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Grunting with exertion, you dragged the old balance bench across the linoleum floor. Bright sunlight flooded in through high-set windows of the basement, providing you with plenty of light to set things up. You had intended to get started earlier, but Sarah's party last night had ran longer than expected and no one, not even you, had wanted to get up early on a Sunday morning after that.

It was almost noon now, so the worst of your hangover had passed, but you were still very glad when you could drop the bench in place and take a breather. Taking a seat on it's worn wooden surface, you finished your phone out of your pocket. The sight of your crush's name next to the words "Nearly there" put a smile on your face, one that was tempered somewhat by her next message just below it.

Miranda: is it cool if Sarah comes too?

You had nothing against Sarah, you'd just attended a party she hosted the night before after all, but what you'd planned was intended for four people. Still, you never could say no to Miranda.

"That's fine, see you soon," you text back. Glancing up at your previous message history, you saw your message telling her to get home safe sent at 1am, and her reply half an hour later. Surely the fact that she was willing to get up before noon to come see you again, after such a late night, was a sign that she liked you back, right?

Last night would have been a great time to confess your feelings, and you had been just about to. Leaning against the wall in Sarah's living room turned dance floor, you had leaned in so close together, your nose nearly brushing hers as you stared into her chocolate brown eyes. You'd been dancing, so her pretty cheeks were pink, and a weak shine of sweat decorated her brow, but something about the way a loose strand of hair stuck to her forehead only made her prettier.

Then she had been swept away. Tom, the ever infuriating bastard who never stopped flirting with anything in a skirt, grabbed her by the ass and her wrist and whisked her into the dancing crowd. He was the football star, a "ladies man", and now he was grinding on your crush as you watched. People kept moving through the dance floor, limiting would you could see to glimpses.

Tom leaned down to kiss her, she turned her head away, you lost track of them. They briefly popped up again, and you could see Miranda's hands on his chest, like she was about to push him away, before they slipped out of view. Next time you spotted them, Miranda was completely spun around, her back to Tom as he loomed over her. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, either kissing the side of it or whispering something in her ear. The shock in Miranda's eyes and the gasp on her lips did nothing to make it clearer.

This time, you had a view of them through the swaying bodies for a moment longer. Miranda's long brown hair clouded Tom's face as it stayed so perilously close to hers. His hands started at her hips, before roving up her body towards her DD breasts, whilst she just froze in shock against him. Before you could intervene, another small crowd of people passed between you and them, obscuring your view and blocking you from moving. By the time they cleared, Miranda was free from Tom's grip, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Dishevelled, blushing, and angry, she had stumbled back over to you. "Asshole," she muttered, tucking a loose lock of chestnut brown hair behind her ear with one hand, whilst adjusting her crop top with the other. Whether he had actually groped her boobs or if her top had just slipped in her sudden movement, you didn't ask. What was certain was that her full breasts were nearly bursting out of her tight white top, although you'd done your best not to stare. By the time you could look at her again, the moment had well and truly passed. Tom had only "danced" with her for under a minute, but by the time she came back the vibes were so different that you couldn't imagine confessing your attraction.

Just thinking about the situation again pissed you off, and you found yourself jumping to your feet and pacing just to get the energy out. The university basement was a large space, so you had plenty of room to walk out your feelings, stomping down one aisle of dusty shelves before turning the corner and stomping back up another. When you'd first gotten the job to clean, catalogue, and reorganize all the junk stored in here, you'd felt like it was impossible.

Row after row of metal shelves, adorned with forgotten projects, failed experiments, and half finished art pieces, the whole place reminded you of that warehouse form Indiana Jones. Over time, however, you'd gotten to grips with it, and found lots of interesting things, although there was only one thing that you knew you had to share in person. That was why you were here now, before noon on a Sunday.

Anxiously checking your phone again, you saw another message.

Matt: Sorry mate, I don't think me and Nicole will make it

That made your heart fall even as you sighed and got ready to reply. Matt wasn't just your best friend, he was also the person you were most certain would find your discovery incredible. To make matters worse, without him and Nicole, you went from having one person too many, to one too few. Stopping in the clearing you had created amongst the shelving units, you typed out your reply.

"Are you sure man? This is actually really great, there's nothing you could be doing with your morning that's better than this."

Three miles away, Matt glanced down to where the still nude Nicole pressed against him, her cheek on his bare chest as she slept.

"IDK about that," he messaged back, only further confusing you. What could he possibly be doing at 11am that was better than this, and how did he know Nicole wouldn't make it either? You were interrupted before you could send another message expressing either of those thoughts.

"Hey John," you heard your favourite voice in the world say from the doorway.

Breath caught in your throat as you looked up to see your angelic crush, smiling at you. She was dressed more conservatively than last night. The crop top and miniskirt that flashed her breasts and thighs were replaced by a flowy t-shirt and leggings, but they could only do so much to conceal her DDs and hourglass figure.

