FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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This is not technically an original story of mine, it is just something of a passion project I have already written a while back, but I always felt was a bit rushed. So, this time around I have been taking my time and trying to flesh things out a little more. I am still in the process of expanding this story. Currently what I have completed is already at least 21k words longer than the original series and I still have another three or four chapters to work through. I would recommend reading the original series before this one so you can see just how much has changed, but it isn't really required as it is technically the same story.

You can find the original SotF series here: Original SotF series

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After her last encounter with Razor, Becca was feeling more than a little tender in the real world. While her injuries were nowhere near as severe as the ones Shayde had sustained in the game, she was left with a persistent dull headache and slightly blurred vision. Along with a few bruises and scratches, which would be hard to explain to her parents during their weekly dinners. Thankfully the weather was a bit on the colder side so she could get away with wearing a long-sleeved hoody, which covered most of the real-world damage her mind had brought into existence on her real-world self. Thankfully the bruise on the side of her face where Shayde had been slammed against a tree was easily covered with makeup, though the slight numbness and tingle were rather irritating and hard to ignore. As rough as Becca felt, she still felt even more sorry for that Wendigo after how effectively Swift had incapacitated him. At the very least she assumed his joints would be aching something fierce every time he moved now.

Thankfully the dinner with her folks came and went rather uneventfully, at worst her mother had just commented on her choice of attire not being suitable or conducive to finding a boyfriend, though she was at least pleased to see Becca wearing makeup for a change. If only she knew the real reason, that though alone had made baring her mother’s jibes worth it. That was nothing new however, she was still young and had plenty of time to find someone, if she even wanted to find someone of course. Right now, Becca was just finding her feet in the working world and having fun in the virtual world too. Real life was nowhere near as entertaining or exciting as her current life online was. But after her conversation with Swift and Grimm, she now began to wonder if she might find someone as well. After all, if they were competing in SotF as well, there would be no need to hide her involvement in the scene, which surely would make such a relationship easier.

At the very least, her discussion with Grimm had proved to be very enlightening. He was well known enough now to have dedicated sponsors, so in reality he didn’t have to work a real-world job if he didn’t want to. He just chose to work as a barista because he loved interacting with people and was also something of a coffee snob. It was where he and Swift had become friends even, she never could figure out why someone as intelligent and talented as Grimm was working as a coffee bean slinger. Now that she knew all about his secret life however, it all made sense and she actually admired him even more for it.

Grimm had also explained about the different types of sponsors around, there was practically a sponsor for everything. Like the brother and sister duo, there was a sponsor for people who enjoyed such taboo interactions for instance. Likewise, for Grimm, he was part of what people called the “naturalists”. These were people that preferred their “champions” as they called them, to play without any legendries or powers. Grimm’s backers were fine with him using items he found in a match; but unlike Swift, Selena and Fyre, he was not allowed to equip any permanent enhancements. There were of course the “extreme survivalists” as well, who did not allow their champions to use any sort of power or item at all, they were considered the real hardcore players. Thankfully however, the majority of the sponsors and backers were content to let their players use powers and items as they saw fit. All they were really interested in were the fighting and fucking, the rougher the better it seemed.

On the drive home, Becca had time to reflect on that last thought however. As rough as the last couple of matches had been, she still felt herself becoming rather addicted to SotF. It was dangerous and challenging, the kind of thrill and excitement she craved. But she had fallen down that rabbit hole before and knew the dangers it posed. As if to prove to herself she could resist the temptation this time, Becca did not log into SotF for the following week. Instead, she tried to focus on her work and catch up on some overdue projects, while she kept her mind busy and distracted, it seemed to help her ignore that itch. It also allowed her to recover from her minor injuries as well; when she did eventually log back in, both she and Shayde would be back in peak performance.

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“Welcome back, Cadet” Sarge greeted her in his usual gruff manner. “Almost thought you got scared away after getting your ass kicked so thoroughly last time.” Apparently, he had woken up and chosen violence today.

“Pretty snippy for a glorified virtual pet, aren’t we?” Shayde shot back with a smirk, before she noticed his appearance had changed somewhat. Gone where the camo pants and sleeveless top, now he wore a plain grey shirt under a black leather jacket with some large dark sunglasses. There was even a red glow in the eye which was usually a milky grey from the scar that ran vertically through it. “Are…you dressed like the Terminator?” she asked curiously.

“Good guess” the old wolf replied with a satisfied grin. “It’s Halloween weekend, so all NPC’s and AIs are done up like classic horror and Sci-Fi characters. That extends to the arenas and their AI’s as well” he gleefully informed her.

“Well, that should certainly make my next cadet match interesting” She sighed and looked around, spotting plenty of such characters. Everything from Doc Brown from Back to the Future, all the way to Freddy Kruger and everything in between. There was even a classic Alien Xenomorph walking around, though considering the variety in species available for competitors to select, Becca wasn’t sure if it was strictly a Halloween thing.

“It’s more than that” Sarge interrupted her train of thought rather abruptly. “This year they’re hosting a special cadet round. This time, you’ll not only be competing against your fellow cadets, but they have also increased the hostile AI” Sarge began to explain.

“Wait, what?” Shayde frowned in confusion as she looked up at the old wolf. “I know there is hostile AI in the arenas already, is this not the same thing?” she asked, hoping Sarge would be a little more forthcoming with information.

“You’re correct, usually there is hostile AI which will attack you if you encounter it” the Terminator themed wolf began to explain. “This year, they’ve decided on a themed cadet match. You’ll be dropped into the ‘Cursed Circus’ arena with three other cadets. The twist in this match is, the AI will be actively hunting you too, so you can either team up with the other cadets to fight against the AI and eliminate them all. Or you can just eliminate the other cadets the usual way” Sarge grinned down at her, as if he knew something else as well.

“What, why’re you grinning like that?” Shayde asked with growing annoyance, her tail curling and swaying with an agitated flick behind her. She really did admire all the programming that went into her avatar, Shayde’s natural movements and micro expressions were coded so damned well that it was rather hard to hide her emotions. It did also lend to understanding the other players as well, the majority of people would not be able to hide their true intentions and emotions under such circumstances.

“You’ve played dungeon games before, so this one should be right up your alley” the cocky wolf began to explain. “There is a boss AI in the circus, take him out and you win the match. But be warned, he’s not going to go down easy…well, at least not in the fighting sense. But if you do, there’s a change for a legendry item for whoever gets the final blow.”

“How many AI’s will be in the match?” Shayde asked pointedly, knowing that simply taking down a boss wouldn’t be that easy. There was always a catch and she knew it, especially when there was a prize that good on the line.

“Clever girl” Sarge chuckled and tapped a finger to his nose. “Sounds easier than it really is; there is a roaming zombie horde, hellhounds, reapers and a few other nasty surprises in there to name a few” he offered as if marking off items on a grocery shopping list. “The Butcher of course is the final boss. Being a circus as well, you won’t be able to solely rely on your senses to track anyone either. There will be lots of unusual sounds and smells, so you’ll almost be going in blind.”

