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 an 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 3k 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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Prologue:

In the year 2125AD technology has advanced to such a level that deep diving is no longer the realm of the rich and famous only. Handheld portable devices now rivalled the supercomputers of the early 2000's thanks to advancements in quantum technology. Interplanetary travel was as common as cross-country flights, even quicker with quantum folding and subspace travel. Humanities reach had finally spanned throughout the stars, only to find an empty silence. Although they had only explored barely a fraction of the universe and uncovered mere signs of other non-terrestrial life on the fringe of their known universe. Strange artefacts which bore a striking resemblance to ancient Mayan stone tablets, but these were so much more and a few even glowed with a faint blue hue when touched. But that is another story entirely…our story here remains set on Earth prime.

The number of “Connected" individuals outnumbered the “Naturalists" by at least one thousand to one, the greater portion of earth's population had some form of connection to the online world. Classic movies such as “The Matrix" and “Ready Player One" had become a reality in a way, where people could almost spend their entire lives online in virtual worlds with the right setups. The connected status was made possible with the rise in popularity in nanobots, such small robotics were able to create what is now known as the “Neural Crystal Lattice", which created a spider's web of pathways around and within the user's brain, using specialized stem cell augmentation. These conductive pathways were written with the persons own DNA and as such would not be rejected by the hosts immune system or have any long-term degradation or side-effects. This then turned the user's brain into the worlds most advanced living circuitry. The NCL was then connected from the brainstem to a specialized form of functional tattoo on the user's neck, allowing for transmission directly from the brain to the Halo non-invasively.

The Halo was a marvel of technology in its own right, the first models looked similar to an ancient Viking neck torc, the arms acting as antennae while the flat panel in the centre suctioned to the back of the user's neck and provided the capability to connect to the virtual world in various degrees. As time and technology progressed, far more elegant and ingenious designs became readily available, from a simple silver dome the size of an old silver dollar coin, to something one would see worn on the catwalk in a fashion show. The more expensive models could even be DNA locked, to prevent unwanted access to the device if the original owner was not present. This also helped deter theft of such expensive devices.

While it was possible for brain death to occur due to online death, with all the safeties and guards built into the technology, this was an exceptionally rare occurrence. However, minor injuries were still a possibility; as “The Matrix" posited, the brain is powerful enough that if you were punched in the virtual world and your brain was given enough information, your body would bruise in the real world.

Likewise, as some had also found that what worked for pain, also worked for pleasure. The standard Halo device, a sort of electronic collar worn around the neck which integrated into the printed access port at the base of the wearer's neck both allowed for remote access to real world machinery as well as full on deep diving, and everything in between.

General everyday use of the Halo allowed for augmented reality without the need for bulky headwear or even glasses. One step further and the user would be in the top level of a dive, where virtual online meetings were done in remote person, saving companies on the need to travel to other countries or planets just to have a face-to-face meeting. With the new levels of encryption and security, this also ensured privacy and confidentiality like never before.

A full deep dive would completely immobilize the user's body in the real world for their own safety, this would also allow additional sensory information to be passed on, providing a more realistic experience. Thanks to “Suggestive Programming" the workload of environments was primarily handled by the user's brain, requiring much less computing power to generate realistic environments. The better the programming, the more vivid the world was, much like reading a book and letting your imagination provide the imagery, sounds and even tastes. The better the “suggestion" was, the more vivid the result would be. The best programmers were more akin to skilled authors than coders in a sense as a result.

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A small and slender figure trudged wearily alone along the main road, back into Silvershire and on toward the market square. Though they were clad in black leather with a hood, it was very obvious the player was female with her slender but curvy figure. From the twin daggers and small vials attached to her belt, it appeared as if she were a rogue or more likely an assassin class character. Not the strongest class in the game, but someone who relied more on stealth and tactics to get the job done. In the real world however, Becca was a short and slender, pale skinned and raven-haired young woman with blue eyes. Most would describe her as being something of a tomboy, mostly because she preferred comfortable shorts and shirts over dresses and skirts.

