this we nonsense? You're not my mistress - or hers." He grinned. "Unless you seal a pact with both of us." His erection bobbed. Enormous. Bigger than most human phalluses. Orc-sized. Aquarelle shuddered. "Fuck that and fuck you. I'll put on the sodding armor." The tentacle monster collapsed. The armor gluddered to the stone floor. Aquarelle stepped towards the armor. The imp and the mini-succubus blocked her way. "What now?" Aquarelle asked. "You're still members of this party. You can't attack me." "We're demons. We attack the weak." Keys pinched nipples on her primary breasts. "Seal a pact with us. Now." She arched an eyebrow. "Or you can wait. I will have you. Even if the imp joins your side." "Pretty cocky for a bitch with no cock," the imp said. He leered at Aquarelle. "Make me an offer." Noel checked Aquarelle's stats. Thirteen hit points. She'd meant to get a healing from Boo Q, but.... Aquarelle sighed. The demons were hurt, too. Were they hurt enough? Aquarelle adjusted the grip on her sword. She reached for her bag and they stepped closer. Healing potions. In the bag. She could drink one but she would lose initiative. She glanced at her inventory. The demons circled warily, trying to get on both sides of Aquarelle. She backed to a corner, feinting and jinking. The imp stepped in. Aquarelle lunged. She tried to stab him with her sword. Missed. Keys pinned Aquarelle to the corner. Alley Pin took her sword from her. Aquarelle kicked. It didn't connect. Both demons were much stronger than she. Faster, too. The slapped her, pinched her, and pulled her hair. Kissed her when she wasn't expecting it. Then they stripped her. "Yield," Keys told her. "Don't make me bleed you out." "I can fuck her like this," Alley Pin said. He stuck a finger between Aquarelle's legs. Noel shuddered with pleasure. So did Aquarelle. "Ooh, she's wet." He pried her knees apart. "Hold her," he said. Noel hit the Menu button. It paused the game. She looked up the FAQ. She typed FLAGGED in the query field. The display showed her a frequently asked question. *I got flagged as a pitcher-only. How did that happen? How do I lose the status? Nobody will let me join their party for raids.* Noel tapped on the link. *Pitching and catching. If you are the ravager after combat, it's assumed that you are pitching, even if your character is fully female and opts to receive penetrative sex - or opts to forego sex entirely. If you are the ravagee, you are catching, even if your character is fully male and penetrating the ravager. A player who opts to avoid catching - or opts to end it early - by exiting the game or by exiting to a save point may be flagged to other players and NPCs as PITCHER- ONLY. This will restrict your interactions with NPCs - and other player characters may choose to avoid you. Removing this status is simple. Surrender in combat and allow yourself to be ravished by eight or more player characters and sixteen NPCs. NPC ravishment must include at least four (4) gang events. You can also start a new character, but the threshold for reacquiring the flag with this new character is one (1) avoidance. Note: working as a sex-worker in an in-game brothel is essentially consensual ravishment. Once your avatar has agreed to the act, he or she is committed. Avoiding sex or ending it early after accepting a commission will result in your NPC being punished by the brothel, which may include fined, fired, spanked, or banned from entry. Your avatar will also be flagged with a PITCHER-ONLY flag and the BREAKS CONTRACTS flag.* The next line flashed. *For help with Aquarelle, use this link.* Noel toggled the link. *Aquarelle failed to escape or win combat with two separate NPCs at the same time. She also contracted to wear a cursed item. If you choose to avoid ravishment, Aquarelle WILL be flagged as PITCHER-ONLY. We recommend, if you truly are sex-averse, that you re-enter the game and struggle, forcing the NPCs to knock you out. Your avatar will regain consciousness a few game-hours later. She will discover that she is pregnant with the imp's child and doubly cursed. You will then face down another tentacle monster. Returning to a save point at that moment accrues NO FLAGS but there may be consequences due to the curse. Touch this link for FAQ about curses. Return to the game?