“But at least that almost ensures a level playing field, right?” Shayde asked with more than a little scepticism. Sarge’s response of a simple shrug of his shoulders did nothing to bolster her confidence however.

From the sound of it, this next match would be one of the hardest she was likely to face. Not only would she possibly be facing off against three other human opponents, there was a laundry list of horror themed AIs to deal with as well. On top of that, the arena design was intended to hamper their characters natural abilities and senses as well, but at least that would level the playing field somewhat she supposed. This time she would need to be quick on her feet and stay alert, there was no telling what kind of hell she was about to be dropped into.

For a brief moment she considered backing out and waiting until after Halloween to complete her cadet matches, but the allure of obtaining a legendry item so soon was far too tempting. Especially after seeing how much Swift’s had increased her abilities, there was no telling what she would get that could possibly improve her skills. The possibilities ranged from everything such as speed and invisibility, to different schools of telekinesis, or even hostile AI control. Though the one which caught her attention the most was an ability called “Doppelganger”, the ability to spawn AI clones of herself. Undoubtedly that would be a very useful skill to have. Unfortunately, the drop rate of such an item was a fraction of a fraction of a percent, it was in the realm of myth and legend that it even actually existed within SotF at all. The prevailing rumour was that one of the original devs had left it in as an inside joke, an artifact for people to stumble across and spend untold hours on trying to find. The fact that legendries could potentially spawn in custom matches as well meant that such a rumour kept them going, which was also partially the reason for so many custom matches to always be on the go at any point in time.

The unwritten rule was that items would not spawn in custom matches with fewer than three real players as well, so they couldn’t just create one on one matches with friends, or fill the last two slots with AI players either. Another part to the rumours was that if a legendry item did spawn in a match where AI was present, their difficulty would be increased automatically as well. If an AI were to find the legendry, it would simply be returned to the loot table, which made hunting them rather difficult. Even more annoyingly, the legendry items were not always obvious or easy to find. More often than not, they just appeared as simple unassuming items within the arenas, so could very easily be missed.

With an event such as this however, the loot would be dropped from a boss, so the chances of missing it were slim to none. That at least would greatly increase her chances of actually getting her hands on the item, provided she could defeat The Butcher. Even then, she would have to make it past all the hostile AI and the other players to even get there in the first place, but even still, this was her best chance at getting one.

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Shayde only got a brief glimpse of the arena during the short fall down, just as Sarge had explained, it looked smaller than it actually was. This was a very unique arena as nothing was as it appeared, set out in a rectangular area a little bigger than a football field in size. From the short drop in, it appeared like a normal circus with the main structure in the center, surrounded by a Ferris wheel in the top right-hand corner, and what appeared to be a haunted house in the top left corner, with a few other smaller attractions or buildings on the lower side. Most of the circus was cast in an eerie glow from the sickly yellow lights dotted all around, as the arena’s time of day had been set to night time. What made it harder to spot anything smaller than a building however, was the persistent thick fog. The entire arena looked like something out of a classic horror movie, where visibility was severely limited, but there were constant creepy sounds and movement all around. The thick fog pressed in all around her oppressively, even though it carried the scent of fresh popcorn and cotton candy, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat claustrophobic. Even before she landed, Shayde could hear faint organ music playing from somewhere else in the circus, the cheery music sounded horribly misplaced and disjointed in the otherwise gloomy and depressing setting.

Shayde wouldn’t have much time to plan and prepare however, as soon as she landed in the usual Superhero landing pose, the growls and groans of the wandering zombie horde kicked up all around her. “Shit!” Shayde cursed; she had been dropped right in the middle of them. The designers had gone all in on the models it seemed, they looked terrifying with their dirty and ripped clothing. Along with portions of their flesh missing and their bones being exposed, which made their species hard to determine with how mangled they appeared. There was a mixture of everything, from even standard human zombies, right up to a hulking bull with a cracked horn and only a skull for a face. The jagged edges of his remaining flesh made it appear as if his face had been ripped off with a broken piece of glass, while the tatters of flesh and fur which hung loose along his jaw looked like some sort of macabre beard.

Sarge was right on another thing; she couldn’t smell anything worth a damn. Even the zombies carried with them a sickening putrefied stench, which blocked out every other scent around them. Thankfully the SotF designers had opted to keep these zombies as the slow moving and shambling hordes from the classic horror movies, which would be even more of a help, if only she wasn’t smack dab in the middle of the group. Every single one of the dozen or so corpses turned to face her, for a brief moment they stared back at one another before advancing. Dozens of hands in varying stages of decay all reached out for the black-on-black snow leopardess, some grabbing and ripping out tufts of her fur and others even managing to snag her meager clothing as they all tried to get a hold of their prey. More concerning where the other, less violent seeming zombies. She could feel their rough hands as they began to caress and fondle her more while her clothing was ripped away.

As much as she didn’t want to, the rules and settings of the game decreed that she be easily stimulated, even by such grotesque creatures. Shayde growled and struggled through the hordes grasp, even as fingers delved between her thighs or under her tail, some grabbing at her breasts almost a little too roughly, but she had to get free, no matter what. The feline hissed and twisted, her body contorting into unnatural angles as she tried to avoid their grasp; eventually she managed to slip away and beneath a brightly colored cart, which was steadily spilling fresh popcorn to the ground below. The ebony furred feline panted more from arousal than exertion once she was free, she could feel the growing warmth between her thighs and stiffening of her dark nipples already. If the zombies had this sort of effect on her, Shayde shuddered to think what other surprises lay in store for her during this match.

When she stood up on the opposite side of the popcorn cart and looked back through the glass panels, she was met with the visage of the skull faced bull staring right back at her with his milky white eyes and tears of blood. For a brief instant Shayde was frozen in place, only to be snapped out of her trance when the bull headbutted the cart and the sound of breaking glass pierced through the cacophony of gurgling groans from the horde behind the bull. Shayde turned on her heel and sprinted away from the zombie horde, climbing up boxes and crates until she could get up onto the rooves of the smaller buildings, to start making her way toward the main structure in the center of the arena. Logically, that would be where the big boss was, at least if the devs followed the usual game format, or so she hoped.

The horde was surprisingly persistent unfortunately, every time she thought she had escaped them, they suddenly appeared below her, surrounding which ever building she was on. Their arms outstretched and slamming the walls above them while they desperately tried to snag her feet or tail. Eventually Shayde ran out of rooftops to jump between, there was nothing but open ground between her and a side door leading into the main building. From above it had looked like a typical big top tent one would expect to see at a circus, but from down below, it was closer to a building with raised rooves painted to appear that way. Though the building was adorned with bright cheery colours and lights, there was an undoubtedly sinister air about it. The windows were all dark, but Shayde swore she could feel dozens of eyes staring out at her expectantly, as if some malicious force was just waiting for her to step inside before it pounced. Shayde knew she had to be careful, the zombies outside must have been the easiest of the AIs in the arena and they had already been a handful, things would surely only get more difficult once she got inside.