Becca had just finished her latest “Dirty Dungeon" run and was currently headed back into town in order to sell the loot she had scored from her latest solo run. Though as she walked a little bit funny thanks to that damned handsy tentacle boss; she idly wondered if she should set the threshold on her custom sensitivity settings back a bit as a result. The dungeons were a bit more entertaining since she had learned how to mod the safeties on her personal Halo device at least. But then again, she wasn't getting as much of a thrill from these dungeons anymore, at most they just got her a bit worked up and she would have to sort herself out in the real world later anyway.

“Psst, hey Becca. C'mere, I wanna show you summin!" a soft but familiar raspy voice called out from the shadowy alleyway she had just passed.

With a sigh and slumping of her shoulders, Becca didn't even turn around to face the voice. “What do you want, Rat?" she asked with no small amount of annoyance in her voice. Even though she knew it wouldn't actually hurt him, her hand rested at the handle of her dagger while she contemplated just chopping him in two and paying the two hundred gold fine for violence in a safe zone, just for a moment's peace.

“Oi, are you gonna c'mere or nawt? I got summin good for you, you dozy bint" Rat huffed at her from the safety of his shadows in the alleyway, in his ludicrous over the top English accent, not daring to step out into the light. He knew as soon as one of the AI guards spotted him, they would boot him from the server and he would have to go through the hassle of changing his hardware ID's again before he could get back in and continue his less than legal trade.

Becca paused for a moment as she tried to decide if it was worth it or not, granted Rat had given her a few good tips in the past, mostly he just led her into dangerous situations where he was the only one to make a profit. Granted, that living armour encounter was rather interesting, being all bound and helpless before a crowd while her own clothing brought her to climax multiple times, but that was beside the point. Becca grumbled as she turned on her heel and headed over to the short, scrawny and pale figure hiding in the shadows; she took one step into the gloom and gave another annoyed “What?" at him.

“Oi noticed you been banging on solo in this here game a lot lately and I figured you was tough enough for some'n a bit more, how'd ya say…excoiting?" The ugly little balding man, with yellowing teeth and his big red nose, said with glee, clapping his misshapen hands before rubbing them together excitedly. The sound of his fingerless black gloves rubbing against one another sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine, it sounded like someone had rubbed two sheets of one hundred grit sandpaper together with the dry scratchy sound they produced. She had never noticed just how much Rat looked like a dirty knockoff Leprechaun before, the grimy green suite and crumpled black hat did him no favours in that regard either.

“Not interested…" Becca started to say, but was cut short by Rat holding up a data window with a data bit showing the letters “SotF" emblazoned on it. Becca wasn't new to the seedy underworld of deep diving; she had heard rumours of this illegal fighting ring. They had gotten a lot of attention from the authorities due to their death battles in which fighters used to fight to the death in arenas. But after nearly getting caught, they had decided on another approach to make money. While still not technically legal, at least it did not result in unwanted investigations and it brought in a lot more money than before. “What's in it for you?" she hesitated for a moment before reaching out for the data bit.

“Finder's fee…an I get a small percentage of any winnings ya get" Rat replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Becca froze for a moment, while she didn't exactly need the money thanks to her real-world job, she was however reluctant to give anything to Rat if she could help it. Ultimately though, she just wanted to see what SotF was all about, from the few snippets she had seen of battles online, it looked intense and exciting, exactly what she needed to cure her ever growing boredom. But it was a very closely guarded secret and entry was only possible via invitation, invitations which were extremely rare and hard to come by.

Becca snatched the data window from Rat's grubby little hands and tossed him a gold coin for his troubles, before she tucked the data bit away for later reading. She paused at the edge of the alleyway's encompassing shadow and looked around to make sure no one was watching, before she headed back on her trails to cash out for the evening. Rats voice followed her steps with a raspy “I knew you's was gonna be interested!"

She didn't know why she had added Rat as a friend in game, but then she never had been known for making the best decisions growing up. With a final flipping of the bird back at him, Becca strode off toward the market with a greater sense of urgency, not wanting to waste too much more time on this game, she had bigger things in store.

