To rescue the Fox

During all your time as a gamer, you've always preferred playing as one of the good guys, and a rescue mission sounds a lot better than assassinating someone or stealing something. So it's pretty much a no-brainer to opt for rescuing the Fox, whoever that might be.

When you do chose that option, you're not exactly surprised to have another pop-up appear, informing you that this option will involve player crossovers, and giving you the options of 'OK' or 'Cancel'. Hmm, that's intriguing...

When you click OK, the game tells you to turn right and head down the street to the Bald Eagle Ink Parlour, where a contact will brief you on your mission.

“Bald Eagle?” You ask, out loud, and are surprised by the dark, guttural sound of your own voice.

Regardless of the name, you quickly make your over to the establishment and step down a flight of stairs leading to the basement floor of a pretty rundown eight-story building.

“Cutter,” a cute brunette – the only one in there besides you – greets you with a smile, “You're here.”

You're just about to answer her when the world freezes so another blue window can pop-up in front of you, with the message 'New session: customize appearance and preferences?”

“Uh, okay,” Obviously, this is some sort of tutorial, you think as you select OK, and it's only because your character is as frozen as everything else that you don't jump backwards when a floating image of the brunette, naked and with her arms outstretched to her sides as she rotates slowly, fills yours vision.

You've already noticed that she's cute, but on a whim you try to transform her face from that into one that's drop-dead gorgeous, and are surprised when you manage to pull it off on the first try.

Next, you take her of her body too. She was quite thin and slender, with not a lot of curves at all, so you change that by narrowing the waist, broadening the hips and giving them an full, firm ass to support, adding a little bit of definition to her tummy, and a whole lot of size, fullness and roundness to her tits, each of which is now rivaling her head in size.

Finally, you notice that the amount of modification you can do to the brunette – who the info sheet next to her profile is telling you is named Gemma and is 27 years of age – is amazingly in-depth, which is something you reflect on as you plump up her pussy lips and reduce the amount of hair above it into merely a thin landing strip of neatly cropped hair.

And in light of your reflections back in the mall, you make sure to reduce her age, leaving her 19 years old and rationalizing it by telling yourself that she's inherited her role as a contact along with the tattoo parlour, or something like that.

“Attention,” When you click to continue, of course another pop-up appears, “Adjust vagina and anus to accommodate player character girth and length?”

And that, you think as you opt for yes, is another no-brainer.

Almost done with the customization, you notice that you can change Gemma's clothes too, and you reduce the size of her top to match the increase in that of her boobs, before converting her jeans into a pair of massively cut-off denim shorts which are frayed to the point where a strong gust of wind would probably make them disintegrate. Finally, her canvas sneakers are turned into a pair of high-heeled sandals that do a fantastic job accentuating her ass and leaves her almost as tall as you.

There, now you're finished. You probably should equip her with some tattoos, but honestly you're not that into that sort of thing and so can't think of any. Your reasoning instead becomes that there are plenty of bartenders that are teetotallers, and something similar is the case with Gemma.

“Preferences saved,” Another pop-up informs you. Man, there have been a lot of those already.

“Gemma,” you smile at her, and at the modifications that you've made now that you get to see her shift around a little behind the glass counter, causing her boobs to jiggle and nearly popping out of her seriously undersized black top, “I'm here because of the Fox.”

“Not because you want another tattoo, then?” Gemma's smile is no longer cute. Instead, it's openly and devastatingly lustful.

“I've only got the one...” You reply, as her smile and the thought of this busty teen sex-kitten having her hands on your cock has got you rock-hard in an instant, and as a result of the enhancements, your member lurches forwards in your pants like a spring being set off.

“Tell me about it...” Somehow, probably thanks to the sexual enhancements you picked and the changes you've made to Gemma, this is rapidly starting to look some kind of porn game.

