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Date: March 29th, 21XX
Location: The Castle formerly known as Cammy's
High Score: 3,180,015
Top High Score: 3,333,360
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A sunny day illuminated the beautiful, blocky kingdom of Chanterelle. Persica's castle sat on the edge of a vast lake, and oversaw the newly constructed shrooman village below. New homes in the shape of mushrooms were organized haphazardly in front of the castle. Shroomans and yosauri lived in peaceful prosperity. Some worked tirelessly near the mines, and wore adorable little headlight safety helmets. A new dawn was upon Chanterelle. One where Persica ruled hand-in-hand with Lord Shellie.
Persica leisurely made her way out the front castle doors. The raging sun glinted across her majesty. She wore a pink halter top that hugged her boobs up, as well as a flowing skirt that tickled her sandaled feet. Her bangles and bracelets, as well as the beads and accessories in her dreads, rattled with each step.
"Good morning, princess!" every shrooman yelped as she passed by. A few yosauri waved, and a small number of babas spiraled out of buildings or the ground to do the same. She bowed her head elegantly at all of them, but her mind was fixated on one thing.
Persica rounded the castle grounds and started down the stoney path towards the lake. Near the entrance into the dock tunnels was Samanthus's spaceship. The shroomans brought scaffolding and springs to help Sammie's maintenance work. Persica used one scaffolding ramp to reach the hatch into the ship.
The hatch swirled open and the inner platform raised up for her. She took it down and entered the cockpit. The monitors, readings, and sounds were all but quiet upon Persica's arrival. The only noise being made was Samanthus, who sat in the captain's chair. She tapped on a handheld tablet.
When Persica lowered in, Sammie beamed at her, "Good morn, Persica. What a pleasant beginning to a day."
"Good morning, Sam. How are things coming along?" Persica stepped closer. Sammie continued to wear her battle outfit, even during downtime.
"All fueled up. Thanks to the resources from Lord Shellie's network, it was far easier this go around to prepare for my next trip. All we need to do is repurpose the lower deck to accommodate Gamer and his friends, and we can leave," Sammie laid the tablet down.
"And you?" Persica took the copilot's seat and held her hand out.
Sammie took the hand, and their fingers hooked together. The bounty hunter said, "Optimistic, but tired. I can't recall the last time I slept properly."
"You can't be pushing yourself, Sammie. Your body and spirit both need restitution. It always catches up to you."
"It's quite alright. Times like these are good recovery," Sammie brought Persica's hand up and brushed her fingers along her cheek.
"I've missed these times..." Persica opened her hand and cupped Sammie's weary face. She comforted the bounty hunter.
"Want to show me how much you've missed it?" Sammie invited. She pressed a few buttons on her control panel and disengaged the central platform.
Both women stared into each other's eyes. One reflected a liberation of self and kingdom. The other reflected resolute determination. They were very attracted to one another.
And like a blackhole in space, they gravitated their lips together. The first embrace, warm and passionate, lasted the longest. A gesture of baited absence. Sammie framed her hands across Persica's face and increased the kiss count. Their lips danced and parted with delicate passion.
Persica moved from one seat to another; she straddled Sammie and weighed her body into the bounty hunters. The two women explored their fiery adoration with cinched hands and breathy moans.
"Power armor... off... I need to... feel you..." Persica spoke between mouth muffling.
Persica stood and gave room for Sammie to remove the battle armor. However, a knock came from the hatch.
"Ignore it. We're busy," Sammie told the princess. She removed the pauldrons of her armor, which gave access to the straps of the cuirass.
Persica denied with exasperation, "No, we should answer. If it's Gamer, and he comes in on his own while we're busy, he'll do everything in his power to join us."
"But he knows I don't prefer males," Sammie noted. She followed her friend's suggestion and reengaged the platform. It raised up to the hatch.
Persica made a doubtful expression, "Trust me, he doesn't care. He's quite persistent... and persuasive."
The platform lowered and let in who knocked. Indeed it was Gamer, but he wore the exact same bikini top and skirt outfit Persica had on. He also changed his hair to match hers, but kept everything else about himself the same. As the platform lowered, he said with a New Yorker accent, "Aye, yo, it's me, the friggin' princess!"
The platform lowered all the way and he came face-to-face with a bewildered Persica. He gasped, "What are you doing here?!"
"Why are you wearing my clothes?!" Persica asked a more important question.
"I'm... feeling sexy," Gamer turned it around and hit 'em with an e-girl pose and face.
Persica gripped the bridge of her nose, but Sammie busted out laughing. Even her laugh was sexy, "How flattering."
Gamer picked up on Sammie's missing armor, the flustered princess, and the sexual tension between all of them. He figured it out, "Ah, I interrupted. My apologies."
To Persica's surprise, the crossdresser tapped on the platform and prepared to go up. It was too easy, Persica believed, "Are you seriously going to leave us alone?"
"Yeah, I was just bored, and thought I could score. But I'm not socially inept; I don't want to spoil people's fun. Not to mention I'm trying to evade child care," Gamer removed the fake dreads and pointed a thumb at the window.
Persica peered out to see a roaming band of molly mounds. Mandy popped up every so often, but due to blindness, couldn't see a thing. She and her gang continued like sharks in the water.
A genuine response, if not a bit irresponsible. Persica thanked him, but Sammie spoke up, "Actually, I don't mind making this one exception."
"Audible gasp!" Gamer and Persica gawked.
"You have done the unthinkable for Chanterelle, and made a dear friend of mine happy. I think that deserves an award."
"Oh, wow. Okay..." Persica blushed, unsure what to say. Gamer appeared lax, and calmly asked for a moment. He got the platform to raise him out of the ship. The ladies heard him scream outside 'YEEES'. When it lowered back in, he returned to a cool demeanor.
Sammie giggled, amused by Gamer and Persica, and continued doffing her armor. She pressed down on a sliding part of her armor's brassier. It disconnected all the other pieces in one fell swoop, and crumbled to the floor. Beneath the armor, Sammie wore a skin-tight, futuristic, blue bodysuit. It hugged every curve and crease like a second layer of skin. Her nipples and cameltoe were evident. The way her body curved could only be described as divine maturity. Gamer's mouth dropped open, and he mentally ate her up.
"I hope you don't mind..." Sammie blushed and reached behind her. She unzipped the bodysuit from the back. It loosened and dropped like a banana's peel. She rolled it down and heaved her finely matured breasts out. She lowered the suit to her waist, and a shiny layer of sweat covered the hot mama. She wasn't thicc like Persica, but her tits were larger and with a crafted muscle portrait. The faint sight of abs and biceps added to her attraction. She even had a few scars, what with punctured and sliced skin abrasions. She finished, "I've worked up quite a sweat..."
Gamer nosedived right into the front of her armpit. She flinched and yelped, but couldn't do much as he nuzzled in and started licking. The milf's raw scent flooded Gamer's senses.
"Woah! How enthusiastic," Sammie regained her composure. She lifted her arm up more and gave him full access to her. Gamer tickled her shaved, sweaty pit and enjoyed the salty taste. The taste of mother couldn't be beat. Her large breast kept bumping into the side of his face, and so he gave it attention too. He lapped the side, and massaged the whole thing with a hand.
Persica remained sophisticated and attended Sammie's other breast. She honed in on the nipple, and hardened it with delicate attention.
"Honeys, please, I'm supposed to be treating you. I shouldn't receive such affection," Sammie petted both their heads.
"Is mommy going to tell us what to do?" Gamer teased.
"She doesn't have kids, Gamer," Persica informed.
"Mommy! Mommy!" Gamer made himself and his voice smaller and cuter for a moment. He flailed his short arms up like a child needing attention.
Sammie nudged both chest attendees back with a coy smile. She carefully cascaded her hands from her cleavage down to the bodysuit that still clung to her hips. Sammie pulled on the fabric enough to reveal her abdominal V. They were inches from seeing heaven, but Sammie instructed them, "I'm going to reward you, but mommy wants you to take it slow, m'kay? Go ahead and undress. Feel yourselves as you watch me."
Persica rolled her eyes when Sammie said mommy, but the bounty hunter stuck her tongue out in response. The princess cracked a smile and listened. Gamer had already immediately tossed aside his skirt and panties. His rigid member saluted the milf. It twitched with excitement. Not entirely attracted to it, but intrigued by his vigor. Persica tossed her skirt aside, and then removed her panties. Sammie's eyes scanned Persica's rear end with interest, while Gamer whistled at everything. Persica playfully tossed the skirt over Gamer's head and threw her panties at Sammie.
Gamer and Persica masturbated with steady, light strokes. Sammie lined herself between them and did a little, dirty dance. She swayed her hips and shoulders, and drew their attention to her most sensual parts. Gamer splayed his fingers across his shaft, and only used his fingertips to jerk. He wanted to display its fullness to the space milf. Persica was more reserved, and kept a cupped hand over her groin. Meanwhile, her fingers dug in and out, and always brushed across the slit as she did so. They reveled in Sammie's gorgeous, nude form.
"You're both so sweet. I like what I see," Sammie stepped over to the dashboard of monitors and buttons. She planted her hands on it and stuck her ass out. It was a full moon that morning. She then bounced her booty cheeks, and the bodysuit left nothing to the imagination. They eventually started clapping together. She twerked for Gamer and Persica.
"Mmmph," Persica sounded. She played more with her body, and lifted her bandeau top to squeeze her melons. Her legs widened, and she went full piston mode with her two middle fingers. Her wet pussy made a similar smack sound to Sammie's ass claps.
"Fuck..." Gamer breathed. He leaned further back and lurched his hips forward to protrude his cock. He aimed the tip to line up with Sammie's ass. His jerks were stronger, and his balls swayed up and down. They patted his thighs with the same lewd, plap noise.
"And finally..." Sammie peeked over her shoulders and tugged her bodysuit to her ankles.
The showcase of her gorgeous butt and heckin' hips almost made Gamer and Persica go coocoo for Cocoa Puffs. However, a significantly sized scar on the back of Sammie's thigh caught Persica's attention. It was gnarly, and worse than the others, "Oh... Rosalina, what happened there?"