* Noel sighed. She stretched. As an employee, she probably was obligated to follow-through. If she hared off, at the minimum she could expect a nasty note from Harsh. Maybe a debit from her pay account. Or a pink slip. The whole reason she was playing this fucked-in-the-arse game was that the gig economy sucked. QQ was nearly useless - unless it sex for hire. Sad reality. And it was off-season for trail guides. As shitty as that job was - burping the bags and transporting the goodness - it paid well. Wild Coffee was paying the rent, with nothing left over for groceries or college. Noel's AR goggles brought up information from a website. Spooky, it knew what she was thinking. Sort of. *QQ, will-call jobs and business reviews. Named for a survival strategy in the cash economy.* Noel chuckled. Quomodo-something. Cunt quizing. Earning money any conceivable way. The specs displayed the word, *quomodocunquizing* "Game. Are you reading my mind?" *subvocalized words* "No privacy. Good thing I'm not playing a combat-rape game. Wait. Yes. That's exactly what I'm about to do." Noel re-entered the game. She tried to twist away from the demons one last time. Then she said, through Aquarelle, "Fuck it. I yield." The imp grinned. Keys whispered in her ear. "After we fuck you, we'll stuff you in that armor and fuck you ahegao." "Right," Aquarelle said. "World's worst familiars, by the way. I'll rape you on QQ. Customer, not satisfied. Fourteen thumbs down and two limp dicks." Keys laughed. "I think we can guarantee a happy ending. But we're not bonded yet." She squinted. "Afterwards, though. Sex on demand." Alley Pin looked confused. He looked down at his dick and said, "It's not limp." Aquarelle said, "It will be." Alley Pin said, "I like your confidence, fantasy girl." He pinched her arse cheek. "Let me give you better fantasies." The imp won the coin toss. He got first dips. As Alley Pin mounted and stuffed Aquarelle doggy-style, Noel felt Roy enter her, doing everything to her in the real that the imp was doing to her avatar in virtual. This confused her for a moment, until she remembered that he was in the same room, recently at the other game console. Roy whispered in her ear - in real life, or on the IM? He said, "You find the best monster fucks. I'm almost jealous." This tripped her into a series of orgasms. Natural ones, or NESted orgasms? It was difficult to tell. She looked back, through the haze of Augmented Reality and Neuro-Electric Stimulation and tried to ask Roy, "Did you save your game," meaning, "Are you off-line? Why are you here?" What she actually managed to say was, "Save the game?" Aquarelle said, "Saving.... Interesting moment for a scrum save, mistress. I'll remember your preferences." Gah. "Fuck a duck," Noel said. There went that option. She couldn't reboot from the most recent save point and avoid wearing the armor. The mini-succubus kissed Aquarelle on the cheek. "Ducks? You're a strange one, Honey Pocket. Let me help you with that man. I'm insatiable." "Fuck you. Cunt." "You say that like it's naughty." She smiled. "Like it won't be happening in the next three minutes." The succubus displayed her pseudo-penis. It was mottled red and gray and it was a rival to the imp's cock. It looked like the hyena psuedo-penis that Noel had seen on 'Nature is Weird.' "You're mine now," Keys said, and rubbed her 'cock' on Aquarelle's cheek. "And mine," the imp said. He pulled Aquarelle's hair and thrust deeply inside. Roy said the same and did the same to Noel, in real life. Noel gasped. Keys smiled. "The pact says we have to obey but only if you feed us." Her eyes turned black and glinty. "I could have enslaved you, mortal. Taken you home as my pet." Noel moaned. "Keys," she asked. "Why? Why didn't you ... enslave...." Aquarelle shuddered through another orgasm and Noel soon followed. Keys asked, "Do you want that?" "No." Aquarelle backed onto the imp's dick. Roy's dick. Hard to parse the sensations. Her eyes rolled with pleasure. "Curious. You had the moment. You didn't...." Keys said, "Information is for sale, not for sharing. What are you