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Later that evening as Becca soaked in her bathtub after a light dinner, she activated the augmented reality on her Halo collar to read the data bit for SotF, or “Survival of the Fittest" as it was officially called, but after reading the terms and conditions, she now understood why some people joked about it actually being “Survival of the Furriest". It appeared their new format was rather lucrative due to it being completely anonymous; there were no “Reflection of Self" images allowed, meaning players would create an online animalistic persona or avatar, as they were not allowed to compete as themselves. Their characters gender would also be locked into their real-world gender, ensuring that the participants were what they said they were. Apparently, this is what attracted most of the competitions sponsors and patrons as they knew when it came down to the action, there was a real man or woman involved in whatever scenario they paid to have happen during each match. There were different tiers of competitions as well, ranging from novice all the way up to sponsored championships, all of which were watchable online, if people knew where to look and had the right access.

There was absolutely no killing allowed, eliminations were done in one of three ways. Failure to Connect or Premature Disconnect; if a player was not able to connect to the arena on time or simply bugged out of their own accord was the first. This rule had a three-strike policy, if it occurred to a player three times, they would be blacklisted and blocked from even connecting just as a spectator in future events. The second was an environmental elimination, such things as traps or AI in the arena that could eliminate a player. Given the various stages or zones, this could be anything from falling prey to hostile flora and fauna, to being tossed off a cliff. As there was no killing allowed, such acts would simply force a disconnect on the victims end and count in the victor's favour. Finally, the last and most lucrative form was player elimination, where each player had three strikes before being eliminated. These strikes took the form of “La petite mort", or the little death. Players would fight one another with the ultimate goal of making their opponent climax. The loser lost a strike, while the winner either restored a strike if they were down one, or if they were still at max strikes, they could select a perk or special ability which would then give them even more of an edge against their competition.

Of course, there were the usual assortment of weapons and traps scattered throughout the various zones as well, which any player could use, if they were proficient enough with them. These ranged from simple tripwires to melee combat weapons such as swords and even up to high-powered ballistic firearms. The level of weaponry available was never a given thing of course, this was selected by the paying viewers at the start of every match. Given the main focus of these fights however, it was a very rare occurrence for anything more than almost medieval weaponry to be provided.

In each match there were sponsors of a sort, players could get a direct sponsor for performing acts in the matches, but this usually only occurred once a player had gotten enough of a following. There were also match contracts that any player could earn by doing requested acts, usually the prize money for these acts was a lot more in the higher tier games as well.

The requirement for no “Reflection of Self" avatars ensured that players would remain anonymous, likewise using an anthropomorphic character allowed the tournament to skirt current legislation and laws regarding virtual rape and abuse by claiming the players were not actually human, so technically these laws didn't apply. But that was only if someone managed to catch them in the act; the tournaments were exceedingly difficult to track and infiltrate as they did not use traditional connection methods which law enforcement could easily monitor. This was achieved by a very specific backdoor method of directly connecting players to their regulated servers, which also allowed the tournament hosts to adjust sensitivity settings beyond what was normally permitted.

Being a programmer and world builder herself by trade, Becca did know a thing or two about what was required to gain access to the tournament. Looking through the code contained in the data bit, it looked as though whomever had designed this thing knew what they were doing as they had managed to lock down exactly the right sensory feeds to heighten the pleasure while dulling pain to more tolerable levels. Due to this, even someone that had no actual fighting skill, like Becca, would be able to compete on an almost level playing field. Likewise, the connection algorithm did an outstanding job of constantly hopping between anonymous relay servers without dropping the link, so it would be practically untraceable by unwanted parties.

The last section of the data bit was a locked file which required Becca to verify her age and gender, while also granting the SotF client direct access to the rootkit of her personal Halo device. This did not sit well with Becca initially as it posed a significant risk to her subconscious, such things had been known to allow unscrupulous persons almost full mental control over a host without them even being aware of it. But the curiosity was getting the better of her and with a sigh of resignation, Becca selected to allow the permissions to complete the setup; within the final section there were two links. The first one was an invitation to watch a live broadcast in two days' time; the second link was the activation process to make the adjustments to her own Halo and connect to the tournament servers through a secure site-to-site encrypted connection.

