The Gamer's Gambit Pt. 07

GAME CONTINUE

Date: March 22st, 21XX

Location: Mollie Forest

High Score: 575,260

Top High Score: 3,333,360

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Night waned as dawn arrived. A full night of dancing and celebrating left many of the forest denizens tuckered. The forest critters slumbered peacefully. The mollies retreated to their underground lairs. The babas found tree branches to perch on and rest.

During the celebrations, Persica, Yaga, and some babas rescued the yosauri from their safety spot atop the mushroom tree. The dinosaurs were glad to be with friends again, and they joined in the fun.

When Yaga's show came to an end, Persica rested inside her tent. Gamer and Minnie shared the carriage, afraid of insects crawling into their ears or tickling them in the middle of the night. Asterion logged out for some shut eye. The yosauri snuggled up together and slept on the grass. Queen Yaga and her babas quietly left the living, and floated away. She blew them a kiss, whispered gratitude, and faded as the sunlight breached the horizon.

The group slept late into the morning, but Gamer was awakened by sensual feelings. Gentle pulls elevated his erected penile pecker. Brisk breaths and a turtle girl's worth of weight jostled him. He opened his eyes, and found Minnie being a cowgirl. She faced him, hands planted on his torso, as she raised and lowered her hips carefully. It wasn't like before where things were hot and heavy. The shellie took her time and made sure every inch of her juicy puss was rubbed.

"Minnie, aren't you tired?" Gamer asked, still pretty groggy after all the dancing.

Minnie grinded a bit once Gamer was all the way in her, "I got punched pretty hard inside the mansion. I need this to heal up."

Gamer wasn't sure if Minnie just used that as an excuse or not, but the moment she started to raise her hips, and her clamped pussy tugged along his shaft and head, he stopped caring. The wood and joints of the carriage squealed and rocked. Minnie still had her tank top on, and Gamer stared at her delicious breasts bounce beneath the cloth.

"I'm almost..." Minnie whimpered. Gamer rubbed her thighs, but remained still. It was all her. Soon thereafter, she lurched and let out hissing gasps. Gamer felt her warm climax leak across his member. Minnie roughly rubbed her soaking pussy along the base of his cock and all over his balls. She laughed a little, "Whew, that's better!"

Asterion blipped into existence. He retained his buffalo skin from last time, with his pants restored. He appeared right outside the carriage entrance. He stretched and let out a yawn, but that grabbed attention from those inside the carriage. The carriage door opened when Gamer, still mounted, checked on the presence. Asterion saw all of Gamer and Minnie. He turned his head and used a hand to censor them, "Whoop, bad timing. Sorry about that, guys."

"Good morning, Asterion!" Minnie cheerfully waved.

"'Sup, man. Wanna join us? We're just getting started," Gamer patted the side of Minnie's jiggly wiggly.

"I'm more of a mano e mano kind of guy," Asterion continued his censoring.

"Nonsense! A third wheel makes for a bumpier ride. It'll be fun!" Gamer argued.

"Yeah! It's healthy, too," Minnie flexed her arm muscles.

"Well, I suppose if both of you are sending an invite, it'd be rude of me to decline," Asterion lowered his hand and appreciated the view of Minnie's cooch snuggling Gamer's groin. Asterion circled to the opposite side of the carriage and entered right behind Minnie. He lowered his pants to reveal his half-chubbed monster meat, "Fighting that chick with a dick yesterday got me quite worked up."

He pressed his thick slab into her ass while reaching around to fondle her. His large hands enveloped her breasts. She leaned back and gawked at the bullhandling. Gamer felt her pussy twitch with excitement.

"Maybe we should switch places," Gamer suggested. "Mine might be a better fit for her butt."

"True, I'm okay with that," Asterion agreed.

"Wait, what? You want in my butt? I... didn't even know that was an option..." Minnie's innocence showed.

"Are you okay with trying?" Asterion asked, his cock inches from that hole.

"Sure!"

"Alright, just let us know if it becomes too painful."

Minnie dismounted Gamer's cock, and it flopped over with a wet smack. Her cum drenched it. She turned to face Asterion, and he helped stabilize her as she kneeled and presented her cute anus to Gamer. He plopped his cock head against it and flicked it about. He spread her pussy juices all across to help with her first time. She wasn't nervous as she pressed her weight into it. She gasped, though, and froze when his head penetrated the hole.

"Woah! That's different..." Minnie nervously laughed.

"Easy does it. Try to relax. Deep breaths..." Asterion guided. Minnie did as he said, and she started taking Gamer in. She strained and paused, but always gathered herself and continued.

"Is it supposed to feel good? It's kinda painful right now," Minnie wondered.

"Move back and forth. It becomes easier the more you massage it," Asterion suggested.

Minnie worked the first few inches in and out. After a bit of trial and error, a light came on for Minnie. She gawked, and smiled, "That... there... feels nice..."

Gamer sat up to give Minnie something to lean on. She grinded him more and more into her. With her pussy completely exposed, Asterion went in with his fingers. His large digits graced her clit and dipped in between the lips. She drenched them, and he spread her butter along her gouch, by the rim of her anus, and along Gamer's shaft. Asterion rubbed all over their genitals, all the while his grew bigger and harder.

"I want it," Minnie licked her lips at the sight of the stiffened minotaur. Gamer and her adjusted so she was on all fours. Gamer stuffed his member into her ass and doggy humped away. Asterion stayed in his spot outside the carriage, and his meat slab bobbed before her face. He reached under her and tugged her tank top up to free her breasts. He squeezed and teased a boob, while she sucked and teased his head. The trio rocked the carriage to and fro.

Footsteps outside alerted the trio to Persica. The princess had stepped out of the tent. She wore black jogging tights and one of her pink tie dye bikini tops. She also had on a small, thin leather vest that was more tassels than vest, and a headband with hanging bead strings. She fiddled with one armband out of a dozen. She stared at the threesome taking place with heavy eyes.

"Persica! Persica! Come join us! Make it a foursome!" Gamer beckoned.

"I'm too sober for this," Persica rounded the carriage to open her chest. She pulled out some materials, "I'm busy, anyways. It'll have to be another time."

"Boo! You suck!" Gamer heckled. Persica slammed the chest shut; it cut in a strong silence. Her stoic response made him add, "... at being irresponsible. Wow! You are truly amazing. And beautiful. And dope."

"Thank you, Gamer," Persica unpaused and returned to her tent. Gamer let out a sigh, and his two sex partners laughed at his panic. Gamer plucked himself out of Minnie, the sensation making her coo, and he crawled over in front of the minotaur dong. Minnie lapped at the shaft and gave room for Gamer to start a blowjob. Asterion's girth proved too much, and Gamer only got a few inches in his mouth. Regardless, he unrelentingly sucked alongside Minnie.

They properly prepped the minotaur to penetrate Minnie. Gamer and Minnie slathered his cock in saliva, and used their hands to jerk. The sight of their bare bottoms gently rubbing on one another turned Asterion on. The bull man's member started to twitch. They were ready.

The threesome went public as they exited the carriage. Minnie enthusiastically jumped up on Asterion's torso. Asterion lifted Minnie up with ease and leaned back. Gamer handled the monster cock and raised it so as to line up the flared horsecock head with Minnie's primed pussy. Similar to her anal initiation, Asterion gingerly lowered her onto his thick fifteen inches. Minnie's enthusiasm evolved into a perverse expression. A third of the way down, his cock ebbed as it pressed against her womb. Asterion clutched her close and laid back on the ground. She remained sprawled over his torso to give the best position to maneuver. Gamer took that queue and positioned his cock on Minnie's ass. He glided his cock along her valley until he found the hole. She took a deep breath like before, and Gamer plunged in.

Minnie cried out, "Ah! So much... too much..."

"Shit, she's tight..." Gamer also winced. As his cock grooved on up into Minnie, he could feel the pressure from the monster cock.

The men pinned Minnie between their bodies and alternated thrusts. They stretched and squeezed all at the same time. Minnie never felt so full, and the men were embraced by her warmth and their gyrations.

"Hey, Asterion, you know the rule. It's only gay if the balls touch," Gamer listened to the pats below. His happy sack kept high fiving the part of the minotaur's shaft that couldn't fit in Minnie.

"Your balls are too small to reach mine," Asterion straight manned Gamer's absurd comment.

"How dare y- I mean, you're right, but how dare you!"

Sudden, intense moans came from Minnie. It startled the two men and they nearly pulled out, but Minnie pleaded, "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

They granted her wish and thrusted faster. Gamer timed his humps with Asterion's. Their dicks moved in tandem with one another. They kneaded her insides until more of her dripped out and covered Asterion's cock. She spasmed a bit while cumming, and the intensity droned on thanks to neither man letting up.

"How you feeling, Minnie?" Gamer rested his chin on her neck.

The shellie giggled as he licked her neck, "Amazing... I want more..."

Gamer licked and sucked her bare neck and shoulder, and Asterion brought in his own passion. He parted Minnie's lips with his large tongue, and they frenched. The intimacy brought on more powerful thrusts from Asterion, and he stopped the tongueing to say, "I'm nearly there..."

"Cum inside her. It'll be like watching a water balloon pop," Gamer encouraged.

"Are you nuts? I could kill her if I nut inside. Don't you remember what we did together?" Asterion chided.

Minnie's eyes widened, "It can kill me?"

"Who wouldn't want to be fucked to death? It's gotta be one of the best ways to go."

"Gamer!" Asterion and Minnie united their disapproval.

"Okay, okay!" Gamer lifted Minnie up, and stayed inside her. Asterion's meat unsheathed from Minnie, and it yearned for completion. Gamer picked the shellie up in a reverse cradled position, her wrecked pussy wide open for some fresh air. Minnie lounged back on Gamer, perched with his cock in her butt and his hands cupping her booty cheeks. She wrapped her hands behind his head to support more of her weight. Gamer grinned, "Eight ball, corner pocket!"

"That's better..." Asterion clasped his monster cock with both hands. One feverishly pleased the shaft, while the other vibrated under the head. Asterion masturbated and made guttural, cattle noises. The minotaur's muscles tensed, his third horn bulged, and his balls cinched up. A large stream of cum exploded out of the cock and splattered across Minnie's stomach. She flinched at the first blast, and gawked at the large amount. The second burst plastered her thigh and pussy, and the third barely reached, but caught Gamer's leg.

"Ah, damn, sorry... I was a bit backed up," Asterion apologized. The bust calmed the bull down. He continued to work the shaft to milk more out. It dripped to the ground.

"It's okay..." Minnie rubbed the bull man's cum over her tummy.

"Your turn..." Asterion baton passed to Gamer.

"Yeah, right! The mollies took all my cum yesterday. My balls are empty for a week, man. I'm just doing this for fun!" Gamer snarkily laughed. Gamer set Minnie on the ground, and her legs trembled to keep her up. They'd fucked her good.

"I feel like I just got done taking on Frainky," Minnie joked. Asterion laughed, but Gamer was confused, and so they explained. Afterwards, and after putting their clothes on, Minnie had a related question, "Are we bound to take on greater enemies and threats? Things seem like they keep on escalating."

"That's usually how games work. After all, Lord Shellie is the big bad at the end of the road. You should know how tough he is," Gamer answered.

Minnie affirmed, "Real tough. Not even Marco could defeat him completely. They always ended up in stalemates."

"Then perhaps we should continue our training, and guarantee our shield doesn't break," Asterion pandered to Minnie. She energetically started doing push ups. Asterion dropped and synchronized with her.

They invited Gamer, but he declined, "If my sister were here, though, she'd join you."

"I thought she had muscle problems," Asterion paused at the top of one push.

"Yeah, but a bit of exercise helps her. Once a week she goes to the doctor for stimulants and to work out. She has to do some aerobics on a daily basis, too. Helps the muscles from deteriorating too fast. Today's that day, so I won't hear from her until this afternoon."

The tent flapped open and out stepped Persica. She carried with her a couple of bottled green liquids. She'd overheard them, "Your sister sounds like a strong woman. To fight through incurable pain takes a lot of strength and will."

Gamer agreed, and then asked, "What are those?"

"My own stimulants. They are the energy tinctures I mentioned yesterday," Persica held up the bottles and sloshed the green liquid around. "Who wants them?"

