Trouble? More like Fun!

The descent to the forest was as uneventful as always, just a minor inconvenience. Upon reaching the bottom however, you found Serita already darting around, occasionally beckoning for you to follow her. Seeing no reason to turn back now, you just followed at your usual pace.

It was only ten minutes later when you heard the sounds of an argument ahead of you. You couldn’t make out the words, but one person was angry and the other just sounded defensive.

Serita darted in front of you and stopped, holding still with a finger over her lips for almost a full half second before releasing a sharp burst of quiet laughter that sounded all wrong with the speed of it. Then she dashed off towards the arguing again leaving you to slowly approach on your own. There was really no need for her to tell you to be quiet. You made practically no sound at your usual pace, and as your character sheet attested, you where quite good at not being seen unless you wanted to be. You were certainly better at not being noticed than most adventurers, who didn’t seem to notice or care how loud they were.

When you finally saw this group that Serita had apparently led you to, you were puzzled for a good few seconds.

Alice Stone, Level 2 Warrior
Human, Hero, Active, Explicit
Alice Darkbane, Level 2 Cleric
Dwarf, Hero, Inactive, Explicit
Alice Hollow, Level 6 Rogue
Drow, Hero, Inactive, Explicit

You just stared at them from around a tree. Is this some sort of Cult? What’s with those names? Then it hit you, three players with the same first name, all of them are different races and yet their faces are uncannily similar. They were copies of a sort, and the soul that made all of them must be in the only Active hero of the group. That also kind of explained the argument between the leading human woman and the dwarf trailing her.

“But I don’t have a spell like that!” The dwarf cried in exasperation, hugging herself and emphasizing her overly large bust through her dirtied robes. She looked miserable and very unenthusiastic about traipsing through the woods.

“Divination is most of your fucking job! Why else do you think your here? Besides the fact that you won’t even level on your own.” The warrior retorted, kicking at a stick. Her own body was covered in leather armor with a metal breast plate in the shape of, well, breasts. It might be no good at deflecting swords, but it was good at showing off her shape.

The dwarven cleric let out some sort whine in response, while the drow rogue just followed both of them, enjoying the show. She was in leather armor similar to the warrior, but without the breast plate or large breasts. She was also the only member of the group actually scanning their surroundings as they walked.

For weapons, the warrior had a great sword across her back, the rogue had a bow and two daggers, and the cleric had a silver rod with a golden sphere on one end. If it was just the under-leveled warrior and cleric, you could probably take them. The rogue would be a big problem if she spotted you first though, and she probably would with how alert she was.

The cleric raised her hand and looked like she was about to say something, when, with a familiar blur of movement, the back of her robes split straight down the middle. She squealed at the sudden wind on her exposed back and tried to reach back to hold the fabric together.

“What is it now?” The warrior asked in exasperation, turning to glare at the dwarf, only seeing her pushing her chest out with her hands behind her back and a good deal more cleavage than a minute before. The warrior gave a puzzled look to the cleric, then she went ridged for a moment, and her breast plate just fell off to one side as the other side’s straps were cut, exposing her large breasts to her companions and the rest of the forest.

“What the hell?!” She exclaimed, grabbing her breast plate with her left hand while reaching for her great sword with the right.

You would probably be laughing right now if you could, and if the rogue wasn’t eying you. She didn’t move towards you, but she had drawn her daggers. This could now go south very quickly, and she knew it and was cracking a grin.

Serita chose that moment to strike again, cutting down the front of the cleric’s robe, leaving only tatters in her stunned and clutching hands. Her tits, as large as the warrior’s but on half the frame, looked positively huge.

“What the fuck?!” The warrior continued, staring at where the blur had just disappeared behind some trees. The rogue was still focused on you though, and her grin expanded as she took a step back, raising a hand in what you could only assume was a slight wave. You just stared at her. What was she playing at? Then her other hand made a quick cutting motion with its dagger, the tip wavering for an instant, and you heard a gasp from the warrior. Focusing on her, you could now see that the center seam of her pants had been neatly cut open, and while the warrior was looking around for the invisible attacker, you knew it wasn’t Serita, you could recognize her blur now, and there was nothing at the time of this latest cut.

Focusing on the rogue now, she was looking around frantically with concern, brandishing her daggers, and completely ignoring you.

“Heeheehee!” You heard Serita laughing from the canopy. This was absurd, an adventurer turning on her companions in such a way, and in a way, herself. Though you could understand turning on a leader like this, you didn’t think heroes could act like that.

If the rogue was actually doing what you thought she was however, you were not going to waste such an opportunity. You slipped out from behind your tree and made your way towards the warrior’s feet as she and the cleric were watching the trees, trying to locate the source of the laughter. The rogue meanwhile was stoically avoiding looking at you. A couple seconds later you were under the warrior, ready to strike at her exposed holes.

