Bad Men

It was a rare piece of loot. Not assigned randomly because very little in the game was truly random. Monsters 'spawned' as living creatures would, then naturally migrated from where they were spawned to other areas just like normal migration. Anything they carried they equipped themselves with or stole, so the odds of finding something good on one was not only rare, but completely unlikely. She got it off of a body just outside of town and immediately regretted it because the moment she gasped in surprise a string of pink cartoon hearts rose from her head before popping cutely, while her eyes shifted as well, embarrassingly, to tiny pink hearts. A few other players that had seen it chuckled. Her lips were curled up permanently in a slight smile, so she could not even show her disdain.

“dammit!”

She could not foot the bill to remove the curse, since she was scammed into using her money to buy it. It made it completely impossible to take her seriously as the warrior literally wore her heart on her sleeve. Instead of hunting for the day she decided to turn back to try and find the man that had done this to her. He found her first. As she was about to enter she felt a hand tap her rear. Before she had a chance to become offended, the feelings she was supposed to show in response to such harrassment was betrayed by the hearts escaping her. Her eyes did not shift, however. That only occurred when she saw something she really liked.

“Hey!” He greeted her.

“Hi.” Xandra answered flatly.

“What's a weak, dim girl like you doing out alone?” Dart asked her seriously.

“I'm not weak.”

“Weaker than I am, objectively. We're the same level, same stats... haven't logged on since then.”

“Well I have.” She grinned, reaching forward. Just like the last time he crushed her in a contest of strength easily.

“Liar! You've been grinding!”

“Haven't.” He shrugged. Something told her he wasn't lying. He eyed her sword.

“You haven't got rid of that useless shit, yet?”

“No I-”

He groaned and pulled her under his arm once more. Her eyes lit up against her wishes as she followed along awkwardly. He could have overpowered her, anyway, but she did not use that as an excuse to step with him to wherever in town he was going. Ultimately he could not **** her into anything she did not agree to, stronger or not.

They ended up traveling to a small shop where hunters could bring their haul and sell it as scrap, since worn, broken items were not exactly useful or worth anything to any real person. One could not just sell their junk without any value. He urged her forward inside and ordered very frankly.

“Go on. Throw it on the table.”

Xandra stared at the shopkeep. He was looking at her funny. She then looked to Dart who was staring harshly at her. She felt her sword in her hand. A fine item. It was all she really needed to be a warrior. It was what made her build.

“But-” he easily tore it from her grasp and tossed it on the table impatiently.

“My girlfriend wants to change classes. Can you give us a deal on a swap?”

“W-what!?” Xandra was responding to both statements, but more to the absurd claim he made. Still, the Shopkeep saw through her objections with the fairly obvious pink hearts floating above her head before popping rapidly in a row. Before she could respond the shopkeep shrugged, took the sword and threw it into a very large bucket behind him that was labeled 'for scrap.'

“Hook the lady up with one of your best healing staves. She needs all the help she can get because she built wrong initially.”

Xandra was in shock. “B-but I'm not a healer. I'm a warrior.” She began to feel small and incredibly horny as the two men ignored her, instead choosing to haggle in front of her without even taking her opinion into account. She could not even argue that she was upset and against it, because hearts continued floating above her head. She still tried.

“Hey you pricks! Listen to me! Give me back my sword, I'm a warrior! For f-” A staff as heavy as her sword was pushed into her hands. It was silver with a phallic head and butt.

“This one's called the Meek-Staff. Since you want something good but your trade was lacking I had to give you something with a trade off. Don't worry, though. It's a mild one.” The shopkeeper winked.

“You like roleplaying, apparently, anyway. You should like it.”

“It's got a curse, but it's not really a curse. A lot of players call them RP training wheels, since you gotta basically be an actor to RP in this game right without just playing yourself.” She had no idea what he was talking about and did not feel anything until he added slyly.

“Well, what're you waiting for? He's doing you a favor.”

Xandra was not grateful and she did not believe in thanking the man but her posture straightened, her expression brightened and she felt compelled to offer a deep, thankful bow.

“Thank you so much for this favor.” As she rose, without thinking she added.

“If there is anything at all I could do, please say so.”

“Now that you mention it...” The shopkeep feigned an unprompted thought.

“I'd love it if you flashed your tits and bounced.”

“W-what?” She stared blankly at him. Her reaction was more downplayed than she would have given originally.

Dart interjected. “I think he's saying it'd be a 'healing' experience for him.”

“Oh, okay.” She did not think and just immediately opened her robes to flash her modest breasts. Immediately after, however, she was in aww over how naive she was being. She watched his reaction and as she began to feel satisfaction from his feigned relief she bounced up and down. Again without fully considering her actions. Both men in the room looked quite 'healed' as they called it.

As she was closing her robes back up Dart explained. “It's just there to give you a better mindset for healing, you know?”

Xandra looked at the man and felt herself at a crossroads. She could cut down his toxic behavior or she could embrace what she was feeling and what her original cursed item was showing above her head. She thought.

'Am I really about to volunteer to enter into this shitty, uneven relationship?'

* *

Xandra draped her arms over Dart's shoulders and rode him. He was holding her up with his hands on each of her firm cheeks. Her small, toned body looked small compared to his. It was no wonder, she thought, that he was a better warrior than she was even with all the same stats. She felt the fucking as genuinely as if it was really happening; his thick member plunged into her insides each time he bounced her. He had the strength to hold her up, to manipulate her both physically and mentally. He was the perfect partner for her little in-game experiment in being with a bad, bad guy. She was drunk off the feeling of knowing he was doing everything that was NOT in her best interests. He wanted things from her and that was all. With that acknowledgment lingering in her mind she tilted her head forward and kissed him deeply, gasping.

“F-f...” She cringed.

“Fudge...” The meek-staff policed her tone quite effectively. Her harsh words were removed as a weapon in her arsenal the same way her sword was.

“F- me. I'm close.” She moaned, panting.

“Aww, that's too bad.” As he said that he rutted one last time and filled her with his warm seed. It was completely, perfectly inconsiderate. Exactly what she would expect from a scumbag like him.