"Stamina for training? I'll take one," Asterion approached. Gamer chilled and didn't even try to claim one. The minotaur happily accepted his stamina drink, and Persica gave the second one to Minnie. They were both overjoyed, "With this, we can train all day. Bottoms up!"

The minotaur and shellie drank the tinctures. The atmosphere around them became dense and electrified. Their eyes began to glow with god-killer energy. Minnie was first to change; a pair of wings sprouted from her back. Asterion was second to change; his entire color palette became red.

And that's it.

"What the hell?!" Asterion examined his new skin and hair tone.

"Wow! It gave me wings!" Minnie jumped in the air and flapped her wings. They were strong enough to allow her actual flight. She then spiraled safely to the ground, and made airplane noises all the while.

"Huh... something went wrong," Persica tilted her head. Gamer cracked up, while Asterion asked how this could have happened. The princess closed her eyes and nervously admitted, "I can't remember. I wasn't high."

"I look like a sports team mascot..." Asterion couldn't even change how he looked, since it was some kind of power up. He would have to wait it out.

"Maybe it has to do with us not being like Gamer and Persica. Neither one of us have ever taken any of the drugs that transform them," Minnie suspected.

"Just because I have a custom avatar doesn't mean I can't use power ups. I just prefer to not use items," red Asterion mumbled.

"Well, it shouldn't last that long. By the time we clear the forest and cross the land bridge, the effects will wear off," Persica predicted. "Now that we don't have any mollies or babas to deal with, things should go smoothly."

"So what you're saying is we can just skip the cutscene and get to the good part," Gamer rubbed his hands together optimistically.

Persica raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about? I don't understand wh..."

***

The group stepped out of the Bluestone Caves. The scenery before them included all of Lord Shellie's land; a beach circled a dense forest that acted as a ring for staggering foothills, which all lead up to the central, huge volcano. Atop the volcano was an ashen grey structure; Lord Shellie's fortress. Smoke funneled out of the volcano summit. Rivers and waterfalls of lava segmented the volcano and different points.

"We finally made it! Nice!" Gamer grinned. His quick travel trick worked successfully. Skipping the cutscene saved so much time.

"Checking behind the waterfall turned out to be a good idea. I hadn't expected a tunnel to be there, let alone be a shortcut here," Persica praised Gamer.

"Oh, well, secrets behind waterfalls are a given. It's a secret to everybody," Gamer suavely played the genius role. He faced his team, and gasped. Asterion was no longer red, but his right arm was now mechanical, attached at his amputated shoulder, "Why do you have a bionic arm?!"

Asterion examined it, but with reserved surprise, "Why DO I have a bionic arm?"

"You mean you guys don't remember?" Minnie asked. She no longer had wings, but she held a wicked spear.

"Where'd that come from?!" Gamer gawked. A little jealousy slipped in, but he had to disregard that because of a round, bomb-like creature standing next to Persica. It had spindly arms and legs, like tubes. Its head and torso were a single unit like the blushrooms, with a pair of tall eyes blinking at Gamer. A fuse stuck out the top of its body like hair. Gamer freaked out more, "Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm Bob," the bomb held a hand up. Bob spoke with a nasally voice, but had no mouth. No nose or ears, for that matter.

"Who the hell is Bob?!" Gamer switched to Persica for clarity.

"You know, I was appreciating the quiet, cooperative Gamer. This amnesia game is an odd choice to break the peace," Persica sighed as if dealing with a toddler.

"Where are the yosauri and carriage?" Asterion noticed a glaring omission.

"Asterion has amnesia, too!" Minnie gasped. "Ego and the others sacrificed themselves in the battle against the Hammer Brothers. We would have perished if not for their bravery."

"Ego's dead?" Asterion fell to his knees. He let out a harrowing cry for his horse dinosaur, "Egooo!"

"What the hell happened during the skip?!" Gamer couldn't believe the amount of content lost to a single button press.

"This is why you don't skip cutscenes, you fool!" Asterion chastised. "Now we have no context for anything!"

"Oh no! I made a fuckie wuckie!" Gamer clamped his head with his hands. He opened his inventory to see what he absentmindedly obtained. He still had his broom, the tanuki tail, the star mint, as well as a flare flower and red cap. The power ups were more than likely gifted from Persica. He accepted his drastic mistake and sighed in stupid defeat. He asked the princess, "Alright, whatever, where do we go from here?"

Persica answered, "If we round the beach, we'll find a vacation spot Lord Shellie made for his troops. Near it is a go-kart complex, and it's the starting line of a long racetrack that spans the forest and volcano. We can grab a ride there and drive to the fortress."

"Is it a bad idea to try and scale the mountain without using the track?" Asterion considered an alternative route.

"Perilous, I would say, but that's not my goal. I want Lord Shellie to see us coming. Once he knows I'm here, he'll roll out the red carpet."

"Because you're the princess?"

"Because he loves me."

Asterion, unknown to Persica's relationship to the big shellie, looked to Gamer for an explanation. Gamer made a sexual gesture with his hands, and Asterion got the picture.

The group descended from the cave mouth and officially entered Lord Shellie's domain. The sun seemed to burn hotter here, or perhaps it was the proximity to an active volcano that towered over everything. After the group hopscotched over some rocks, they made it to the beach. The sand, waters, and treeline were all so vibrant. If Gamer and Asterion didn't know a tyrant ruled here, they'd consider it paradise.

"So what's this resort place like? Is it fortified? Will there be a bunch of enemies?" Gamer imagined swarms of shellies.

"On the contrary, it's a great getaway," Minnie happily explained. "There's plenty of space for sunbathing, games and activities to partake in, and everybody is super friendly. Lord Shellie wanted a safe zone where his army could take a load off. There will be bobs, billies, shellies, chumps..."

"Hold up, hold up," Gamer stopped the listing. "Bobs and billies? Like Bob here?"

The sentient bomb nodded, "My kind have been taken in by Lord Shellie. Very few enjoy our company. He gives us purpose."

"Suicidal purpose," Persica contextualized.

"Ah, I can't wait to die," Bob said with a peaceful tone.

"Billies and bobs are part of a species known as Expludes. It's self-explanatory," Minnie shrugged.

"How does your species even exist?" Asterion asked Bob.

"Life is full of mysteries," Bob whimsically pointed out. "I wonder if death is just as mysterious. I can't wait to find out!"

"Bob, I suddenly have sniffles. I don't want you getting sick, so could you stand ten feet away from me at all times no exceptions for forever and all eternity?" Gamer asked after sniffling.

"Awe, sure thing, pal. Thanks for keeping me in mind," Bob walked along ten feet behind everybody.

"I've also heard you guys use bobs and billies as expletives. Is that the same?" Gamer asked.

"Explosive language," Minnie stated.

"Of course..."

"There it is," Persica alerted the group. Ahead, peeking around the bend of the treeline, was a large straw roof building on the shore. Gamer and Asterion anticipated a den of evil, but found a whole heap of summer fun.

The main building was surrounded by shaded walkways that interconnected a large area filled with food stalls, vendors, activity centers, sport courts, and other buildings. Shellies populated the area, along with some aforementioned others. More bobs bobbed about and played with others. Billies were similar to bobs, but instead of a bomb, they were missiles. They all had sinister grins and hung in clustered groups.

All along the beach, shellies lounged on the sand or rocks and took in the sun's beating. They were enraptured by its rays, to the point that the nearest ones to the group paid no mind. Their shells were removed and set aside, which exposed their nudity, but none made a fuss. Minnie became eager to bask.

Asterion spotted a few minotaur-tall humanoids with obsidian skin, bald heads, and who embraced emo aesthetics. Chains, spiked chokers and bracers, zippers, dyed black hair, mascara, and leather clothes. They had sharp teeth like the babas. Most were pure muscles, but a few were rotund and chungie. Persica told them that these were known as chumps. Docile, if undisturbed. They apparently like to pick fights, bite people, and be leashed.

"Let's exercise caution," Persica suggested. "The resort is known for its non-violence agreement. I want Lord Shellie to see that we're not like Marco, or bloodthirsty in any way."

"I might be in trouble," Minnie said, as she used her arms to cover her shell-less form. "You don't need a shell while you sunbathe, but shellies aren't allowed to walk around without one."

"Check out what I found," Gamer walked over from the oceanfront. He held a red shellie's shell.

Minnie gasped in excitement and took the shell. She traded Gamer her spear. He promised to hold onto it for her and added it to his inventory. She quickly put the shell on to avoid hostilities, "And it's a red one. Thanks, Gamer!"

"Do the colors make a difference?"

"They do. Not only do they denote what rank you are under Lord Shellie, they also determine how durable the shell is. Greens are the lowest, reds are above them, and then blue are top tier."

"I haven't seen any blue shell shellies," Gamer thought about collecting shells along the beach.

"That's because blues are reserved to protect the fortress. We won't see them until we arrive there."

"Where'd you randomly find that, anyways?" Persica asked.

"In a not so random place..." Gamer smiled ambiguously. Asterion peered over in the tide, and saw a shellie floating facedown in the water with no shell and a snapped neck. The other shellies were too deep in their sunbathing to have even noticed murder. The minotaur sidestepped to be between Persica's view and the dead shellie. Once the ladies started walking towards the central resort building, Gamer whispered to Asterion, "The moment Persica mentioned caution, I mowed that fucker down."

"Gave up on the pacifist run?" Asterion asked.

"Can't spell pacifist without fist, and I certainly past a fist to the guy."

"Wow..."

While they trailed Persica and Minnie, a text came up from Samira, "Oooh (,,•o•,,) the beach! I deadas could use a vacation right now."

"Hey! Welcome back!" Gamer greeted. "How'd the doctor appointment go?"

"No cap, I don't want to talk about it (ᵕ--ᴗ--) too much stress on the vibes. I just wanna hang out with you and have fun"

"Have fun, huh?" Gamer scratched his chin. He went into character customization and changed into green swim trunks and a lightweight, unzipped hoodie. He declared, "Alright! We're at a resort, which means we have to play the obligatory mini-games and collect prizes! Let's play!"

"Yeet! ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)" Samira cheered. "Lowkey, I hope it'll be like your dating sims. We gotta get the munie and hunie!"

Gamer gazed across the nudist beach, and he ate up all the sexy individuals. The shellies' bodies were on full display, and the male shellies packed some good looking peckers. Some chumps were downdressed, and their dark muscles added to their appeal.

"Mmm, even though we're next to the ocean, I can't help but be thirsty," Gamer commented at the beauties.

"Actually, drinking seawater only makes you more dehydrated. It's advised you don't do that," Minnie said.

The innuendo went right over her head. Gamer turned and stared for a moment, and then kindly said, "Shut the fuck up."

Asterion changed into nothing but a speedo. The groin bulge was out of this world, and his balls knew not the definition of restraint.

"Seriously?" Gamer asked.

"Real men have nothing to hide," Asterion proudly posed.

"You really aren't going to cause any issues, Gamer?" Persica had her doubts.

"C'mon, Persica, babe, what do you take me for? I danced with ghosts last night, for crying out loud. I know how to put fun before business," Gamer schmoozed.

Persica furrowed her brow in confusion, "That happened two nights ago."

The consequences of his actions slapped Gamer, and he gawked at Asterion, "Why was the cutscene so damn long?!"

Asterion could only shake his head in disappointment, "Shame, shame."

Persica didn't even want to bother making heads or tails with Gamer's attitude. She strutted forward and led the group into the resort. All eyes were on them, especially with the princess present. No hostility came their way, but the tension became palpable. The central building was an information kiosk, with shellies behind counters of pamphlets, billboards, and posters. Events were lined up throughout the day, and directions to any stall imaginable were on display.

Gamer cast his sights across the open ocean. It was beautiful, and he gave props to the environmental designers. A few islands dotted the horizon, "What are those locations? Are they worth visiting?"

Persica answered, "If you feel like it. One is a tropical island where the yosauri are from. Another is home to the Squid Kids. They are a cephalopod people who love to paint in broad strokes. I personally have never been, but it is logged in my father's journal."

"Squid Kids? That's totes sus. I vote we stay away from there at all costs," Samira advised.

"Why's that?" Gamer questioned.

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Gamer forgot he ever saw the island, "We're never going to that place. Ever. No exception. Until the end of time. Before, during, and after forever. In all eternity."