The shambling and groaning horde of corpses weren’t about to give her time to strategize either it seemed, her train of thought was derailed by the sound of wood cracking and the wooden hut she was currently perched atop began to shudder. As she had expected, when she peered down over the edge, the zombies were beginning to break through the walls and were attacking the support beams. The structure wouldn’t last for very long as it wasn’t very sturdy to begin with, barely four thin walls and a couple of beams to give it shape. Cursing under her breath, Shayde leaped to the ground below, rolling into the fall before getting to her feet and making a dash for the closest side door she had spotted earlier.

Almost instantly, the horde turned at the sound of her landing on the ground and gave chase, dozens of shambling corpses lurched after the much faster feline while she made her escape. Behind Shayde, she heard the final death groan of the structure she had just escaped, as it collapsed into a pile of rubble, trapping some of the horde beneath the debris in the process. As she sprinted across the open ground, Shayde spotted movement in the fog off to her right-hand side a few feet away. Something big was moving in the fog and keeping pace with her, it almost looked like a large feral wolf with its long loping gait. She could barely make out glowing blue teeth when it snarled at her with an electronic crackling growl, as if it were growling through a faulty microphone at her. With her heart pounding heavy in her chest, the snow leopardess darted through the open door, slamming it shut behind her and leaning against it to hold it closed while she caught her breath. It didn’t take long before the horde was at the door, slamming themselves against it repeatedly as they tried to break through and get at her. Shayde struggled to keep the door closed while digging her heels into the floor and pushing back with all her might, until a deep “thunk” sounded just above her head and a wooden beam was dropped down into the braces to hold the door shut.

From the gloom beside the ebony furred feline, a hand reached out and pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. Shayde almost yelped in fright, until she recognized a familiar spotted face staring back at her. It was Swift, the cheetah from her last match and she was indicating for Shayde to keep quiet. When Shayde nodded in understanding, the cheetah moved aside and knelt down to pick something up off the floor, while nodding ahead of them into the gloom. Up ahead, she could barely make out the shapes of a dozen or so robed figures, each standing a few feet apart from the other along the dark hallway. They were barely moving, it was hard to tell, but she could definitely see them sway ever so slightly, as if they were leaves in a gentle breeze. The passage was barely six feet across, with hardly any space between the figures, which in turn cast the room into a much deeper darkness in spots. The air smelled of dust and mould, which nearly made her sneeze, but it was also cold enough that it burned her lungs with every breath.

Shayde frowned down at Swift as the spotted feline rose to her feet again, holding a crumpled soft drink can in her hand. She watched as the can was tossed high into the air and landed with a clatter between three of the figures up ahead, who immediately lashed out with large, vicious looking scythes, which obliterated the can. Shayde stared back at Swift with wide eyes, her new friend simply nodded and placed a finger to her lips again in order to indicate silence was key here. Shayde had seen something similar before, in really old movies and series, usually they were sexy nurses with bandages covering their faces, or marble statues of angels. But these Death Reapers looked like the stereotypical death character, tall and skinny skeletons dressed in long black robes and wielding razor-sharp scythes. She hadn’t noticed it before, but the horde had stopped pounding on the door outside by now as well, the hallway was absolutely silent, which only served to heighten Shayde’s sense of dread.

Swift led the way, keeping low and moving very slowly as she picked her way between the robed figures. The door on the opposite side of passageway was ajar, casting only enough light to allow Shayde to see the vague outline of the figures in the oppressive gloom. A fact she was soon thankful for when she caught a glimpse at one of their faces; the figures face looked like a human skeleton with its jaw parted wide, as if stuck in a permanent scream, but no sound was coming out of its mouth. Even without eyes in the empty dark pits, she couldn’t help but feel they were filled with sorrow and agony, that these things were stuck in eternal torment. The thought sent a shudder down her spine, which caused her tail to flick just enough to brush against the robe of the skeleton behind and a little to the side of her.

Shayde winced at the faint hiss of the scythes blade as it sliced through the air and the hooked tip pierced deep into the ground just behind her, a hair shy of lopping off the tip of her tail. It seemed sound wasn’t the only thing which set these Death Reapers off, even the slightest touch would trigger them too. The ebony furred feline turned back to look at Swift, who was staring wide eyed back at her, the two women shared a brief nod before proceeding with even more caution than before, it that was even possible.

After what felt like an excruciatingly long crawl, Shayde and Swift finally made it to the opposite door. They were almost free, all they had to do now was slip through the door and close it behind them. Fate was not on their side however, when Swift reached out to pull the door open a little further, the rusted joints creaked slightly. Behind Shayde, the sound of ruffling cloth and bony feet clicking on the wooden floor could be heard. When she turned to peer over her shoulder, every last one of the robed figures was staring straight at her with their scythes raised and poised to strike. As urgently, but also as carefully as she could, Shayde tapped Swift on the shoulder to get her attention and nodded back behind them, in the direction of the robed figures. When the cheetah finally looked past her friend’s shoulder, her eyes went wide as she mouthed “oh shit” to the snow leopardess.

“Sorry” Swift again mouthed silently at Shayde, making the black-on-black snow leopardess frown in confusion. She watched in almost slow motion as the cheetah maintained eye contact while reaching behind herself for the door, she was about to sacrifice Shayde in order to make her escape!

Just as she had predicted, Swift yanked the door open wide with a loud squeal of rusty hinges. What Shayde was not expecting however, was for Swift to open the door wide enough to push her through first. As she tumbled out onto into a narrow hallway running perpendicular to the passage she had just been ejected from, Shayde stared back through the open door at the golden blur that was Swift. The black spotted, golden furred feline was darting between the skeleton’s as they each lashed out at her in turn with their scythes. The cheetah was moving too fast for Shayde to see clearly what was happening, but she had managed to turn all of the Death Reapers back around to face the outer door, from where they had first come through, before she rocketed back out the now open door and slammed it shut behind her with finality. A chorus of otherworldly wailing screams could be heard from behind the now shut door, as if the Reapers had been denied that which they desired most, another corpse to join their numbers.

“That was close!” Swift laughed, as she suddenly appeared in a pile of panting spots beside the stunned looking dark furred snow leopardess.

“You’re telling me” Shayde replied as she reached up to gently touch a cut at the cheetah’s shoulder. Her clothing had been ripped in places as well, indicating just how close the Death Reapers had gotten to cutting her to ribbons. “That was stupid; brave…but stupid. Thank you” she mumbled and leaned in to give the spotted golden furred feline a hug.

“Easy there, we’re still in a match. I might need to sacrifice your ass to save mine soon enough” Swift teased with a playful smirk.

“Fair enough” Shayde laughed in response.

