[Vol. 1 pt. 16]
“Haah… that was exactly what I needed,” the fucked-to-putty minotaur girl said, becoming even puttier as she sunk down to her shoulders in the hot springs.
“I figured that there are few things better than a nice dip in some hot water after getting fucked like that. You get to clean yourself up, relax, and I’m sure it would help out in case you’re sore after it,” I tell her, sitting across from her in the springs since staying out of the water was irresistible. Thera also joined us in the water. Al Capra dipped in, too.
Nobody wanted left out of enjoying the hot spring.
“Though, I guess being clean and soothing a sore body are more important for real life than here,” I added on. “It’s not like those are things we have to worry about.”
“Yeah… unless your monsters get traits with those buffs that boost pleasure but increase pain and have an after effect, a sore body isn’t something to worry about,” the minotaur girl said.
She completely dropped her roleplaying attitude as soon as she had her fill of pleasure.
“You’re right. I should probably try to get some monsters like that for girls like you who like it rough.”
“Yes, please.”
“Al Capra here should get the Bitch Breaker trait if he treats all the girls he sees like that. By the way, good job,” I said with a thumbs-up to Al Capra.
“No problem, boss,” Al Capra answered. He looked like he needed something to kick his feet up onto while enjoying a cigar.
“I know there are a few monsters that naturally come with traits like that, too. Super increased pleasure in exchange for heightened pain and a debuff that leaves your body sore afterward. Monsters with traits like that are pretty much the only ways to even feel pain during sex.”
“That’s why you need them. It would have been even better with pain,” the minotaur girl said.
“By the way, do you have a nickname you’d like me to call you, or should I just use your username, Touchthe’Cow Doit’Now? That one is kind of a mouthful.” I didn’t want to point out her username earlier while she was roleplaying since it wasn’t exactly lore friendly.
“Oh, yeah. You can call me my in-character name, Lizabeth, or my usual nickname, Lizamoo,” the minotaur girl, Lizamoo, answered.
“I’ll go with Lizamoo. I like that.”
“It’s my favorite. My ex-in-character boyfriend started calling me that out-of-character when he found out my obvious fetish. I think he was trying to tease me, but I’ve been seriously using it as a nickname ever since.”
“Ex-in-character boyfriend? That’s a long title.”
“He told me he was gay and used that as an excuse to get super close and affectionate while we’re in-character since there was totally no way he’d get real feelings for me. Want to guess how long it took before he was suddenly no longer gay and wanted to hook up in real life?”
“Two and a half weeks.”
“Thirteen days, so yeah. It sucked because the roleplay was really good, but he got really weird after I turned him down.”
“So, in roleplay, is your character still taken or not?”
“I mean… kind of. I had to block him, but it didn’t make sense for Lizabeth to suddenly break up with him and I hate retconning roleplays, so her story right now is that she’s gone out on a solo adventure to grow stronger.”
“And now the adventurous Lizabeth has been fucked silly by a monster and shown more pleasure than her lover could ever show her or something like that?”
“Exactly. It’s cathartic in a way. I feel like I got some revenge against him, plus I know he’d be furious if he found out about this. I’m almost tempted to unblock him just so that I can rub it in his face.”
“Well, as long as it wasn’t real cheating or anything like that, I don’t care.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t support having sex with people who are in relationships without their partner’s consent. Relationships are two-way streets. Something like having sex with somebody outside of it requires the consent of both parties to be respectable. If a couple wants to come here and have fun, or give consent for the other, then that’s fine. But, if I can’t get consent from somebody’s SO, I’m not going to let them in. It’ll be in the waiver that I still have to make.”
“What makes you think that they wouldn’t lie about being single then if getting consent from their partner wouldn’t happen?”
“If I find out, they get blacklisted from ever coming back. If I don’t find out – well, there’s not exactly anything that I can do about that.”
At this point, Lizamoo was down to her chin in the water. “Makes sense. What about roleplay relationships?”
“As long as they’re just in-character relationships, it doesn’t matter to me. Only real relationships matter.”
“That’s a good policy. I respect it. You’re probably going to annoy a lot of people with it, though. Tons of people come to play this game to get off without worrying about real life. That includes cheaters.”
“I know, but there’s not much I can do about that. If I could ban them all beforehand then that would be great.”
“So, what else is going to be on this waiver you mentioned?”
