Champions of Mareth

The forest gets pretty dark as I venture inside, the sun still hanging low enough in the sky to cast long shadows from every vine and tree.

I follow the path for a while, but it gradually becomes harder to keep track of, as the foliage starts getting thicker and denser, slowly enveloping the track.

At one point, I have to fight my way through a giant thornbush that had grown onto the path, and by the time I come out onto the other side, the route is nowhere to be found.

I look around, trying to decide how best to proceed from here, and spot an area that seems to be more brightly lit than its surroundings. I head towards it, and come out into a wide clearing, the canopy overhead parting to let in the sun.

As I step out into the open space, I feel a squelch underfoot, and flinch back instinctively. Looking down, I see that the grass appears to be slick with some kind of sticky fluid.

Just then, something flies past my head, and I only narrowly manage to dodge away from it. My eyes follow it, and I see the grass where it landed now has a fresh coating of whatever fluid this is supposed to be.

Tracing back along its arc, I look up, and see a particularly large vine hanging above my head. It's lumpy, and appears to be... throbbing? Its tip is slick with yet more of that strange fluid.

Like one of those optical illusions falling into place, I jump back as I realise the vine looks exactly like a dick!

I look deeper into the clearing, and see a lot more of these dick-vines hanging around the place. What's more, on the ground, there are flowers growing, whose petals form the perfect shape of a vagina.

I place my hand on the trunk of a nearby tree, leaning on it as I look on, incredulous. At this point, I can't even work out what the devs were thinking... did they just want to have a game filled with as many dicks as possWHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON MY HAND?

I pull my hand away from the tree, and wipe it quickly on my shirt. The trunk that I was leaning on seems to have started leaking dark sap from... what looks like a nipple, of course.

Nope. Just... nope. Screw this, this is way too weird, I'm outta here. I don't even care if there's treasure in the middle of this grove, it can just stay there. There've gotta be less weird parts of the forest to explore.

Ducking quickly aside from another shot of vine-cum, I hurry quickly away in the direction I came from.

After a while of trudging through the bushes, I manage to find the path again, or at least a path, and the journey goes back to being uneventful.

Just as I'm starting to wonder if this like one of those artsy games where all you do is walk, from out of nowhere the background music changes from a relaxing melody to a dramatic anthem. I hear rustling in some nearby bushes, and hop over to the other side of the path, crouching into a fighting pose. Could this finally be some combat?

The bush across from me explodes into a shower of leaves, as a red blur bursts out from within. It comes to a halt a few feet away, and a text bubble appears above its head.

Imp (Level 1)

It's similar to the imp I encountered in the intro, but not identical. It's only a few feet tall, with tiny wings on its back, that somehow manage to keep it airborne. Unlike the other imp, this one actually has a loincloth around his waist, though the bulge of his shaft is still unmistakable. His hands are tipped with sharp claws that look like they could do some serious damage in reality, but they'll probably be played down here. He's only level 1, after all.

The two of us stand eyeing each other for some time, and since it doesn't look like he's about to make the first move, I figure I may as well take the initiative.

I dash quickly towards him, raising my fist and slamming it square into his chest. A large "8" pops out of him, and his HP bar decreases a little.

He seems rather unfazed by the attack, and is quick to retaliate with one of his own, swiping at me with his claws. He's small and fast, and manages to get around my block pretty easily, raking his claws across my stomach.

His claws aren't sharp enough to even tear my shirt, let alone my skin, but it stings nonetheless, and my HP is reduced by 11. I raise my arms, expecting him to continue his assault, but surprisingly he's retreated back to hovering about a foot away, eyeing me carefully.

I'm briefly confused. Why did he stop his assault halfway through? It then dawns on me that this could be the game trying to mimic turn-based combat. If that's so, then the enemies probably only actually move once I move.

Pfft, this'll be even easier than I thought then. Even if his attacks do more damage, I just have to avoid his retaliations and I'll be good.

"All right, here I come!" I yell, charging at him again. My fist connects with his jaw, knocking him for eleven. I jump back, preparing for his counter, but I don't make it as far as I'd expected. Stumbling, I'm left completely vulnerable, and the imp takes full advantage of this, slashing his claws across my boobs.