Becca knew that with how the SotF client would be functioning; keeping multiple data streams functioning while cycling through multiple relay servers, along with providing as much sensory information as something like SotF required, the mental strain would be higher than normal. Undoubtedly at the very least she would feel fatigued after even short periods in the game, though with longer sojourns, the likelihood of headaches and migraines would be the more than likely result. This made sense why the SotF client had also done a preliminary scan on her vitals to ensure she was in good health, undoubtedly if it found anything for concern, she would not be permitted to sign up and participate. There was also a warning that her client had also subsequently been coded to her DNA, in this way they ensured the person playing was the person who had been invited.

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The next two days passed agonizingly slowly, even the heavy amount of work she had to get through did not distract Becca from the thought of watching her first real tournament live. But eventually as daytime faded and dusk set in on the second day, Becca disconnected from her company network, before she closed all the blinds and curtains in her small apartment, as if to ensure total privacy. Even though she knew from anyone looking in from the outside, they would just see her laying on her bed as if she were asleep, they would have no idea what she was really doing, but closing herself off from the outside world was somehow comforting under the circumstances.

Laying back on her bed, Becca engaged the augmented reality on her Halo to open the link to the tournament and was met with the expected warnings. What she was not expecting however was a request to verify her identity again, along with a brief psych evaluation by a faceless online AI in a sandbox environment, which took on the appearance of a stereotypical police interrogation room. She supposed considering what she was about to see, the tournament organizers did not want anyone who could not handle the idea of rape or fighting to get beyond this point and cause potential problems for them. Even here, before the actual fight, Becca noted she was not permitted to use her reflected self as an avatar and also appeared as a simple shapeless humanoid form. Once she had passed the basic psych evaluation, she was linked to a floating holographic panel showing the contestants for the match. The match also just so happened to be the final of the first Quarter of Year championships, which Becca noted would be a sudden death or a one strike match format.

This year there were only four finalists, three females and one male contestant. Becca smirked to herself at the thought, it seemed the girls were kicking ass this quarter. As she clicked on each person's profile, she would be given a brief breakdown of the player's stats and abilities. Looking at the numbers, it appeared as though only two of the four actually stood a chance of winning this thing and given the prize money up for grabs, Becca knew they would be giving it their all. Hell, if she was at that level of gameplay, she could probably quit her job and just compete. She knew there was a decent amount of money involved in the SotF tournaments, but actually seeing what the winner would get was rather exciting and more than a little enticing. If it was a legal, SotF would easily overshadow the biggest e-sports tournaments around the world in the prizes alone.

The top two players appeared to by Fyre and Grimm; Fyre looked to be some sort of tiger, judging by the small portrait on her stat screen. Grimm however looked to be a wolf or maybe even a husky, definitely canine at the very least. Becca wasn't really good with animals, but the telling stripes on Fyre meant even she could spot a tiger from a mile away. The animal thing started to make sense in other ways, she knew that different arenas were often a combination of environments, so an animal's natural camouflage would be an advantage to the respective fighter and their combat style in certain arenas.

Just as she was about to look more at the other two players, a popup terminal appeared with a request for Becca to allow a third level or full dive. When she accepted, Becca was instantly teleported into a black void where she floated weightlessly. The only source of light came from the massive floating and glowing numbers counting down ominously before her. Finally, when the counter reached zero, Becca's stomach lurched up into her chest as she found herself being dropped down into the arena suddenly, the sound of wind roaring past her ears was deafening as she plummeted downward, only to come to a sudden stop a second later with her feet floating a couple inches above the ground. With a mere thought, Becca found she could fly around and watch different fights as they occurred, as if she were there in person, though technically she was. It was more than just being a spectator however, Becca noticed she could feel the environment around her, the coolness of the shadows cast down from above, or the warmth of the sun as she floated above a grassy field. Even the smell of the plants and ground around her, as if she were really there. It was as if she had been teleported to another planet, when she kneeled down and brushed her fingers across the ground, she felt every blade of grass and small grain of sand against her skin. This level of detail and sensory input was uncanny, it made her Dirty Dungeon games seem amateurish by comparison, even with her own personal modifications to her sensory input.

