LIT RPG 11

“Fuck me!” Brett yelled as the defensive back leapt in front of his pass and picked him off for the third time.

“Game over!” Charly sang as her avatar spiked the ball and started dancing. “In your face!”

“Damn.” Brett was not happy.. Charly was right. With her team leading by 3 points and less than a minute on the clock, she would be able to end the game just by taking a knee. Despite his outward show of good sportsmanship, Brett was a little pissed at himself. He’d assumed Charly would be a pushover, and she’d caught him off guard. She was really good.

As for Charly, she loved beating guys at “guy” games whether it was Supreme Fighting or Football. They always seemed to think she was this cute little asian girl who would be an easy out, so it made it extra fun when she kicked their asses. Plus, she loved Joe Mulden football, especially now that it was fully immersive- the smell of the turf mingling with the smell of sweat. The crowd roaring so loud she could feel the vibrations in her body. And, most of all, being TALL and physically imposing, smashing into guys and knocking them to the ground.

The game even simulated the post game handshake sequences, so Charly found and reached out her hand…

“Good game,” Brett said, reaching out to shake…

“Psyche!” Charly said, yanking her hand away. “I kicked your ayus, I kicked your ayus!”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Oh, don’t pout!” Charly was really rubbing it in. She couldn’t help it. Her mother had told her it was always better to let a boy win– especially if she was really interested in him, but fuck that. Charly liked to win. “Let’s go again.”

“Nah,” Brett said. “Gotta log out. Homework.”

“Scaredy cat!” But Brett’s character pixilated and vanished. Charly followed.

They were in Brett’s room laying on his bed, and they both unplugged.  A big win like that always made Charly horny, and she immediately climbed onto Brett and kissed him. He kissed her back, but it was a reluctant kiss.  She could tell he was off, embarrassed. She kinda liked guys like that sometimes. She kissed him again, and this time, Brett broke it off. “Yeah, I really need to study,” he said.

Charly smiled. “How bad?” She reached down and grabbed his junk, squeezing.

Brett felt himself getting hard in her hand. Fuck. Maybe just a quickie. He grabbed Charly’s wrist and rolled the two of them over, straddling her as she lay on her back, staring up at him, her eyes glassy and wet with desire. Brett reached down and unbuttoned her shorts, then shoved a hand under her t-shirt and squeezed her breast while she shimmied out of her Daisy Dukes.

“I want to ride you cowgirl style,” Charly said, running her fingers along his arm, squeezing his bicep. “Have you ever?”

“No,” Brett admitted. He’d been planning to just do a straight fuck.

“Let’s do it,” Charly said. “You’ll love it.”

The argument didn’t last long, and Brett found himself on his back, staring up at Charly. She was bouncing on him, her hands buried in her hair, breasts bouncing as she made small, little noises that grew louder and louder… unh.. Unh… UNH! UNH! Yes! Yes!”

Brett grabbed her soft hips and pulled her down, thrusting up, exploding into her.

Charly rolled off, sighing, and whispered, “Oh, god yes.”

Brett, skin sheened with sweat, pulled the sheet up to his waist. “Hell,” he said.

“Yeah,” Charly finished.

Charly left. She had her own studying to do. Brett’s mind turned to Essentiulus and Recon Junction. He was thinking about Kiyo. He hadn’t logged into the game since the last time he and Jack had been in there.  He looked at his laptop. His notebooks. He really needed to study. But, well, what were video games other than tools of procrastination? He figured he would just pop into the game, maybe use his credits to buy some better gear. Maybe run a solo mish. The world building was really good, and he he felt like he could really benefit from a good fight.

Brett felt himself dropping back into his avatar’s body, immediately feeling a sense of displacement– the shape, her height not right, and yet feeling slightly familiar. He was outside Frenchie’s tailor shop and– you little shit! He thought seeing that Jack was online. He’s probably ten levels ahead of me now. The map showed Jack’s location– a little house shaped icon down in Lower Vail.

Brett activated his intercom function. “Dude!”

Jack, eyes rolled back in his head, had worked the dildo deep into the folds of his new body. Toes curled, hair all in his face, he squeezed the vibrating phallus, lifted it so it teased his clit.. Ohmygod… ohmygod… the tension in his body was building, like a ball of fire, and he needed release… but it wasn’t happening, that insane pressure just lingering, holding, refusing to explode…. ohmygod come on comeon… he pulled and pushed and …

“Dude!” He heard Brett shout in his female voice.

Jack screamed and yanked the dildo out of him, throwing it across the room, his whole body clenching in frustration. Fuck! Jack thought, realizing he had forgotten to go incognito.  How much had Brett heard.

Brett had heard the scream, though he’d no idea what Jack had been up to. “Shit. You okay?”

