Three's company

"What? ME?!" Wylde stands, feet apart, gripping her weapons tightly in her fists that are trembling in rage. You just manage to stand up only to have a sword thrust inches from your face, causing you to almost go cross-eyed trying to focus on the tip. "This dick has already HAD me, and it did NOTHING! So I don't think that..."

Rather than being taken aback by the goblin's rage, Chastity instead was giggling to herself. Wylde stood speechless, obviously wondering whether to cut this disrespectful slut of a cleric in half.

"Honey," purred Chastity, "you misunderstand me. I'm not asking for..." her eyes travelled up and down Wylde's curvy form with undisguised hunger. "...that. Instead, I was merely suggesting you join our party as we try to level up, collect loot and take over this miserable realm as our own." You don't remember agreeing to that last bit. Sounds pretty good, though.

"You want me to... join you? But I'm not levelling, though..."

"I think what Chastity means is that we'd help with that and you'd join us for our mutual benefit as a productive member of the team." Chastity nods in agreement.

Wylde looks between you, unsure as to what to decide.

Chastity finally interrupts her thoughts. "And if you happen to want to take another ride on our not-so-little friend over here, knowing as you do the monster that he has between those short legs, he and I can use our abilities to further enhance your experience far beyond your imagination."

Wylde glances at you, eyes flicking to the bulge in your pants, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she thinks about your first time together. This finally seems to push her over the edge into a decision.

"Fine, I'll stay with you a while, but only if you can help me level. On a trial basis. And I'll kill you both if to try to fuck me over! I mean, not fuck me like that... I mean, I might still..."

A small sigh of happiness escapes Chastity. "You won't regret this, my sweet. Now, Brewer, help her level. Do your thing."

"Wait, me?"

"Sure, you're the glitch here. How do you plan to pass it on?"

"Wait, you two don't KNOW?! What have we even been discussing?!" Wylde was living up to her name.

"Look, I've levelled a few times, and my intelligence is pretty darn high. I can work this out. Just give me a minute."

Between gritted teeth Wylde managed to push out a, "Fine".

Okay. What did you do different, back when it all started to change? You were waiting by the road, as usual, ready to kill (well, be killed by) heroes, as usual, and someone came down the road and... you didn't act as usual. You were meant to stupidly jump out and blindly attack, but you didn't. You broke your program in that moment, somehow, by stowing onto that cart. Maybe...

"Wylde, you say you didn't level killing the heroes back at camp?"

"That's right." She crossed her arms and had a stern look on her face. However, you were struggling to look at her face as her tits were pushed up by her arms causing quite the distraction.

"So, if you weren't levelling, what would you have done?"

"I dunno, the same, I guess."

"Exactly! If we are to break you out of your programming rut, we need to get you to do something different!"

"Like what?"

You here some voices some distance into the trees.

"Looks like we may have company," said Chastity, readying her long mace.

"Pfft, that's probably my boyfriend. I think he was following me."

"Perfect," you grin...