The first person she had spotted was Fyre when she dropped into the arena, but as Becca flew over to watch her, the tigress vanished before her eyes. “Stealth is an ability?" Becca thought to herself, when she noticed an odd see through blur moving not far from where Fyre had vanished. “Aah, how very classic 'Predator' of them" she laughed to herself as she watched the shape stalk deeper into ruined buildings. With her spectator mode however, she could enable the tagging system which would highlight Fyre with a red outline, even when she moved behind a solid object. Becca noticed as she turned around slowly, she could also see the outlines of the other participants off in the distance in this mode as well, clearly meant to make it easier to track the players.

Deciding it was going to be too annoying to watch an invisible player for very long, Becca instead flew over to another red outline nearby, soon finding another contestant she never got the name of. This was not Grimm, apparently, as she found herself looking down at what appeared to be large, sleek looking snake girl. Becca had heard of furries before but never quite understood the attraction, at least until now. There was something hypnotic with how the snake girl slithered along sinuously, possessing no legs but having a humanoid upper body with arms, along with a snakelike face and the hood of a cobra. The scales along her back shone like rich polished emerald, thanks to a pearlescent sheen when the light caught her just right. When in shadow though, she appeared almost black and was difficult to spot in the gloom. Despite her size, the snake girl made exceptionally little noise as she moved surprisingly swiftly along; while wearing no clothing, save for her pert scaled breasts covered in a metal brassiere and a pair of iconic metal wrist guards. Again, Becca scoffed, being something of a major nerd herself, she recognized Wonder Woman's wrist guards right away. It seemed there might also be special legendary items players could obtain for whatever reason, if those were indeed Diana's wrist guards, they would surely offer a pretty good strength and endurance buff perhaps. This would also explain Fyre's ability to turn invisible, she must have had a legendary item of her own.

Becca was rather entranced by the diamond patterns on this snake girl's hood as they seemed to flare every time she stopped to flick her forked tongue out and taste the air. Briefly, Becca wondered if this was another ability players could get, or if this was just an animation tied to the player's model. The way she seemed to change direction and head off with purpose indicated it was an active ability as the snake girl tracked something through the forest however. After a few moments of following the unnamed serpent, Becca could see what she was stalking. Just ahead of the snake was what looked to be a wolf; Grimm was busy stalking someone else and had not noticed he was also being hunted himself. Even though Becca could see his tall triangular ears flicking and swivelling to listen for approaching danger, the snake girl managed to approach without alerting him to her presence with amazing ease.

Grimm was…big, strong arms and broad shoulders, even beneath his soft looking coat of fur she could see his muscles flex and work as he moved. She had never seen someone so large in real life, but as she walked over to stand beside him, Becca found herself staring up at the surprisingly handsome canine face before her. His features were undoubtedly wolf like, but his colouring appeared to be that of a husky with the black and white mast, along with stunningly beautiful blue eyes. Grimm wore nothing but a simple loincloth, which wasn't surprising. Amateurs would think heavy armour would give them an upper edge in these kinds of tournaments, but in reality, it only slowed the player down. She had encountered werewolves before in her Dirty Dungeon games and they had been a lot of fun perhaps, but there was just something so animalistic about Grimm that sent strangle exciting tingles down between her thighs. Perhaps it was just because he looked like he would have no trouble pinning her down and fucking her senseless, no matter how much she struggled. Becca blushed as she realized she was already getting turned on and the real action hadn't even started yet.

Off in the distance, moving swiftly between the trees was a golden blur. When it paused briefly to scout its surroundings, Becca saw what appeared to be a slender black spotted feline of some sort, running along the edge of the treeline. Grimm had risen up and was taking aim with a bow and arrow; however, looking at the arrow, it appeared to be some form of trap with the bulbous tip. Slowly panning to the side as he tracked what looked to be a female cheetah, Grimm began to draw his bowstring back taut and was just about ready to fire when the snake struck.

Her long tail slithered in between Grimm's wide spread feet, twitching on the ground a moment before with a sudden thwack, she whipped it up between the wolfs legs. With a pained squeal, Grimm dropped his bow in order to clutch at his aching balls, tears already in his eyes as he doubled over and collapsed to the ground while sounding like he was about the throw up.