The group approached the one counter that didn't have a waiting line. The shellie behind the counter greeted them nervously, "Um... hi, welcome to the Supper Shellie Resort. Um... how can I help you?"

"Good day. Is Lord Shellie here?" Persica asked.

The shellie started to quiver, "I-I can s-send for him shortly. W-would y-y-you like t-to..."

"Excuse me..." Gamer interrupted. She yelped and shook even more uncontrollably. Gamer needed to know, "Why are you so nervous? Is it the speedo? It's the speedo, isn't it?"

"No, I-I've heard what you did t-to Marco..." the shellie admitted.

"Cammy informed Lord Shellie, as we expected," Minnie said.

"And you escaped Kammy's magic... unscathed, no less."

"Lucky happenstance with that one," Asterion remained humbled.

"Lucky? I do say, fleeing from the fight doesn't sound luck-based," a crackly, elderly voice came from above. The group glanced up and saw a shellie wearing a witch's hat and on a flying broom. Her long, evergreen witch's dress didn't leave much to the imagination thanks to her curvaceous figure. She adjusted her spectacles while she held onto a magical sceptre.

"Pause," Gamer put up a stop sign. "Are you Cammy with a C or Kammy with a K?"

"Foolhardy fool who foolishly fools around!" the shellie mage insulted. "Tis I, Qammy, with a Q!"

"Give me a breaq..." Gamer gave up.

"The ol' color swap technique," Asterion laughed about the classic design choice.

"Are you here to hinder us as well, Qammy?" Persica showed no fear. "Kammy disregarded Lord Shellie's orders, but it sounds like our accomplishments against Marco have already been spread by Cammy."

"Let's hope we never encounter all three at once," Gamer grumbled at the names. Samira (ಠ‿↼ )

"What a naive numbskull you are," Qammy grinned with malice. "Lord Shellie does not need you - he simply WANTS you. He NEEDS my sisters and I. We are far more important than a red flag ridden rat like you. We'll take care of Lord Shellie... and all of his desires."

"My God..." Gamer realized. "They're a coven of cougars."

"The most dangerous kind of gilf," Asterion clinched his fists.

"Hussie!" Persica's last straw was immediately broken.

"Who are you calling hussie, you harlot?!" Qammy flew down and got in Persica's face.

"Let Lord Shellie speak for himself, skank!" Persica Googled synonyms.

"Go suck an egg, you hoodlum!" Qammy held up a thesaurus.

"Hag!"

"Floozy!"

Gamer, Asterion, Minnie, and Bob stepped over to another available kiosk. Gamer asked while ignoring the catfight, "Sooo, are there waterslides here?"

"Waterslides? Stinky stupid stooge! I can help you with that!" Qammy cackled and swirled her sceptre. The orb at the end glowed. A waterspout emerged out of the sea and lashed out like a tentacle. It scared some of the shellies, but knocked most aside like a wanton child barreling through their toys. The water tentacle extended towards the kiosk center.

Gamer grabbed Minnie and jumped behind the counter, and Bob tailed them. The shellie attendant screamed and ducked. The tentacle slammed the counter, dented the wood, and splashed seawater all over the place. Asterion tried to bearhug it, but his arms went right through it. It waved its body into him. The minotaur was sent flying past a couple stalls and landed in the volleyball court. The tentacle lashed over and coiled around Persica. It ensnared and suspended her in front of Qammy.

"Why rely on transforming you or depending on braindead servants when I can just use traditional magic to destroy you? I'll be sure to tell our lord you forgot how to swim! Bahahah!" Qammy went wall-eyed as she laughed. The water tentacle covered Persica's face to suffocate her.

Minnie peeked over to try and spot Qammy, but the tentacle shifted its body to slam the counter again. The tidal wave knocked her into the wall of the kiosk.

Gamer wiped water from his face, slightly peeved. They needed a tactical maneuver. A careful strategy to turn the tides. He placed a hand on Bob's shoulder, "I needa you blow."

Bob gasped in excitement, "Really?!"

"Hell yeah, lil buddy! Ever since we met, I knew you were something special. That one day you'd live up to your full potential."

"Wow... okay! I'm ready!"

"You two, tuck in your shells," Gamer pointed at Minnie and her kin. The two shellies listened and pulled their loose body parts into their armor. Gamer plucked out the red cap Persica gave to him during the cutscene. He ingested it, and grabbed Bob around the... waist? The bomb man hooted with anticipation. Gamer grew twice his size and lifted Bob over the counter. He yelled at the water tentacle, "Swing, batter, swing!"

"It's meee!" Bob gleefully opened his arms.

The water tentacle whipped at Bob, and Qammy couldn't react in time to stop it. The moment it smacked Bob, the bomb man exploded and took out half the kiosk building. The flames and smoke billowed up and caught the hay roof on fire. Screams echoed out like dominos at the violent concussion. Minnie and the other shellie were cannoned out the backside of the building, but unscratched thanks to their armor. Gamer crawled out from the wreckage of the kiosk. He had returned to his normal size, and aside from debris and smoke, was also unscratched. He evaluated how things turned out for Qammy and her hentai magic.

The tentacle lost its semblance of life and rested as a curvy puddle line on the ground. Persica coughed up water and heaved her lungs out on the ground. Qammy laid headfirst in the sand, her legs kicking, and her broom stuck at an angle. Her sceptre laid nearby.

"Perfect, granny's defanged. Now I just gotta..." Gamer tried to stand, but a shellie ran over his back.

Bedlam broke out as the residents of the resort panicked. Shellies barreled by everybody, bobs and billies threatened to bring about the apocalypse, and the chumps barked in anger and added nothing to calming the situation down.

"Um, bro, you might wanna look wistfully to your left. On the wall," Samira sent. On a part of the building not destroyed by the detonation was a large sign. WARNING titled the sign, and prohibition symbols were in the corners. The warning itself read: Please refrain from upsetting bobs and billies. In case of an explosion, calmly panic and exit the resort. Thank you!

"Oops," Gamer sucked his lips in.

Persica pushed herself up and glanced around the chaos. Qammy and her locked eyes, and then eyeballed the sceptre. They raced to grab it, but before Persica could put her hands on it, a large object swooped down from above and snatched her up.

Minnie rushed up next to Gamer and helped him up. They followed Persica up, shocked at what nabbed the princess. A floating chariot in the shape of a rounded clown's face, flew around with a propeller underneath. A mechanical arm that extended out of the side of the hovercraft and latched onto Persica. The arm retracted back in with the princess in tow. Afterwards, a creature as large as the chariot emerged from the top.

Gamer recognized it as a shellie, but taller and wider than Asterion. What distinguished it other than its size was the spikes on its shell, horns that framed a red, slicked back mohawk, and its face more closely resembled a dragon rather than a turtle. The dude was muscular, with spiky bands wrapped around his bulging arm muscles.

"It's Lord Shellie..." Minnie stared in awe.

"The final boss finally shows up," Gamer stared at the pinata of points.

"Lord Shellie!" Qammy picked her sceptre and broom up, and then flew up next to the chariot. She huffed and puffed, and started to complain, "These mongrels arrived and started to wreck the place. Everybody is in a tizzy because of that man!"

Lord Shellie acknowledged Gamer. The iris of his draconic eyes burned like embers. Gamer greeted, "Peter Griffin giggle."

Lord Shellie's voice sounded like he gargled gravel, and he slowly glanced over at Qammy, "I heard what you said about my beloved. Something about her and swimming."

"Eh... oh, well, that was the heat of the moment! I mean, let's be honest here, she is second-class compared to you. I mean, seriously princess, get a grip. You don't belo..." Qammy was silenced as Lord Shellie snapped a hand out and choked the shellie mage. She crowed and gagged, "Less grip! Less grip!"

"Nobody. Denounces. Persica," Lord Shellie warned. He released Qammy and instructed, "Return to your sisters. We'll go over the punishment for all your failures. As for you, Gamer, I'm impressed somebody could kill that damn plumber. I've spent much coin and plenty of underlings trying to dispose of him."

"Hey, no problem. I'm a people pleaser," Gamer stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"And a homewrecker," Lord Shellie examined the damage done to the resort. "I could care less about you and any other foreigner. I have the one thing I came for. Leave now and I won't bat an eye."

"No can do," Gamer grinned. "She's my ticket to the stars. Where she goes, I go."

Persica rose up out of the chariot next to Lord Shellie. She was half the dude's size. She put her hands on his forearm, "Pookie bear, hold on. We came here to negotiate."

Lord Shellie wrapped an arm around Persica and pulled her into his side. She immediately melted into his mass with a giddy smile. Lord Shellie responded, "I need naught but you, cupcake. Once we return to the fortress and get married, nothing in this land will stop our conquest! The power of the stars will be ours! All shall kneel before King and Queen Shellie!"

"Your conquest will kill... married?!" Persica gasped. The word hit her like a memory-erasing stamp.

"Of course. With Marco out of the picture, we can finally tie the knot and I can make you mine."

"I do!" Persica tossed aside all pretense.

"She's fucking hopeless!" Gamer facepalmed.

"You're invited to the wedding, Gamer. Conquer my land, penetrate my impenetrable fortress, and meet me face-to-face again if you want to reclaim the princess," Lord Shellie's chariot began to fly away.

"Why wait?" Gamer pulled out his broom. Minnie joined him on it and they soared towards Lord Shellie.

Seeing their fast approach, Qammy pulled back her sceptre and yelled, "I'll slice you with wind!"

Lord Shellie put a hand up and smacked Qammy's glasses ajar. He leaned out of the chariot and breathed in deeply. He released his breath, along with a cone of blazing fire. He was a dragon! Gamer jerked the broom aside, and Minnie adjusted to block the flames with her shell. Though she saved Gamer, Lord Shellie's breath caught the broom's bristles on fire. It messed with the flight like a jet engine going out. Gamer and Minnie nosedived towards the sand and roughly landed.

"Better luck next time, Gamer," Lord Shellie bellowed out a villain's laugh. He maintained the laugh, and his swooned damsel, as the chariot fluttered away. Qammy trailed after her lord, sniffling.

"Oh no! He kidnapped the princess!" Minnie panicked.

"That's fine for now. At least we know she'll be safe," Gamer brushed the sand off him and checked the broom. Seared, but not broken. He helped Minnie up, "Thanks for saving me. He's so different from all the other shellies. How's he so big and stronk?"

"A balanced nutritional breakfast," Minnie figured. Gamer nodded; it made sense.

"Hey, bro, eyes up. Check the minimap," Samira warned.

Gamer checked and saw numerous enemy signals. He didn't see anything wrong, "What's up? All I see are Lord Shellie's minions."

"Incorrect, good sir. Those aren't NPCs; it's all Ohio."

"Whaaat..." Gamer's gut fell.

A mass of six signals approached from behind them. Gamer turned to confront the new threat, but dropped the H when he saw who it was. Asterion returned from the volleyball court. Accompanying him were five enthusiastic anime women fawning over the minotaur and repeating 'Ayaya!'

"Oh my god, your avatar turned out so cool! I'm like, super jealous, heheh!" a wolf bombshell with the color theme of bisexual lighting giggled.

"I think you're supposed to call it an ava-taur. Hah hah hah, ah? Get it?" a purple-haired cutie with a bandage across the bridge of her nose made a punny.

"Asterion! How do you walk around with that?! How does he walk around with that?!" a bewildered, pink-colored devil with a high-pitched latina accent asked about Asterion's groin.

"Guys, are we allowed to show him on stream? I don't think we can show him. Maybe... for just a second... ara ara," a green-haired succubus wiggled her eyebrows mischievously.

"I think the avatar came out great. Good freaking stuff," a beauty with a long mane of dark red hair and dragon horns admired. When she spoke, her voice sounded like it went through a voice changer.

"Asterion found all the hunie!" Gamer appreciated the abundance of bouncing boobaloos barely constrained by fashionable clothing. "I didn't know we were about to break out with Mambo #5."

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪ DJ Samira played a slow, jazzy version of the aforementioned song. Asterion introduced, "Gamer, meet some of my friends who helped create my custom avatar. They are known as Vtubers. The V stands for virtual, not vendetta."

"Hi, hello, how are you?" Gamer acted suave. The ladies made anime noises and waved.