Sammie straightened up and ran her fingers across the scar. Gamer was far more distracted by how Sammie's buns made the perfect, plump pillow for a head to rest on. He continued beating his meat, but Persica stopped her hand aerobics due to her concern. Sammie feigned a smile, "Ah, a parting gift from Ripley. He skewered me with his tail when Goonindorf helped him escape imprisonment."
"Sammie..." Persica approached and rubbed the scar in comfort. The touch gave Sammie goosebumps.
"He did more than just wound me. Being under the control of the Biforce, Ripley then had his way with me. I was weakened and defenseless, and he was infused with rage and pent up sexual aggression," Sammie recounted. At first, she made it sound bad, but the longer she spoke, the more she blushed, "He ravaged my body with his long, dragon cock. He groped my plumpness, and slid his juicy tongue down my throat. He filled me up until I felt like I was going to explode. He slammed me into walls, pounded me against the floor, and made me his little bitch."
"Uuuh..." Gamer didn't know if he should continue jerking or not.
"Dragons really do have the best cocks," Persica seemed reminiscent. "The way they can turn a pussy into a cum fountain... ugh!"
"Girls..." Gamer piped.
"Honestly, the universe has blessed them. So ferocious, so dominating," Sammie cupped her face with a hand. Both girls fantasized about their respective antagonists railing them.
Gamer planned to interrupt with more grunts and pelvic sorcery, but Persica and Sammie started to feel each other up. Their minds were flooded with perverse thoughts, and their bodies yearned for release. They grinded their heat together, groped each other's curves, and made out. Their thoughts faded and succumbed to their carnal cravings. Gamer found a copilot chair, took his front row seat to the lesbian lovemaking, and restarted his jerks.
Sammie overpowered and brought Persica over to Gamer's chair in the midst of kissing. Persica's lips took the long hike from Sammie's tongue to her vagina. Sammie propped a foot on the chair's armrest, with her outer thigh in Gamer's face. She displayed her groin open for Persica's meandering hike. Her lips sucked on the clit and slit. She spat, rubbed the pussy lips apart, and favored the taste. Gamer peeked his view over dommy mommy's thigh.
Persica buried her mouth and tongue into the soaked pussy. Her nose rubbed the clit, and her tongue lapped the warm inside. Sammie played with her boobs, and tweaked the nipples. Gamer planted subtle kisses on her leg, which sent sensual shocks up her spine. The goosebumps returned.
Persica leaned a few inches away and breathed heavily from her juiced up, ajar mouth. She stared absently at Sammie's pussy, and a few strings of precum saliva bridged between them. Persica's chin was moist. Without a word, she grabbed Sammie's hips and pulled their lips to each other again. Sammie marinated them with a warm moan.
"Damn, that's hot," Gamer admired. He paused his jerk when his cock flared, and a large droplet of precum spilled out.
Sammie ran her fingers along Persica's hair, "This floor wouldn't be too comfortable to play on. Let's head to my bed."
Sammie led Persica and Gamer to the central platform. They took to either of her sides, their hands wrapped behind her back, and hers behind theirs. They cuddled close, and then lowered into the bottom level of Sammie's ship. It was a large room in similar shape to the cockpit. Instead of screens, controls, and seats, it was characterized by military-simple, bolted down furnishings. A full-size bed, a dining area, a lounge area with a window to the outside, and a couple of doors for storage and a bathroom.
Sammie wasted no time guiding the two over to the bed. She released Gamer and shoved Persica onto the mattress. Persica giggled with the flop, and curled her legs upwards to intentionally show off her butt.
"Pardon me, Gamer, but I'd like to finish where Persica and I were at. She was first in line, after all," Sammie maintained control in the dalliance.
"Yeah, that's fine," Gamer didn't mind waiting. He parked his caboose in a dining table chair, and prepared for the devil's tango.
"Mmm, mommy's going to take care of me," Persica teased Gamer.
"Ah! Giving in, eh?"
"I know how to have fun, too," Persica abandoned the noble brand. Sammie slid her body between Persica's legs and forced them apart. She pried her pussy open with a tongue, and used her fingers to rim the nearby landscape. A pair of fingers rubbed the clit, and another pair tag teamed with the tongue in splitting Persica open. Sammie fished through the princess's treasure.
Persica's toes curled and she mixed giggles in with moans. Sammie stayed down on Persica for quite some time. Gamer needed to slow his masturbation down, otherwise he'd be finished by the time Persica was. The princess's writhing, gasps, and stunned expressions painted the picture of a growing climax. Her playful nature evolved into faster breaths and deeper moans. Sammie swapped between mouth maneuvers to finger finagling, and vice versa. She never stayed on one trick, but her attention was only on Persica's drenched mound. The two left reality and entered a state that Gamer was sure Goonindorf would understand.
Sammie then switched to the finishing blows. She moved up and twisted Persica sideways, with one of her legs held up over the bounty hunter's shoulders. She kissed her pussy against Persica's and started to grind. The blondies scissored.
It was apparently too much for Persica. Her moans turned loud and whiny. She clutched onto the blanket, flailed a hand towards Gamer, and then gripped his leg.
"Hold it as long as you can, Persica. Don't climax yet," Sammie said with a nurturing tone. She soothed Persica by rubbing her upright leg. The princess squeezed tighter on Gamer. He liked it so much that he moved her hand onto his engorged, overstimulated cock. Her hand shifted across the shaft with each hump from Sammie.
"I'm... so close... please, Sam..." Persica started to beg.
"No, no, sweetie. Mommy's not ready for you to finish."
"Mmm, please... I need it! I want it!"
"Behave and I'll allow it. Keep being a brat and I'll have to punish you," Sammie spanked Persica. The princess cried, and grunted. The sounds they made were overwhelming. The heat in Gamer's groin had intensified too much. Sammie's skills and sexiness were out of this world.
Sammie spanked Persica a couple more times, and even slapped her clit once. Persica started to go blank, and she buried her face. She was fighting every urge to not release. Finally, as sweat beaded across their bodies and pussy juice wettened the blanket, Sammie gave permission, "Cum for mommy."
Persica brought her face out of the blanket and barked a whine. She squirted. It surprised Gamer and Sammie, but it was just a spurt. Persica rolled her hips to grind more on Sammie, and Sammie maintained her humps. As commanded, Persica jittered and her eyes rolled up as she climaxed from her friend.
Sammie eased up her humps, but gently rubbed. Persica was more haggard than a 5k runner. Gamer leaned over and asked, "You good?"
"Peachy," the princess barely answered. She feebly held a hand up, "Tag battle."
Gamer tagged in, but warned, "I don't know how long I'll last, though. I'm already glowing like the Red Light District."
Sammie shuffled off Persica, who rolled close to the bed's edge and then potatoed. Gamer slapped the princess's booty for good luck and hopped over onto the bed. Sammie undid her ponytail and it waved down her back. She positioned herself into a doggy position and said, "That's alright, dear. Do what you need to do, and show me how big and strong you are."
Tears welled up in Gamer's eyes, "So motherly! So fuckable!"
Gamer stayed on his feet as he aligned his hard pecker with Sammie's moist pucker. He glazed across her. He ice skated along the rim, and built up the tease. But Gamer wasn't the one in control; the moment it pressed against the hole, Sammie slammed her hips back. She took all of him in with one move.
"Fuck!" Gamer winced once engulfed. He could feel her squeeze, and her methodical humps pumped his whole thing. Just like with Persica, Sammie grinded Gamer into submission. He leaned back and watched his member be swallowed over and over by the milf's superb body.
"Go on, take control," Sammie gave permission. Gamer touched her bottom, gripped the sides, and glided in. He didn't go fast and hard, since he was nearly ready to burst. He went with full length thrusts, so that the space lesbian felt each inch.
A surge gave Gamer a mini-panic. His balls sent out a distress signal and he paused, "Woah, so close..."
"Mmm, don't... stop!" Sammie thrust her hips back and plunged Gamer inside. The embrace tipped Gamer over and he grunted. He fought with all his will to not cum, but some spilled out.
"Ah, damn it... I came a little," Gamer pulled out, and a bit of white was left behind. However, he successfully prevented his balls from emptying.
"Nooo, darling, you should have finished," Sammie pitied Gamer. She rubbed her glazed hole some, and straightened up. This pressed Gamer's hotdog along the crease of her buns. She put a hand back behind his head, "This isn't an endurance test or playtime with Samanthus. I want you to cum."
"I'm not used to only satisfying myself," Gamer admitted. He ignored that time he stabbed a goonette with a dildo bat.
"If you won't listen to me, then you'll be punished," Sammie gyrated her hips until Gamer's cock flopped free from her buns. She widened her thighs enough to then clamp on it. She performed a tight thighjob and bumped her booty up against Gamer.
"Oooh," Gamer melted. He laid his chin on her shoulder and gripped her sides. She sincerely smiled, and watched his bulging head peek out from between her thighs. The tip and shaft stimulated her pussy. They were both enthralled by the act.
Sammie pushed her weight back. Gamer and her fell flat on the bed, with Sammie parallel atop Gamer. She proceeded with the thighjob, and yanked that bad boy up and down. She had all the control, and Gamer couldn't pace himself. After having the fire stoked for so long, Gamer felt the incredible burst of hot cum geyser out. Sammie squeezed and hump even as Gamer covered her with thick squirts of hot liquid.
Gamer ragdolled under the milf, "Fuuuuck..."
Sammie bent back enough to lay a kiss on Gamer's cheek, "Thanks for helping Persica."
Gamer stayed limp, in every way, on the bed while the ladies got up. Persica and Sammie chit chatted about Gamer and their desire to continue. It's when Sammie revealed a drawer of sex toys under the bed that Gamer finally gained a semblance of consciousness.
"Round 2?" Sammie saw his eyes widen at the strap-on and cactus dildo she and Persica selected.
"Gamer!" a gruff female voice called from upstairs.
Sammie and Persica were surprised when the central platform raised up and brought down a new face. A tall, bodacious, dark-skinned, redhead lowered in with crossed arms and a cross expression. Flames angrily stewed in the corners of her mouth, while her plump body pressed against the spiky straps and bands along her body. This included the spiky shell she wore. Familiar, draconic horns poked cutely out of her head.