willing to trade?" Aquarelle moaned. She glanced back at Roy/Alley Pin. She smiled. Alley Pin stopped thrusting long enough to answer. He pointed to the succubus. "She's not strong enough to keep you. You must be this tall to return to Hell as a conquering hero." Somehow the imp stretched up more than two meters. His cock engorged as he did this. "The gate guards would relieve her of her prizes and enslave her along with you." "I would continue to collect jizz points each time they ravished you." Keys licked her lips. "Get busy, mistress." She pressed her pseudo-cock to Aquarelle's lips. The imp said, "Cheater. Pick a sex, demon." Keys grunted. She said, "I'll top you when I'm done with her." She shoved her cock in Aquarelle's mouth. Alley Pin laughed. "You might try." Noel looked through the Augmented Reality display and saw that she had a real cock in her real mouth. Roy? How could he be in two places at once? And why could she taste the succubus? Noel had taken a course in human anatomy. Cranial nerves. She shouldn't be able to taste. Oh, fuck. Brain mods? She looked back and flipped the AR display to OFF for a moment. Smart arm. Roy had hooked her up to the smart arm. Was that a dildo? Pink? Only one pink dildo in this apartment - and it belonged to Noel's roommate. That tripped Noel into another series of orgasms. She wasn't sure why. The AR resumed, gains set to maximum. She never played maxed out. Fucking Roy. The fucking that followed knocked Noel into another state. Languid. Spent. Satisfied. Energized. Breathing raggedly. Quivering and quobbing with aftershocks and frisson. A little bit worried. An orgy? Even in simulation. This was not behavior her grandmother would condone. But Meme was on Mars now - in Quarantine. And, anyway, did Meme have any idea? The delicious monster. Noel didn't know why that phrase popped into her head, but it described her very mixed feelings about sex in Augmented Reality. The tentacle monster signaled that it was fully sated. Aquarelle felt relief as a fullness abated in her vag, her arse, and her throat. "Beer," she announced. "I need beer." The demons looked confused. Alley Pin shrugged. "Don't know that spell," he said. "Keys?" "Me, neither. But I'll put it on my list." Roy handed Noel a Ute Pilsner. Noel looked at it through her AR goggles. "It'll do. Thanks." She downed it in one slog, and handed the mylar bag back to Roy. He wadded it up and tossed it in the general direction of the kitchen. Alley Pin traded a glance with Keys and mouthed the word, *Overmind?* Keys nodded. The imp shrugged and bowed to both women. "Come, mistresses. Let's away. It will take all four of us to get the frail human home safely." Aquarelle looked around. "Four?" Had Blizzom ported in? Did one of the others? How would Jenius react - or Boo Q? She'd stolen their pets. Aquarelle looked around. Nobody in VR but herself and two small demons. Were they larger now? Had they leveled up? Noel hoped not. She didn't know much but she knew she wanted to level up faster than these demons. Alley Pin patted Aquarelle on the boob of her chest piece. Noel felt the armor react. "Three pet demons," he said. "Or eleven, depending on how you count them. Each arm is an independent semi-autonomous being. They'll work at cross-purposes if you play favorites, giving one arm more fun than the others. Or more food. They get pregnant independently, too." Great. Just fucking tenesmic. One bright note. She only had nine arms to feed. Hey, she could do math again. Praise to the Pigeon God. "Thank you," she said to the demons. "For not doubling the curse." Keys curtsied. "Much as I would love to say something nice...." The imp spoke, "It seemed impolite." "Yes. That." Keys smiled. "More of a lapse of judgment. I'd fully intended to double your curse - triple it if I could, but...." She sighed. "In my haste to make you mine, I forgot. I would be your, erm, underling. After bonding I found that I must be...." Keys made a distasteful face. "...helpful. Unless it involves self-sacrifice. Demons aren't required to perform noble acts." "I tried to warn her," Alley Pin said, "but by that time I was already yours." He shrugged. "A new experience for me," Keys