"They are part of the VHolo association, which backs hundreds upon hundreds of Vtubers. They span every genre of gaming you can think of, and are followed by millions across the world. Quick introductions; ProjectMelonie, Zenplaya, Aprilcock, IronRat, and Shivervale," Asterion pointed with a hand to each Vtuber.

"ProjectMelonie, here to brighten up your day," the purple-haired girl gave an awkward salute and genuine giggle. She posed with her fists on her hips, "Don't trust me with a locked door. I... don't adult too well."

The redhead with dragon horns nodded and made Samira ( ˶°ㅁ°)!! with her introduction, "Nice to meet you, Gamer. I'm Zen, and I just downloaded your internet search history."

"Ah!" the green-haired lich squelched. "Yes, thank you, Asterion! I'm Aprilcock, or Fook to some. I hope we can have a lot of fun together!"

"It is I, Satan!" the short, latina ball of pink chirped. By far, she was the most expressive out of the five, "You can also call me IronRat, that's fine, too! Heheh!"

"Hiii, I'm Shivervale!" the wolf woman waved both her hands with a big smile. "Pleased to meetcha, Gamer! A friend of Asterion's is a friend of ours."

"Did you invite them in for some resort games?" Gamer hoped that explained the numerous blips encircling the resort area.

"I did not. It seems the invite sent out has gotten around to far more people," Asterion, like Gamer, picked up on the multiple mass of players. They checked their surroundings. The new players were peppered all around -- some approached from the forest, from the ocean, on the beach, and along rocky outcroppings. Most appeared as humans, but some wore helmets or full outfits that covered everything. A rare few were like Asterion and had custom avatars, to look like orcs, half-dragons, and aliens. By Gamer's calculations, there had to be at least one hundred players.

"By the creed of Gary's mod..." Gamer couldn't believe his eyes.

"That's a lot of butt we have to kick," Minnie used a finger and started counting out loud.

Asterion took a moment to access his player screen. He checked on the Quest tab and reevaluated Gamer's bounty. He nearly choked, "Woah! You went up to ten grand!"

"Ten big ones? Now that's more like it!" Gamer appreciated the attention. His cocksure attitude made the Vtubers giggle and cheer. The members of the council, including his father, must be done fooling around. He needed to face an entire army of money-hungry, high score stealing players.

"The rich elderly send the young hopefuls to do their dirty work. War never changes," Samira's messages dripped with disdain.

Gamer asked his sister, "You're my Navi, Samira. Got any information on the bigger threats here? I doubt all of them are big time players."

"You've got big dubs coming your way. Most of these scrubs are mid. A select few are giving that champ vibe," Samira scanned every profile. She popped up the profile picture of anybody with a high score greater than one hundred thousand. As she explained them, she did the football game play-by-play scribbles to deface their profiles.

Samira started out with a couple of elderly gentlemen. They wore casual clothes, as if they were hanging out for a day on the couch. One had a curly afro, and the other had luscious locks with a single blonde streak, "Those are the Game Gramps, Donny and Arnold. They are the oldest ???? video gamers in the world, with an entire association following just them."

"I'm not gonna screw it up!" Arnold, the one with the blonde streak, barked. He and Donny, the frizzy afro one, stood next to a boulder by the forestline.

"Oh yeah? Well then by all means..." Donny stepped aside and extended a hand for Arnold to go forward.

"Pfft, watch carefully and be amazed..." Arnold very agonizingly started to very agonizingly roll up his sleeves very agonizingly slow.

Samira brought up a Korean man with one heck of a jawline, "That's Markivider. He's one of the sigma independents, and does a slew of different content. He'll be streaming, and you can bet he'll bring the most amount of eyes on you."

"I'm being recorded," Gamer yassified himself with character customization.

"Slay, king ????"

"Hello, everybody! My name is Markivider, and welcome back..." Markivider started up his stream. A few other players ran their intro, too. Everybody wanted that clout.

"Then you got Jacksepticeye," Samira prepared the profile, but this raised alarms with Gamer.

"Jacksepticeye? Like, like THE Jacksepticeye?"

"Oh, no, not the irishman. This one's scottish," Samira opened the profile picture. It showed a bearded man standing alone on the beach. He stared forward with great intensity, with a green beret and green plaid kilt.

"How's the day, laddies? Awright, we are pure dead brilliant!" the scottish Jack signed into his own stream.

"Oh, okay, totally different person," Gamer shrugged.

The next player up was a fully armored space marine. His armor color was dark green, and he held what looked like an advanced assault rifle. His yellow visor reflected all of the environment, "That's Master Chaffe. A great FPS player, and legendary in his own right. Stiff competition, no cap."

Master Chaffe said nothing, but adjusted his legs and groin.

"Captain Vulcan?!" Asterion recognized one of the players. The man he gawked at stood before a slick, blue hover racer. He sported a classic flight suit with armor pauldrons that exemplified his flashy nature. His helmet's visor darkened his face, but somehow made his eyes glow. A rockstar grin and sickass pose drew a lot of attention to him. Asterion fanboyed, "I can't believe he's here! He's one of the greatest Grand Prix racers in the European circuit!"

"Yes!" Captain Vulcan saluted with two fingers. His words were punctual, as if he was trying to knock a person out with each syllable, "I've got power!"

"D'aw, there's something cute about an old man fan out ( ˊᵕˋ )♡" Samira sent. Gamer ignored Asterion gushing and scanned the rest of the players. Many faces with many attire, but all of them looked generic. That is until he saw two individuals farther down the beach, past a group of players who failed to stand out in military gear. A blue female lounged back on a motorcycle, her hands tucked behind her head. A black and red one glared daggers in Gamer, his hands clasped before him and chanting something to himself. It was Sonia and Shade.

"Who are they? Some kind of midnight club?" Gamer poked fun at their hair and style.

Samira brought up the speedrunners' portraits, "Scary yikes, bro. Those two are from Marathon, a renown speedrunner association. They are GOATs in the community, since they are all about high risk, high reward playstyles."

"Dude's got alotta hate in his eyes," Gamer locked in on Shade.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" a thunderous voice boomed from above. A holographic display revealed Gamer's mug, his munie bounty, and his hunie high score. The voice continued, "Now that all the contestants have entered the area, and per the request rules, we shall shortly begin the Gamer Raid. Please standby!"

"Raid?" Minnie cocked her head.

"It's an MMO term, or massively multiplayer online," Gamer had time to explain. "In raids, a large number of players target one area or boss, and work together to succeed. I guess the Game Masters weren't confident that a few individuals would be able to beat me."

"They turned you into a raid boss," Asterion smirked.

"I wouldn't blame you for switching sides. A 1:100 ratio is pretty steep," Gamer said.

Asterion replied by stepping up next to Gamer. He switched out of his speedo and buffalo look for his original skin. He secured his red sash and scarf and said, "I made a promise... and lost a gambit."

Minnie equipped her boxing shells and jumped in front of the two men, "I'm your shield! I'll never switch sides!"

Gamer grinned and readied himself for battle, "I love you, guys."

A shimmering barrier formed a dome around the players. It spread across the beach, waters, and foothills. Gamer and Asterion were quite familiar with the Out of Bounds barrier.

Minnie shivered, "Bad memories..."

Asterion quipped, "Let's not get thrown into it, then."

The countdown began. It started at ten and worked its way down. The ring of players around the trio took out items from their inventories, shouted to amp themselves up, or counted down with the announcer. When it reached zero, only half of the players ran forward. The rest stayed put.

"( ╹ -╹)? Are they lagging?" Samira asked.

"They're waiting..." Gamer noticed that none of the players who rushed forward were any of the notable ones.

Shade lowered his prayer stance and glared at Sonia, "Our prey will be swarmed by the vultures soon. If we wait too long, there won't even be any scraps left, and that half a million will be wasted!"

"You hear that, chat? Somebody doubts us. I'm just giving them - thanks for the bits, UrlBurl - I'm giving them a headstart. Makes it more thrilling," Sonia wiggled her eyebrows.

"I say we should hold back a moment," Talis suggested.

"Not really my style, Talis. I'm no pause, all play."

"All things considered, we don't want to run into any surprises or traps. Gamer avoided eternal gamenation. We can't afford a misstep."

"We must remain steadfast in the face of desolation. Sin and punishment will prosper regardless," Shade grinned.

"Live and learn, I guess," Sonia trusted her navigator and continued to interact with the chat. The chat started to mention Gamer's minotaur friend, and Sonia immediately perked up. She saw Asterion, and her pupils expanded, "Hmm, who's Gamer's hairy companion?"

"I was wondering that, too. I did a little digging," Talis said over comms. "His name is Asterion, with a rather meager high score. From the game logs, it looks like he tried to take out Gamer, but for whatever reason is teaming up with him now."

"Traitors automatically welcome the veil of death. I am the shadows cast by its hellfire. By the bite of my metal, they will know fear," Shade recited what he believed was metal as fuck. He finished by pulling out his signature magnum.

"Cool your jets, Shade," Talis warned. "Remember your training; safe routes and deathless runs earn you more points. It's not always about speed. Right, Sonia?"

Sonia's eyes were transfixed on the upcoming car crash of all the amateur players. Talis decided to leave her be, to let her focus. However, in virtuality, Sonia's eyes were taking in the masculine form of Asterion. She lustfully watched him, and in her mind she repeated, 'I need his nut. I need his nut. I need his nut..."

The collection of amateur players who fast approached were made up of ninjas, wrestlers, anime princesses, dinosaur men, cyclops, and 8-bit warriors.

"Ladies, stay back. This might get ugly!" Gamer held a hand up to bar the Vtubers. However, when he checked on them, they were playing at the shoreline.

"Vtubers are notorious for goofing off when they are around each other," Samira explained.

"Okay, well they're handled. But where is Asterion?" Gamer noticed the missing bull man.

"Atomic Clothesline!" Asterion roared. He had positioned himself behind the destroyed kiosk. His Super hit the wrecked building, and like an actual nuke, it scattershot blasted the debris across the beach. The fast pitched debris slammed into a majority of the amateur players. Most were instantly killed by the weight of a flying building, while the rest were greatly hindered.

"Yay, Asterion! Go, go, go, go!" the Vtubers cheered.

"I can't have Asterion outshine me - this is my raid battle!" Gamer shook a fist. "Come on, Minnie!"

Gamer and Minnie dashed at the crumbling debris and staggered players. Minnie dove forward and retracted into her shell. Gamer jumped on top of the shell and surfed it. They surfed through the high waves of debris on the beach. Gamer used Minnie's spear to take out lingering players. When the shell hit a wooden beam, Minnie shot out of the shell and landed in her Lil Min form. Gamer frontflipped next to her. The two worked in tandem to unleashe shell-powered uppercuts and whirling spear attacks on the league of players. Gamer hucked the polearm at a rifleman pointing a rifle at Minnie. It pierced their spine and they instantly shot, their rapid fire hitting a few other players. Asterion jumped in and command grabbed the rifleman. He spun him around by his ankles, and the player panicked and fired his weapon. The rifle tornado took out another swath of players.

"Woah! Did you see that? Holy crap!" Donny gawked. Arnold grumbled something beneath his voice as he finally started taking the first few steps towards Gamer.

"They're a balanced team," Chaffe checked his equipment strapped to his belt and hip.

"Behold, Gamer!" Shade belted, and thus caught the attention of the players who stayed back. They recognized the dark racer and anticipated something good. He regaled the field with some hardcore, edgy words, "For I am thine doom given flesh. With a thousand successes and five hundred dollars worth of perks and special day sale items, I will reign down carnage unspeakable by the tongue of mortals!"

Shade blasted forward on his snowboard towards Gamer, officially entering the fray. Some players threw up their hands or shrugged when Shade entered. To them, the game was over. Even Captain Vulcan and the livestreamers were calling it quits.

Talis laughed, "Well, so much for letting things pan out. You gonna join in, Sonia?"

Sonia stared forward speechless. Talis couldn't blame her, since Shade's actions were so irrational. Yet, her eyes remained on Asterion, and her mind remained on, 'I need his nut. I need his nut. I need his nut.'

After punching a pirate lady's shin, Minnie slid along the sand and back into her red shell, and once suited, she fired her Super. Her boxing shells jetted across the battlefield and vollied a line of players into the air. Asterion took advantage of the juggle and released the rifleman towards the line. The combo attack exploded each airborne player into digitized oblivion. Minnie grabbed up her spear and spun into more targets.