Persica recognized the black, strapless dress that the stranger wore, which came from her wardrobe. This annoyed her, "Who keeps giving people access to my clothes?"
Sammie immediately pulled a stun gun out from her bedside table and aimed it at the stranger, "I'm sorry, but who are you? Only allies of ours have access to the ship."
"Gamer, do you know..." Persica prepared to inquire, but when she looked towards Gamer, he no longer resided in the bed. Instead, a Gamer-shaped hole was made in the hull of the ship. Gamer had escaped, and Persica sighed, "Of course."
While the damage to her ship distracted Sammie, who could only ask the analytic question of how the fuck, the stranger growled, "That bastard! He slipped me one of those gender pills! I'll kick his ass!"
It dawned on Persica and Sammie, "Lord Shellie?!"
"Waaah!" Lady Shellie fell to her knees and started to cry. "My body feels weird! It's so sensitive, and I'm so damn horny! I don't know what to do!"
Lady Shellie whimpered a little longer after venting. Her mind was obviously strained by the sudden switch. She wiped the tears from her eyes and glanced up. She gasped and her tears immediately dried up. Persica and Sammie towered over her with the sex toys. Still horny themselves, they smiled with perverse intent at the feminized lord. A nervous, but curious smile spawned on Lady Shellie's reddened face.
Meanwhile, Gamer hoofed it back to the castle. He put his legacy t-shirt and jeans on midrun. Afterwards, he busted out laughing, "Welp, that worked like a charm. I was hoping he'd transform and just sex the nearest thing while I busied myself with Sammie, but oh well."
Gamer dashed through the shrooman village, purposely ignored each grating greeting, and made it to the fountain in the castle's courtyard. Here, with her turtle tits skyward, was Minnie.
"Lookin' good, Minnie," Gamer greeted.
Minnie's excitement awakened, "Oh, hi, Gamer! Fancy meeting you here, haha!"
"Any sign of Asterion or Sonia?"
"Not yet, but it can be difficult when your eyes are closed," Minnie sat on the edge of the fountain and kicked her feet.
"Aside from a hole in her ship, Sammie's ready to take us into space. A galactic adventure awaits to complete my goal!" Gamer declared.
However, Minnie didn't match his energy. She seemed forlorn, "I've been wanting to ask you about that."
"What's up?"
"After you make your wish, will we ever see you again? Will you be gone forever?" anxiety lined Minnie's words.
It was a heartfelt question, and Gamer ensured, "Trust me, after the wish is made, you'll definitely see me again. That's a promise!"
"Really?!" he successfully cheered her up. "I was so scared that you'll forget us when you're gone. You have a sister to look out for, after all."
"Pssh, yeah right. Like I'd ever forget you."
Minnie jumped for joy and hugged Gamer. Tears of happiness formed in her eyes, and Gamer felt the same coming on. However, a text box popped up in front of them, "٩(^ᗜ^ )و No cap! I doubt the Game Masters will finna trash everything once all is said and done. That'd be some wildin' skissues if they did. We gucci, bro."
Minnie looked at the text box, "What is that?"
Gamer nearly bugged out, "Woah! You can see Samira's texts?"
"Hello, Minnie! It's finally nice to make your acquaintance! I'm Gamer's big sister, the brains of the operation, cuz," Samira addressed Minnie.
"Oh! Hello!" indeed Minnie could see and read the text.
"How did you pull this off?" Gamer had to know.
"( ๑‾̀◡‾́) I used a writer's bestie; copy and paste. I took the code corruption you and Sonia generated, gave it a lil glow-up, integrated it into my programs, and BAM! i am robot <|°w°|> now everybody can see my texts," Samira explained.
"That's awesome!" Gamer was proud of his sister.
"I don't get it, but it's nice to put a box to the name. Nice to meet you, Samira!" Minnie was, just like for Gamer, the first NPC to greet her.
"(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) thank you!!" Samira felt real. Her text box turned specifically towards Gamer, "She'll make a great sister-in-law!"
"Shut it!" Gamer shoved the text box away. He thanked the digital Gods Minnie didn't understand the term. Samira's text box tilted side-to-side with ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝). Gamer asked, "Do you know if Asterion and Sonia are here yet? I know they wanted a break since Sammie was busy with the ship, but the sooner we launch, the better."
"I see they logged in twenty minutes ago," Samira checked.
"Where the hell are they, then?"
"Quest selected. Quest marker activated," Samira said with her British accent.
Above Gamer's head appeared a 3D arrow that directed him in a direction. Gamer shrugged at the easy mode and followed its point. Minnie tossed her clothes and shell on and tailed after him. The quest marker didn't take them far; into the castle, through the foyer, to the grand hall doors.
Gamer grunted, "Are they seriously chowing down the moment they log in? They better have a good reason..."
Gamer opened one of the large doors. A naked asian sat at a dining table with a nude minotaur looming over her. His monster cock bloated her mouth, throat, and its shape could be seen in her cleavage. It was like a horse facefucking a rodent. On top of that, one of her hands fisted his asshole, wrist deep. Asterion and Sonia made roaring grunts that would make the deepest pits of Hell shudder. Gamer quickly closed the door. It was a brief glimpse, but so much had been seen.
"Were they..." Gamer glanced at Minnie for confirmation.
"I think they..." Minnie's eyes were saucers, and her cheeks cherried.
Gamer reopened the door, to see Asterion and Sonia casually stepping over to them. They were fully dressed, and with no sign of copulation.
"What's up, Gamer?" Sonia tossed up a peace sign. Her outfit today saw her sporting -- she wore a v-neck shirt, long pants tucked into a shin-high boots, and a long, stylish white jacket over it all. Her leather choker squeezed her neck.
"Hey, guys, how's it been?" Asterion smiled. His outfit was a color alternate of his default outfit from when they first met. Instead of a red sash and scarf, it was patterned after a cow black and white.
Gamer and Minnie silently agreed to never mention what they saw. Gamer said, "Yo, we've been waiting for you. It's time for a space adventure, baby! FTL drives, zero gravity, and alien hotties!"
"Mmm, alien men..." Sonia started to drool.
"Does that include... tentacles? ( //>///
Asterion and Sonia reacted similarly as Minnie, but the explanation part went quicker. Asterion remained gentlemanly, and Sonia played it cool by complimenting her avatar picture.
"Technically, we already met," Samira said to Sonia.
"Oh yeah, but we were enemies at the time. It's no thanks to you that I lost to this jerk," Sonia teased.
"All's fair in love and war," Gamer and Samira ( ╹o╹)ノ\(‾̀◡‾́ ๑)
"Does this mean you see them as friends now?" Asterion noticed the blue blur's words.
Sonia didn't even seem to notice, and she turned bashful, "... maybe."
"I appreciate any and all help. We're almost at the finish line. Come on!" Gamer dashed to leave.
"I can't go while Dimitri has me as public enemy number one," Asterion said. The news stung, and Gamer was ready to grumble. Asterion gave more context, "I tried to reach out and dissuade him from bugging us, but with no luck."
"He's too stubborn to talk things out?" Gamer raised an eyebrow.
"Too prideful, more like it. Besides, he doesn't really engage with anybody in games unless it involves fighting. I don't know how else to approach him..."
"We trap him," Gamer suggested.
"We outrun him," Sonia suggested.
"We fuck him," Minnie suggested. Gamer and Sonia immediately dropped their solutions for hers.
Asterion grimaced, "No, none of that. I don't want to risk anything. Especially if it's during a critical moment. I've thought long and hard about this, and it'll be simpler to just step away. It's not that big of a deal -- a few more achievements and you'll be out of here, Gamer."
The group was dejected by the news. Gamer had to make sure of something, "You know I won't accept it if you're being coerced."
Asterion saw Gamer reading him, and cut him off, "Yeah, I know..."
"Then what's the ulterior motive?"
"A father protecting his son. From losing his high score."
Samira. ·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·. Sonia crossed her arms to signify her disapproval, but sympathized over what it was like being held back. Gamer nodded, "Alright, then I won't pressure you. I'll respect your choice."
"Thank you," Asterion bowed.
"Any issues for you?" Gamer asked Sonia.
"I'm unaffiliated, babe. And as I predicted, what we shared taking out Lord Shellie and Goonindorf helped reimburse some of what you stole. I'll leech on for now," Sonia equipped a fat, fucking grin.
"At least she's honest," Minnie laughed.
"Yeah, my favorite thing about her..." Gamer's eye twitched.
"Say, Gamer, did Sammie update her ship to be more retro?" Asterion asked, his gaze cast to the skies.
A few clouds lingered during this sunny day. Something beyond them descended ever so slightly. It was a spaceship of simple, blocky design and one solid color of green. The blocky shape of the ship made it look like it was a creature: a face with eyes, antennas, and dangling tentacles.
"What in the 8-bit Hell is that?" Gamer said, which also let everybody know that wasn't Sammie's updated ship.
The UFO spread open its tentacles as if they were pincers. This widened its underside, where a compartment extended some kind of apparatus. It looked like a conduit rod. Some kind of energy charged up at its tip, and then it fired a bolt of energy. The projectile took its sweet ass time to fall towards one of the shrooman huts.
"Friend or foe?" Minnie asked.
"Hard to say. It looks like they're dropping someone, or something, off," Gamer couldn't tell from their distance.
"It might be an abduction ray," Sonia noted its slow descent. "Aliens might be here to imprison us, and then strip us, probe us, and then impregnate us with hundreds of aliens eggs!"
Sonia grew increasingly frantic and horny, and everybody else looked at her for a hard minute. The projectile was nearly grounded.
Asterion reasoned, "What are the chances it's a weapon's beam? And this is some sort of alien attack?"
"An alien takeover with one space invader? That's stupid!" Gamer pressed X to doubt. He watched the beam nearly touchdown, "Besides, what weapon shoots a beam that sluggish? I don't see it..."
A monumental explosion domed out from where the beam contacted the ground. It vaporized buildings, and sent bodies flying everywhere. It created a shockwave with the force of a hurricane.
That confirmed it, "It's a weapon!"
The ship hovered sideways and fired slow beam upon slow beam. The meandering onslaught began.
"Does Persica have anything to fight something like that?" Asterion asked Gamer.