Shayde was the first to her feet and helped Swift to stand soon after, looking down the hallway in both directions, nothing stood out immediately to indicate which route to take. They did notice however, the passage leading away from them on either side was far longer than should have been possible, especially compared to how big the structure had appeared from the outside. There were dozens of other passages branching off in each direction as well, no doubt this section would turn into quite a maze with untold dangers lurking in every corner and shadow. The passages were further obscured by seemingly random blasts of steam from the numerous pipes running along channels over head, which also added to the uncomfortable heat starting to seep into their cores. The sudden shock of the temperature change between the rooms brought on an almost immediate perspiration for both felines as they looked around, squinting into the flashing red of the emergency lights providing the only source of light along the halls, outside of their singular yellow florescent bulbs halo shining down from above them. Again, Shayde marvelled at the level of suggestive detail programming which had gone into the arena, the halls even smelled faintly of damp concrete and slightly wet paint. When she touched the rough textured walls, she could almost feel a slight dampness from the steam, which gave them their muted shine every time the red lights scattered across their surface.

“Which way…” Shayde began to ask, but was cut off by Swift raising her hand to silence the black-on-black furred snow leopardess. The cheetah seemed to be staring off into the gloom down the passage before her, her rounded ears perked and twitching a little as if she were listening for something.

“Over here” a soft voice called faintly from the darkness, further down on their left hand side of the passage they now stood in.

“Did you hear that?” Swift asked, looking at Shayde with a raised brow. Both women paused and held their breath for what felt an eternity, letting nothing but the occasional hiss of releasing steam surrounded them.

“Over here” the voice called again eventually, sounding not very far away.

“Yeah…think it’s a trap?” Shayde asked as she tried to peer down into the darkness in futility.

“In this hellhole? Definitely” The cheetah sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “But it could also be another player, at least we’re together, so strength in numbers I suppose.” Shayde sighed inwardly at that, Swift had pretty much agreed to a truce or partnership for the time being, so at least that was one less thing to worry about. It did make her feel a lot better having a friend to back her up in this strange macabre circus event at the very least.

The hallways and sounds were both deceptive, every intersection they came to, Shayde and Swift paused to listen. Somehow the voice never seemed to be getting any closer, it always sounded like it was coming from just one more passage away. By now they had walked far enough away that the door leading to the Death Reapers was no longer visible behind them. Just as they were about to give up on finding the source of the voice, a slender shape appeared partway down the next passage finally.

Shayde and Swift slowly approached what appeared to be a slender ivory furred lioness, with long dark hair. Knowing her classic comic book history, Shayde couldn’t help but think the lioness was dressed in the classic X-Men Psylocke outfit and overall look to boot.

“Wait, I think I know her” Swift muttered as they approached and got a better look at the stranger. “Yeah…yeah, her name is…Trinity. I met her while practicing the other day” the cheetah seemed to relax as she recognized the stranger and approached with her arms outstretched as if offering a hug. “Hey Trin! Didn’t know you were in here with us, want to join my team?”

“Your team?” Shayde scoffed with a grin.

“Hey, I just saved your ass…twice” She paused and turned to look back at her ebony furred friend. “What the…” Swift’s expression instantly changed from amusement to confusion as she looked past Shayde, at another person who had stepped out into the open.

Swift yelped in surprise as the lioness behind her leapt into action, an arm locking about her throat with surprising strength as Trinity’s other hand brushed down across the cheetah’s taut belly and beneath the front of her green spandex leggings. Shayde watched with surprise as the lioness easily wrestled with the cheetah, while her fingers worked beneath her friends clothing. Already she could see Swift starting to react to the insistent touches of the other woman. Strangely though, Shayde noticed that her friend looked more confused than anything else, despite her current predicament. Trinity’s fingers were clearly having an effect though, as soon enough, even over the hiss of the steam from the pipes above, Shayde could hear the obvious slickness coating the lioness’s fingers when they plunged in deep while she toyed with the weaker cheetah.

“That’s not me” a familiar voice stated, as the stranger approached from behind Shayde. Shayde turned to face the newcomer and suddenly understood why Swift frowned in confusion, when she found herself staring at an identical ivory furred lioness.

“What the fuck…” Swift groaned out while trying not to buck her hips into the fingers currently pumping in and out of her, but was immediately cut short when the new Trinity launched straight at her. The cheetah barely managed to duck out the way of the blow, thanks to the other Trinity’s grip about her throat, and turned in time to watch as the new lioness’s fist impacted with the old Trinity’s jaw, right where her head had been a moment earlier. Swift side stepped the two brawling lioness’s and stood beside Shayde, while they tried to make sense of what was going on, but they were both at a loss. At first Shayde thought Trinity must have had the Doppelganger legendary already, but then why would she be fighting her clone? Surely it would be easier for her and the clone to take on Swift and her at the same time to even the odds.

“You might look like me, but you don’t fight dirty like me, cabrón” Trinity growled at her doppelganger, just as she kicked low and landed a hard blow to the other lioness’s right knee. Surprisingly, even though the limb buckled painfully in the wrong direction, the lioness barely registered the blow and even took a step forward with a sickening crunch as the dislocated joint ground and cracked angrily. Trinity however, wasted no time as she next spun around, raising her left leg high to catch the imposters jaw with a roundhouse. The blow connected square on the imposters chin and dislocated it at a hideous angle, now hanging limp and swaying with every move of the creature’s head. The creature simply snapped its head back to glare at the real Trinity, while letting loose a choked laugh with its broken jaw flapping limp below.

Both Shayde and Swift watched the fight with a mixture of awe and disgust, it seemed no matter what Trinity did to her doppelganger, the damned thing refused to go down and just kept coming. They were so engrossed in watching the scene unfold before them that they had all but forgotten why they were even there in the first place. It wasn’t until Shayde’s ears twitched at a sound that hadn’t been present there before that she would turn around and stare back along the hallway behind them. At first, she couldn’t see anything but the blinking red lights through the steam, at least until the darkness consumed even that.

She couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched however and continued to stare, but there was nothing visible as far as she could see. Until there was just the slightest hint of movement in the dark, barely perceptible, but the longer she stared, the more convinced she became that it was real. The snow leopardess reached out dumbly beside her and tapped Swift on the shoulder to get her attention before muttering “There’s something there, in the dark…”

“What, where?” Swift asked, but as soon as the words left her lips, a pair of glowing blue eyes that seemed to be looking around for something appeared in the darkness. “What the hell?” the cheetah mumbled as she took a step closer.

“Oh shit…a Hellhound!” Shayde suddenly realized what it was that she’d seen outside while being pursued by the zombie horde. No sooner had she made the realization that the Hellhound’s gaze lifted and locked right onto her. It’s glowing blue grin slowly stretched out across its muzzle and became visible, when its lips curled back in a deadly snarl, right before it broke out into a full sprint toward them.

“How the fuck do you fight a Hellhound!?” Swift asked, her voice clearly panicked as she took a step back.

“You don’t; you run!” Trinity yelled from behind them, right as she leapt up into the air in order to kick both her feet into the centre of her doppelganger’s chest. The blow sent the creature stumbling backward and between both Shayde and Swift, right into the path of the oncoming Hellhound. “Move your asses, putas!” Trinity shouted, even as she was in the process or flipping herself back onto her feet from the ground and making a run for it.