Gamer bent over and used his hands to catch Minnie's boxing shells. He used them on the remaining melee players near him. The shells helped deflect any weapon, and gave all of Gamer's attacks a walloping impact. Once he dealt a final blow to a sorcerer trying to touch him with a freezing grip, Gamer tossed the shells back at Minnie. She caught them on the end of her spear. The polearm was now a shell battering stick. She began whacking assholes and successfully cracked some skulls.

Intense, orchestral music began playing. Gamer raised an eyebrow, "Yo, why is there boss music playing? Does it belong to a player?"

The next surprise was a boss health bar and name appearing at the top of the screen. It read "Shade, Loathsome Disaster of Scrubs."

"Not just any player. The only way you can get a boss title card and music is through a loot box," Asterion informed.

"( ಠ_ಠ) looks like we have ourselves a whale!" Samira angrily sent. Gamer braced himself for a new level of pity.

"Gamer!!" a manic voice yelled. Gamer turned to its origins and saw Shade speeding right at him on his snowboard. He aimed his Desert Eagle at Gamer just a few feet away. In that moment, Shade grinned in victory and pulled the trigger, "Embrace eternity!"

"Perfect guard!" Gamer brought the back of his forearm up as the trigger was pulled. It deflected the bullet back. It punctured the hand, disarmed the speeding man, and Gamer caught the magnum. As Shade slowed down to scream at his gaping hand hole, Gamer twirled the magnum around and fired behind his shoulder. He scored a headshot on Shade, and the boss health bar at the top of the screen instantly depleted. Shade digitized.

"Yes!" Asterion cheered, proud of the perfect guard. Minnie laughed, relieved that Gamer didn't die. Samira sent ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Gamer didn't just steal Shade's Desert Eagle, he stole the rest of the player base's breath. The silence that followed blanketed the battlefield. Some were too shocked to say anything, others stifled laughter at the absurd level of disrespect. Regardless of the reaction, it became clear in that moment the threat level of Gamer.

"Incredible move! Very nice!" Captain Vulcan applauded. His bombastic reaction kicked off a louder uproar. One of Marathon's best, killed in a single counterstrike, blew up the streams and internet.

"A'ight, I'mma head out..." Arnold, who barely took a few steps towards Gamer due to his old age, turned on the spot and started shuffling towards Donny. His partner simply bellowed with laughter at his friend's reaction.

Sonia's eyes widened, and she took her helmet off. Her perversion for Asterion disappeared the moment Gamer did Shade dirty. Talis and her couldn't believe what they saw.

"You've got to be kidding me..." Sonia, as well as all the remaining players, cast their eyes up to Gamer's holographic poster in the sky. After the slew of lower tier players he took out, and now with Shade defeated, Gamer's score jumped to 812,040. The menacing aura around Gamer as he posed with the magnum gave everybody pause.

"What's wrong, guys?" Gamer grinned as he twirled the firearm on his index finger. "It's not like I have a universal infinite ammo cheat code up my sleeve..."

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ Samira sent, and a little notification popped up in the corner of Gamer's screen that said 'Infinite Ammo Activated'.

A few players tried their hand to reach Gamer before he could abuse the system. He brandished headshot kills and drew first blood. Thanks to the cheat, he never had to reload. A dozen more players were taken out.

A squad of military soldiers encroached. They equipped assault rifles and shotguns. Minnie did her thing and shielded Gamer, who took cover behind her shell. The red shell withstood the impact of a bullet barrage. Gamer relinquished his flare flower from his inventory.

"I wonder if..." Gamer speculated, but didn't give much time to it. He consumed the power up and shortly thereafter entered his fire form. The flames extended to the Desert Eagle; fire licked across its barrel and a small fire bullet icon appeared next to the sights. Gamer's eyes lit up more than the flare flower provided, "Oh ho ho! Yes, it does!"

Gamer rose up out of cover and fired the magnum at the squad. The bullets that hit set the military men ablaze. They panicked and ran about. It gave Gamer a better shot to finish the job. The remaining squad found cover by rocks, and made it impossible to hit them.

Gamer sat back down behind Minnie for cover. He glanced over and saw Asterion going toe-to-toe with two cyclops. His hands were full. Minnie saved him from wanton bullets and magic.

"Samira, I need a wallhack, please," Gamer asked his sister.

"Pfft, that's not what it's called, but I catch ya! Ready when you are!" Samira used her abilities. A strange surge overcame Gamer's body. He tilted sideways in his sitting position, but instead of hitting the sand, his upper body clipped through. He hung upside down, his lower body still contacting the ground, and peered into the grand abyss beneath the Chanterelle map. The underside of the terrain did not have proper texturing. It was see through, and allowed Gamer to spot many of the players. His vantage point gave him a clear shot at the military men's booties. He fired the flaming magnum and pegged all of them, and allowed the flames to finish them off. He spun back up, his torso clipping through the map floor again.

"Hell yeah!" Samira cheered, while Gamer thanked her.

The group's teamwork, Shade's defeat, and Gamer's cheats broke the camel's back. Players began to log out. Most were not willing to risk losing their high score or be embarrassed like Shade. The numbers diminished in seconds.

Scottish Jack spoke to his audience, "I dinnae care howfur mony points Gamer has, I'm just 'ere tae has some fun. Tae relax. Shade isnae relaxin'. He's wit' tae Lord now. I'm out!"

Markivider threw his hands up, barely containing a laugh, "Chat, I don't think that's a good idea! I'm kinda not in the mood to die today, so how about we just go someplace less deathy. Let's go see what Freddy's up to..."

Talis chimed in for Sonia, "Shade is pissed! He's going ballistic at HQ. They're trying to calm him down, but lots of people clipped the moment and are posting it all over socials. He's a living dumpster fire."

"This will be an embarrassment for all of Marathon. Good going, baka," Sonia facepalmed. Their caution proved warranted, but she liked the difficulty level. Not only did Gamer use cheats, but the dude had that dog in him. Sonia asked Talis, "Could you check his profile from before he was put in eternal gamenation? I want to know what his previous high score was, and what skills he possessed."

Talis stuck his tongue out and went to work, but couldn't bring up previous information, "Damn, I can't view a majority of his profile. They delete most of it after your sentenced. They really do wipe a person off the face of the planet..."

"Anything useful they didn't delete?"

"Let's see... I can view his bio. Wait, this can't be right. This says he achieved sixty-nine life achievements, was over nine thousand years old, and has a Master's degree in Trollonomics..." Talis sounded perplexed.

Before he could continue, a second text box appeared and read out, "No peeking! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"What the...?!" Talis freaked out. Samira summoned a gif of a big, honkin' hammer slamming down and interposed it over Talis's avatar. Samira disconnected Sonia's navigator.

Sonia didn't know what to do. She knew a hack when she saw one, but Samira ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ and then her text box left. Sonia tried to reconnect with Talis, and found out her chat glitched out. The chat feed reversed and went a hundred miles per hour.

"He's got somebody hacking for him," Sonia checked around. A few players were equally freaking out. Some had their character customization messed with, others were dropping items left and right. Sonia needed to act. She pulled out an item from her inventory; a brilliantly cut emerald gem about the size of a baseball.

The number of players dropped to just eleven. Sonia, Captain Vulcan, Master Chaffe, the five Vtubers, Asterion, and a couple more less-followed players remained. With the numbers dwindled and participation halted, the sky holograph disappeared along with the OoB dome. The raid was officially cancelled.

Asterion rejoined Gamer and Minnie, just as the shellie popped out of her shell. They were breathing heavily and a bit scuffed up, but otherwise fine. The disappearance of the OoB dome lessened Minnie's concerns, "There's far less enemies than before. Think we can take a breather?"

"Minnie, you naive slut," Gamer acted all dramatic. He flipped the magnum in many ways, for cool points, "Video gamers are a prideful bunch. We can't help but take on challenges and stake things on our skills. The raid is over, but there are still a few notable baddies left. More than likely they are contemplating on how to challenge me. To end me on their own terms."

"Like when I challenged Gamer to a fistfight," Asterion added.

"So we should keep our guard up?" Minnie readied her shell-tipped polearm.

"For now," Gamer narrowed his fiery eyes. He glanced over to the titillating Vtubers. A glowing ball that emitted fog landed in the hood of Gamer's hoodie without him knowing, "We can't let anything go over our heads."

"Uh... Gamer, there's something on you," Minnie pointed at the odd sphere.

"Something on me?" Gamer's eyes bugged. "Is it a spider? If it's a spider, I'm gonna freak. I'm gonna freak, dudes."

"It's not a spider. It's... a glowing orb?" Asterion couldn't tell from his angle. All they could see was a bit of smoke coming from the hoodie. As if the orb was burning the fabric.

"Oh, well if it isn't a spider, there's nothing to worry a..." Gamer exploded. Asterion and Minnie were blown backwards by a burst of plasma. Asterion air recovered and landed on his feet, while Minnie used her polearm's reach to hit the ground first and correct herself before landing. Gamer hadn't moved or was even hurt, but no longer had the flare flower power up. He simply expressed bewilderment with, "Oochie..."

Master Chaffe sprinted towards the group, but ran with his legs spread a little bit apart to avoid pinches. He took aim with his assault rifle. Minnie loosened her boxing shells on the spear and then flung them at Chaffe. The first shell hit the space marine, but an invisible shield protected Chaffe. The second one brought the shield down, and Chaffe stopped in place. Similar to the military men, he took cover behind a rock outcropping. He needed to recover his shields.

Captain Vulcan's blue hover racer sped towards them at lightning speeds. Minnie mini-panicked; she couldn't block it. Asterion stepped before his friends, and shimmered like metal. He brought a musclebound karate chop down on the vehicle. It rammed into him, but thanks to his I-frames, he tanked it. He slammed the stopped machine nosefirst into the ground. Sand exploded out around him and Minnie, but the cockpit shot open. A figure leapt through the air like a majestic acrobat. It was Vulcan, and he dove towards Gamer with a fist cocked back.

"Vulcan..." Captain Vulcan's hand became shrouded in molten lava. Minnie shunted over to Gamer and jumped in front of the attack. She tried to use perfect guard, but performed it too early, as Vulcan held it in place for just a bit longer. The captain's fist swung with seismic force, "... PUNCH!!"

The punch smashed into Minnie and erupted in spectacular fashion. To Minnie's dismay, it shattered her red shell. She flew back against Gamer, who was still staggered by the plasma grenade, and they tumbled to the ground. Vulcan stepped over and raised a leg straight up in the air. More volcanic power heated his heel. When he brought it down to execute the two of them, Asterion shunted in and blocked the attack with one of his horns. He caught the leg's ankle, avoiding the super hot heel.

"Can't let you do that, captain," Asterion glared at his hero.

"Hah! Show me your moves!" Vulcan grinned heroically.

A blue blur surprised everybody. It rammed into Asterion's side and knocked him clear of his feet. His ribs became crispy rice, and he hit the sand with overwhelming pain. Sonia stood in his place.

"Sorry, my man, but I have to be serious for a moment," Sonia shrugged. Her suit and helmet glowing with a neon blue. When she moved, the neon created a fading blue trail behind her. She moved at sonic speeds - far faster than what her motorcycle allowed. Her speed scattered sand and blew away any debris. Vulcan backflipped in time to avoid her zipping into him, and even he felt her G-forces. Sonia positioned herself about one hundred yards away in a second and then zeroed in on Gamer. Minnie tried to move, but her legs turned to jelly - she hadn't recovered from Vulcan's punch.

Asterion threw himself in the way. Sonia's attack rattled his body and sent him flying over the water. His ribcage and organs therein imploded. Asterion fainted as he hit the water.

"Damn!" Gamer gasped.

"Asterion!" Minnie screamed. The Vtubers did the same, all of them running into the ocean a little. They stopped when Asterion did not surface.

Sonia circled to the other side of Gamer opposite Minnie. She raised a foot to stomp his face in, and earn the eight hundred thousand points. However, a flaming knee soared towards her. She quickly dodged thanks to her speed, and stopped a few yards down the beach. A couple of rockets spiraled towards her, but she sped away. She reached the top of the kiosk building debris before they even impacted the sand. Both Vulcan and Chaffe interfered in her victory.

"Bakas! I had him!" Sonia scrunched her face.