"Something no threat can handle... an independent girlfriend!" Gamer hopped onto his broomstick. Aside from Sammie, they didn't have many aerial solutions. He checked with his team, "Who wants to go get Persica and Sa..."
Sonia darted away after equipping her bounce accessory. She used her speed and some glitches to propel herself through the shrooman village. She narrowly avoided the extraterrestrial bombardment.
"Okay, that solves that. Minnie, since your shell makes you invincible, how about you evacuate the village? Get them in the castle," Gamer instructed.
"On it!" Minnie went without hesitation.
"Asterion?" Samira asked the minotaur. Apprehension informed what he previously mentioned.
It made Asterion curious about how serious his son was. Time for a test, "Sure, Gamer, I will gladly help you in your time of need."
A portal, like a window into a different dimension, appeared nearby. Dimitri flung out of it with a flying kick. Asterion blocked it and interposed himself in front of Gamer.
"How many times will it take, father?" Dimitri asked.
"Oh, great, another to join the Daddy Issues Club. Welcome," Gamer brandished his sarcasm.
"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) DIC"
Dimitri sneered at them, "Shut your mouth, cheater. I'm not here for you."
"Oh, thank goodness. I was a little worried that... boomshakalaka!" Gamer pulled out his magnum and fired a few shots. Dimitri perfect guarded each one. Gamer sighed, "Damn, he's as good as me. Blowjob?"
Dimitri's sneer persisted, "You're a disgusting bastard, you know that? Good luck reaching heaven as hell falls upon you!"
"Bah, I don't need luck," Gamer brushed off. He lifted from the ground and gave Asterion a salute before zipping away, "I've got friends."
Gamer headed straight for the alien spaceship. Dimitri dismissed his confidence, "Friends? He barely knows anybody, and he wants to throw around that word? So stupid! All you need in the end is yourself!"
Dimitri rushed his father as he spoke, but was jumpscared when a text box appeared in front of him with ✋????️????????️???? Asterion rushed forward, the text box disappeared, and he walloped his son in the face with a haymaker. Dimitri stumbled back, aghast at the cheapshot.
"How dare you?! Where the hell is your honor, father?!" Dimitri spat.
"It's about to go down your throat, right along with that attitude," Asterion answered, no longer concerned about his child's judgement.
Up above, Gamer jettisoned towards the spaceship. Its attacks on the shrooman village underlit the danger of the situation. When Gamer drew near, he circled the ship. It continued drifting, and didn't seem to be bothered by his presence. His rotation yielded no doors or windows for him to bust into. The 'eyes' were metal plates. The 'mouth' where the beams came out of was some sort of channeling prong that gathered energy, and didn't actually lead anywhere. As far as Gamer could tell, it was impenetrable.
"Samira, can you scan it for weaknesses?" Gamer asked.
"No luck, bro. It's all one unit. It doesn't have any cracks or crevices," Samira informed.
"Then I'll have to make my own!"
Gamer made a valiant series of attacks and counterstrikes. He weaved like a bat out of Hell, stung like a yellow jacket, and performed deadly loops like a god of war.
Down below, a few shroomans watched Gamer buzz around. It was less grandiose than he thought, because it looked more like a fly dinking against a window. Full of spirit, but in the end, it doesn't even matter. A shrooman commented, "Welp, this looks troublesome, if I do say so myself."
Another shrooman nodded, "I've already been blown away twice now. Woe is the life of a shrooman."
"Oop, here comes another one of those beams. This will be my first one."
"Hahah, I remember my first time! See you around, buddy."
The slow-ass beam exploded across the village and sent the invulnerable shroomans flying, each of them letting out an ear-wrecking squeal. Minnie zipped through the buildings and protected herself from any blasts with her blue shell. It endured, and thanks to her slide speed, she reached many denizens.
What set them back were the shroomans' itty bitty stumpy legs. They waddled in their run, and barely got anywhere. The yosauri could carry a couple and made it to the castle with ease, but the shroomans greatly outnumbered the available mounts. Minnie had to act and think fast. She recalled what Gamer did at the castle and it gave her a lightbulb idea.
Minnie entered a dash, lined up numbers of shroomans along the main street, tucked into her shell, and sped forward. Her line attack juggled all of the hapless mushroom boys into the air. She popped out of her main shell with her boxing shell equipped.
"Shell Shock!" Minnie fired her Super at the airborne shroomans. The second line attack catapulted all the juggled villagers towards the castle. Just in time to avoid a devastating alien beam. The majority of the shroomans were saved.
"Yay!" Minnie celebrated with raised hands and jumps.
A mushroom building tore up from its foundation and scattered across the main street, but without an alien beam. Instead, the cause came from Asterion flying through it. He tumbled along the ground towards Minnie. She gasped and held her arms open, "I gotcha, Asterion!"
Asterion rammed into her and both crumbled to the ground. Bruises and blood decorated Asterion, and his health bar flashed red. Dimitri stepped through the wreckage of the village, shaded by the destructive explosions happening around them.
"I hate what you've become, father. A shell of your former self," Dimitri posted up next to his father. Rage coated his countenance, but a semblance of pity warped it, "The council is paying me leagues of money to stop you and Gamer. With it, we can do so much. I can help you reopen the shop. Get tournaments going again. If, and only if, you discard that sniveling cheater and join me. Join my association and maybe, just maybe, I can fix this."
Dimitri extended a hand to help Asterion up. The father stared at the hand, and judged the offer. He sighed and rested his head on the ground, "Nah."
"Why not?!"
"You talk too much..." Asterion reached up, and Minnie answered the tag out. She vaulted over him and struck Dimitri. He got a block up in time, and jumped back for spacing. Asterion stepped up next to Minnie and grinned, "It's a tag battle, boy. Minnie's going to help me teach you the lesson."
"Zero honor, zero score, and zero skills -- you're siding with a useless computer program over your own son!" Dimitri stomped.
"Baby boy gonna cry? C'mon for the smackdown!" Minnie entered her Lil Min persona, and channeled Gamer.
Her taunt worked, and Dimitri shunted forward. He flew at them with a flying roundhouse kick, but the tag team entered I-frames to block. When Dimitri landed, Asterion grabbed Minnie by the ankles. He swung her lariat-style to hammer his son with her shell. Dimitri countered by entering I-frames. Minnie countered at the last second and command grabbed mid-swing. It caught the champ off guard, and carried him through with the lariat. Asterion shotput swung them for a moment, and then batted upwards. Minnie let go of Dimitri and lofted him in the air.
"Shit..." Dimitri spun head over heels.
"Atomic Drop!" Asterion jumped, hooked his arms under his son's legs, and plummeted to the ground with his knee situated under his tailbone.
"Shell Shock..." Minnie bulleted towards the spot where they would land. She tucked her limbs and head in, and missiled like a race-ruining blue rocket. When Asterion's Super landed and he slammed his son against his knee, Minnie plowed into his spread open legs and against his groin, "... Deluxe!"
The tag team super combo exploded greater than the alien's assault. Stars rang out of Dimitri's bugged eyes as his body sprang up and over. It crashed hard into the ground, and the champ clutched his ass and balls after the beatdown. His health bar was in the red. Oh, how he hated fighting multiple people.
"You... bastards..." Dimitri heaved.
Minnie took a fighting stance, while Asterion crossed his arms, "That was fun. Son, I'm sure you of all people know by now... I'm not the good guy. I'm the foe."
Dimitri struggled to his feet, and very well might need a day to walk straight again. He spoke through gritted teeth, "You can't beat the council! Gamer will die! Stop this while you can!"
At this point, a pair of jeans fell from the sky and slapped Dimitri in the face. He angrily tossed them to the ground, frustrated and confused. The battle group looked up to see where they came from. Gamer, surfed up on his broom, hung ten while baring ass. He said the magic words, "Cum to me!"
Anubis appeared forth from Gamer's glorious balls. The Egyptian god lunged a hand forward and unleashed a powerful blast against the alien ship. It crinkled the ship like a paper airplane. It dropped down, hit a few of its own laser beams, exploded some more, and slammed into the middle of the village. The weight itself cracked the ground and crumbled downwards into a massive sinkhole. The ship plunged into the mining depths below, along with village debris.
"He did it!" Minnie cheered.
"Holy shit-balls..." Dimitri gawked.
Asterion hadn't taken his eyes off his son, "I'm not going to side against Gamer. I believe in what he's doing. I've never been a fan of associations and the council, and all the other capitalistic mindsets the gaming industry is plagued with. For me, helping Gamer and his sister, and giving the council a fat middle finger, is the most honorable thing I can do as a video gamer."
Gamer frontflipped, put pants back on, and landed on his broomstick. Anubis faded, but when he did, the clouds above darkened in a polka dotted pattern. The dark silhouettes lowered out of the clouds and revealed dozens upon dozens of other alien spaceships.
"Mama mia..." Gamer gawked.
The spaceships all fired their slow energy beams. Even with a slow fire rate, the amount bombarded the landscape with extreme devastation.
"I told you..." Dimitri spat blood, and then logged out.
Asterion glared where he blipped out of, but now a greater threat was at hand. He glanced up at Gamer in time to see a beam shooting down above him. Asterion roared, "Gamer! Watch out!"
Taken aback by the alien invasion, Gamer barely heard his friend. Samira popped in with ????????, and Gamer saw the beam feet above him. He bailed sideways off his flying broom. The beam incinerated the broom instantly. Gamer fell, unable to fly any longer.
"Samira! Grant me God Mode!"
"I can't!!"
"Debug menu!"
"I can't!!! (ó﹏ò。)"
"The invulnerable cheat code!"
"I... oh wait, I can," Samira ( ˶°ㅁ°)!! It was good news, but it came with a caveat, "But I'll have to transform you into a shrooman."
Gamer calmed down and became serious, "... let me die."
"Brother!" Samira scolded.
Samanthus's ship flew past a couple beams and reached Gamer. It leveled with him, met his speed, and then hovered below him. He landed on the roof and clutched on. The ship decelerated near the ground where Asterion and Minnie were. Sammie's voice echoed out from the ship on a speaker, "Get in!"
