Chapter 2: The F*tanari Gift

Lexi goggled at the supple nude faerie girl, mouth agape, her mind reeling with the ramifications of the realization that not only was she in a game world, but that it was apparently a lewd game.

Despite the wave of carnal excitement that threatened to eclipse her rationality, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something critical she had overlooked — some key question she wanted to ask Felicity. Lexi sifted through her thoughts, sublimating her rising horniness under a blanket of cool logic, trying to find the needle in her mental haystack. And, just like that, it clicked.

“Hold up a sec,” Lexi interjected. “If this is a game, how do I log out of it? Not saying that I particularly want to right now. But, if I did, how would I?”

Without missing a beat, Felicity pulled a seriously exaggerated pouty face. “Sorry, but as a low-level system administrator, I only have access to information within the scope of my limited functions — none of which include intentional game exits.”

“Hmm, what would be an example of an unintentional exit?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” the faerie beamed. “There’s only one. Death.”

“And,” Lexi prodded. “What happens when you die in the game?”

“The player is presented with two options. You can either choose to be reincarnated within the game as a new, randomly generated character. Or, you can opt for simple oblivion, consigning your existence to the digital void of deleted data.”

Lexi reeled at the magnitude of this simple binary fork with which she had been presented.

“So, essentially,” Lexi growled, her fury rising. “Unless there’s a way to log out, the only way to quit the game is to die for fucking real?!”

The fake pout returned to Felicity’s face. “Unfortunately, that is the game’s primary loop of player incarnation.”

Lexi closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to center herself as best she could. Yelling at what was apparently a glorified virtual assistant would not get her anywhere, so she needed to calm down and just go about this logically. After all, she was a computer science student by day, and J-RPG fanatic by night. If anyone could figure out how to get out of a fucking isekai video game scenario, it should be her, right? And, it wasn’t even like she particularly wanted to log out right now. It just bothered her that she didn’t know how.

“OK, no problem. Any idea who would know more about the logoff process?”

The faerie gave Lexi a thumbs up and a cheeky grin. “That’s easy, just find a system architect. They can tell you anything about the game.”

“Let me guess,” Lexi said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Locations of architects aren’t in your data banks either, right?”

“Correct! There are several scattered across the world, managing certain high-level aspects of the game’s fundamental story. But, you’ll need to uncover their identities and seek them out yourself.”

“Almost like a quest?”

“Not just any quest, an adventure quest!”

Lexi groaned inwardly at the dumb joke. I guess I walked into that one, she thought to herself.

“Back to things that are part of your job then,” Lexi prompted. “You were saying before that players are selected, in part at least, due to sexual frustrations in the real world, and that the game corrected these, or something. W-What did you mean by that? What am I in the game?”

Lexi’s heart pounded in anticipation, longing to hear the words of fulfillment from the faerie. Daring to sneak a peek down at her body, however, her hopes were crushed to pieces. All she saw was the same boyishly skinny body she had come to loathe, clothed in the same boring night clothes in which she had slept that night. The spiral of depression which threatened to engulf Lexi was shattered by Felicity’s response.

“You haven’t assumed the form of the character we’ve selected for you yet. We let new players review the AI’s choices before implementing them, since they’re more or less permanent. Would you like to see the character we’ve chosen for you?”

Lexi nodded. It seemed like all of the spit in her mouth had suddenly dried up, leaving her temporarily mute. Her heart thundered in her chest now.

Felicity snapped her fingers, and the scroll was once again changed. The window into Lexi’s dorm being replaced by a rotating three dimensional representation of a character — just like you would see in most modern RPGs. Superimposed over this was a brief summary of the character’s primary attributes, which Lexi quickly devoured before looking over the avatar itself.

Attribute

Value

Player

Alexia “Lexi” Moore

Race

Human

Age

18

Sex

Futanari

Class

Paladin

Level

1

Seeing the word that she had dared not dream would be applied to her written in her new character’s description was enough to drop Lexi. The strength gave out in her legs, and she fell to her knees, gasping for breath, hand on her chest. The magical word resounded through her consciousness like the clarion call of an archangel.

Futanari!

Lexi had a secret that she had never shared with anyone who actually knew her. Sure, she had chatted endlessly on anonymous imageboards about it, but that was so disconnected from her identity in the real world, that it didn’t really count. Or so she had thought. Apparently, her “secret” desire were plain enough to the Fantasy Adventure Quest AI, because it appeared that this faerie was about to grant her deepest desire — a desire which had certainly proved to be an endless source of sexual frustration in the “real” world, since it could never be realized there.

A true weeb for almost her entire life, it was a guaranteed certainty that Lexi would end up gravitating towards hentai to satisfy her teenage sexual fantasies and needs. What had been quite unexpected to her was the discovery of futanari hentai at the tender age of 13. For better or worse, Lexi had become obsessed with futas from that point on. She could hardly even remember a sexual fantasy that didn’t involve futas in some way.