"Not today, speedster! You'll have to try a little harder than that if you want to beat me in a race to the finish!" Vulcan struck a pose when he pointed a thumb at himself.

"On occasion, a mission can't be complete without removing obstacles," Chaffe cycled through his arsenal and switched out the rocket launcher with his assault rifle.

Gamer sat up and greeted Minnie's ass. He took a moment to going harder than wubstep on her cheeks. She gasped and asked, "Do you need healing?"

"Not now, Minnie," Gamer patted her side to move. They both got to their feet and faced the three elite players. Gamer played it chill and kept the magnum pointed forward at his hip, "Looks like we have ourselves a mexican standoff, but no mexicans. How do you folk think we should settle this embarrassment I'm about to bring onto you?"

"Confident!" Vulcan liked Gamer's attitude.

"Arrogant..." Chaffe wanted to fire, but recalled what happened to Shade.

"Cyka blyat," Sonia glared.

"Eeeegh!" Aprilcock squelched. Her voice echoed and pierced everybody's ears. All of the Vtubers were irate and making a ruckus. Verbal attacks and oddly sexual threats were spouted at the elite players. They then held up their hands to reveal glowing rings on separate fingers. The rings gravitated each member of VHolo towards one another until they met in the middle. A blinding light radiated like a newborn star. When the light faded, a gargantuan woman laid seductively on the beach. Her size equaled a cruise ship. Most of her body sank into the shore water, but her massive breasts were like beached whales. The woman's eyes and hair were reflective of all five VHolo members. Her outfit resembled something akin to a rainbow, glittering and shimmering like an entire hex color code diagram.

"You killed Asterion! He was our friend, and we don't like that kind of thing!" the giant Vtuber spoke with all five members' voices.

"They can fuse?!" Gamer gawked.

"This is so not cash money!" Samira knew what they became. "They've become Vtron, the ultimate Vtuber form!"

Vtron concentrated and strained herself. Her cleavage parted a bit more, and somehow, the breasts became a gravitational well. All the players on the beach, even the speedy Sonia, were yanked from their positions. They spiraled and became plugged into a portion of Vtron's cleavage. She breathed out, and the breasts clamped onto the players.

"Beaten by a big bodacious babe! Hah, what a day!" Vulcan started to try and wiggle free.

"How do breasts even generate a gravitational field?" Chaffe wondered, uncomfortable in the pinch.

"Everybody knows breasts are the source of all magic," Gamer stuck to what he believed. Chaffe shook his head at the absurdity.

"Remember when we first met, Gamer? My boobs also got me stuck," Minnie giggled. Half her body couldn't be seen due to the angle she landed in the cleavage.

Sonia growled and tried to free herself, but even her powered up neon form didn't help. Unable to escape, she sighed and released her power. She turned back to normal as a perfectly cut emerald emerged from her body. She used her one free hand to catch the gem before it fell and she returned it to her inventory. Gamer, who was stuck waist deep in the boobs, saw this.

"Those look useful," Gamer acted casually.

"They are my chaos gems. You couldn't handle their power; they'd tear you apart," Sonia brushed his greed off.

"Challenge accepted..."

Vtron boomed, "A raid battle was boring, anyways. Let's play party games! Oh! A co-op survival game! Maybe card games! Aaah, I pulled some super rares the other week and haven't used theeem! I wanna play a puzzle game! Oh man, party games have a bunch of these! Let's do it all!"

"Pick one, chert voz'mi!" Sonia made her ugly face again. All the other players whined in similar fashion. They were not pleased by the virtual babe's indecisiveness.

Vtron's expression darkened and became very yandere, "Ever been asphyxiated by tits before?"

The players quieted down and submitted to the Big Mama. Vtron flipped her mood, "Yay! I'm glad we agree. Now what shall we do to make things fun again? Party games? We are at a resort, after all. Oh! Maybe some water sports!"

Gamer glanced around at the other players. They seemed disgruntled by the suggestions. He noted Sonia and Vulcan's outfits. He darted his view from them, to the go-kart building, to Lord Shellie's fortress. The line of birds became clear as he threw his stone, "A race!"

His suggestion piqued interest. Gamer explained about the go-kart course used for the mountain. The more he explained, the more the light shined in their eyes. However, Chaffe had an issue with it, "Your bounty is listed as Dead only. Unless we drive through a warzone or allow weapons, a race would be pointless."

"Man, fuck my bounty!" Gamer spoke from his heart, like how he felt Vtron's flutter at his passion. "You really want to play the rich people's puppets and play by their rules? I'll take a Gamer's Gambit: all my points will be on the line, whether I live or die. That way if I live but lose the race, I drop back to zero, and then you can wait another couple of weeks as I build my score back up. I can be a farm for points, as long as you can defeat me! Hell, we can turn on weapons if we want, too. For that real demolition derby feel!"

The gambit made a statement, and intrigued all who were there. The urge to take the risk and accept a challenge ate away at everybody, including Gamer. The bloodthirsty atmosphere changed and calmed. Perhaps it was the waft of giantess boob sweat, or the determination of a man with everything to lose, but all the players present agreed.

"Yes! I love it!" Vulcan wanted to clap, but was stuck.

"This is going to piss off the Game Masters. What a thrill..." Sonia's eyes glowed with hunger.

Vtron squelched, "Ah! That's a great idea! I see why Asterion likes hanging out with you."

"What can I say? I'm a people pleaser."

Vtron plucked each player from her cleavage and set them down. The players spread out and ended the pursuit for Gamer -- a greater opportunity was on the horizon. After Sonia was expelled, Gamer was the only one left. He quickly asked, "Wait! Would you mind leaving me here for a second?"

"Oh? Most are afraid of the terrible crush force we can deliver," Vtron warned. Gamer closed one eye and began to flex. That's when Vtron felt something small but stiff wiggle deeper in her cleavage. She gawked, "Is that...?"

"Fear boner, baby!" Gamer snuggled adorably into Vtron's softness.

"Alright, but no funny business. We can't stay in this form for too long," Vtron gave the man some comfort. He did just lose his close friend.

"Seriously, bro?" Samira sent.

"I would lick her armpits!" Gamer revealed his degeneracy. (•᷄▯•᷅ )

After an hour of giantess boob cuddles, Vtron diffused into the five separate Vtubers. The other players occupied themselves at the abandoned resort. Vulcan took time to dig out his racer, which was relatively undamaged from Asterion's attack. Chaffe summoned a small, blue holographic woman to speak to. More than likely his navigator. They discussed ordering a vehicle for the race. The Vtubers went around and told everybody that the race would begin tomorrow morning, and that they would use the kart track leading up to Lord Shellie's fortress. That gave everybody time to prepare and rest.

Lord Shellie's forces were long gone after the bedlam. Gamer used the character customization options to reequip his t-shirt and jean combo. He examined the bruises and scratches sustained during the raid. That's when Minnie approached.

"I found a place I can sit on you," she offered.

"A bed?" Gamer raised an eyebrow. He recalled the magical power of such items.

"Yeah! Everybody else is taking up rooms, so we should grab ours," Minnie took Gamer by the hand. They walked over to where the beachside huts were located, just past the sports area. Nestled into the treeline were multiple, small huts. They sat on an extension of the resort's boardwalk, elevated to avoid high tide flooding.

When they walked by the first hut, Gamer spotted Sonia moving inside. Her blue hair tips tipped him off. She organized a bunch of carnival toys and prizes to spruce up the drab interior.

Gamer paused in front of the hut and raised a hand, "Yo, speedoru! Where'd you get all the knick knacks?"

Sonia came up to the open bamboo door and put her arms up on the framing. She'd zipped her suit down to her navel. All she had on underneath the race suit was a blue sports bra. She said, "Speedoru, really? These are prizes from around the resort. I beat all the games they had."

"In just an hour?!" Minnie gasped.

"I'm a speedrunner," Sonia flipped a giant coin pillow in her hands.

"I hear you're one of the best. Why don't you go back to the real world and get some sleep? Night's almost upon us," Gamer peered over at the sun. It teetered on the horizon.

"Nah, I'm a streamer. I'll be livestreaming for another four hours. Gotta feed that hype train, trade strats for tomorrow, talk to chat, so on and so on. You have some new fans. You've already caught the eye of thousands with your stunts."

"You don't say? How big is your platform?"

"I have twenty thousand followers. Marathon's presence is niche, but captures a lot of attention for all the records we set," Sonia checked her nails. She feigned being humble, "What you did to Shade hurt, but as long as I claim the prize, our association will boom."

"Shade's this guy?" Gamer took out the Desert Eagle he stole.

"Da..."

"Well, I guess I can add your gem to my collection when I'm done with you," Gamer grinned and continued on his walk. Minnie didn't catch the snarkiness and happily waved goodbye to the blue lady.

"Aho..." Sonia muttered, but smirked.

Gamer and Minnie waltzed on to find an unoccupied hut. They skipped one more hut before arriving at theirs, though on the inside Gamer heard, "Goddammit, Kris, where the hell are we?!"

Gamer and Minnie ignored the shrewd hut and entered theirs. There was little to no space in the hut, and the only furniture pieces were a wooden bed, dresser, pineapple lamp, and a bench by the window next to the door. Gamer closed the door, and saw a lever that could be lifted to lock the hut. He did so, just in case a greedy player would try and steal his high score and life. Honestly, after today, the dinky wood latch wouldn't keep any of the remaining players out. He relied on the fear of the Vtubers to keep him safe.

Minnie plopped on the bed. Its mattress looked like a stale cracker, and the sheets felt like paper cardboard. Just like an actual resort. Gamer flipped over Minnie and took the inside of the bed. His hopes were answered as his scuffs healed instantly. He laughed and sprang up into a sitting position, "Yes! So this place has checkpoint rules. Hmmm, it seems a bit heavy, though. I don't think we can pull the same trick as last time..."

"Speaking of bed, I'm going to sleep, bro. Good night!" Samira sent.

"Hold up, I wanted to ask you something," Gamer said. Samira's status remained logged in. He referred to earlier, "You were pretty bummed when you got back from the doctor's. If something is up with your condition, I'd like to know."

A bunch of elipses were sent from Samira. After a moment, Samira said, "Mom and I can't afford any more visits..."

The news hit Gamer hard. Minnie was too busy checking her bruises, and only saw him staring forward. Internally, an uneasy feeling made his arms and legs restless. He asked, "Are there any alternatives? What about the crypto market?"

"We don't have anything. It was all that you made and rigging competitions that helped us survive."

"Then it's a good thing all these players showed up. Once I win tomorrow, and then take out Lord Shellie, surely I'll be close enough to beating the Total High Score," Gamer remained optimistic.

"Yeah, I know you'll win. Don't worry about me. Focus on the race. I'll be fine with what medicine we have left," Samira tried to play things down. Gamer could see through the optics.

"I love you, sis. Good night."

"❤️ (•́ ω •̀๑) Love you, too, bro!" and then she was gone.

"Want me to still sit on you?" Minnie asked, her little turtle tail wagging in excitement. The juxtaposition between the women in his life nearly gave Gamer whiplash.

"I would love that, but we need to focus up," Gamer became serious. Samira's situation took up space in his mind. His eyes were transfixed on the horizon, seen through the window, "I know they have karts at the end of the resort, but I have no idea if they'll be a match for that Sonia girl. The speed she used today was nuts. If I could just get my hands on that gem..."

"Want me to go beat her up?"

"And get punished by Vtron? No, we have to find another way..."

"Why don't you go have sex with her? That turns everybody on your side."

"I don't think I have enough affection points with her yet. Besides, I killed one of her friends. That doesn't make for a viable approach."

"I know a guy. I just have to see if he's available," Asterion said.

"Really? That should be..." Gamer turned to Asterion, who stood at the door. Minnie and him yelped at the minotaur's reappearance. He was uninjured, but that's due to his respawn. Gamer asked, "When did you come back?!"

"Obviously just now. Damn, that blue chick moves way too fast," Asterion rubbed his ribs and neck.

"Sorry I couldn't protect you. Now your high score dropped," Minnie frowned.

"It's okay, Minnie, I'm not too worried about my high score. The fact we held up and only one of us died is a testament to our strength. Mino Martial Vow #3: Take victory where victory is given. Have pride in the work that brought it," Asterion encouraged. Like the bed on Gamer's wounds, his words lifted Minnie from her sadness.