Jack, panting, pulled his hair out of his eyes, heart racing, his whole body lit up. He tried to steady his voice. “Yeah, yeah. You just surprised me.” Jack’s throbbing nipples were so hard he felt like he could cut glass with them. “Shit.”

Brett screwed up his face. Something about Jack seemed very off. “What’re you doing?”

“Just, ah, hanging out,” Jack said, getting up, trying to figure out how to calm himself. He went to the refrigerator and opened the door, feeling the cold air wash against his bare skin.

“Well, since we’re both here, wanna finish that mission? I’m outside Frenchie’s.”

“I don’t know, man,” Jack said. “This might not be the best time.”

“Come on, bro,” Brett said. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

Hell. Jack had no idea what kind of psychosis he might suffer if he jumped back into his own body feeling like this. Maybe some regular gaming would help him decompress? “Yeah, you know, give me a few minutes. I’ll fast travel over there.”

“Fast travel?”

“Yeah. I figured it out. I’ll show you.”

“Cool.”

Jack turned off the intercom. He thought to put the dildo away, feeling ashamed for some reason to leave it out in the open, but one glance in that direction and he’d felt that clenching inside, and his body’s need. Nope. Don’t even look at it, he decided. He really did need to do something to get his mind off what he was feeling.

And what was he feeling other than horny? He wasn’t sure, but he did know one thing he didn’t know before: if that was how it felt for girls, it was pretty amazing. Better than fucking as a guy? He wasn’t sure. But he did have a few ideas how to blow his girlfriend’s mind back in the real world. That was for sure.

He re-equipped all his gear, tossed his hair and headed out.

Brett leaned against the wall outside Frenchie’s, arms crossed, feeling once more like a big, powerful badass. Watching NPCs walk by, he resisted the urge to just randomly cold cock one. He really needed to kick the hell out of someone.

He saw Jack coming down the sidewalk in his little mini-skirt and high-heeled boots, his hair tossed by the wind. She is fine as fuck, Brett thought. It helped him to think of Kiyo as a girl and not his buddy Jack. Brett noticed Jack’s shiny earrings– didn’t remember that– and was Jack wearing makeup now? Was that new? Whatever. She looked prettier than ever.

She’s just a character in a game, Brett thought.. Of course I’m going to check her out. It’s not weird.

“Bro!” Jack said, offering Brett a fist bump.

“Dude.”

“So, what now?” Jack said. “The clues didn’t really give us a destination.”

“Let’s check the map.”

Most of the games showed you where to go next. “The mission’s deactivated,” Brett said.

“Oh, shit.” Jack realized that when he’d taken on the mission for Rebel, he’d deactivated the Essentiulus storyline, He reactivated the mission and two things happened. Frenchie’s lit up as their destination, and the same three options they’d seen earlier reappeared:

Options: 1) Tell Frenchie about the secret lab  2) Ask Frenchie why he wants to know?  3) Tell him it’s none of his business.

“I guess we have to make a decision,” Jack said.

“Let’s just tell him. It’ll point us somewhere.”

“But, can we trust him?”

“Who cares? I just want to get to some action.”

“Your call then.”

Brett pulled open the door to Frenchie’s and waited.

“Are you serious?” Jack said.

“Just being a gentleman, little lady.”

“Shut up,” Jack said, walking into the tailor shop with a sassy toss of his hair. “Idiot.”

But they both felt it: a slight shifting in their relationship.

A cut scene as they told Frenchie. He rubbed his chin. “This is serious,” he said.

“So, who do we destroy?” Brett asked.

“We do not know the identity of the organization that has made this switch, nor even their motives,” Frenchie said.

Brett groaned.

“But, perhaps there is a way to find out.”

“Yes. Who do we smash?”

“In time, there will be smashing. But, I suggest another course of action. Tonight there is a charity fundraiser. I can arrange an invitation for one of you. But, you must look the part. Everyone there will be glamorous. This is a gathering of the beautiful people.”

Brett looked down at Jack and smiled. “Why me?” Jack said.

“You’re hotter– and you’re a stealth character.”

“We were both supposed to be hot,” Jack said.

Options: 1) Send Brett 2) Send Kiyo

“Kiyo? You know this is your jam.”

“Fine,” Jack huffed. They both chose Kiyo.

“Excellent choice. Now, you will need a gown. You can not go to the event wearing a skirt that reads “Bitch” across the front,” Frenchie said with a disdainful sniff.

“A little black dress,” Brett said, loving it.

Jack crossed his arms. “Well, nothing too sexy.”

“You must let my friend Holliwell pick out your dress,” Frenchie said. “She has exquisite taste.” He handed Jack a card. As soon as Jack accepted the card, a new location appeared on his map. ”Now, scoot. You have little time.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” Jack said, heading toward the door.