I smiled and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m glad you asked. It is going to be a form that asks for consent, has a checkbox of fetishes possible inside of the dungeon for players to fill out so that I know what they want and want they’re not alright with, ask them if they’re single in real life, check that they’re eighteen or older even though they legally have to be to play this game in the first place, and so on. Once the dungeon is bigger, I’ll have different exploration options available for them. I’ll also give them the option to attack the dungeon like you did or let them come in and have some fun just for the fuck of it. I guess it’ll be more of a questionnaire and less of a waiver. Thera here will be helping me with that.”
“Making use of my degree, are you?” Thera asked me.
“I’d love to make use of the rest of you, too.”
She wagged a single finger at me. “Be grateful that I will lend you my years of schooling.”
“I am, I am. Thanks. Anyways, Lizamoo – seriously, great nickname. Anyways again, you’re pretty much the dungeon’s first proper customer. Is there anything that you liked in particular? Any changes that you’d like to see? Complaints? Recommendations?”
Lizamoo sunk into the water until it was just beneath her lower lip. “Uh… I thought it was cool that you checked with me for consent first. NPCs obviously never do, and most players never bother confirming since I try to make it as obvious as possible that I’m actually okay with it. I think the last guy who tried to confirm it was when we were discussing fetishes and he wanted me to clarify like ten times that I was okay with being strangled as hard as he possibly could. It’s not like I’d die from it or even feel much pain since it’s just a game, but he pretty worried.”
“Yeah, confirmation is always the best, but ten times might be a bit overkill when you’re not in any real danger at all. Even your avatar isn’t in danger so long as the action is flagged as sexual and not as an attack.”
“I wish sex stuff could be flagged as attacks, too. It would be hot if I could actually lose health during sex. Like, if a monster with a huge dick deals damage with every thrust. That’d be great.”
“It might accidentally end the fun early depending on how much damage it does, but I’m sure it’d make things more immersive for both the people who like to play the attacker and those of you who enjoy being the victim. Anyways, thoughts on the dungeon?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s pretty good. Kind of bland if I’m being honest, and it needs way more variety, but you said it’s a new dungeon right?”
“Right.”
“Then I won’t judge you too hard for that.”
“Have you been to other player dungeons?”
“To raid them, yeah. This is the first time I’ve visited one for the good stuff.”
“At your level?”
“Oh, paladin is just my roleplay class. Berserker is my main.”
“A minotaur girl berserker. Makes sense.”
“Right? Uhh, for some other suggestions… oh, I know. This might be pretty specific to my tastes, but have you ever been to that perverted forest zone?”
“Only a couple of times. Had some fun with a tentacle plant there once. Not sure why I don’t go more often.”
“Nice. Anyways, there’s a plant there that specifically lures in girls with an aphrodisiac mist. It has one tentacle that leaks ‘honey’ that girls can’t resist drinking once they reach it but, more importantly, it’s got two vines that are shaped like suction cups that, seriously, are the best milkers. They seriously made me melt even when I had an effect to resist the aphrodisiac. Oh, then the plant uses any milk it draws out to somehow fertilize seeds that it lays inside of girls’ wombs if they’re not careful about that. It basically gives you the same debuff as if you had eggs laid in you but it’s way easier to get rid of.”
“Seeds fertilized by breast milk that get laid inside of wombs. Interesting. Haven’t actually heard of that plant before.”
“It’s pretty deep in the forest and they’re pretty rare. I can take you to them sometime if you promise to bring them back to the dungeon.”
“I don’t think I can just… pick up a plant and bring it back. But… I have a theory. Do you know if the fertilized seeds count as gatherable items?”
“They do, but they’re only useful for brewing aphrodisiac potions or cooking them as roasted seeds.”
“Roasted… fertilized seeds. I’m not sure how to feel about that.”
“They taste really good. Salty, but good.”
“Thera, please tell me how to feel about this,” I said, looking over at Thera.
“I am not sure how to feel about it myself, darling.”
Looking back at Lizamoo, I asked, “What do the seeds turn into if they actually get birthed? Assuming that happens like when you get knocked up with eggs?”
“Oh, they just grow bigger but are still normal seeds when they exist. I had it explained to me that the whole reason behind them needing a womb in the first place is because of some mini lore. They just lay their seeds in girls so that the girls leave and go to new places to spread the seeds farther instead of putting them directly in the ground next to the grown plants.”
“Makes sense. So, they’re really just seeds. Being fertilized isn’t anything special aside from the usual plant stuff.”
“Yeah, it’s not like they turn into babies or creatures or anything.”