"So, who's this guy you know?" Gamer wondered.

"It's a long story, and I don't even know if he can help. He's a bit twisted, but one helluva mechanic. Let me scope out our options at the kart place and then I'll get back to you on that," Asterion asked for patience as he faced the door. He unlocked it and began to step out. Before leaving, he asked, "Will you be here for the rest of..."

In the seconds he turned around, Gamer and Minnie were already naked, in a doggystyle position, and rocking the bed. Asterion chuckled and closed the door to give the friends some privacy. He strutted along towards the resort center. When he passed by Sonia's hut, he saw her hair through the window. He approached the open door and knocked on the outside wall.

Sonia swung around the corner like a cardboard cutout. Her race suit was completely removed. She welcomed Asterion in her sports bra and tight leggings. She was petite, fit with little muscle, and only came up to Asterion's chest. She must have been waiting for him, as she smoked from an antique pipe and bestowed him sharp bedroom eyes, "Yes, hello, hi, how are you?"

"Good evening, ma'am. I just wanted to come and show respect to the one who defeated me. My name is Asterion," Asterion greeted with a held out hand.

Sonia daintily shook his hand, "Sonia, speed queen of Marathon. My, my, so gentlemanly after defeat."

"Good sportsmanship is always warranted. There's no personal feelings worth ruining over a loss," Asterion shrugged. He picked up on something, "Sonia... that's Greek, right?"

"Is it? I didn't know that," Sonia folded her hands over one another behind her. "My dad is Russian, and wanted to call me Sophia when I was born. Mom wasn't a fan, but I liked it. So I took it on as my username, but modified it with my first initial. My real name is Natsuki."

"They're both pretty names. Your parents have good taste," Asterion nodded.

"That's kind of you to say. Would you like to come in? I picked up some delicious shish kabobs just lying out in the open. The NPCs here really do need to step up their security. Bunch of bakas," Sonia laughed. When she did, it was a teeth-out kind of laugh.

"Baka is Japanese, correct?"

"It is. Are you fluent?"

"Er... watashi wa Asterion desu... hai?"

Sonia went from a full laugh to an impressed giggle, "Kakkoii! No wonder the anime chicks dig you. I thought you were some meathead following Gamer. Yet you seem to be a worldly man who follows Gamer."

Asterion stepped into the hut so as to not be awkwardly hanging outside, "I made a promise to the man, or it's better to say I lost a gambit. His circumstances are complicated, but he has good intentions. As an honorable warrior, I will uphold my promise. Plus, I've grown to like the guy."

Sonia closed the door and leaned back against it. She contemplated his words, "Good intentions?"

"His sister is the reason he does what he does. He is a despicable cheater, but like I said, it's complicated," Asterion deflected. It wasn't his trauma to share.

"I know a thing or two about complicated. Try being the number one player in your association and having your bonehead partner go and embarrass himself in front of millions," Sonia rolled her jaw.

"Ah, the black and red guy on the snowboard. Yeah, that was pretty funny," Asterion cracked a smile. "That's why I haven't joined an association. You have to stay in your lane and play nice with unsavory folks. I don't like being limited in what I can do, or who I spend time with."

"It's not all bad," Sonia tiptoed over to the bed and chilled on the edge. "I've always loved speedrunning games. There's something... addicting about setting new times and breaking long-held records. And I'm a total speed junkie. Gamer read me well when he suggested a race."

"It's lucrative, isn't it?" Asterion imagined the points earned from each speedrun.

"Oooh yeah, big time. Only problem is, it's super risky. You fail more than you succeed. No-death runs, blind runs, one hundred percent runs, and so much more can be stacked to earn a large income. But if you fail once... well..." Sonia implied a great loss for all the effort.

"Ah, it's like gambling. You take a lot of losses, hoping you earn the payout."

"Indeed, you can see it as an active Gamer's Gambit life. It's why most speedrunners don't hold onto their score for too long. People like Shade exist, but most speedrunners aren't in it for high scores. Most just want to be recordholders or have a challenge."

"High risk, high reward. So if you're number one, what high score are you packing?" Asterion leaned on the wall.

"One point two million."

Her score nearly floored Asterion, "You're in the Million Point Club?"

"I am. See, there's benefits in being part of an association. I have connections, training, and teammates who helped me earn that score. I favor deathless runs. My speed to the top is a controlled one. It's why I'm on top," Sonia displayed her pride to the minotaur.

"In the grand scheme of things, not many players shoot for the Total High Score, since weeks of work can be lost in one mistake," Asterion saw the similarities between the fighting game and speedrun communities.

"I'm one of the weirdos who wants that wish," Sonia's eyes flashed with hope. "What better record to hold?"

"Will you be happy how you got there, though?" Asterion asked. His son came to mind.

"... for the most part," Sonia shrugged. She had more to say, but neither of them chose to press it.

Asterion kept it simple, "Well, what do you want to wish for?"

"You haven't earned enough affection points yet for me to tell you. No offense," Sonia winked.

"Oh? And how can I earn enough points for that?"

Sonia stared at him long enough for that to be her answer. She opened her stream screen and checked the chat. The emotes and hollers were immature and perverted at best. Sonia turned off chat notifications, metaphorically hanging the Do No Disturb sign. The chat exploded with excitement as Sonia refocused on an interested minotaur.

***

Talis navigated the virtual space and finally removed the malware that inadvertently appeared in his systems. He opened the comms and clicked on Sonia's name, who still had an ACTIVE status. His eyes graced Shade's avatar, and saw the word CONNECTING by his status. Talis prepared himself mentally for whatever edgy soliloquy Shade had in store.

Talis popped up before Sonia, who was laid back and propped up on her elbows. She looked haggard, her lips slightly parted and her breathing unsteady. Talis said, "Oh, boy, I tell you what. Whoever hacked my system is nasty. But I bypassed their blocks and am back in business! Oh, and just as a warning, Shade is on his way back. Prepare yourself."

Sonia barely registered what Talis said, "Yeah... okay..."

"What's going on, Sonia? You okay?"

Sonia turned her feed on for Talis, and he audibly gasped. Asterion's mouth lapped across Sonia's hairy pussy. His nose tickled the clit, and his tongue wormed all about inside her. Her legs were draped over his shoulders, and her leggings were tossed aside.

"Sonia!" Talis said with a bit of scold in his tone.

"Oyasumi, Talis," Sonia giggled, and closed his window. The brush of Asterion's muzzle across her lower quarters sent shivers up her spine. Her eyes flashed with delight, "I'm not going to lie, Asterion; I am so attracted to you. I love hairy men. Kind of a kink for a furry like me."

Asterion slurped his long tongue out of her insides, and then traced it from her gooch to her clit. He teased the clit by flicking his tongue over it. She rubbed one of his horns like it was a cock. Their liquids mixed well and wetted her bush and his beard.

"Let me see your monster..." Sonia yearned.

"You speedrun sex, too?" Asterion pulled his lips out from between her legs.

"I'm a horny hedgehog. Don't keep me waiting."

Asterion cracked a smile and stood up. He began to unbuckle his pants. Sonia wiggled in anticipation, her eyes following every motion. Asterion slowly lowered his pants, so that the reveal of his monster cock made Sonia gawk wider. When he fully unleashed it, his cock sprang up and twitched in front of her pussy.

Sonia's irises began to glow neon blue, "Ookii! And it looks like a horse's... perfect! Put it in, put it in!"

"Fair warning, since you're petite, it may not go well for you," Asterion cautioned. "I've been known to do some serious damage to people."

He offended her, "What, are you a coward? You're not leaving this hut until you fuck me. I want your nut."

"I've killed people with this weapon," Asterion tried to scare her. Big mistake; his words only intensified her anxious needs.

"Oh, yeah? That sounds hot as fuck. I wanna try!" Sonia sat all the way up and grabbed his monster. Her assertiveness in the face of danger disarmed the minotaur. She hoisted it up and buttered its tip with her tongue. It already leaked from him tasting her, and thus her tease started with a mouthful of precum. She used it to her advantage and worked the shaft, too.

"Why do I have a feeling you and Gamer would get along..." Asterion got the same energy read from both people. He then darkened his countenance, "You know, if we continue down this path, I could easily claim your high score. Six hundred thousand is a nice haul."

Asterion glared down at the little woman and squeezed a single hand around her throat. Not enough to cut air, but enough pressure to stimulate the adrenaline addict. Sonia stifled some pleasurable breathing, and her glowing eyes remained. She sexually slobbered all over his tip. She continued to pierce him with seductive eyes, "I bet you'll cum before I die."

"Is that a Gamer's Gambit?" Asterion smirked.

"Let's fucking go..." Sonia smirked.

Just then, Shade blipped after signing in. Asterion and Sonia stared at him, and he stared back at them. He erupted, "What in the Seven Hells is this?! You dare commit adultery with thine enemies?!"

Shade equipped a gnarly shotgun made from the bones of different animals. He cast it towards Asterion, but Sonia yelled, "Damare, kono yarō!"

Her words practically disarmed him, "Huh?"

"Asterion and I are about to have sex! You can't just poof in here and cock block me! Put the gun down or I'll personally make sure you get a second dose of embarrassment today!"

"Are you deranged? I will do no such thing!"

"Just so we're clear, I'm better at perfect guarding than Gamer is," Asterion glared down the barrels of the shotgun. Sonia loved his veiled threat. The minotaur then pointed a finger to the window, "Besides, you don't want to anger them a second time."

Shade turned to see two women peeking through the hut's window. It was Shivervale and IronRat. A yandere expression made sinister Shivervale's face, while IronRat remained chibi and cute. Shivervale spoke with a hint of homicide, "You wouldn't be threatening our good friend Asterion, would you?"

"I am Satan!" IronRat reminded everybody. It was unorthodoxly cute next to Shivervale's questions.

Shade's face reddened, from a plethora of emotions. He wanted to attack Asterion, murder Gamer, and level Sonia with demeaning insults. His mind numbed upon visions of ripping the Vtubers limb-from-limb. However, he lowered his weapon. This satisfied the wolf Vtuber, "Oh, good choice! Thanks! Now have fun, heheh!"

The Vtubers left them alone. Shade glared daggers at Asterion, "If I am to abstain from vengeance, then tell me what in blazes am I supposed to do?!"

"Watch," Sonia snapped her fingers and pointed to the bench.

"You must be joking..."

"Is the Speed Queen speaking too fast for you? Be good and go sit down -- before a dick slap a bitch," Asterion intimidated. Sonia sexily giggled. His words flushed more red into Shade's face, but he couldn't act out. His hands were tied. Asterion didn't mind being a bully thanks to the fifth Mino Martial Vow. The dude deserved it.

"Y-you're the... bitch..." Shade tried to retain some dignity. He followed the bull's instructions and sat at the bench. His edgelord caricature slowly broke down in the face of Asterion's toned nudity and Sonia's horny aggression.

"Damare, and enjoy the show," Sonia leaned back and splayed her legs apart. Her pussy gushed with eagerness. Asterion plopped his heavy member right onto it. She hissed, and he beat her pussy up. The plopping noises filled the night, and Shade crossed his arms and winced with each beat. He hated it.

"You sure you want to go through with this?" Asterion lined up the flared head with her small, puffy pussy lips.

Sonia glanced over at Shade. Shame, disgust, and ire mixed on his face. Exhilaration pumped her heart, her body buzzed with excitement, and her hips wiggled and writhed. She nodded at Asterion, "Break my pussy, honey."

Asterion pushed, but his cock flicked up and across Sonia's stomach. She cried out, as the head had violently scraped along her clit. Asterion tried again, and it failed to puncture. She was truly too small for him. Yet each thrust caused the blue blur to scrunch her limbs and release exotic moans.

"Gah! Irete hoshii! Gaman dekinai!" Sonia yelled. She gestured for Shade to come over, "Shade, come and hold his cock. Make sure it goes in."

"You can't be serious..." Shade tentatively stood up, but wasn't sure if he should actually participate.

Asterion barely glared back with a glint that exuded cockslapping energy. Shade pounced over and stood next to Asterion and Sonia. He groaned in agony as he put his hands on the meatiest part of Asterion, right beneath the head. He blushed at its warmth, and how it pulsed in his palms. Sonia took a deep breath, which caused both men to take a deep breath, and they worked in tandem. Asterion's head ebbed against Sonia, but with Shade stabilizing it, it spread her lips apart and into her hole. She let out a sharp cry, but followed it with laughter. Her laughs made her pussy clamp down on the cock, and tightened the gap. Thanks to the flared head, it didn't pop out.