"Miranda, I'm so glad you came," you said as you tucked your phone away and walked over to her. Matt's non-attendance was a nonissue to you now that you were face to face with your sweetheart, and face to face with the new challenge of not getting a boner as you glimpsed her lean midriff beneath the loose hem of her tee.

"Well I said I would, I wouldn't let you down," she smiled. "This place is way nicer than I thought it would be."
She looked around as she spoke, the sunlight cascading in turning her chocolatey eyes a shade lighter.

"I wouldn't invite you into a musty cellar," you laughed, "but I did put some extra effort in to make it look nice." Turning to admire your handiwork, you had to admit, it looked kind of good.

In a space that had been occupied by tables covered in decade old posters, you'd set up a balance bench right in the middle. Ten feet away from it, backed up against the white-painted brick wall, a screen wider than your arms could stretch was placed. The inky black of the turned off screen was contrasted by the warm light from the windows above, two rectangles of light that made the whole room feel warm and cosy.

At the edges of that clearing was still all the detritus of a university storage space, but you still felt like you'd carved a comfortable space in the middle of it, through a lot of hard work.

The look on Miranda's face, of almost childlike wonder, was reward enough. Her eyes practically glittered with reflected sunlight, and you felt yourself again gripped by the urge to tell her how you felt. Before you could form the words, however, you were once more cut off.

"Ohh, so this is where that door goes!" You heard Sarah's naturally exuberant voice, echoing down the stairs and along the corridor. In a moment your shoulders slumped, and Miranda seemed to notice based on the way her wry smile seemed to say "sorry."

"When I said it wasn't a date, she invited herself," she whispered so Sarah wouldn't hear.

"Maybe it should have been a date," you whispered back, your heartrate rising at just the thought. The fact that Miranda didn't say anything to disagree only made your heart pound faster.

"There's one more thing I need to say," Miranda looked awkward as she spoke, barely making eye contact with you. For a second everything seemed to slow down, your head swirling as you thought that your crush was about to confess to you. Instead, you were brought unpleasantly back down to earth.

"Yo, are you two fucking down there?" Tom's voice bellowed.

Just hearing his voice was enough to make your shoulders slump.

"I'm so sorry," Miranda actually vocalized her apology this time, cringing empathetically.

"Why is he here too?" You whispered, eyes narrowing as you frowned towards the bottom of the stairs. Before Miranda could answer, the two hangers on emerged.

Sarah came first, pretty feet in strappy sandals stepping giddily down the stairs. She was dressed for warmer weather, with her long legs in a pair of daisy dukes so short that you already knew her ass cheeks were practically hanging out the back. The top she wore was no more conservative, a cut off white crop top that draped over her big breasts with only centimetres of fabric to cover her underboob. From the way those boobs bounced as she skipped down the stairs, you really doubted she was wearing a bra.

A few steps behind her was Tom, clad in stereotypical douche jock attire, including trainers, dark jeans, a letterman jacket, and a high and tight haircut.

You were pre-emptively glaring at Tom, ready to mean mug him once he got low enough on the stairs, but you didn't get the chance.

"John!" Sarah grinned when she saw you, throwing her arms wide and bouncing over to you. In an instant she crashed into you, two soft pillows pushing against your chest whilst her red ponytail nearly whipped you in the face. Carefully, you hugged her back, making sure that Miranda could see that your hands were only on the safe parts of Sarah's back. You broke the hug first but Sarah held it for a second longer, taking a deep breath in like she was trying to inflate her already large boobs.

"Sorry for crashing your party," she said as she stepped back, a twinkle in her green eyes as she smiled at you. "I hope you and Miranda weren't actually planning on fucking down here."

The crassness of her words made you blush. "No, that's not what I invited her here for."

"I knew it," Tom laughed, "I knew there was no way you and a girl like Miranda would be banging."

Ignoring him, you turned to Miranda. "Why is he here?"

"Hey," Tom cut your crush off before she could speak, "when two hot chicks need a ride, I'm more than happy to give it to them!"

"He picked us up and drove us here, that's all," Miranda explained, looking like she wished Tom wasn't here as much as you did.

"Yeah, but I remember you promised to pay me back."

"With money, I'll pay you back with money."

"Cash, grass, or ass, all are welcome, but I know which one you really want to give me."

"Stop encouraging him Miranda," Sarah chided her friend, making Miranda's brow furrow in frustration. "Now, what is this big surprise you've been planning? Ever since Miranda told me about how excited she was I couldn't stop thinking about it!"

Miranda blushed as her friend let the cat out of the bag, turning her face away from you under the pretext of straightening her hair. Hearing that Miranda had actually been excited for this buoyed you up so completely that you were no longer mad about Tom being there.

"Actually I was gonna wait for Matt and Nicole, this is something they'd be super in to too, but I don't think they're coming." Pulling out your phone revealed no further correspondence from your friend, giving you little choice but to go on without them. Without them, Sarah and Tom showing up was something of a blessing. What you had planned needed four people.