Shayde watched for a second as the lioness’s doppelganger was snatched up by the Hellhound, which she could now see looked like a large black wolf with glowing blue eyes and mouth. There also appeared to be black flame in place of fur covering the creature, and even though its eyes had no pupils, Shayde could feel the beast staring at her malevolently. Its saliva sizzled like acid on the floor as it began ripping into the doppelganger, the lioness thing’s limbs cracking and snapping like dry kindling between the Hellhound’s strong jaws. The most unnerving thing of all was how the lioness stared emotionlessly at Shayde, while laughing that same strangled and gurgled laugh like before as it was being ripped apart and eaten. Unable to watch any longer, Shayde finally turned and began to run after Swift and the real Trinity along the passage.

They twisted and turned through the corridors, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the Hellhound as possible before it finished its meal. There was no telling how long the doppelganger would make for an adequate chew toy to keep it distracted. Unfortunately, they soon found that the Hellhound was not the only thing to be worried about in the halls. It seemed the zombie horde had managed to find a way into the main structure as well, their groans and unintelligible cries echoed down the halls as soon as they spotted the three felines. Felines who rightfully didn’t stick around for them and immediately bolted in the opposite direction.

It felt like they had been running for ages, bumping into untold number of horrors, all which joined in the pursuit once they spotted the three women. Shayde began to wonder what had happened to the fourth contestant as there hadn’t been any notice of anyone being eliminated yet, but they had also not even seen a hint of them anywhere so far. Shayde got her answer finally, after a few more twists and turns through the seemingly endless corridors.

“Do you hear that?” Swift asked as she paused briefly, her head tilting to the side as she listened to faint noises coming from one of the other passages.

“Sounds like fighting” Trinity agreed as she slowly canted her head side to side, as if trying to discern which direction it was coming from. “Over there!” she pointed and began to walk slowly toward a door.

“Boss room” Shayde noted, as soon as they got close enough to get a good look at the door.

“What, how do you know that?” The lioness asked with a healthy dose of scepticism.

“It’s different to all the rest of the doors we’ve passed” Shayde offered, pointing at the thick iron bands across the middle of the door and the old styled iron ring door handle. “The rest have been rather modern looking wooden and metal doors. This looks like it was pulled right out of the medieval times.”

“Not just a pretty face” Trinity noted with an approving smile. “Lead the way, chica” the lioness offered, stepping aside and waving a hand toward the door.

“Thanks…” Shayde laughed and rolled her eyes at the lioness, before stepping in and reaching out to grab the iron ringed door handle. This was definitely no ordinary door, unlike the others they had rushed through with relative ease, this one required her to use her entire body to pull open. Beyond the door there appeared to be a large circular chamber, with a raised ring around the outside, which they were currently stood atop. The three felines stepped inside the room and began making their way to the edge of the platform they were standing on, now they could clearly hear the sounds of fighting down below. As soon as the last of them stepped inside the room, the door slammed shut with a deafening boom, sealing them inside.

“Fresh meat!” a deep, rumbling voice boomed from below. Sure enough, when they looked down over the edge, they saw The Butcher engaged in battle with the until now, missing fourth player.

The large chamber below was made to look like the most cruel medieval torture dungeon, complete with a stretching rack on one side of the room and a Catherine’s wheel on the other end. There was every device from a Judas cradle to an Iron Maiden, with everything in between scattered around the room. Dozens of wooden tables were placed around the room, each with untold nightmarish devices haphazardly scattered across them. There were also hanging cages with gaunt looking corpses hanging from the ceiling in certain spots, the bone thin limbs of the cage’s occupants reaching out as if pleading for mercy and freedom that never came. Even on the Catherine wheel there was what looked to have been a large bull at one time, their limbs and body now mangled and barely recognizable, save for their horns. Along the walls were dozens of iron shackles, some with skeletons still trapped within their unbreakable grasp. Their sightless eyes staring up at the three felines looking down upon them, jaws stuck open in an eternal silent scream.

All of that paled in comparison to the downright demonic looking Butcher, a large red furred polycerate goat. With his four horns, two of which curled down from just beside his ears toward his chin, while the larger pair curled back in an almost graceful arc. His hide was marked with dozens of scars and wounds from countless fights. While he had a muscle gut, his chest and arms were ripped with chiselled muscle. In his right hand he carried a large, chipped and rusty looking cleaver, while in his left was a vicious looking iron hook attached to a chain. Every step he took, his cloven hooves sounded like they were nearly cracking the stone floor of the arena below beneath his considerable bulk.

Standing before The Butcher and trying to put up as much of a fight as he could, was a large white stag with golden antlers. He was clutching a crude spear in his hands and was trying to stay at distance from the large goat, while at the same time trying to jab him with the dull looking iron spear tip. Every time he thrust forward with the spear, The Butcher just swatted his blows aside and laughed mockingly.

“You can do better than that, boy!” the goat bellowed, goading the stag into attacking. It seemed to be working as well, especially when the cervine finally spotted the three felines watching him from above. The stag knew his chances of getting the legendry would be lost if any of them managed to down the boss, so it was now or never. With a defiant roar, the stag charged and aimed his spear for The Butcher’s left eye. The room fell silent for a long, tense moment; neither The Butcher or the stag moved.

Before Shayde could ask what had happened, the goat began to laugh, his shoulders heaving with every exhalation of breath. It was then she noticed he had managed to catch the stag’s spear with his hook, stopping it barely an inch from piercing his eye. “Good try, boy, but not good enough!” The Butcher bellowed, just as he raised a cloven-hoofed foot and kicked hard, right at the centre of the stag’s chest. Shayde swore she heard ribs crack from the mighty blow as he went stumbling back and slammed into the stone wall behind him. As soon as his back hit the wall, the iron shackles which had been hanging motionless the entire time, suddenly sprung to life as if they were living serpents. They immediately snapped down shut around the stag’s wrists and pulled his arms outwards, forcing him into a T-pose.

Shayde had been right, she had heard his ribs crack, even now she could see blood dripping from his chin and leaving red dots along his white furred chest. Even still, the stag glared defiantly at the much larger red furred goat. His muscles flexed and strained as he fought to free himself from the iron shackles, but it was of no use, he was bound in place and helpless before The Butcher. The three felines watched as the goat’s weapons briefly flickered and then just simply vanished, leaving his hands free. At least they knew he wasn’t going to slice or gouge the stag with them, but then considering the game they were in, the alternative probably wasn’t much better.

They watched as The Butcher reached up to grab at the stag’s muzzle, his large palm covering his captive’s mouth and nose as he gripped tight and made it near impossible to breath. Sure enough, within moments the stag was thrashing and bucking, trying to free his muzzle from the goat’s grasp and take a gulp of air, but The Butcher’s grasp was simply impossible to escape. There was an almost menacing glint in the goat’s eye, as if for a brief moment, he was considering just finishing the stag like this, but at the last moment, he must have changed his mind. The Butcher pulled the stags head away from the wall a little, only to roughly slam him back against the brick wall, hard enough to crack one of his antlers. The stag went limp as he was stunned into submission, hanging heavily from the shackles about his wrists.