“I think this game hates you,” Brett said as they made their way along the sidewalks.

“In the worst way,” Jack groused. “I fucking hate formal events. Why would anyone feel this is fun?”

“Sneaking into a party uninvited, dressed to kill?” A lot of women probably like that kind of thing. I read they wanted to maximize their audience.”

“Then maybe they shouldn’t have characters wear things like a skirt that says Bitch on it.”

A lot of tall buildings crowded together in this part of Recon Junction, crowding out the light, so even though it was late afternoon, the street lamps were already starting to come on, the streets growing murky with shadows.

“I saw a girl walking across campus that read, “Bitch” right across the chest. I think it’s a thing– reclaiming the word.”

“Women.” They made their way to the shop. It was a cool, sophisticated, upscale boutique– pastels, but all angles, like something from the 22nd Century when robots had taken over the fashion industry.

Holliwell approached– a faded flower, Jack could see she’d once been gorgeous, but time had taken its toll. She moved with purpose, and he noticed with surprise she rated as a LVL 29 NPC. “My dear,” Holliwell said, approaching and giving Jack air kisses. “You must be Kiyo.”

What about me? Brett thought, feeling ignored. But, this was Jack’s deal.

Options: 1) The full experience 2) Just get your wardrobe.

“Oh, you have to go for the full experience,” Brett said, though he had no idea what that was.

“No,” Jack said, choosing Just Get Your Wardrobe.  He wanted some action and didn’t feel like being sucked into some girly makeover montage.

“Spoilsport.”

There was a flash, like a jump cut, and there stood Jack in a little spaghetti string black dress, his hair up, chandelier earrings dangling at his cheeks. He was showing all kinds of cleavage, the dress straining to contain his generous bust. His face had been done in dramatic, evening colors– dark, silver eyeshadow and glossy red lips.

“There!” Holiwell said, as if they’d done the whole makeover scene. “Oh! You will be the envy of all the other girls!”

“And all the guys will be checking you out,” Brett said, unable to pull his eyes from the swell of Jack’s cleavage.

“God.”

“Oh, he is so right!” Holliwell said. “You are divine!”

“Divine is one word for it,” Brett said, still staring.

“Just… fuck off!” Jack said, turning so Brett couldn’t see his tits.  Brett was fine with that. Jack looked good coming or going. “Let’s go!”

“Kiyo?” Holliwell said.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget your purse.”

Jack glared at the little clutch purse. What was it with this game and trying to get him to carry a purse all the time? It had been bad enough before, but he hated the idea of Brett seeing him with one. “I don’t need it,” he said, waving Holliwell away.

“But, if your outfit is complete, you get +5 to all abilities and +10 charisma. Are you sure?” Holliwell said, still holding the purse toward Jack.

“Fine,” he said, grabbing the purse and slipping it over his arm.

“You look adorable,” Brett said, chuckling.

“When this is over,” Jack said, “you’re putting on a dress!”

As soon as they stepped out of Holliwell’s, they were greeted by a man in a black suit, standing in front of a black, Mercedes Limo. He was holding a sign, like some guy at an airport. The sign read, “Kiyo.”

“You Kiyo?” He said in a mock, Brooklyn accent. “Frenchie sent me.”

“And your fantasy night continues!” Brett said.

“It beats walking.”

The driver opened the door for Jack, took his arm and helped him slip into the passenger seat, which was much more of a challenge in his little dress, his stilettos. “You coming?” Jack asked, seeing Brett just standing there, watching him. “Or are you just going to perv on me all night?”

“There’s only one invitation,” Brett said. “I figure I’ll hoof it and find a place outside. We can be on intercom in case you get in trouble and need me to save you. Who knows if me showing up with you triggers some kind of problem.”

“That is actually some pretty good thinking.”

“I know,” Brett said, and then he couldn’t resist, “doll face.”

“Idiot.”

The driver closed the door. Jack rolled down the window. “Don’t ever call me doll face again.”

“Okay, honey buns.”

“At some point,” Jack yelled as the car pulled away from the curb, “you’re going to be the one in a dress!”

“I don’t have the body for it!” Brett yelled.

The NPCs all around them laughed.

“Hey!” Brett said in mock outrage.

As if he’d ever put on a dress, in game or otherwise.

He watched the limo merge into traffic, vanish into the hustle and bustle of the big city. It was pretty funny seeing Jack have to get all sexy. But, Brett couldn’t help but thinking, why was it he thought that on some level, maybe Jack kind of wanted to do it? He sure hadn’t put up much of a fight, and one thing about these games was that there was always more than one way to beat a mission.

Jack had to know that.