"Nah, they're not coming," you confirmed, " so we can start now. Follow me." Feeling like something between a tour guide and Willy Wonka, you gestured everyone into the space you had created. Sarah gasped at the screen, her plump lips parting in a stunned smile as she looked around the room. You'd gone to the extra effort of putting some of the more interesting objects you'd found around the perimeter, and they seemed to have captured Sarah's attention as much as the monolithic screen.

Miranda was similarly curious about the odd memorabilia, her attention being stolen by a clothing dummy wrapped in a homemade kimono. It had probably been a forgotten fashion exam project, the fruit of hours of planning and labour. Now it was set dressing for what you had planned. Tom just snorted a laugh at your hard work, his eyes passing over everything like they probably would do if he had been forced into a museum.

"So you invited Miranda out here to show her a bunch of old junk?" He asked, picking up a "cursed" doll that had been used in a student film and swinging it around by one arm.

"No," you huffed, "I invited her here to show her this."

Stepping over the balance bench, you walked up to the giant screen and pushed the button on the thin, grey monolith below it. The machine issued a musical beep as it turned on, and the dark screen went white. Turning your back to the wall, you folded your arms and proudly waited for their reactions. Puzzled faces and furrowed brows were your reward.

"You asked Miranda out to show her anime porn?" Sarah asked, cocking her head as he green eyes shifted from the screen, to you, and back.

Glancing around, you saw an elf priestess displayed on the screen, with breasts even bigger than Sarah's, covered only by two strips of black fabric. The camera was panning slowly down her body, over her snow white midriff which sported a neon pink womb tattoo, to a thin loincloth that was almost lost between her thick thighs.

"No that, that's just a loading screen," you stammered, your cheeks suddenly burning. Luckily for you, the image changed, this time switching to an upwards panning shot of an absurdly buff Orc, whose bare green chest was on display below two spikey metal pauldrons. The texture quality of all these images was incredible, 3D graphics that were so good it almost looked like real pictures, you could even see the slightest imperfections and glistening sweat on the character's skin.

"This is the craziest game I've ever seen," you opened a nearly unnoticeable slot on the machines front, pulling out four wireless controllers. "I don't know why a prototype or whatever this impressive is just gathering dust down here. Even the demo was mind-blowing, and that was just 20 minutes. I couldn't play the full game because it needs four players. That was why I invited Matt, this sort of thing would be right up his alley, but he's not coming."

Turning to Sarah and Tom, controllers nearly spilling out of your hands, you felt like an awkwardly overexcited kid inviting kids from class to play. "Do you two game?"

Tom rolled his eyes. He was a 20 year old man, of course he played videogames.

"I love videogames!" Sarah gushed, "I've got, like, 1000 hours in the sims." She must have noticed your shoulders droop, because she burst out laughing again. "I'm just kidding, I like games. I played Baldur's gate, I thought it was pretty fun."

Handing out controllers like you were handing out rifles to draftees, you moved down the ramshackle line from Tom, to Sarah. Miranda smiled and stepped up next, one hand outstretched for her controller. "Do you play many videogames?" You asked as you gave it to her, your hand brushing against hers making your heart flutter.

"No," she shook her head, "But if you're so excited about it, it must be good." That vote of confidence made you feel better, as you followed Miranda towards the bench.

Tom, you noticed to your chagrin, had positioned himself so as to be between Sarah and Miranda, his legs spread wide so they would have no choice but to brush knees with him. Sarah didn't mind this, readily cuddling up to him so close that her long red hair nearly spilled over his shoulder. Miranda, meanwhile, leaned further in your direction. You were almost more excited to be sitting so close to her than to finally be playing this strange new game.

On the screen now was a raven haired female archer, bow drawn back and a look of focus on her face. She was still sexualized, with an hour glass figure and a boob window cut into her leather armour, but much less slutty than the elf had looked. With a single button press, the image disappeared, replaced by a menu overlaid upon a blurred shot of a rolling green landscape.

The menu had a typical array of options.

Demo start

Four Players

Options

Credits

Quit

When you had loaded it up for yourself, only the demo option had been open, with "Four Players" only showing the message "More players needed" if you tried to select it. Now the four player option was glowing and selectable. It was like the system knew that each controller was in someone's hands. Tapping down to it, you turned your head towards the others for a second.

"Okay, so first it will take you to character creation and then-"

Your thumb pushed down on the select button as you spoke, and as soon as it did a bright white light overtook you, disappearing everything and everyone. You couldn't see anything, or hear the game's music anymore, or even feel the hard bench under your ass. The world was gone.

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Happy Halloween! As is, apparently, tradition, I've gone a little crazy this year and decided to start messing around with the game mechanics to create this new story. The story itself was inspired by triangletoasts's C.U.C.K.E.D H.E.R.O, and I've kind of borrowed the characters from Cloontang1's The Afterparty, although that's mainly just for ease of writing. If a character is going to be playing a similar role to Tom, he might as well be called Tom, and Sarah might as well be Sarah, etc. If you've read that story, you don't have to think of this cast as the exact same characters, but they fill the same archetypes.

I hope you enjoy, this was a lot of work, I've got plenty of ideas for more, but if you have any of your own, share them in the comments.