Gamer scampered to the side and helped his companions up. The latch on top spiraled open, but without the platform. It allowed the trio to fall in without delay. When they landed inside, Persica, Sonia, and Lord Shellie were there to greet them. Sammie piloted the ship.
"Boy, am I glad..." Gamer moved to hug Sammie, but a dragon's fist leveled Gamer.
"Asshole!" Lord Shellie growled.
"Pookie," Persica conciliated her man, and patted his butt. It made him blush, and calmed him down.
Minnie ran up to the windows. She glanced across the land and the destruction before them. The coverage of the invasion included the castle. Shroomans flailed through the air with each bombing. Minnie cried out, "Oh no! The poor shrooman!"
"It's fine! They can't die," Gamer stood up and favored his jaw. Everybody peered out the window with Minnie.
Babas zipped about in a panic. Their incorporeal bodies phased through flying debris and the ground. Asterion pitied, "Poor babas."
"It's fine! They're already dead," Gamer fanned a hand dismissively.
Persica noted the fracturing of the ground and the numerous mollies. They were like popcorn in the onslaught. Mandy burrowed up and called out, "Gamer! Save me! Save me and the forty-six children you sired!"
Many baby mollies popped their heads out of the ground, all with Gamer's hairstyle. They all adorably called out to their daddy, before a beam from the heaven's eviscerated the lot of them.
"Oh no! The mollies!" Persica gasped.
"Huh?" Gamer purposely stared at the center of the cockpit, and turned as if he hadn't been paying attention. Everybody rolled their eyes.
The ground beneath Sammie's ship buckled up and erupted. Alarms went wild inside the cockpit and everybody tumbled about unsafely. The seatbelt sign flashed, for all the numbties in the room. Sammie fought to stabilize the ship. She flew it away and framed the sinkhole in the windshield. The depths glowed with an ethereal yellow.
"Isn't the hoard down there?" Lord Shellie asked, his sights falling onto Persica.
"Oh no..." realization came over Persica.
"Begging the question, dude," Sonia pointed out to the lord.
Lord Shellie, in a rare instance, appeared nervous, "Remember Kruel, the alligator with the golden breastplate? He used to terrorize the waters around Chanterelle, committed many acts of piracy, and tormented many denizens. They one day stole all the bananas in a legendary hoard. Beautiful, powerful, golden bananas coveted by a monkey race known as the dongy kongs. War broke out, called the War of the Hoard. After the kongs smashed the alligators ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), they found out they buried the hoard somewhere deep underground."
"Why?" Asterion asked.
"Because that's what pirates do," Lord Shellie shrugged. "Years later, gold coins began to pop up in the blocks beneath the crust. Legends have spread that the hoard, organic golden bananas, are the reason why the coins appear."
"Coins..." Persica's eyes turned gold from being hypnotized by the glow.
"And we just dumped a high-tech foreign alien power into it?" Gamer asked, with the anticipation of a punchline.
The earth churned and crackled. It ebbed up and shaped into a gargantuan face. The sinkhole opening became its mouth, and it gained eyes, ears, and the shape of a head as the earth shifted in place. A giant, enraged ape's head glared up at the spaceship.
"Andreas, the first dongy kong!" Persica and Lord Shellie gasped.
"Another one of my father's tricks. Just like what he did with Shade and Goonindorf," Gamer grumbled. Andreas' head was twice the size of the alien spacecraft.
Andreas actually spoke, with a quick yet booming voice, "Dame tu plátano!"
"And of course he speaks a different language!"
Andreas opened his mouth and breathed in. The village buildings and structures nearby were ripped from their foundations. Andreas sucked them in with high intensity. Sammie thrusted the ship backwards, but was being pulled in as well.
Gamer, assuming the doggystyle position for stability purposes, wanted vindication against the enemy designer, "Go to Hell, Herbert, you vore-loving bitch!"
After enough debris filled his mouth, Andreas chewed for a bit, and then violently spewed everything out at them.
"Hold on!" Sammie yelled.
Sammie took evasive maneuvers. The combination of regurgitated debris and slow alien beams made the maneuvers tight and precarious. She masterfully shot for gaps and got by with just a few grazes that the ship's shield could deflect. On the inside, everybody but Sammie were flung about as if in a perpetual nightmare bounce house. Samira tried to catch people, but was always flipped and spun when somebody clipped her edges. Up above, the seatbelt sign changed to read 'Click it or ticket'.
The debris died down and a clearing came where no beams threatened the ship. However, Andreas glided along the ground like a ravenous fissure. He roared and yelled like a monkey in a barrel. He started to suck in again, and with no debris to fill his mouth, it was nonstop. The vacuum power prevented the ship from escaping, and began to pull it earthbound.
"Sammie, can you use lightspeed to get us out of here? Or Chanterelle?" Persica collapsed next to her friend's chair.
"Not while he's sucking us in!" Sammie's arms and body vibrated from the force enacted on her console and steering. "Entering lightspeed will only tear us in two. We'd die!"
"We're gonna die if we don't do something!" Lord Shellie glared out at Andreas.
"We can just bail," Sonia calmly pointed out to Asterion.
"He can't," the minotaur eyed Gamer.
Beads of sweat dabbed Gamer's forehead. He digitally looked to his sister, who was powerless to help. He couldn't use Anubis without sacrificing his life, which would defeat the point of everything. He clinched his eyes shut and let his mind race to anything that might be able to save them.
Minnie stepped onto the center platform and activated it. She rose towards the roof hatch.
"Minnie?" Gamer and the others questioned.
"I'm the shield. Make sure to take care of your sister, Gamer," the shellie waved before exiting to the roof.
"Minnie, no!" Gamer's gut rolled at the resolution in her voice. A new fear awoke in him. He rushed over to Sammie and demanded, "Call it back down! Get her inside!"
Sammie didn't immediately respond, but her words also carried finality, "We all die if I do that."
Gamer growled, but his mind was now overrun with emotion. He couldn't think straight. Asterion stepped over to the raised platform and said, "I'll replace her! I can afford dying."
"We wouldn't be fast enough," Sonia somberly said as she stared out a window at Andreas. Sure enough, Minnie was already falling towards the sucking monkey. Gamer beat the glass, and his rolling gut dropped.
Minnie quickly approached the gaping maw of Andreas. It reminded her of the first time she and Gamer met when they fell to the underground. How he saved her, freed her, and helped her. It spawned a smile that dominated her face. She readied herself to repay him. When she entered the cavernous maw, she blocked and yelled, "Perfect guard!"
Minnie disappeared into Andreas's mouth. The ancient ape's eyes bulged, and it gagged as she became lodged in his throat. The suckage stopped, and freed Sammie's ship. Everybody buckled up, even though Asterion and Sonia had to force a distraught Gamer into a seat. Sammie primed the lightspeed coordinates, aimed away from the swarm of alien invaders, and punched it. Sammie's spaceship slipped into faster-than-light speeds and escaped Chanterelle's atmosphere.
The group officially made it to space.
Sammie only allowed a blink of an eye before disengaging the ship's drive and returning to normal speed. They came to a stop far away from any planets, in the empty void. The bounty hunter collapsed in a heap and let out a sigh. It was too close of a call for her.
Everybody checked in on each other, but all eyes fell on Gamer. He sat forward in his chair and clutched his forehead with a hand. The emotions that panicked his mind now seared it. It blotted out noise and blurred his world. He didn't know how long he fought to contain himself, but gentleness broke through.
"( ´・・)ノ Bro..."
Gamer raised his head. Sammie, Persica, and Lord Shellie mingled near the back of the cockpit. Sonia and Asterion were next to Gamer, but not really saying anything. Samira's text box lingered in front of him.
"You okay?" Asterion asked.
Gamer's eyes were puffy and wet, "Barely."
"She meant a lot to you, huh?" Sonia showed pity.
"Minnie was the first person to help me when I started this game. She's been with me every step of the way. And now she's gone..." Gamer's face tensed at the last part.
"Maybe she'll respawn?" the blue blur tried to stay optimistic.
"NPCs have everything reset when they respawn. Minnie will be just another shellie," Samira (っ- ‸ - ς)
"Saddened by the death of an NPC. How pathetic," a deep, fatherly voice chastised from the center of the room. The one to appear was none other than Chad Mortimer. His avatar mirrored his actual form, except he gave himself a cigar to smoke. He filled his lungs with its taste and then examined it, "The synaptic feedback is quite impressive. Video games have come a long way since VR chat rooms and rumble controllers."
"Who are you? And how'd you get on here?" Sammie pulled out her taser gun.
"Chad Mortimer!" Asterion gawked.
Gamer stood and turned, only to equip his magnum and aim it at his father. His emotions surged at the sight of him. However, as cool as a cucumber, Chad said, "Please, quit the grandstanding. We both know you're far more interested in what I have to say, rather than putting a hole in my head."
Gamer so desperately wanted to pull the trigger and shut him up. To prove him wrong. He swallowed his anger and retreated the magnum into his inventory, "Talk."
Chad maintained a lax nature, "Things have not been going our way lately. You've circumvented your sentencing, rallied the world, and threaten to embarrass the council. I'd say I'm proud of such a successful offspring, but I must uphold a modicum of respect."
"Quit the foreplay and get to the climax!" Gamer snarled.
"I'll go at my own pace," Chad leered. He tapped some cigar ash onto the ship's floor. Each action and word angered the group, and he knew it, "Did you enjoy the patched enemies? We have plenty more where that came from. Touchdown anywhere in the game, and we'll swamp you with utter destruction."
"A patch?" Gamer raised an eyebrow.
"Isn't changing the game breaking the laws?" Asterion recalled Gamer's play.
"Early access games do not follow such a rule. All we had to do was enter Chanterelle into beta testing. Patches help us create a balanced and fun experience," Chad politely smiled.
"You motherfucker," Gamer shook his head in disgust.
"Your mother, specifically," Sonia joked.
"Not now -- I mean, good one -- but not now, Sonia!"
"If you have pursuit enemies of that scale, and don't plan on relenting, why are you here?" Asterion wondered.
Chad answered, "My son is quite capable at cheating and finding workarounds. If left alone, he could very well discover a means to reach the Total High Score amidst the chaos. The chaos is just a means to an end. I am here representing the end.