“Anyway, I guess you're short on time,” Quickly changing the subject, Gemma reaches in underneath the glass counter. Looking down her cleavage while swearing that you can hear the flimsy straps holding her top up weakening under the strain of containing her tits, you chide yourself for not picking X-ray vision too. Even without it, you can feel your stiff dick be rocked by long, powerful throbs. While in real-life an erection is quite a pleasant experience, this is much more intense, and has you letting out a low, dark growl as your whole stirs due to the sensation.

“See anything you like, big boy?” Gemma flashes you a flirtatious smile as she hands you a disc.

Your response is a smile and a very direct “Yes” as you accept the disc into your hand. When you do, an image like that of Gemma earlier appears in front of you, and the game freezes again. This time, what you see is an already extremely busty and curvaceous woman who looks like an elf, but with dusky bluish skin and snow-white hair, pouting lips and high, elegant cheekbones, and mauve eyes that seem to glow. Unlike Gemma though, the dark elf's dressed already, albeit in quite a skimpy, all-black get-up consisting of sleek, knee-high boots, a leather microskirt with slits up the sides, a leather biker's jacket, and finally a corset that puts a truly staggering amount of cleavage on full display.

Beyond the graphic profile, there's a different data sheet than for Gemma, and this one is somewhat more detailed:
'The Fox
Dark Elf Female
Assassin
Entry level 1
Status-online
Activity-In mission'

So this is the reason why the game asked about player crossovers, huh?

The window switches into a new one, a map with a legend to explain that the green dot represents your location and the purple X where the Fox is being held. And it seems like you've got a bit of ground to cover, since she's located in another part of the fringes of what looks like a giant, sprawling metropolis.

“Any idea of what kind of opposition I'll be facing?” You ask Gemma as the map slides out of view and play resumes.

“Possibly the underboss of a local crime syndicate. Definitely some of his goons,” Gemma explains, then smiles again, “Nothing you can't handle.”

“And the Fox got captured how exactly?”

“She was sent in to **** the underboss and got caught,” Gemma's explanation is somewhat jarring, and you realize that one of the side-effects of you modifying her is that a nineteen-year old, gorgeous woman is discussing assassinations extremely matter-of-factly.

“So I'm the cavalry, huh?” You flex your jaw and continue, “This underboss, he's a pretty bad guy, right?”

“Yes, he's not a very nice man,” Gemma nods, then looks you over again, “There's a reason why I called you in.”

“He got a name?” Judging from her last comment, it seems like Gemma's the one who gives your missions.

“He calls himself Mr. Big,” Gemma rolls her eyes and smirks.

“Of course he does. I get a bonus if I kill him?”

“As a matter of fact, you do.”

“How do you know the Fox failed her mission and has been captured, anyway?” You ask.

“She went in there last night, hasn't been heard from since, and her beacon's still there,” Gemma's answer brings up a question that you hadn't considered before jumping into the game. You're supposed to perform all kinds of dangerous missions, so what happens if you're caught prisoner? If you're killed, the game's supposed to restart, or that at least is how you interpreted the girl in the shop's explanation back in the real world. But what happens if you're tortured or something? After all, everything about this experience seems just as real as if you were actually here.

“And what's the payment?” You change the subject, while your dick has softened again.

“If you kill Mr. Big, you get 25.000 credits... If you save the Fox, you get my gratitude,” Gemma says.

“Gratitude, huh?” Hers, and the Fox's, you think as your gaze drops towards Gemma's tits. And in related news, your hard-on makes a triumphant return. Honestly, you're surprised it doesn't explode out of your trousers like the chestburster in Alien.

“Yeah...” Gemma purrs, before putting her hands a couple of inches above her exposed belly button to tug ever so slightly at the hem of her top. As far as flirting goes, it's about as subtle as your apparent attempt to grow a third leg.

“I'd better get going then,” It takes you a moment to reach the point where you can actually say that, and you rack your lust-addled brain in an attempt to remember if there's anything else that's important and that you should ask her about. You come up short.

“Definitely, and be back as quickly as possible,” Gemma says to you as you turn round and make your way over to the door.