A maniacal hissing laugh started as the snake quickly slithered over to the wolf, gripping his wrists and yanking them away from his crotch. Her tail firmly wrapped about Grimm's wrists to pin his hands above his head and leave his body vulnerable. “Aww, what's the matter puppy. Did mommy crack some eggs?" The large snake grinned and mocked Grimm, whom was still very clearly in pain from the blow. Her guess about the gauntlets providing a buff to strength appeared to be correct, looking at the size of the wolf and how muscled he was, it would have to take a pretty hard blow to bring him down. Hell, she didn't even have testicles but the sound of the impact even made her wince.

“Fuck you, Selena! That was a cheap shot, you whore!" Grimm growled out at the snake, snarling and trying to bite at her face every time she got close. All the while his muscles bulged and flexed as he tried to break free of her grip on him, but it was of no use, she was just too strong with her damned gauntlets on.

“Don't worry puppy, mommy will kiss it better" Selena replied with a sickly-sweet mocking voice as she slithered around to face Grimm's feet. Her delicate humanoid hands ripped away his loincloth to reveal a rather anatomically correct canine crotch, complete with sheath and fuzzy balls. Becca moved in to get a closer look, even kneeling beside the pair like some sort of invisible voyeur when Selena began to grope and caress Grimm, despite his growls and protests while telling her to fuck off.

“This must be the reason for the heightened pleasure setting" Becca mused as she watched in awe when a very thick, red canine cock began to slide free of Grimm's sheath, despite his very obvious lack of willingness. Selena wasted no time in slithering her long, forked tongue all over and around his length, while she cupped and rolled his aching balls in her palm. Clearly the wolf was not reacting fast enough for her yet however, so she upped the ante. Her lips met his tapered tip with a little kiss, pausing for a moment to listen to his gasp of pleasure, which brought a sadistic smile to them. Her lips parted as she sunk her maw down over the impressive length of cock, quickly getting into a fast-paced bobbing motion while she rather noisily sucked the wolf off. The sounds were vivid enough to make Becca blush even brighter, and she wasn't even technically involved here. All the while as Selena worked his cock, Grimm struggled and writhed, trying to break free of her grasp, to no avail. With the way his hips started to buck off the ground and even the minute detail of his fuzzy orbs being tucked up closer to his body, Selena knew she had him.

Though she would pause her pleasurable torture of the canine's length just long enough to mock him one last time. “This is payback for eliminating me last time by fucking my ass for that contract, asshole!" Selena hissed before she went right back to sucking on his cock. Becca nearly missed the act which had Grimm cursing even louder however, but when she shifted a little closer to Grimms feet, she spotted what Selena was doing. Just to add insult to injury, the evil serpent had sunk a finger beneath the wolfs heavy twitching orbs and was playing with his behind, which he clearly did not enjoy. With a reluctant howl and one last buck of his hips, Grimm let loose his climax and fired off thick ropes of sticky white cum into the snake's mouth.

“Damn this programming is good" Becca thought to herself, as she realized she could even smell the wolfs cum in the air while watching his defeated avatar pixelate and dissolve on the ground. As soon as Grimm's avatar was no more, a loud buzzer sounded along with a flashing message across the sky which stated that “Player Grimm: Eliminated by player", to which Selena laughed and licked her lips. Her long, forked tongue began flicking again as she searched for one of the other two remaining contestants, grinning a moment later as she apparently caught the scent of someone and slithered off towards them.

Becca floated up off the ground again and pursued the snake once more, following her as she stalked her prey. After only few moments however, there was another loud buzzer. Looking up into the sky, she saw the display read “Player Starr: Eliminated by player". Apparently Fyre had eliminated the cheetah girl somehow. Clearly Selena wasn't happy about this as she heard the snake utter a single “Shit!" when she looked up to read the notice before heading onward. Considering the skill Selena showed, Becca was curious about just how good this Fyre person was if she made the snake girl so worried.