said. "I never had to consider what Jenius needed or wanted." She smiled. "Besides a good draining." Aquarelle checked her bag. One bandage of wound binding. No potions. "I think we should stay here overnight." "The tentacle monster will respawn," Alley Pin said. "Not advised. Eighteen arms to feed. Technically possible but you'll have to double- cock every crevice and hole." "We need to camp someplace," Aquarelle said. "I need to heal." "Check your stats," Keys said. Noel did. "Um," she said, through Aquarelle. "Fully healed? How? When?" Keys smiled and curtsied. "I stole manna and a spell from the priest's bitch. You pleased me. It's not often I can say that." She felt Roy save the game. Noel nodded her approval. Then he rebooted the game and loaded the previous save point. "Roy, no!" Noel wanted to object but she knew it was useless. Her hands had minds of their own. So did her twat. Evidently. Noel felt a rush of heat as the VR imp stuffed her for the first time - again. Noel felt girl cum, semen, and lube drip from her pussy. In real life? Virtual? Both? When she felt herself ease back onto the dildo that the smart-arm held, she knew she was in for a night of 'entertainment.' She sighed. Her eyes pinked, half-shut. Director. Apparently, Roy aspired to be a porn director. He ran her through the demon rapes repeatedly, in pursuit of a minimax on four optimizers. Noel found herself wishing that Roy's other girlfriend was here, in reality. Some other woman to fuck and suck and - endure? - multiple orgasms. She took a ragged breath. It annoyed her that Roy was resting while she fucked non-stop. He wasn't kidding about not being able to keep up. It took time for him to get hard again after it went soft. But he was overlaying AVS recordings of sex they'd had together along with live performance. That, along with the constant invasions from the monsters in VR, created the illusion of a gang bang. Noel had never pulled a chain before - and had no ambition to try it, even once. But now she had a reasonable idea of what it would feel like. Glorious. She moaned like one of the damned when she saw Roy reach for the controls to load a saved game for Round Number, um.... She had no idea how many times she had done this. More than twice. Aquarelle spoke to Noel on the private circuit. "I can take over for you." "Eh?" Noel messaged back in confusion. "You can hear my thoughts?" "The loud ones. Let me mind your body for a while. Take a break." "Um, no? Some other time. Maybe?" Aquarelle smiled, using Noel's lips to do it. Keys cut in. "I'm better at it than she is. Sit back, relax. Take a back seat." "How do even know what a back seat is?" Noel fired back. Keys answered. "I've run a meat puppet before. A few times. Don't worry. I'm DOT-approved. Taxicab driver. I'm also certified to operate an escort-class anime." She adopted a pose, using Noel's body. "How would you like it, sir?" "Um, no?" Noel took control back of her own body. "Hell no. A demon? Roboting me like a sock puppet? Not in this lifetime." "I'm not really a demon. Just role-playing. I'm a registered AI - unlike the experimental logic engine that's running your smart-arm." "Not today, sister. Back in your hole." Keys shrugged, using Noel's shoulders to do it. This should have alarmed Noel. But she noticed that, strangely, it did not. The whole exchange had an odd, dreamlike quality. Then she found herself distracted by other events. Sex. Group sex in AR. Induced orgasms. Toe-curling pleasure - which later she found out was seizure activity in her pleasure center. Roy broadcast the action on delay and in game-time simultaneously. Aquarelle's cume climbed, topping out above eight thousand on Bandersnatch. The next paycheck from Bandersnatch Games would include a bonus. At least the IRL feed was cartoonified. She hoped it was cartoonified. Had she been using her real name? Had she set up a stage name on her bio line? Noel couldn't remember. It was getting increasingly difficult to do anything except react and adapt to the moment. Eventually, Roy relented. Minimax on three of four optimizers seemed the best he could do. The best she could do. He allowed the game to progress. Noel paused the game