Gah, this body is too slow! I'm not used to having my stats reduced like this. If I were my normal awesome self, I coulda kicked this guy's ass three times over by now.

Ah well, all part of the grind I guess. I suck it up, and come at him once more.

Boom, critical hit, right in his dick! I watch in satisfaction as his HP drops rapidly, only remembering at the last second to defend myself. I recoil, expecting him to be right up in my face by now, but instead he's just hovering in place. Did I stun him? No, he's moving... he's just swinging his arms back and forth in weird patterns.

Whatever he's doing, he seems to complete it pretty quickly. His hands join together in front of him, with his index fingers pointed straight at me. The tips of his fingers glow pink, and my body suddenly feels really warm. Especially between my thighs... it reminds me of the warmth I felt back in the cave.

Crap, that must've been some kind of spell! I see that my Lust bar had risen to about one-fifth full after that. I'll have to be careful not to let him hit me with that too many more times... I'd probably go crazy if it filled up completely.

After that last attack, he's already more than half-dead. I crack my knuckles, shake off the dirty thoughts that are trying to creep into my head, and launch myself at him once more.

It takes three more attacks to completely bring the imp down, but in the end I emerge the victor, his body crumpling to the ground in an unconscious heap.

A text box appears in front of me, detailing my winnings.

You gain 18xp!
You find 5 gems on your defeated foe's unconscious body and pocket them.
There is an Incubi draft on your defeated opponent. You place an Incubi draft in your first pouch.

All in all, not a bad haul for a level one opponent. These guys should make for some easy levelling-up for now.

I'm tempted to go look for some more, but this one managed to hit me with a bunch of those arousal spells before I could take him out, filling my Lust up by more than half. This could be a hindrance if I don't get it taken care of... and besides, it's making me really want to masturbate again.

I picture the campsite in my head, and watch this time as the world flows past me, bringing me to my destination. Once I arrive, I quickly slip down behind the same rocks as before, disrobe, and get straight to playing with my pussy, pushing two fingers inside myself right from the get-go, sliding them as deep as I can 'til I feel them bump up against my cherry. As I vigorously pound my cunt with my one hand, the other gives attention to my breasts, roughly tweaking and pinching my nipples.

Going like this, it doesn't take me long to reach orgasm, my moans so loud it's a wonder I don't attract any mobs. After taking the time to bask in the afterglow, I stand up, clean myself off in the river, and slip back into my clothes.

At this point, I wonder how long I've actually been playing for. I've been unconscious several times so far, and it's difficult to tell how long I was out for in each of those times.

It's probably not been that long, but regardless, I should probably take a break. Flicking open the menu, I hit Save & Exit. A little circle spins as it saves, and then I feel the world rush away from me, as I fall back into my horizontal body.

Unclipping the helmet, I sit up, stretching out my limbs. Glancing at the clock, I see that I've been playing for about two and a half hours, which is about what it felt like.

My throat is telling me it needs a drink, so I get up, brushing a strand of red hair away from my face, and head off to the kitchen. As I pour myself a glass of water, I look out the window, and contemplate going for a fly. Video games are great and all, but they won't make me a Wonderbolt any time soon.

Come to think of it, maybe I should start lying on my side or something when I'm using the NGear. My wings still feel completely numb from where I've been resting on them. I try giving them a flap, but they don't seem to even want to respond.

All right, that was enough lying around for now, time for some serious exercises! Downing the water, I head back into my bedroom, slip out of my pyjama trousers, throw on my tracksuit, and head out the door.

Standing in my yard, I decide to try some warm-ups to help wake up my wings. A couple hundred laps round my house oughta do the trick!

Forty-nine laps in, and I'm already wheezing, my jogging reduced down to slower than Tank's walk. As I complete the fiftieth, I collapse, falling back onto my butt, with my palms on the cloud to support me.

What the hay is wrong with my body? Is this what just a week using the NGear does to me? I'd got sucked into other gaming systems before this, and had never fallen into a state this bad.

My body is pouring with sweat, and I manage to crawl back inside the house, dragging myself to the bathroom to take a cold shower. As I enter the room, I happen to glance across to the mirror above the sink... and freeze. My blood turns cold, as the reflection gazes back at me in horror.

The reflection that is me, and yet not me. The reflected me, with her purely bright-red hair, who has no wings upon her back.