Satisfied that his prey wouldn’t be putting up any more resistance, The Butcher made his move. His tattered loincloth was cast aside to reveal a rather thick and angry looking ebony shaft, which was easily as big and thick as Shayde’s forearm. The stag’s legs were gripped behind the knees and lifted while being spread apart, leaving his rear exposed and vulnerable. There was no mistaking The Butcher’s entry into his victim as the stag quickly snapped wide awake with a pained cry. They could hear the sounds of flesh on flesh as the goat began to instantly buck in and out of the whimpering stag. Up on the platform above, the three felines quietly shifted to one side to get a better angle. As expected, despite his cries of discomfort and perhaps even agony, the stag was sporting a thick and throbbing erection of his own. Just as she had seen with that fox the first time, clearly the stag wasn’t partial to being on the receiving end, but that didn’t mean the games sensors wouldn’t make him enjoy it regardless. Barely half a dozen thrusts in and the cervine’s cock was bouncing and spitting sticky strands of precum across his toned abdomen and even right the way up to his chest.

“We should attack now, while he’s distracted” Trinity whispered coarsely, without taking her eyes off the action below.

“Agreed, we should spread out and attack from multiple fronts” Swift acknowledged, already on the move and shifting to the left and away from Shayde and the lioness. “See if you can find anything to use as a weapon or at least immobilize him. I don’t think we could take him in a head on fight.”

Time was of the utmost importance here, there was no telling how long the stag would be able to hold out before he climaxed. As soon as he did, The Butcher would be free and no longer distracted to deal with them. Swift moved to the left-hand side of the arena, while Trinity circled around to the right. Shayde returned to where they had entered the room and was now standing behind The Butcher, but also the furthest away from him. Trinity raised her hand with fingers extended, lowering one by one as she counted down, as soon as the last finger curled into a fist, all three women jumped down into the arena as quietly as they could.

The Butcher didn’t seem to notice them, or at least if he did, he didn’t show as much. The goat just kept on bucking into the whimpering and bleating stag’s backside with heavy flesh on flesh smacks, his large dark balls swaying and brushing along the underside of his captive’s tail. All Shayde could see of the stag were his legs wrapped about the goat’s waist and his hands clutching tightly at the chains attached to the shackles about his wrists. Off to the left, Trinity had found what looked to be a large, spiked paddle which was made from a heavy wooden plank with nails driven through it at varying angles. On her right, Swift had picked up a pair of shackles, similar to what had snagged the stag, but these were more akin to oversized handcuffs. In an instant, Shayde understood with that cheetah intended, there was no way to subdue his wrists, but they should be able to at least shackle The Butcher’s legs and remove his mobility.

The buzzer sounded from above, echoing off the chamber’s walls. With a brief glance upwards, Shayde saw the announcement stating that “Player: Pierce, eliminated by hostile AI”. The stag’s name was Pierce apparently, but that wasn’t of concern right now. What really mattered was that The Butcher was no longer distracted, and now he was turning around to grin at the three felines trying to sneak up on him.

“Fresh meat!” the goat bellowed again, his cleaver and hook suddenly materializing back in his hands. Immediately he lifted his cleaver up high and brought it down with a mighty throw in Trinity’s direction.

“Shit!” was all the lioness managed to say, just as she tried to raise the thick wooden paddle to block the incoming projectile. The force was simply too much and the lioness was sent crashing back through a wooden table covered with an assortment of torture devices. Trinity lay motionless amongst the rubble and debris, the cleaver had hit the paddle so hard it slammed back into her face and had knocked her out cold.

“Try distract him while I get these shackles on!” Swift yelled as she began to blur, before vanishing and darting around the room at super speed. Shayde dashed forward, grabbing the stag’s dropped spear and charging The Butcher with an almighty yell. She should have known something was wrong when the goat didn’t so much as look at her, he just stared straight ahead and let his eyes flicker side to side, as if he were tracking something.

“Swift, don’t!” Shayde tried to yell, but it was of no use. The Butcher easily grabbed the shaft of the spear an inch before the pointed tip even pierced his hide, with a jerk beside and past him, he tugged Shayde off her feet with surprising strength. Even as she stumbled within arm’s reach of the goat, the large creature just swatted her aside like an annoying insect.

Pain flared at the side of her head from the blow, sending the black-on-black snow leopardess stumbling away and into the wall, close to where the stag had been caught only moments ago. Sure enough, the snake-like iron shackles hissed and scraped along the walls as they lashed out and snapped down tight about her wrists, retreating back and pulling her roughly against the cold stone walls of the dungeon with her arms stretched out beside her. It was all up to Swift now, she was the last one left standing and able to fight.

Shayde couldn’t see much of the arena from how she was pulled tight, face first against the stone wall. She could only partially see The Butcher standing behind her as he raised his iron hook and swung it around on the chain, like a cowboy about to rope a steer. Surely, he couldn’t catch Swift with that hook though, she was moving too fast, wasn’t she? For a long tense moment, the goat just stood in place, patiently swinging his hook around, until with lighting speed, he launched it in a seemingly random direction.

The direction was anything but random apparently, he hadn’t thrown it at Swift, instead he had figured out her pattern and launched it to where she was heading. It worked too, the thick chain wrapped about her feet like a tripwire and sent the cheetah tumbling into another of the wooden tables with a loud clattering of instruments being sent flying.

“C’mere, kitty!” The Butcher hollered with a booming laugh, tugging back on the chain now attached to the cheetah, who was frantically trying to free herself. It was clearly a game mechanic though, no matter how hard she tried, it seemed that once the chain was wrapped about someone, they could not escape it. So, the goat simply hauled Swift in like a fish on a hook, until he was holding her hanging upside down from her ankles. The red furred goat cast his dark black pits of eyes over at Shayde still trapped against the wall, before looking over at the still passed out Trinity. With a snort of amusement, he tossed the other end of his chain up high, over a beam high above the chamber and just left Swift hanging like a piñata. Clearly with Shayde and the Cheetah now immobilized, he correctly calculated that the lioness was the most dangerous of the three, at least if she woke up. Which she finally appeared to be doing, Shayde could hear a soft groan from the pile of rubble.

“Wake up Trin, he’s coming for you!” she tried to shout, but it was already too late. The Butcher was already on the lioness, grabbing one of her ankles and hauling her bodily from the rubble as if she weighed nothing. Shayde could do nothing but watch as the goat carried the lioness over to one of the undisturbed tables and slammed her face down on it. The sound of Trinity’s breath being forced from her lungs was unmistakable, her next groan came out laboured and ragged as she gasped for air. Not that The Butcher cared, he simply grabbed her by the scruff in one large hand to pin her in place, while the other roughly grasped and pulled the lioness’s tail up painfully high. Trinity tried in vain to free herself, but she was no match for the large beast, even before he’d knocked the wind from her. At least his aim was true, Shayde briefly thought to herself, when the goat bucked forward. She had more than expected him to fuck the lioness up the ass, but surprisingly he didn’t. Even still, the thick ebony shaft of his was still not an easy thing to take up her cunt.