“In that case, now I want to try them myself. Trying new food in this game is always an adventure. I’ll get my hands on a seed to maybe somehow bring back to the dungeon here, and then I’ll take the rest to a cook.”
“I’ll take you. Seriously. I’ll take you as long as it means I can come here whenever I want milked by it. Getting to that zone and going in deep enough to find them is a pain, but if you get one here… I’m probably going to come every single time there’s not a scheduled raid or roleplay.”
“The plant-addicted paladin girl. What’s your roleplay reason going to be for coming here so often?”
“I wasn’t thinking of doing it in-character, but… we could have some master and slave roleplay going on where you lock me in a room alone with the plant twenty-four-seven to turn me into a breeder for it and to torture me with pleasure. That’d be hot.”
“You came up with that really easily, and I agree, that’d be hot.”
“I doubt I need to tell you this, but if I start calling you master in roleplay, it’s strictly roleplay.”
“Trust me, I understand that. Though, it might make more sense if Al Capra here becomes your master, wouldn’t it?”
Lizamoo looked like a lightbulb appeared over her head as she looked at Al Capra. “That’d be even better.”
“Well, Al Capra? What do you think about roleplaying turning this girl into your slave the next time you two have some fun? Then I’ll have a room ready for you to ‘lock’ her in with the plant.”
Al Capra nodded. “Got it, boss. I’ll be her master.”
“Great. I’ll give you some training later. You’ve got to learn the ropes to being a proper master if you’re going to give your future slave here the most pleasure possible.”
“Looking forward to it, boss.”
Hearing him call me boss made me want to fangirl from how cool it sounded. The way that he spoke – he seriously sounded like a mobster with the utmost respect for me.
“Anyways, anything else, Lizamoo? I’m taking notes here,” I said, looking at the girl whose mouth was finally fully submerged beneath the water.
She didn’t even realize it seeing as how she opened her mouth to speak… only to get a mouth full of water instead which resulted in choking and coughing. “Blegh… uhh, I don’t have any suggestions other than that. Want to add me so that you can let me know when you want that plant?”
“Request… sent.”
“Added. You can message me anytime I’m online as long as it’s not during the weekend.”
“Will do. Wait… this works. This works perfectly. Dinosaurs and lewd plants. What if I expand the dungeon and design a part of it to host a miniature jungle in it that hosts all sorts of lewd plants and dinosaur monsters? The plants and dinosaurs could even work together. There’s definitely room for synergy there. What do you think?” I asked Thera.
“It makes sense to me, darling. I am not sure how to blend such an environment into the jungle without it being too jarring… but it is a good idea. Objectively speaking, that is,” Thera answered.
“Come on, you can admit you want some plants and dinosaurs if you want.”
“I would much rather have you.”
“You can have me anytime you want.”
“I would rather have pasta.”
“Pa—… pasta?”
“Yes. Pasta. I am going out with a friend tonight for Italian, and I plan on consuming no insignificant amount of pasta and free breadsticks.”
“Now I want pasta.”
“I will mail you the leftovers.”
“I don’t want leftover pasta sent in the mail. That sounds like a health hazard.”
“I see. You do not want a gift from in the real world. Well, in that case—”
“Send me the pasta. I feel bad now. I’ll take any gift you want to send me.”
“Is that so? Any gift?”
“Any gift.”
“Then the next time the neighbor’s dog decides to use my lawn as a toilet, I will have a gift to send you.”
Thera looked at me, waiting for me to refuse her new idea of a “gift.”
But I would not refuse after just declaring that I would accept any gift. “Any… any gift.” It was hard not to refuse, but I managed. I wanted to be a man of my word.
Even if it meant dog shit.
“Admirable, but I will not be sending you such a gift,” Thera said.
I knew she wouldn’t, of course, but it was fun to play along while it lasted.
“Are you two dating?” Lizamoo asked.
Thera and I reacted very differently. Whereas Thera placed a hand over her face and sighed, I showed Lizamoo a smug smile.
Lizamoo tilted her head. “I have no idea how to interpret your reactions.”
“We’re not. Just besties. Right, Thera?” I asked.
“As he said,” Thera said, her hand still over her face.
“Oh, sorry,” Lizamoo apologized. “You two seem to get along really well. That was why I thought that.”
“No problem,” I said. “We get asked that almost every time we’re around new people. I’m the cheerful husband and she’s the wife who’s tired of my shit.”
“I think I can see that now.”
“But she likes me enough that she sticks around. Plus she has nothing better to do.”
“Perhaps I should find something better to do then,” Thera said.
“Please don’t.”