"I wish to propose a Gamer's Gambit with you. We'll partake in a one-on-one game of my choice, and if you are to succeed, as part of my gamble, you will automatically exceed the Total High Score by one point. Which would grant you your wish," Chad said.
Asterion and Sonia found the offer tempting, but Gamer shook his head decisively, "No, because if you win, you'll take half my points. Then I have an even bigger uphill battle. And knowing you, you'll reinstate my bounty before I lose to take all my points away."
Chad couldn't help but grin at Gamer's perception, "A true damnation."
"You both are sneaky bastards," Sonia commented.
"Takes one to train one," Gamer admitted. He was done, though. With the loss of Minnie, and of Chanterelle, he needed a new game plan. He dismissed himself and turned away, "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll slog myself through the aliens."
"151 Kanto Street."
The address hit Gamer so hard it made him whip his head around. Asterion and Sonia didn't know what it meant, but Samira privately sent Gamer a frightened, "Brother..."
Gamer tentatively asked, "How do you know her address?"
"I'm privy to plenty of information on those closest to me. What makes you think I stopped keeping an eye on our family just because I kicked them out?" Chad tapped his cigar. He stretched his neck and said, "Bottom floor, too. A single runaway semi will do."
"Brother!"
"You bastard!" Asterion could tell now. Everybody became hostile.
"You can cheat and change the game's code all you want, but none of that will save Samira. Will you accept my Gamer's Gambit now?" Chad glared his son down.
"I never had a choice," Gamer sighed, and then nodded. It pleased his tyrannical parent, and the gambit became official. Gamer asked, "So, what's the game I'm gonna beat you at?"
"Tch, confident. I'm not a fan of video games. Too convoluted. Let's keep it simple -- a game of Tag will suffice. The minimum time for this format is 24-hours, and because I'm a heartless bastard, I'll set it at that," Chad snapped the fingers that held the cigar and it disappeared.
"Great, fantastic, whatever. I don't need much time to beat an old geezer."
"Very well... and you're it."
Chad then logged out.
A moment of silence followed, perhaps for Gamer's future funeral.
Sonia was the first to explode, "Why didn't you rush him, baka?!"
"Aaah! I didn't think he'd pull that shit!" Gamer met her volume.
Asterion and Persica shook their heads in disappointment. It was already a dire situation, and now it turned impossible. Sammie was the first to notice a change, "You have a new aesthetic, Gamer."
She pointed out a green gem floating over Gamer's head. It hovered and glowed, and when Gamer tried to touch it, his hand went right through. It was merely a hologram; an indicator of who was it.
"Tag!" Gamer high-fived Sonia's buttcheek. It jiggled, but the green gem remained on him. He snapped his fingers, "Damn, I hoped that would work."
"The game is between you and your dad. It makes sense you can't tag us," Sonia rubbed her butt. She wanted more.
"Flapjack titties! I can't do anything! I can't reach my father at all!" Gamer flopped backwards onto his chair. He very much doubted he could lure his father back online.
"Sammie?" Persica sought her friend's aid.
"I can take us to space, but I can't take us out of this universe," Sammie lowered her head, saddened.
"For all intents and purposes, we can't do anything," Lord Shellie referred to the NPCs.
Gamer lost, "I'm sorry, Samira..."
What do you do when all roads lead to ruin?
Samira responded, "( ) hmm? Oh, sry, I was deadass distracted looking something up."
"Why don't you seem worried?" Gamer asked.
"I might have a way we can do this," Samira texted for all to see. "Nobody picks on my little brother without my permission, that includes pops. FYI, I'll need Asterion and Sonia's help to make it work."
Gamer raised his head, "Does it involve making a copy of his metadata, clone him, and then kick him in the nards?"
"No... but close (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ no sweat, bro, I can PATCH this up..."
***
The International Gaming Council Headquarters in scope could be compared to a football arena. Its rounded, sleek architecture, prism display panels, and fuckton of high quality materials made it a state-of-the-art wonder. In this world, at this time, it is the seat of power for gaming dreams and legislation.
The world watched with excitement, anxiety, and curiosity. Online outlets blew up when word of Councilor Mortimer's gambit with Gamer came to light. Reposts, opinions, and reactions flooded the streams.
A large crowd gathered before the front steps of the IGC HQ. A majority protested against Chad's underhanded tactics. Others were there to incite hostility or chaos. A few, either chilling at nearby establishments or watching along on broadcast news networks, silently observed. The types of people varied from your Joe Schmoe, to casual and hardcore gamers, to even cosplayers and furries. One furry, a young man wearing orange fox ears and sporting two tails on his backside, watched the broadcast screens carefully.
News channels melded with the crowd and covered the event from afar. A helicopter team took to the skies and gave a bird's-eye view of the headquarters and crowd.
The field reporter in the helicopter adjusted his headset and prepared to speak. They were coming back from commercial break, and after the countdown beeps, he heard the studio newscasters welcoming everybody back. They then professionally hot potatoed to the reporter for an update. The reporter smiled and started, "Thanks, Cathy! As you can see, more people have gathered in front of the IGC building. Due to the volume, the police have set up a perimeter.
"Hologram tape is up, and the IGC have deployed mobile enforcement units, AKA artificial police. The robots are armed with LRAD shotguns, which project high-intensity sound waves that disorient or even harm those shot. They wish to remain non-lethal, especially since this is a peaceful gathering with no obstructions. So far."
The newscasters went on to inform the globe about having a person on the inside. They were fortunate enough to be granted an in-person meeting with Chad Mortimer himself. Inside the building, tucked near the back with the rest of the CEO-mindset lobbies, was Chad's private suite. He sat in his office, complete with a mahogany desk, whiskey and cigar bar, a leatherbound chair, and a wonderful four-screen computer display. The whole place smelled like cashmere and money. Chad's two robotic guards stayed by his side, and the reporter and cameraman sat in one of the corners in lounge chairs. Chad showed no sign of worry, while the reporter touched up her makeup.
"We really appreciate your allowance," the reporter said while chewing gum. "You are very well composed, considering the gravity of this gambit."
Chad tilted a glass of whiskey and stared at the disruption of ice, "The only reason you are here is to document the moment Gamer loses and I win. Until then, remain quiet. I must stay alert."
Though his words were as cold as ice cubes, his aura made the reporter blush harder than alcohol could. The cameraman envied the man.
Outside, a problem spurred up near the perimeter. A rowdy, seemingly drunken, man yelled at the robot units. He tempted fate and got too close to a unit, disregarding warnings from the robots and crowd alike. This warranted the robot to fire its shotgun. The blast of sound debilitated the rioter, and caused many nearby to panic away. As the person fell over in pain and clutched their ears, another stepped out of the crowd.
The man dressed to impress. He wore a long, stylized coat over a white button up, pressed pants, and polished dress shoes. He walked with age, supported by a thunderbolt cane, and squinted with wrinkled eyes. His facial hair and afro were greyed, but groomed. A golden, Greek-designed comb stuck out of the afro.
"Please stand back! Unauthorized personnel will be apprehended," a robot police warned the dressed man. The one who was shot was detained and carried away by the human police.
"All's well for me, then. Authorized and approved," the dressed man flashed a pass document. It was a gamer's license, "Elroy Jenkins. I'm here to meet my son, Dimitri Jenkins."
"Welcome, Mr. Jenkins. Please proceed," the robot police stepped aside.
Elroy thanked the unit and made his way up the many steps and through the rotating doors of the headquarters.
The front lobby stretched up and across like an auditorium. Ads and trailers for video game related products and merchandise laced the walls and screens throughout. The mix of businesspeople and casual wear players, and all the styles of their cultures, truly brought out the international part of the headquarters.
Elroy maneuvered to the front desk, where two employees lingered on a news report of Gamer versus Chad on their computer's monitor.
"I wish they would tell us more about the Gamer's Gambit," one receptionist with short brown hair, caucasian, and LED pupils said.
"Who cares?" his cohort showed disinterest. "Councilor Mortimer played the cheater like a fiddle. He deserves what comes to him."
"It's been interesting, that's for sure," the first appeared to have wanderlust.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. I'm here to meet Dimitri Jenkins. Which floor might I find him," Elroy asked.
"What's your business with him today, sir?" the apathetic receptionist formally asked while sliding a sign-in sheet towards Elroy.
"Family business," Elroy kept it simple.
Upon his signage, the receptionist took the paper and saw the relation. Elroy gave proof via his license, and the receptionist directed. He pointed at the nearby elevators, "Take the lift to the third flood, hang left, and you'll see the Paragon offices down the first hall. They'll hook you up."
"Many thanks," Elroy bowed slightly. He strolled over, called the lift, and ventured up to the third floor.
The wanderlust receptionist peeked at the name on the sign-in sheet, and his eyes bugged, "Yo, that's Dimitri's father!"
"So?" his cohort shrugged.
"He's the minotaur guy helping Gamer. He's Asterion!" this made both receptionists gawk at the news monitor. "I wonder why he's meeting with his son..."
"Probably trying to pull strings to get Mr. Mortimer to relent," his cohort speculated.
The elevator opened to the third floor, and Elroy found that even the office workers were transfixed on the unfolding of Chad's gambit. Gamer didn't have much time left; only a couple hours left on the clock. Traffic clogged the aeroways, and he regretted not taking the highways. Regardless, he had one goal in mind.
He entered the Paragon office front. The female receptionist took one glance at him and gasped. Her alert caught the attention of those standing nearby. One turned, and was a dead ringer for Elroy's son.
Dimitri, in his advertisement laden esports shirt and shorts, sneered, "What are YOU doing here?"
"To talk with you," Elroy said. The tension between them bowed out so much that Dimitri's coworkers and friends gave the Jenkins family extra space. A couple phones came out and started to record.
"We have nothing to speak about," Dimitri crossed his arms. He paced in front of his dad, "You had your chance to grovel, to negotiate... and surprise, surprise, when Councilor Mortimer corners you guys, suddenly you want to talk. Give me a fuckin' break."
Elroy stayed quiet. The verbal lambast continued right in his face, "Admit you were wrong for what you did. Admit that I was right. In front of everybody, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll forgive your old ass and..."