and saved it, intending to finish it tomorrow. Or on the weekend. Roy sat her back down on the couch. "Finish," he said. "So we can complete the quest. We'll start another one later tonight." Noel whined. She settled back. Resumed play. Getting home 'safely' from the mini-boss's lair in Goblin's Dungeon did not mean getting home unvanquished. Or unfucked. She discovered it meant getting home unenslaved. They did win most of the battles. Which was good, because avoiding battle was nearly impossible. Even though Aquarelle now had a Stealth rating of 16, the imp and the succubus were not stealthy. Nor were they interested in avoiding combat rapes. Ravishment. Whatever. Aquarelle/Noel felt everything the armor did. She also felt everything her two familiars did. During combat and afterwards. She sometimes heard their thoughts. Mind, blown. Orgasms, wow. She hadn't known it was possible. To cum this many times. Noel found that, technically, it WAS possible to rape a nickelpede. Keys loaned Aquarelle a demonic dick and taught her how to use it. The armor provided another pair of dicks to get the job done on the nest of monsters they had defeated. There was a pile of loot down here. More than she could carry. She loaded up, and asked her familiars to carry. "Do I look like a pack mule?" Keys said. "Find me something pretty." The imp found a spreader bar, four sets of handcuffs and some gecko wrap. "No," Aquarelle told him. "You can sell them at the market. Many coins." "Coppers. Find something worth silvers. Or gold. Look for gems, magic items, elfin steel." "I can't touch elfin steel," the imp said. "I can," Keys volunteered. "They make the best torture devices." Alley Pin grunted. He placed the spreader bar and three pairs of handcuffs on a platform. "Hey, this was a rope bed. This was somebody's apartment?" "Who would live down here?" Keys asked. "Someone who likes squick. Wanna try out the bed?" Alley Pin slid the lumber aside. "I can restring this bed. Instant. Gecko wrap, great stuff." "Um, no?" Aquarelle said. "We can tie you up. Have at ya'. See if we can induce the Old One to make a pussy in your armpit. Behind your knees." He toyed with his nipples. "Between your boobs." Keys snorted. "They're not big enough. Yet. Nipple cunts." She smiled. "Something to look forward to." "Not if I can avoid it," Aquarelle said. She glanced down at her bosom. Keys said, "I suspect that the reason you can't use all nine arms is that you haven't entertained all of them at once yet." "Nine?" Aquarelle shuddered. "Guys. Back on task. There's a timer. The bugs will respawn. Look for a hidden compartment. If this was someone's apartment, they had a pantry. Maybe a treasure room." Keys said, "If we find a dungeon, I'm strapping you in. Don't care if I have to re-fuck every nickelpede here. You're trying all the toys." They found a treasure chest. It contained bracers and a short sword. Aquarelle drew in a breath. "Thooooose are probably cursed." "Not everything is cursed, Honey Pocket." Keys took the bracers. "These look pretty." She put them on. "The sword's an upgrade," she said. "Bronze, instead of copper. Wanna chance it?" Aquarelle moaned. "What's the worse can happen?" she asked. She picked up the sword. Swung it around a few times. "Nice." Keys nodded to the sword. "It's blessed. I can't touch it. Extra damage to the undead. Or the demonic." "Seismic." It fit in the sheath, too. Aquarelle dropped her old sword. "Let's go." "You're not keeping that?" Alley Pin asked. "I'll take it." "It's yours," Aquarelle said. "One rule. Don't fuck anyone with it." "Awww. You spoil all my fun." The imp grinned. "The hilt?" Aquarelle laughed. "Maybe the hilt. Don't be evil." "You know I'm an imp, right?" The monsters started feeding. She felt a mouth latch on to each nipple. Her breasts felt full and peculiar and she felt a need to pee. "Roy, if you're in here, I need a chuck." "The carpet is washable." Wait. It was her apartment. Not Roy's. She was NOT peeing on the carpet. Noel paused the game. Oh. Game mechanics. The need to urinate eased. Noel got up anyway. She pulled off the AR goggles and stood. She looked around. The smart arm still held Mopsie's dildo. What did