Shayde could see the lioness grit her teeth and her claws scratch against the wooden table beneath her when The Butcher began to buck into her roughly. She couldn’t do anything but take it, his broad hips slapping firmly against her behind with every deep thrust. At least the pleasure sensors kicked in rather quickly, so even despite the obscene size of the goat cock pummelling her insides, Trinity soon began to pant and gasp in unbidden pleasure. Try as she might, the lioness just couldn’t resist the ever-growing pleasure as the goat firmly and roughly rutted her over the table. As solid as the table had appeared at first, the force with which The Butcher was slamming his cock home inside the smaller lioness was making the wood groan in protest, his thick ebony shaft withdrawing almost the entire way out, before slamming back deep inside her ivory frame. Shayde watched as Trinity’s grimace soon turned into a needy pant, her eyes beginning to roll into the back of her head, she was done for. The buzzer sounded and up above, the announcement was broadcast that “Player: Trinity, eliminated by hostile AI” and the active player count was now down to two out of four players.

It was just Swift and her left now, but who would The Butcher go for next? The large red furred goat turned around with a grin full of malice as he looked back and forth between his next two victims, his thick rampant erection bobbed and bounced ominously before him, still dripping a mixture of his own precum and Trinity’s climax to the floor before him, like venom from a deadly serpent. He seemed to be sizing them up again, as if calculating who was the bigger threat and which one of them needed to be dealt with first before making his next move.

Shayde wasn’t sure if she was happy or insulted that The Butcher chose to deal with Swift next, which meant she was a lower priority target or just not seen as that much of a threat. Again, the goat made his move and walked over to where the cheetah was still hanging upside down from the rafters. “Pretty kitty” his deep, gravely voice came out, sounding unnaturally wrong somehow. As if his vocal cords had been mangled by a blender and then drowned in a vat of viscous oil. His large, clawed hands reached out and began ripping at what remained of Swift’s outfit, until she was stripped bare. It was obvious what he wanted from her as he ground his length against her face rather insistently, but the cheetah refused and kept her lips sealed shut tightly. At least until he grabbed at her tail and yanked on it rather painfully, which made Swift cry out. As soon as she did, The Butcher shoved his thick length into her maw and forced his way deep down into her throat.

Shayde couldn’t really see what was happening, but from the bits she was able to glimpse from the corner of her eye, Swift was being choked on the goat’s thick cock. Even her claws scratching at his hips and thighs would not dissuade The Butcher from enjoying her muzzle and throat, making the cheetah gasp for breath every chance she could. What was worse was that it seemed the goat was in no rush to eliminate her, which meant he would probably take even longer on Shayde, when her time came at any rate.

She knew she needed to try get free, but the shackles were just too damned tight and there didn’t even seem to be a keyhole to unlock them. So, how the hell was she meant to free herself before The Butcher came for her anyway? In anger, Shayde slammed her fists against the wall, but as she did so, she felt one of the stones move. With a growing curiosity, she pushed the stone aside, noticing it wouldn’t come out of the wall entirely, but instead seemed to be pinned in place with a hinge. This was clearly an intentional design for a hidden compartment, but inside there was nothing, at least nothing she could immediately see. Behind her she could still hear Swift choking on the beast’s cock, which meant she had some time still. The ebony furred snow leopardess cautiously reached up and into the dark opening, not sure what she would find inside. At the very least, she hoped to find a lever which would open her shackles, but instead all she found was a small black ring.

There was nothing interesting about the ring at all, it was just a flat black circle which felt like a mixture between metal and stone. Its only remarkable quality was that it felt surprisingly heavy for its narrow design. With nothing left to lose, Shayde slipped the ring awkwardly onto her finger, after nearly dropping it in the process. “Activate power? Y/N” suddenly appeared before her eyes.

“No, no, no…not there!” Swift cried out as she was sunk down onto The Butcher’s thick and eager prick. He had grown tired of choking her with his cock and now wanted something tighter to bury himself into. The cheetah had at least been released from the chains about her ankles and turned the right way up by now, but it was at the expense of being carried over to a large wooden seat, where the large goat was now forcing the smaller spotted feline down into his lap. Not only that, but he was also forcing that thick ebony shaft back under her tail and completely ignoring her cunt. “Fuck!” she groaned out loud as the broad tip of his length spread her little pink tail hole wide before he forced a couple of inches inside her. Swift tried to fight it with all her might, pushing up off the armrests of the large wooden throne as the goat gripped about her waist and pushed her downward insistently. She was just no match for his strength and gradually, she was impaled on his thick and throbbing length, until she sported a bit of a bulge in her abdomen from being so filled with his cock.

Swift’s tail lashed about angrily behind her as she was once again taken from behind, this time with an even bigger cock that the last time. The irony wasn’t lost on her, of course the game would fuck her the one way she was not keen on, just to drive the point home that she had lost this match. Even as that thought coalesced in her mind, The Butcher began bouncing her in his lap as if she were a glorified fucktoy. Her limbs bounced and flopped with the ever-growing pace of her butt being stuffed again, strangely though, this time it didn’t feel as bad as it had with that damned croc. This time, she actually was starting to feel some pleasure from being fucked like this. “No, not like this…” she whimpered to no one in particular, her eyes closing as she tried to fight and ignore the growing pleasure. Her Sarge had warned her there were additional things to worry about in this unique match, perhaps this was just one of them. Surely, she wouldn’t be getting off from being fucked in the ass? Such things were disgusting to her, she had no interesting in them, they were an abomination to the world. But still, there was no denying the growing pleasure as she was helplessly bounced in the large goat’s lap. “Yes…” she heard her voice cry out; her eyes snapped open as she realized she had actually moaned in pleasure from this. Even her hands were now reaching up above herself as she gripped at The Butcher’s lower horns while she rode him. He wasn’t even fucking her now; she was the one actively bouncing in his lap! She couldn’t stop herself; she could feel that familiar welling up of pleasure starting to grow at her core, her climax was growing with every motion of her hips, but still she raised and lowered herself onto his thick ebony cock. God, she could feel how wet her cunt was from this too, she hadn’t even touched her pussy yet and already she swore she could feel herself beginning to drip. Even her breasts were starting to bounce and sway with how eagerly she worked The Butcher’s cock in and out of her own tight spotted behind.

“No!” the cheetah cried out in disbelief, but it was too late, the buzzer sounded. “Player: Swift, eliminated by hostile AI” the announcement read, updating to reflect that there was now only one active player left.

Shayde struggled against the shackles holding her in place; she could hear the heavy footfalls of The Butcher approaching from behind. He had eliminated Swift and now it was her turn, unfortunately she was still shackled in place and unable to defend herself. Large hands reached out for her, one gripping and lifting her tail painfully, while the other grasped behind her right knee and forced her leg up into the air and out the way. Just as Swift had endured it, so too would Shayde, as the goats broad tip found its mark beneath her tail and ground threateningly against her dark-skinned pucker. She didn’t have a chance to beg or try escape it, before the large beast began pushing his hips forward and his thickness stretched her wide.