Elroy decked Dimitri in the face. It toppled him over and drew out gasps from the crowd. Dimitri clutched his aching jaw.
"Is this what the best looks like?" Asterion antagonized.
Dimitri snapped to attention, and for a blink, he saw the phantom that was the mountain of muscles. He focused and the minotaur avatar faded to Elroy; they shared the same, dark eyes.
Per usual, family affairs were the cornerstone of the fighting genre. There was really only one way to 'talk' in those situations. Dimitri raised up, readied his fists, and lunged at his disapproving father.
Down in the lobby, at the reception desk, an alert sounded on employee and guard radios, "We need help on the third floor! We have an altercation taking place. Send officers!"
The guards in the lobby rushed to the elevator and crammed in. The wanderlust reception turned to his cohort, mortified, "You don't think Elroy..."
"Oh, man..." his cohort grumbled.
The front doors rotated quickly, and something larger than normal human dimensions stepped through. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a slightly chubby woman wearing a furry head, paws, and feet. The colorful quills crowned her blue furred head, and the eyes were animated and expressive. Her human get up was a striped tank top and jeans. Keychains dangled numerous game characters at her side, and of course, a fake fur tail dangled from her backside.
"Yatta! Are wa tanoshikattadesu!" the furry spoke way too loud and was as physically animated as her eyes.
The wanderlust receptionist raised an eyebrow, "Is that a f..."
"Dear God!" his cohort reacted. He slid a hidden drawer open below their desk, which revealed a big red button. A plaque beneath read 'In case of furries'. He slapped that shit.
A building wide alarm blared. Lights flashed around the exits, and the advertisement boards went blank. A message went out across the radios, "We need immediate reinforcements at the lobby! I repeat, reinforcements are needed!"
"How did you get past the police units?" the wanderlust reception asked the furry.
"Eh? Me? Buddy, do I look like I'd get caught by those slow tin cans? Please, I barely stand out!" Natsuki waved dismissively.
"Furries are banned from this premises! You can't be here!"
The more panicked receptionist glanced at all the freaked out attendees in the lobby. None were enforcement officers. They were all busy dealing with Elroy and Dimitri.
"Right, the Bite of '87 incident. You guys really have it... ruff trying to keep us in line," Natsukk feigned caution. She skipped her way towards the receptionist desk. The two greeters backed up against the wall. Natsuki pressed her bodacious body against the desktop, "I just wanted to bring my pack to see how all this Gamer stuff unravels. They were so excited to come."
"Pack?" the receptionists parroted with ample fear.
The rotating doors spun like an airplane propeller, and an entire league of furries began to pour into the lobby. They cheered, laughed, howled, and yipped with energetic happiness.
The panicked receptionist screamed, "How did all of you get past the robots?!"
Outside, the world watched with supreme confusion. A large number of furries stormed into the building with no harassment from the robot units. It's as if they weren't even seen.
Down by one of the building corners, the orange fox furry with two tails received a text message. He flipped it open and read what was sent from the anonymous number, "So Talis ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) did it work?"
"You bet it did, and with flying colors," Talis flicked his attention about. "You really are great at hacking! To bypass their security systems and register pets as non-threats is flat out cruel. I see why Gamer's gotten so far."
"No cap, it's all thanks to your proxies. I am so glad Sonia called you in," Samira texted.
"She deserved better than how Mr. Sagan treated her. After so many years of dedication, I'm happy to help you guys give the bigwigs the middle finger."
"ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ Awesome! Now all we need is the finishing touch, and the rest is all literally uphill from here!"
"Well, trust me, I doubted everything when Sonia told me the plan. But if there's anybody who can climb that hill, it's her!" Talis propped up his ex-Marathon runner.
Inside the front lobby, the furries enjoyed the impromptu convention. They partied, they yipped, they yiffed, and nobody could stop them. The receptionists remained behind their desk, and quivered as Natsuki and a couple of her friends approached.
"I have to... to stop them!" the wanderlust receptionist declared. He vaulted over the desk.
"No, Roger, don't be a hero, you fool!" his cohort cried out.
Roger faced the wall of fur, adorable eyes, and twitchy tails. Some were fully enclosed in a fursuit, others were werefurs like Natsuki, and the rest wore the bare minimum animal parts, similar to Talis.
One of Natsuki's friends, a green and black dog, spoke with a raspy, bassy male voice, "We have a challenger. Gonna give him props for bravery. Good on ya, man!"
"Hoho! Look at that strut! Those shoulders! Them eyes! Totemo kakkoii!" Natsuki's eyes flashed with exhilaration.
"Ah! He's real cute!" Natsuki's second friend, a wolf with a rainbow mohawk and high-pitched girly voice, cooed. She adored Roger.
The compliments strong-armed Roger into hesitation. Something awoke in him. He clutched his chest and the pressure therein, "Wh... what's going on? Their words are so... sweet. So kind. What are these feelings?"
"No! Don't get near them!" his cohort reached out.
The furries descended upon Roger with a kangaroo kigurumi. After they were done, Roger sprang up in the onesie. He found a new him, gave double peace signs, and pitched his vocals to the cutest degree, "Uwu!"
"Roger!" the furries claimed another.
Roger and Natsuki's friends chased away the remaining receptionist. While busy with that, Natsuki leaned over the desk and checked the computer. Her tail wagged when she found an open universal port. She took a uni drive from her pants pocket and inserted it in.
She flipped over and lounged on the desk's edge. She turned her phone camera to herself and addressed the livestream. A second frame showed a POV from where Natsuki's furry eyes were.
"Alright, alright! Mission complete and over ten thousand witnesses! It's all you, Samira!" Natsuki laughed.
In a sequestered basement, blanketed by darkness and monitor screen lighting, Gamer's big sister typed away. Her oversized shirt hung off one shoulder. She sat with her legs crossed and her back fully hunched. The darkness kept most of her hidden, but her large glasses reflected the screen's light. Even before Natsuki addressed the stream, Samira began linking into the headquarter's internet network. After a few hurdles and firewalls, Samira was in.
When a command window popped up, she giggled evilly. She joyously entered, "Initiate bio_shock. exe."
Natsuki heard sparks coming from the reception computer. She hopped away and readied for one helluva show. However, the elevator doors opened and a few officers came out. The furries scrambled for the exits. When the officers passed by the reception desk, the computer discharged and spooked them. All the lights of the building flickered. The advertisement boards displayed a shit-eating grin on the lower half of a man's face.
Samira (๑•̀ ᴗ•́)૭ "The network connection is secure. Now, if you would kindly... finish this!"
Gamer said, "Press start."
A eurobeat remix of Holding Out For a Hero blasted out of the speakers throughout the IGC HQ. The spark of life discharged again, and Gamer fired from the computer port using wifi signals, and digitally bounced to the next computer. Each bounce unleashed a wave of static that surprised and awed. Employees, players, and visitors were met by a storm of rebellion as Gamer bolted through the facility.
Outside, the world was astonished by Natsuki's stream, which quickly picked up views during the furry raid. After Gamer started bouncing, that's when the attention went to the helicopter feed.
The reporter and crew panned out to show the path Gamer took across the building. The bursts of light and electricity made it evident. Some were so violent that it popped the glass ceiling panels.
"As you can see, something is causing total chaos in the IGC HQ. People are stunned, and from what we can tell... hold on. Look!" the helicopter reporter directed attention to the broken panes. After a good number were broken, it became obvious that words were being written out.
The crowd erupted once it became clear who it was. Confetti and balloons gathered in the wind, energetic dancing and celebration animated onlookers, and Chad witnessed the assault on his computer screen. He leaned forward, boggled, and without any concern about the reporter and cameraman recording his reactions.
"That bastard..." Chad crushed his whiskey glass in a tightening grip.
Gamer spelled out, 'FUCK YOU HERBERT'.
On the third floor, a multitude of officers pinned Elroy against a wall, and a handful shoved Dimitri in a corner. Father and son were bruised up, but still wearing to go. An electrical discharge blew out a printer in a room nearby, and it gave the brouhaha a pause. They saw what the news broadcasted, and Gamer was mentioned.
When Elroy smirked at the message, Dimitri took glaring note, "What's going on?"
"We're giving the middle finger," Elroy relaxed against the officers. Natsuki succeeded, and thus his job was done, too.
Gamer zipped and ponged through the building towards his father's suite. Chad heard the discharges closing in on his office. He grimaced, and took to moving the computer mouse. He navigated to the internet connection and disconnected. An X interposed over the bars in the corner of the screen, and locked Gamer out from reaching him. Chad grinned and waited for the abrupt end of discharges. The last one went off next door in another suite.
The reporter reported, "It appears Gamer has been stopped. We still have no clue how he is operating outside the game, but Councilor Mortimer has prevented him from reaching this office."
Chad's eyes widened at the news, "Don't tell me... how are you broadcasting?"
"The internet, of course," the reporter happily answered. Chad jumped out of his chair and shoved his robot guard aside. It was too late; the discharge followed immediately. It knocked the reporter backwards on the couch, and nearly knocked over the cameraman. The sparks reached out towards Chad, and he saw the visage of his son outlined in the digital energy.
"Game over!" Gamer said, bending the real world the same way he bent the digital one.
The tip of the spark tagged Chad. It shocked his system and he tumbled to the ground, unconscious. The electricity dissipated, and Gamer was no longer there. The cameraman caught everything. Across the world, on everybody's screens, the words DEMIGOD SLAIN appeared near the top.
***
The police and paramedics deescalated the IGC HQ over the next hour. Chad Mortimer was taken in an ambulance to an ocean of bows and jeers. Another medical team saw to Elroy. He sustained superfluous bruises and scrapes. Officers remained nearby to keep him detained. Soon after being touched up, two more police officers brought a caught Natsuki over.
"'Sup!" Natsuki greeted. She stumbled next to him on the edge of the ambulance. The officers had handcuffed her, just as they did with him.
"Are you okay?" Elroy asked.
"Rosey, khotya vy!" Natsuki snapped at the police. They were unfazed, and she snorted. She lounged up against the ambulance, "They snagged me in the crowd. There are WAY too many people here."
"I'm sorry to hear that. We're more than likely going to jail," Elroy sighed.