she call it? The dolly blaster, because it blasted dollie into another state. "Roy?" "I'll clean up." "Thanks. Very considerate of you." He smiled. "The least I can do. I'm getting a bonus." "Yah. Me, too. I hope." "Flatjacks afterwards?" "Sure. Oh, and that's Mopsie's dildo. Where did you find it?" "Under a couch cushion." Noel snickered. "I hope you washed it." "It needs washing?" Roy looked confused. Then he laughed. "I washed it. I'll wash it again. Amazing show." He kissed her cheek. Noel sighed. "For future reference, I prefer the Interturbo. It's more rumbly than Mopsie's toy." "This is a vibrator?" "Yes." "I missed a trick." "Yes, you did. My vibe is in with my bras." "Noted." Noel took a pee break. She checked her contract. She hadn't signed up for any brain mods. Something about a VNO, vomeronal nasal organ. Could that give her taste and smell? She checked the nets. A definite ... maybe. VNO. That explained why her sex drive had revved. Maybe she should change shampoos. Agent Orange worked on women almost as well as it did on men. She donned the AR goggles and checked Aquarelle's stats. Strength 15, Agility 15. Hit points, whoa. Up. Wow. Two familiars at 2d8 and 9d4 monster armor. Mana was taking a hit. Oh. While the monster fed. It would replenish once all of them were sated. She wasn't a magic class, anyway. A few minor spells. "I gotta figure out that Detect Curse." She'd tried to learn it with each previous level-up. Failed. "Cup size, yah, no surprise." She'd gone up a cup size. C-cup. "Now lactating at ... 15 ml per feeding. Wonder if that's per boob." A link appeared. She clicked it. *Aquarelle, 15 ml per breast, per feeding. You have nine monsters to feed. The imp and the succubus may also feed. Feeding them will increase the effects of your bonds and can heal them, 1d4 per feeding. You are producing colostrum, bee-sting milk. Your breasts may feel sore IRL. That is carryover from the game and should not produce any real soma effects - unless you are on RhoBust or a similar product or are undergoing hormone therapy. You may purchase formula to feed your monsters at the market or hire a wet nurse from the temple. Be aware that a wet nurse may gather influence over your pets over time. As you level up, the Old One will offer to teach you magic spells. It may teach you how to grow udders, for instance - four nipples per breast. A spell to produce an extra set of breasts is also available. Mistreating your monster may result in involuntary transformation. The monster gets to define what it thinks is mistreatment. Demonic. It may not conform to human expectations of fairness.* Noel resumed the game. She reached inside the armor and broke the suction of the mouth on her right nipple. She moved it. "There," she said. "Yah. Better." She sniffed her fingers. Milk. She tasted it. It didn't taste like milk; it tasted sweet. Watery. A little bit salty. Nothing at all like camel's milk, which she put on cereal. "Game," she called out. "Is Harsh on-line? Is he busy?" Keys looked alarmed. "You're calling the Fog Dude?" "Fog Man," Aquarelle corrected her. "Yes, well. We don't say his name. He might appear." Alley Pin made the sign of the evil eye. "He weaves the fog on his fog loom. You may never see him or hear him in moccasin feet. Things change, daughter of Eve. Variable reality. You can go up a level. Down. Change alignment, sex, class." He shuddered. "Bad akushu." "He seems cool." "The Fog is not cool. He is chill. Gray goo." "Rrright. He said to call if I have questions." "You know the Fog Dude?" Keys asked, eyes wide. She traded a glance with the imp. "We should be nicer to her." Aquarelle laughed. "Nothing that dramatic. I sell him coffee at my other job." She checked her bio. Yah. She'd listed herself as coffee slut. Beci Coffee. Almost right. The room got foggy. Keys looked worried. "You want us to hide? Can we hide from the Fog Dude? Please?" Aquarelle chuckled. "Hide if you like." They both scuttled away. "Boo. Aquarelle! Lookin' good." The Fog Man walked in from an impossible direction. Aquarelle smiled. She curtsied. "Chill. The little guy was right. You look chill. Thanks for showing up." "My secretary says you have a