Even though she was not as deadest against anal like her cheetah friend was, taking such a thick cock under her tail was no easy task. The black-on-black snow leopardess growled and hissed as she was stretched painfully wide to accept his girth. The bastard didn’t even wait for her to adjust before he began forcing more inches inside her, not stopping until his hips finally met her pert spotted rump cheeks. Shayde could feel the obscene belly bulge rub against the stone wall before her as she took The Butcher to the hilt, feeling uncomfortably full, actually over-full if she thought about it. Thankfully the games pain sensors meant this sort of thing felt nowhere near as bad as it should, especially when he started to fuck her. At first it started out feeling uncomfortable, then soon shifted into just being numb. By the time he’d taken half a dozen strokes beneath her flicking and lashing tail, it actually didn’t feel too bad, she idly thought to herself. His sharp claws dug into her hips as he tugged her back against his every thrust, almost bouncing her forward with his eager efforts of fucking his bound prisoner.

It was then her plan was executed, another copy of the black-on-black snow leopardess appeared on his left side as she ducked down low and clamped the shackles Swift had intended to use on him, finally. It took a moment for the beast to register what had happened, his huffs of pleasure quickly turned into snorts of anger as he tried to step back and turn to face his new opponent, only to stumble and fall. The Butcher crashed to the floor with a solid thump, his head having slammed into the corner of the stretching rack on the way down and dazing him. No sooner was he on the ground would another Shayde clone appear beside the first, quickly shackling his wrists with another pair of shackles which she looped around the leg of the stretching rack and completely immobilizing the large beast.

The real Shayde watched from her spot against the wall with a satisfied smirk as her doppelganger’s mounted the now helpless goat and began to ride him. Her asshole ached from taking his thickness so suddenly and without any preparation, so watching the beast struggle and strain against his own shackles as he was now used seemed like fitting retribution. One of her clones straddled his face and eagerly ground herself down against his snout, while the other sunk his thickness deep inside her cunt. Shayde watched with morbid fascination as another one of her began bouncing up and down on the goat’s thick ebony spear, she could see how that thick cock was stretching her doppelganger’s snug little cunt, so it was no surprise that her tail hole ached from having been fucked by it.

Up above each of her doppelganger’s head was a timer which was slowly counting down, however. Shayde remembered reading in the item notes that Doppelganger clones were limited to only a few minutes on each use, so now it was a race between if they would be able to outlast The Butcher or not before vanishing. “Faster!” she called out, trying to get her clones to finish the goat off before their time ran out, but they had been in hiding too long it seemed. The Butcher didn’t look like he was getting any closer to climax, worryingly. “Shit…” Shayde hissed as the timer began flashing, counting down from ten, all the way to zero, when her doppelgangers just faded from existence.

“Bitch!” The Butcher bellowed, seeming to enter what she knew was the kill phase of boss encounters. In most RPG’s, this was the phase when the boss was in the last few percentages of their health and time was beginning to run out, so their damage was increased. Her suspicions were confirmed when the goat suddenly snapped the shackles as if they were made of cheap plastic. The look of anger in his eyes made her very afraid, she was still locked in place and very vulnerable still. There was no telling what he would do to her now.

Shayde cried out as The Butcher gripped behind her head and slammed her face into the stone wall before her, while his other hand once again painfully tugged up on her tail. She should have expected as much when the bastard sunk himself back under her tail, this time in one firm thrust. It was as if the fucking boss had been programmed by Razor, the way he made her cry out while intent on reaming her backdoor. At least the pain seemed to reset her earlier pleasure buildup, this time as the goat fucked her ass, there was no pleasure in it, at least not yet.

But that seemed to work in her favour however, as The Butcher began to build up speed, she suddenly heard a strange below burst from him. Along with an uncomfortably hot feeling spreading deep inside her guts, just before the buzzer sounded again. This time the announcement read “Dungeon Boss defeated by player, Shayde wins!””

She barely had time to register that she had won before that same feeling of being pulled backwards into the void consumed her. The victory notice blinked in bright flashing red text in the otherwise pitch-black void around her. She had won, barely.

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“You won!?” Swift yelped and scooped Shayde up in a hug as soon as she appeared on the transport pad again.

“Barely” Shayde replied, blushing a little at her friends’ excitement.

“How’d you do it, chica?” Trinity asked with a grin, appearing beside Swift.

“What do you mean, didn’t you spectate the rest of the match?” Shayde asked in confusion, surely they must have seen her use the Doppelganger ability ring.

“No, it wouldn’t let us watch the end” Swift replied with an obvious note of annoyance. “I guess because it was a special event, they didn’t want to give away too much, in case they used it again next year.”

“So? Spill” Trinity asked with a friendly nudge at the snow leopardess’s shoulder.

“Well, I guess the shackles were tied into his concentration somehow” she began to explain, trying to make up a believable story so she wouldn’t have to give up the fact she had gotten her hands on a legendry item. “After he finished you off, Swift, he came for me next. While he was busy stuffing my butt…which wasn’t that much fun I might add…” Shayde continued, being briefly interrupted by Swift.

“I know, what’s with all the anal? It’s like the creator of this place was a major fan of it or something…” Swift agreed, just as she and Shayde turned to look at something beside them for a split second.

“I know, right?” Shayde nodded in agreement before continuing. “Anyway, while he was rearranging my guts, he must’ve lost focus and the shackles released me. I managed to slip his grasp and kite him to those hanging cages.”

“Why the cages?” the cheetah asked in confusion, seeming not to quite follow.

“Well, call it an educated guess. Seeing as everything else in that dungeon was pretty much designed to trap us, I had a hunch those corpses weren’t inanimate” Shayde grinned smugly. “Sure as shit, as soon as I got him in range, they latched onto him and held him in place just long enough so I could finish him off. He was close enough after screwing the both of us so soon after one another that I managed to push him over the edge.”

“Damn chica, you don’t play fair…I knew I liked you for a reason!” Trinity laughed and clapped Shayde on the shoulder with approval.

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“That’s a chimera” Sarge said with a note of awe in his voice.

“What’s a chimera?” Shayde asked curiously as she looked down at the black ring on her left hand, right where a wedding ring would be.

“An exceptionally rare legendry” The old wolf began. “I’ve only ever seen one before, they’re extremely rare and make normal legendry’s look like common trash. Chimeras are very powerful items that are soul bound on equip, so that ring there is tied to you and you alone. No one else will even see it, but it’s more than that. They often come with at least two powers or abilities” Sarge offered while holding Shayde’s hand in his own and looking at the ring with amazement.

“Wait, so this wasn’t the legendry item that was supposed to drop from the boss?” she finally thought to ask.

“No, these things have a less than 0.0001% chance to spawn in one out of every one hundred matches” he confirmed. “This is only the second instance of one even appearing since the SotF servers even spun up!”

“Well Doppelganger is definitely one of the abilities, I wonder what else this thing can do…” Shayde said as she idly toyed with the ring on her finger. Whatever it was, her new ring was certainly going to make her matches more interesting.