You stabbed upwards enthusiastically, circling her waist for leverage as you pushed into both holes. She froze for a second as you went as deep as you could in a single push. The front hole opened almost easily compared to the back, but you were determined to enter both. You were a good few inches into both with relatively thin tendrils by the time she started to actually react, crying out and trying to awkwardly cut and bash at your exposed body. She was doing damage, so you split off some of your bulk to get rid of the sword that was threatening to end your fun. You kept most of your focus on her holes however, working deeper as quickly as you could.

Soon, the sword stopped landing, to be replaced by her hands trying to clutch at you over her crotch. She started to moan in time with your thrusts, while trying to yell for the others to do something. You were too focused on penetrating her to care what the others were doing, but no help came for her.

You pushed and pushed, your excitement growing with each passing second. You were running out of space in the front, but the back just kept going deeper as her moaning became more erratic. Her hands were trying to clutch you as tightly as possible, but they ended up just going through you to grab her own crotch. You were undeterred by this, continuing to thrust around her fingers as if they were nothing.

You wanted release, and you would have it. You could feel her shuddering and going limp, and fearing she would go **** and respawn, you thrust even faster. A few moments later, you felt that feeling of something building within you, and you released it into her with ecstasy. It felt as good as the first time, as it flowed deep into both of her holes.

You continued pumping until the feeling receded, and you came fully back to your senses.

The forest would have been silent if not for the other two adventurers’ moans as they rubbed themselves and thrust fingers into their own holes. You were confused until you noticed something sparkling around their faces and dusted lightly along their skin. It was fairy dust. You couldn’t remember how you knew, but you recognized it anyway. It could manipulate minds and cause people to behave strangely, though never directly against their own interests. Here it must be spiking their arousal and leading them to touch themselves instead of trying to kill you, though you suspected it was unnecessary for the rogue. She seemed to be completely lost in it, while the cleric was staring at you and the warrior with mixed emotions.

Then the warrior began to move again, and you realized her sword had ended up only a couple feet away. This could be bad.

“Fu... ah... fuck this.” She said slowly, reaching up and seemingly tapping at an invisible menu. Her eyes lost focus for a second, then she bolted upright. Jostling you as you where still attached quite firmly to her insides. She winced as she moved, looking around for a moment before her eyes came to rest on her sword. Oh no, that looked bad, really bad.

You could try escaping, but it would be pointless with the time it would take to extricate yourself. You panicked as you realized your only option was to fight. You switched to your acidic form as she reached for the sword, only to topple back to the ground as every part of her in contact with you felt the sudden burn of acid damage. You expected her to scream or pass out, but she moaned loudly instead.

You were confused until you realized what must be happening. There was a feat that a few rare adventurers had, it was a nightmare for most monsters. The adventurers called it Masochistic, and it turned all pain into a mix of both pleasure and pain, driving the adventurers with it to fight relentlessly through pain, enjoying battle right up to the moment they died. You had thought it would be terrible if you ever encountered an adventurer like that, but now it was a blessing as the warrior was immobilized by pleasure.

Finally she collapsed.

Dead: Respawning to Town

She was dead, and you were still alive. Then the cleric, who appeared to be coming down from her sexual high, cast a spell at the dead warrior. Oh fuck, you thought, as the warrior began to shudder.

Level 2 Zombie Warrior
Human, Undead, Explicit

So that’s why her spells weren’t useful for whatever it was the warrior originally wanted. She was a **** cleric. You could feel the slight rush as your Weird Talent took effect, learning whatever spell the cleric had cast as you rushed to vacate the zombie before it gained consciousness. Hoping the zombie would die if its creator died, you charged the dwarven cleric, who just sat there starring at the zombie slowly rising from the ground.

You didn’t give her a chance to realize her mistake as you engulfed her torso, arms, and head, binding her as you went to work on her health. The zombie, seeing its creator being attacked, looked around for a weapon and saw the great sword lying next to it. It grabbed it immediately and turned to charge at you. It didn’t even slow as the cleric realized too late what was about to happen. The zombie, true to its unintelligent nature, cleaved towards you with the great sword, not even realizing its creator would be hit as you split apart before the blow. There was a crunch as the sword cut through the clerics arm and crunched to a halt in the side of her back.

Dead: Respawning to Town

You stared at that message until the cleric disappeared from beneath you, plopping you onto the ground. The zombie meanwhile had fallen backwards as it de-animated in the act of pulling the great sword out. You were still astonished, a summon had just killed its own master by accident in a way that should have been obvious to it. Wow, zombies are dumb, but still useful, you thought as you tried to cast the cleric’s zombie spell on the still present warrior’s corpse.

It worked, as the zombie warrior shuddered back to life a second time. You suddenly felt dizzy as your mana dropped straight to zero. You were still aware enough to register the rogue standing up with all her armor back on how it was meant to be worn. She looked at you quizzically, cocking her head to the side as she picked up and sheathed her daggers. Then the zombie stepped between the two of you with its/her great sword back in its/her hands. It didn’t advance, and neither did the rogue.

After looking between you and the unmoving, half-naked zombie for a little bit, she smiled and backed up towards where they had come from only half an hour or less ago. “Hm, see you later, Hero.” She said with a smirk, turning around and jogging off, glancing back at you before she passed out of view.