"By the heavenly fathers... she did it..." Shade couldn't believe it. He couldn't stop watching their genitals twitch all over each other.

"Okay, scram," Sonia used a foot to shove Shade's face away.

"Go sit down," Asterion bullied. Shade slumped and dragged himself back to the bench. Asterion's rod spread Sonia wide, and they could tell her small size suffocated Asterion's girth. When he moved, her pussy sunk in or ebbed out. Sonia grunted and moaned, punching the bed with less than half the minotaur dick inside. It wasn't a lubrication problem, it was a space problem.

"Give up? Now's your last chance," Asterion grinned. Granted, her tight clamp on him drove him wild, too. If they really got into it, he'd be in big trouble.

"Vsyu nish-tyak," Sonia spoke Russian with a more guttural determination.

"Son of a..." Asterion snorted. He spread her legs apart as much as possible and jabbed forward. Whatever happened inside Sonia, her body lurched against Asterion's member. He jabbed more and more, pumping his cock farther into her. Her screams were becoming unbearable. Once he was twelve inches in, where his cock became its thickest at the base, Asterion could easily see the bulge at her stomach. It grinded up and down with the rhythm of his thrusts. Sonia placed a hand over the spot, and his cock pushed her hand up.

"You're... tearing me... apart..." Sonia cried.

"This is what you wanted," Asterion gritted his teeth. Sonia's pussy kneaded every inch of his member he could get in her. It drove him up the wall and started to dampen his mind. His head flared more, as his precum spurted out inside her.

"Hai! Hai! Hai!" Sonia fiddled with her clit as the bull rammed her pussy. A crazed expression overcame her, and Asterion lost himself in carnal corruption. She pressed into him, and he weighed into her. Asterion rearranged her guts and successfully buried fifteen inches inside her. Her insistent pleasure evolved, "Itai! Itai! Itai!"

"Jesus Christ..." Shade clasped his hands and began a prayer. The bull plowed the blue blur to a climax she'd never felt before. Shade's focus followed Asterion's huge balls smacking against the asian's ass. Shade's erection could be seen against his race suit, but neither furry paid attention to him. To his chagrin, they were giving everything to each other. They put him through torture and humiliation. Rage slipped into Shade's prayer, and the curses he bestowed on the minotaur and harlot before him were set to destroy them. To tear their lives apart. To fester despair like cancer. To consume their lives in a neverending Hell that mere mortals would fail to comprehend. Again, they paid no mind to the maidenless prick.

"Ah! Ikisou! Iku..." Sonia's eyes rolled into the back of her head. A slippery warmth enveloped their passion. It brought a special embrace that tickled Asterion's shaft and head. The hut quaked, and the bed creaked. Asterion straightened up and used just his cock to lift Sonia from the bed. He hooked his arms under her thighs and suspended her in a hanging cradle position. He drilled upwards. Their juices flicked across the floor and bed. In the new position, Asterion was able to maneuver his cock all the way out before putting it back in. Sonia hung onto him by his horns with one hand. She used the other to slap his face. The pain didn't even register with all his senses focused in his groin. Sonia cracked a very Gamer-like smile, "Cum or kill me! Do it! Yatte!"

"Atomic..." Asterion glowed with a deadly aura. Sonia and Shade gasped as the minotaur pulled all but the head out, command grabbed a single hand on Sonia's throat, and chokeslammed her into the bed while piledriving his cock all the way back in her, "... Smash!"

The bed, floor, and wall impacted outwards from the Super. He creampied Sonia, and the overflow exploded like a fountain. She and Asterion unleashed climactic roars that turned every head of the resort to their direction. Asterion's grip on Sonia's neck was maintained, and her pussy suctioned itself to his cock. He pinned her against the fractured bed, frozen in ecstasy. The generous amount of cum coated their lower halves and splattered across their chests and chins. They breathed heavily.

Sonia grinned like the maniac she was, still alive, "Got 'em! I win!"

"Shit..." Asterion released Sonia and she slipped right off his dick. She plopped onto the torn mattress, and shivered as if dropped on ice. Cum gouted out of her pussy, and it felt funky. Her legs were locked open. The pain of trying to close or move them after the fucking was too great. She used her hands to spread her pussy and gawk at the damage done by the minotaur.

"Chuvak, kru-to. I'm glad this isn't real life or I might have actually died a few minutes ago. Seriously, my actual pussy is vibrating right now," Sonia hooted.

"That's half my points gone, but whatever. It's worth it," Asterion patted her bottom. He turned to Shade to deliver some more lambasting comments. However, the wet towel of Marathon was no longer there. Asterion raised an eyebrow, "Where'd he go?"

"Away, I hope," Sonia crumbled. "We have to do this again. A race is always more than just one lap."

Asterion stood up and rubbed his sore cock, "I accept the rematch anytime, but first, me and my friends will be kicking your ass tomorrow in the race."

"I'll win then just like I won now," Sonia finally got the numbness to leave her legs. She sat up and used a cleaning tool for her avatar to remove all the cum and re-equip clothes. Asterion copied her, and minded the spots where their cum drenched the floor. She raised a hand up and Asterion helped her to her feet. She wobbled a little, shook a leg, and then said, "I'd ask you to reconsider and switch sides, but I have a feeling it won't work with a guy like you."

"A guy like me?"

"A good guy," Sonia said with conviction. A flicker of sorrow flashed across her expression, but she did well to hide it, "Tomorrow you will learn why they call me the Speed Queen. If you stand in my way, I'll run you through again."

Asterion chuckled, and respected her reservation, "You already broke my heart with that superspeed of yours. You have nothing to worry about. Oyasumi, Natsuki-chan."

Asterion walked out of the hut. Sonia liked the response, and closed the door with her own smile. Not a fake one, this time. A piece of the hut broke free from its precarious hang and clattered on the floor. Sonia examined the damage and sighed, "We need a new room."

Shade turned on his livestream. The sun cast a blanket of orange and red across the dark skies. Shade travelled along the beach in silent indignation. He chanted, and those who fed into his persona joined the livestream. They were the devil on his shoulder - half wanted him to retaliate, the other half poked fun at him.

"Armageddon is upon the wicked. For the love I feel from the Lord is the strength that hardens my will. For I am his anointed baby boy. That whomever stands before our machinations will perish within holy hellfire."

Shade's chat popped off. He attracted similar minded fans, with the occasional troll here and there. Their energy fueled his convictions.

Shade stepped before a hut and heard the sounds of coitus taking place. Gamer and Minnie vocalized their passionate night for all to hear. First Sonia and Asterion, and now the blasphemous cheater -- all were merry. It plunged Shade into hate-filled, irritated thoughts. He stepped up to the hut's door.

"Witness me, chat. With the blood red sun over paradise, my glorious condemnation will bare upon the impure. Vtuber bullshit this, can't preach damnation that; starving children is wrong only to the forsaken. I lost my empathy long ago. Gamer, your luck and life are forfeit. Cheat if you will, run if you must; judgement is upon you. My name is Shade, and I am the arbiter of your demise..." Shade cocked his shotgun and kicked the hut door in.

"Are you sure about this, Gamer? I don't think it's going to work," Minnie asked behind her, on all fours.

"I've seen people do it in some videos. I mean, dogs do it all the time -- it has to work!" Gamer answered behind him, on all fours.

Shade walked in on Gamer and Minnie, ass-to-ass. Gamer, angled over the bed, was struggling to tuck his wang behind him at the right angle to enter Minnie's hot and moist cherry pie. She was head down, ass up towards Gamer. The two struggled for another second before finally realizing a man burst into the hut. They gasped and stared up with twin o-faces.

Shade apathetically aimed the shotgun at Gamer. He hit him with a killer one-liner, "Perfect guard this!"

The shotgun blast tore Gamer's chest and stomach open, and painted the hut wall red. Shade's crazed eyes and smile equaled his sick joy. When Gamer hit the bed, he immediately recovered to full health. It ruined Shade's elation. He didn't even have time to register his biblical wrath. Gamer equipped the Desert Eagle in an outstretched hand and hit him with a killer one-liner, "Cringe."

The magnum bullet tore through Shade's skull.

***

Shade jolted back on his VR treadmill and yelled out. He slapped his headset off and dangled precariously from the wires that fed up into the ceiling. A headache etched a path down the middle of his brain, splitting it and leaving nothing but unbearable pain. Shade, a thin caucasian man with blonde frosted short hair, stared blankly at the Game Over screen on the monitors in front of his treadmill. Other players in the game room, either busy on their treadmills or hanging out, were shocked at what showed on Shade's screen.

The impact of death on his mind, the humiliation of what transpired, and the speechless people around him in the Marathon Headquarters Virtual Room compressedhShade's mind. His eyes were bloodshot, and a high pitch ringing deafened him to the environment.

Shade stared blankly forward as one of the managers called his name, "Tristan? Are you okay?"

Tristan stared blankly forward as he exited the virtual room. The mutters of his peers and stifled laughter of his haters were muffled under the thrumming rage.

He stared blankly forward as he took the elevator down to the garage and retrieved a handgun from the glove compartment in his vehicle.

He stared blankly forward as he took the elevator up to the executive floor of the Marathon headquarters. The screams of coworkers and friends were blotted out by the festering desperation.

He stared blankly forward as he pinned down the president of Marathon. Their pleads and tears fell on deaf ears.

He stared blankly forward as armed police officers squared off with him and demanded for the release of the president.

The president, a middle-aged man with a balding head, tried to negotiate a peaceful resolution, "Please, Tristan, don't do this. It's not worth it. What happened to you was..."

"What happened to me was a sign from God..." Tristan's blank stare persisted. His bloodshot eyes, and apathetic tone sent chills up the president's spine, "I have been bested by a heretical ingrate. A venomous wort. A lowlife piece of garbage whose worth can't even be weighed on a fucking floppy disk! Failing at such a crucial moment, with unrelenting piety, is nothing short of immoral. I... DIED... to a godforsaken glitch! The great Shade, master of shadows, bringer of death, God's chosen baby boy!!"

Tristan blankly stared forward as the officers repeated the release of the president.

"Tristan... you have a future if you end this madness. Jail time, at best. If you kill me, you know what that means, don't you? You will be sentenced to eternal gamenation. You'd be stooping to Gamer's level," the president played to his pride.

Tristan stared blankly forward as he executed the president. Screams of terror sounded in the distance. Tristan dropped the firearm and held his hands up, "I'm counting on it. Gamer fights with no remorse, no doubt, and no holds barred. If I am to ever match such tenacity, such delinquency, I must have nothing more to lose!!"

Tristan's insane laughter could not be silenced even as the police tackled him to the floor and restrained him. It echoed throughout the hallways and rooms of the Marathon headquarters. It overlayed with the hectic paparazzi in the parking lot. It pierced the police vehicle they tossed him into. Tristan's act of villainy rippled across the media.

A plethora of people watched from the cautionary tape barrier. A couple of armed androids in suits parted a section of the people and allowed an imposing, bald man to walk under the tape. None made a fuss, as the androids were top of the line enforcers for those who could afford them. Officers saw this and approached with raised hands, but relinquished when they saw the man's face. Squared jaw, sharp eyes, and a full, well-groomed beard. The weathered wrinkles on his forehead showed age, and his expression lacked emotion.

"Councilor Mortimer? What are you doing here, sir?" the lieutenant of the officers greeted the councilman.

Chad's attention remained on the vehicle Tristan was in. The edgelord's mental breakdown permeated. Chad wanted confirmation, "Is that the Marathon player known as Shade?"

"It is..."

"Bring him to the IGC Building. We will process him for immediate punishment."

"What? He must stand trial first..."

"I did not stutter," Chad's emotionless glare matched his harsh tone. "We are expediting his judgement. Now do as you are told, or I'll find a new lieutenant who will."

The lieutenant swallowed his words and did as the councilman requested. Chad stepped up to one of his android guards. They held up and opened a cellphone to a screenshot of Shade's final moment in his livestream; Chad's son, grinning confidently, with the Desert Eagle pointed at the camera.

Chad sneered, "Shade still has use to us yet."