"You're not," Dimitri stepped up next to the police officers. A bandage covered the corner of his eyebrow where his father busted him open, and his jaw was swollen. He told them to remove the handcuffs, "The IGC aren't pressing charges."
"Really?" Natsuki perked up. The officers removed the restraints.
"The council recognizes that you all helped Gamer. It was all part of the game, and to save face, they're letting you guys off easy. The embarrassment of losing to Gamer is a wound they need to mend," Dimitri explained. He appeared apologetic, and far more reserved.
Natsuki jumped forward and bowed, "Arigatō! I need to go check on the pack. I'll see you guys later!"
Natsuki dashed away, all the while starting up her livestream again. The officers fanned out to address the crowd or patrol. Dimitri walked over and sat next to his father. Both men favored their bruises.
"Do you remember that arcade in the Paulownia Mall, next to home?" Elroy asked.
Dimitri recollected, and nodded, "Yeah..."
"Now that I don't have a date with a cellmate, I'm free this weekend. Want to grab a bite and play some games? Take a break from all the high-stakes?"
Dimitri continued his nod, ignored the shame, and said, "Sure..."
"Breaking news!" the broadcasted channels alerted everybody. The news reporters in the helicopter, in the studio, and Chad's office were all on screen. The studio anchors expressed tempered excitement, "The Total High Score has officially been broken. Gamer has earned himself a wish; literally anything he wants. We go live to the IGC Meeting Summit."
The channel switched to a feed that showed the dark room where the council sat at their crescent table. In the middle of the council was Nathaniel, next to a metallic device that looked like a platform to stand on.
"Is he ready?" an elderly councilor asked.
"Yes, sir. I'll display him now," Nathaniel used a remote to activate the platform.
It was a display hologram, and it portrayed Gamer. The man everybody cheered was hunched over, his fully erect cock in hand, masturbating furiously. His whole body vibrated like a category five earthquake, "Yes, that felt good! So fuckin' good! Yeeee~"
Nathaniel cleared his throat, and caught Gamer by surprise. Gasps filled the chamber and Gamer tucked his little guy away. He bowed awkwardly, "Sorry."
"You are, by all accounts, the most unbearable person I have ever met!" a councilor with a gumshoe accent complained.
"Cool, great, yeah. Maybe knock next time. What you see is what you deserve," Gamer chastised.
"Regardless of his behavior, he has achieved a new record. With it comes your one wish. Please, before the International Gaming Council, state your wish. It may be anything you want," a female african councilor remained poised and professional.
"After all that has occurred, he gets to make his wish. Preposterous!" one councilor, and a few naysayers, complained.
Samira watched on in great anticipation. She rocked back and forth in her chair, hugging her knees, "Finally... finally..."
"I wish for half of my father's financial assets to be given to my mother and sister."
Samira gasped and froze, and represented the majority of all who watched. Nathaniel threw up his eyebrows, and even the council were lurched by the wish.
"Interesting; may we ask why you changed your wish. Previously, when you first made your Gamer's Gambit, you projected a resurrection," the female councilor seemed piqued.
"I thought about it for a while now. Even if I came back from the dead like the big J, it wouldn't solve the issues that suffered me eternal gamenation. My sister's still terminal, and I don't have any means of providing. On top of that, my dad let slip that you guys know I changed the code of the game. Knowing you dickweeds, you'd slap me with eternal gamenation ten times over the moment I took a real breath. And as cute as a meta commentary about new game plus that'd be, I don't want to," Gamer broke it down.
Elroy laughed and Dimitri gawked. Natsuki nodded proudly while her pack cried at the sentimentality. Samira wept into her arms -- struck by both pain and love, "Brother..."
The council quietly reserved themselves, and agreed with nods. The elderly councilor spoke, "It shall be done. I fear your father will be irate, but video games run this world. Those who overcome the greatest of challenges, reach the highest peaks, and surpass all risks are given free reign. Understand, though, that you cannot achieve the Total High Score wish again. Your high score will be locked. You will henceforth forever be in eternal gamenation until you die."
"I know, I know. You can say I'm a people person," Gamer grinned and shrugged. "Now, are we done here? May I return to my victory bate?"
Gamer unbuttoned his pants, and half the council groaned. The elderly councilor nodded to Nathaniel, and the Game Master cut the feed. He happily tucked his hands behind his back and remained reserved as the council chamber filled up with complaints, snide remarks, and admiration. In the droning sounds, Nathaniel said his parting words to Gamer, "Congratulations... thank you for playing."
***
One week later...
Samanathus's ship entered Chanterelle via FTL travel. Its abrupt stop shooed away the clouds, and it felt the angry glare of the sun. The blocky landscape, once destroyed by aliens, was whole again. Persica's castle and the shrooman village were reestablished and undamaged. Hundreds of mushroom people, dinosaur mounts, and boob-shaped ghosts waved in unison to welcome the ship back.
The ship landed and its central platform raised up. Persica and Lord Shellie emerged first. Persica expressed her graceful sexiness with a pink stripe bikini top and a matching pink cloth skirt. The crease of the skirt revealed the side of her hip and lots of leg; it was obvious she went commando. Lord Shellie stomped forward with might. He used such power to lift Persica up in his arms and jumped down.
Gamer and Samanthus came out next. They watched the princess and lord become surrounded by high-pitched shroomans. Gamer searched for earplugs in his pockets, and Samanthus giggled.
"I thought perhaps you were joking when you said the other universe could fix Chanterelle. To think it reverted to its stage before the alien attack... it boggles lesser minds," Sammie stared up at the skies.
"Yeah, resetting maps is just part of the programming. It takes time in larger worlds, so a week is pretty girthy. Not to mention I made a few requests..." Gamer said.
"Your sister?"
"That's one..."
"Good, and Minnie?"
"That's two, but she's unrecoverable. She wouldn't remember anything. It's best to keep her memory and be happy her sacrifice meant something..."
"Respectable. How about the mollies?"
"Hmm?" Gamer purposely stared out at the landscape, and turned as if he hadn't been paying attention. Sammie dropped it with an added eye roll. Gamer stretched and took in the fresh, digital air, "I'm just glad to be back in an open space. I am not a fan of confinement."
"I have some restraints that can change your mind," Sammie leered at Gamer's tensed bottom. Gamer gave himself a French moustache and moaned a laugh.
The central platform lowered once more, and this time it brought up Asterion and Sonia. They were in their default outfits. They winced at the mean sun, but adjusted and mirrored Gamer's flexing. Asterion viewed the village, "You really going to call this place home, Gamer? I feel like you'd go mad."
"Actually, I've been speaking with Sammie here. I'll be travelling to other planets and galactic locations. Whenever I kick the bucket, I want it to be in the stars!" Gamer fanned his hands out towards the great beyond.
"Since this is your reality now, I'm not surprised. Take advantage of every horizon's dawn," Sonia agreed.
"It's going to be super weird when you die. A permanent loss to a fictional world..." Asterion ruminated on the foreboding melancholy.
"I died once. I can do it again," Gamer grinned.
৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) "I'll have something to say about that!"
A myriad of pixels assembled just behind Samira's text box. Within moments, a body of a young female formed and revealed to everybody the sister's avatar. Thinly, with a morbid beauty, and wearing a dark, modest tunic and bamboo palazzo pants. She wore a yellow head scarf that she also wrapped around her head like a hood. When she opened her eyes, they were like brilliant topazes.
"Samira!" Gamer shoved her text box aside and embraced his sister in a hug. She teared up and buried her face in his shoulders. Sonia covered her mouth to hide her smile, and Asterion placed a hand over his heart. After what felt like it should have gone on hours longer, Gamer pulled away from the hug and squeezed her shoulders, "How's the equipment? It doesn't bother you, does it?"
"It's a bit tight, and a little uncomfortable, but I think I have to break it in," Samira moved her hands over her head as if she had a helmet. She wiggled, "Oh, but who cares? I can finally be here. In person. With you. I don't feel like I'm about to collapse."
"For somebody with your condition, I bet this feels liberating. Nice to meet you, Samira," Asterion walked over and bowed gentlemanly.
"Thanks, Asterion! You're a lot bigger in person," Samira bowed, too. Asterion glanced up at Gamer with a glint in his eye, but the brother already had his magnum pulled and mouthed obscene threats at the minotaur to stay away from her.
Sonia put her hands on her hips and spoke to Gamer, "Tsugi ya! Let's go for a run. Maybe an adventure or two?"
"My ship is always available," Sammie reminded.
"Hey!" Persica called from below. Lord Shellie and her were free from the shrooman menace and were gesturing to them, "Why are you standing upon Sammie's vehicle? We have far better seating for discussions."
Asterion, Sonia, and Sammie agreed and jumped to the ground below. They mingled with the swarm of shroomans and yosauri. Sammie went straight to Persica, and held the hand that Lord Shellie wasn't coddling. Sammie obviously had beef with dragons as she and him glared at one another. Asterion and Sonia walked through the mushrooms, a handful of each other's ass.
Gamer and Samira took in the sea of celebration. The weight of their struggle no longer bore upon them. A sense of freedom renewed their hearts. Samira giggled, "It's almost a little cheesy; cringey, one might say..."
"What's that?" Gamer awkwardly smiled for the 'cringe'.
"I just want to say... thank you for giving me an extra life," Samira's eyes were full of appreciation. But what made it all worth it for Gamer was how full of life they were. Samira giggled, opened up the music player, and started an extended mix of Jump by Madonna; Samira's favorite song.
"Gamer!" Persica called out. The princess winked and gestured for him to come, "Shall we have another celebratory orgy?"
Excitement hyped Gamer up and off the ship. He fell towards the shroomans, who would break his fall. However, that's when Lord Shellie added, "The yosauri will be joining us this time."
"What the fuck?! No, no, no, no!" Gamer landed on the shrooman squeakies in a panic. Four sticky, long yosauri tongues latched on and pulled him in different directions. He cried out in absolute fear, "Goddammit, Herbert!"
Samira couldn't help but laugh. Her contagious laugh spread to Sonia, Asterion, and her brother. The bird left the darkened cave, flew through the air, and joined her brother for some fun and games.
٩( ᐖ ) The End ( ᐛ )و
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