However, what differentiated Lexi from most of her fellow futanari aficionados on the imageboards was that Lexi’s obsession was not with being fucked by a sexy futa, although she did fantasize about that too. No, Lexi’s primary desire was to be the futa — to become the literal embodiment of sex, with both cock and pussy.

As such, although Lexi intrinsically knew that she was probably somewhere on the LGBTQ+ spectrum, her sexual identity was likely somewhere in the nebulous nebulous outer ranges, since there were no real futas. She told people that she was bisexual, since she did dream of fucking both boys and girls. But, the specific range of Lexi’s sexuality went a bit beyond the bounds of what bisexuality normally meant for girls.

What Lexi truly desired was the sexual flexibility to both be able to have her pussy fucked by cocks and to be the one with the cock doing the pussy pounding. Although, given her crippling introversion, the closest the virginal teen girl had ever gotten to doing either was furiously masturbating to her endlessly expanding and meticulously curated collection of futa porn.

But now…

Acting on instinct, Lexi reached out a hand and waved the dialog box with her character’s attribute away. She was more than a bit shocked to find that the intuitive gesture actually worked in the game, leaving her face to face with the life-size rotating three dimensional representation of her character, a futanari paladin.

The rotating figure could hardly have been more different than Lexi. It was the perfect combination of extreme femininity and athleticism, a futanari warrior goddess if there ever was one. Typical of fantasy RPGs and anime, the armor seemed constructed more for the purposes of titillation than protection, but Lexi didn’t mind in the least, because it gave her a great look at what would be her new body.

Her eyes roaming greedily from top to bottom, she saw the figure’s honey blonde hair was cut long and worn in two loose braids which sat comfortably under an open-face winged helm. Enormous cold blue eyes looked out from beneath the helm, set within a breathtakingly beautiful face with just a dusting of freckles.

Observing the rounded shoulder guards, Lexi also noted a huge two-handed broadsword slung over the figure’s back. The arms were bare from shoulder to forearm, displaying more of the milky white skin, with the plate forearm guards terminating in a pair of delicately wrought gauntlets. The only garment the figure appeared to wear under the armor was a light blue tabard, but to show the a healthy amount of cleavage from the generous breasts above, and slit high up both sides, presenting a view of white thighs all the way up to the flared hips and muscular round ass.

The only armor on the torso was a breastplate which was roughly the same shape as a corset, its flared shape accentuating both the figure’s ample bust and narrow waist. Although the thighs were exposed, the character wore formidable looking greaves that covered the top of the foot up past the kneecap, like a pair of polished steel knee-high boots. Taken in its entirety, the figure’s look was dreamlike in its perfection to Lexi. The only thing she still hungered for was a glimpse of what lay underneath the character’s tabard, between those muscular white thighs.

Blushing furiously, Lexi asked, “I-is there any way I can take a look under the hood?”

“Oh,” Felicity said unconcerned, “you’d like to see the genitals?”

Lexi nodded mutely, her face as red as a tomato.

With a flick of her finger, the faerie girl caused the character’s entire ensemble to disappear, leaving the futa paladin as gloriously naked as she was, and completely hairless below the neck. Lexi’s eyes were initially caught by the pertness of the large breasts, tipped with beautiful light-pink nipples. Yet, her gaze inexorably traveled South, coming to rest on the glorious set of equipment with which the figure was bestowed. Even in its flaccid state, the futa’s circumcised cock looked — to Lexi’s eye — extremely large, a girthy six-inches hanging deliciously from the exact spot where a normal woman’s clit would be. And, true to the classic futa form, instead of a ball sack hanging below the cock, Lexi spied a pair of delicate pink pussy lips.

This was it, the epitome of everything Lexi had every desired — not a boy, not a girl, not even one of the cute transgirls that Lexi often found herself masturbating to. And, it was apparently hers for the taking.

Her analytical mind, however, kicked in and questions began filling her mind, rapidly eclipsing the animalistic instinct to jump right into the situation and become this futa goddess. Prudence won the day, and Lexi decided to take a deep breath and ask a few more clarifying questions of the faerie girl while she still could. If past RPGs she’d played were any indication, this could very well be her only chance for a long while to have a virtual assistant on hand to explain rule mechanics.

“So,” Lexi started. “How do futas work in this world? They’re treated a bit different in every manga, anime, and book I can think of. I’m almost ready to take the plunge, but I just want to know exactly what I’m jumping into.”

“Very wise,” the faerie nodded sagaciously. “Let’s take a quick look at futanari anatomy then.”

Felicity snapped her fingers and a comfortable pile of pillows appeared right underneath both herself and Lexi, toppling the two girls into the cushions’ embrace. Another snap started what Lexi took to be a movie, playing on the huge animated scroll the same way you would watch a movie on a projector at a theater back in the real world.

Resigning herself once again to just go with the flow, Lexi kicked back to enjoy the show.