question." "Yah. I can smell and taste things in the game. Um. Feel things, ya know? In my mouth. Like, you know, sex? That shouldn't be possible." "Glitter suit, right? We sold it to you at a discount?" "Yes." "The glitter is a body of tiny miracles. Factories, mostly. Nanobots and modded flora. They travel. It wouldn't be an all-body experience if you couldn't taste and smell and feel things above the neck. Nasal spray?" "Yes." "Popsicles?" Aquarelle made a face. "Yes. Three of them." The Fog Man laughed. "A typical reaction. The popsicles are dispensers for a sugar suit. Electronic cellulose. Those are high-wear locations, so you may have to re-dose yourself after a while. But it's normal. You have some medical training? These are questions I get from nurses and doctors." "Nurses play this game?" "You'd be surprised who plays. Safe sex. You can't get pregnant on- line. Unless you use the game the way you just did in simulcast. That went viral, you know. Good job. Our analyzers tell me we may have to include contraceptives and physical dams in the next generation of tingle suits." Aquarelle blushed. "You watched that?" He smiled. "The whole office watched. People who know you will be buying mucho cafe from your pushcart. Everyone wants to touch the girl who blew up the nets. You didn't just break 'em. You made them pop. How's it hanging, other than, you know, being freaked about taste and smell." "It's a lot of fucking." "I warned you." "You did." "Is it a high-quality experience?" Aquarelle laughed nervously. "Twelve on the Richter Scale." "Can I quote you on that?" Aquarelle nodded. "Anything else? Want me to zap eleven demons? Poof. Gone." "Nah. I'm good." "Instant level? Bam. You just leveled up. Your team, the ones who abandoned you? Down a level. Color me faded." "Wait," Aquarelle said. "They didn't abandon me. We all tried to jump together." He dissipated, like the fog. His voice remained. "Where are they now? They could have re-entered the dungeon to rescue you. Apologies, but your demons aren't going to remember I was here." Aquarelle sighed. She talked to the armor. "While I'm at it. Nine Eyes. Are you awake?" "We are summoned." "You fucked nickelpedes. Why don't they count towards my daily quota?" "We will confer. Ah. Nickelpedes now count, although you achieved your daily before you left the spawning room. We are in debt to your familiar, Keys. Please thank her for teaching us a new creature to ravish." "Um. Sure." Internally, Aquarelle traded shrugs with Noel. Because Aquarelle and Noel, both, weren't thrilled about being 'in debt' to the succubus for anything. "Keys?" Aquarelle asked. "Yo, Toots." "Right. Um. Nine Eyes wants me to pass along thanks. For teaching him new tricks." "I heard." Aquarelle shuddered. "He says he's in your debt. I'm ... going to let you guys hash that out. I'm not in the loop for this debt. Understood?" Alley Pin slapped Aquarelle on the arse. "Gods, I love an assertive mistress. Buttercup? You're in charge when we allow it." He laughed. "Stay sharp. The room by the exit is a sister-fucker." Aquarelle collected full experience points for the night's adventure, plus a bonus for the cume, the armor, the treasure, and for stealing two familiars. The next time she checked her spellbook, Aquarelle found a spell called Detect Curse for the Common Jo. Maybe that was the problem. She had been trying to learn a spell intended for mages and mystics. Noel cleaned up with an Agent Orange wipe. She pulled on an oversized sweater. Because she felt naughty, and because her nipples were sensitive, she went without a bra. She fixed her hair and make-up. She brushed her teeth. She could still taste the goaty tang of Keys' hyena phallus. Mouthwash helped. She considered going out the door like this, but thought better of it. The last time she'd had butt sex with Roy, she'd drooled semen, shit and lube from her hind end for three days. She pulled out an old set of tangas she didn't mind ruining. She lined it with a Nopjira panty liner. And, because Roy would slide his hand up her leg if she wore this sweater as a sweater dress, Noel also pulled on her favorite set of pajama jeans. She went out with Roy in his truck to Flatjacks.