Becca wouldn't have to wait long however, as Selena came to the edge of the woods and stood at the top of a small hill, staring down into the ruined buildings not far off. The snake girl scanned the area where she had caught the tigress' scent, but there seemed to be no sign of her. Cautiously the snake moved in and crept up to the side of a building, waiting patiently to listen for any movement, only moving when she was satisfied there was none. Moving steadily deeper into the eerily quiet and dimly lit ruined structures, the only light came from broken windows or holes in the ceilings and floors above. Even here Becca noted she could smell the damp and mould on the walls, along with the fetid pools of water which rippled with incessant drips of water from above. There was even a faint chill in the air in the more shadowy areas or the rooms and hallways which made her shiver a little.

Becca was already beginning to see why Selena seemed so upset about Fyre being the last remaining contestant. She had managed to select the area they would fight in, one which played into her stealth ability, but also one where the surroundings negated the snake's ability to be stealthy and silent. There was so much tiny debris all around that it was impossible for Selena not to make faint sounds as she moved through the halls and rooms searching for her prey. Even though the shadows should have helped the dark serpent blend in, Becca couldn't help but notice how unnerved they seemed to make the snake girl now.

Selena stopped every few moments to scent the air with her tongue, a little grin curled her lips as she seemed to have an idea of where Fyre was finally. Going extra slow as she rounded a corner into an empty two-story hall, the bottom floor was mostly open space in the centre with broken tables and chairs around the outside. This appeared to have been some sort of a dining hall with a dancefloor in the centre and a ring balcony above. There was a large hole in the ceiling high up, which cast a ring of light down on the black and white checkered pattern floor below. Selena paused briefly as she reached the edge of the light, looking around in confusion as she scented the air again. Clearly something was telling her Fyre should be right in front of her, but the room was empty. The snake slithered into the light and poked at the floor with her tail to test for traps, but she found none. Selena hissed in frustration as she slowly turned around and scanned the shadows, looking for any sign of the tigress but finding none.

It was then Becca caught movement out the corner of her eye, up on the second floor there was an almost imperceptible see-through shape shifting and moving silently above Selena in the shadows. Becca almost cried out to warn Selena before realizing she was just a voiceless spectator and couldn't alert the snake to the impending danger. But it was too late anyway, Fyre made her move and dove down onto an unsuspecting Selena's back, driving her hard into the ground with a sickening thud. With amazing speed, Fyre slammed something down on each of Selena's wrists before doing a backflip off of the snake to land over her tail, which she wrapped an odd-looking chord around and subsequently tossed the other end over an exposed support in the ceiling. With her wrists pinned to the ground, Fyre yanked on the chord to lift the snake's tail off the floor and removed all her leverage, also exposing the snake to the tigress' attacks.

Even more than before, Becca now understood why Selena was so afraid of Fyre. The feline had negated nearly every advantage the snake girl had in the blink of an eye, from her natural stealth to even her seemingly boosted strength. Fyre had quickly and efficiently immobilized Selena with surprising ease, she obviously knew with the wrist guards she was no match for the snake physically, so she removed that obstacle from the board with what appeared to be status nullifying restraints. She also made sure to hang the snake from her tail, so she would not be able to use it for either defence or offense. The look on Selena's face said it all, the cocky and arrogant smirk she had been wearing while taking down Grimm had completely evaporated, she was at Fyre's mercy now.

“I never thought a little earthworm like you would manage to eliminate Grimm, thanks for getting him out my way" The tigress purred to the snake, with a voice so sultry that it would make a deaf nun wet. When she finally got a better look at the tigress, Becca could understand why these avatars were so popular. The brilliant contrast of the orange fur and black stripes, combined with piercing emerald green feline eyes, her appearance just seemed to hit multiple senses at once. Instinct told Becca to run away from the tiger before her, but those eyes and the voice beckoned her in, almost like a Siren song.

Watching Fyre move was like watching a highly skilled dancer in motion, every movement was dripping with sensuality and grace. Even with her odd, almost shabby attire, consisting of bandages wrapped about her bust and a tattered looking loincloth, Fyre was still a sight to behold. From the dark mop of long black hair, interspersed with brilliant red strands, down to the intricate flame like pattern along her back which her unique stripes created. Becca had never considered herself gay before, hardly even bi-curious come to think of it, but something about the feline beauty before her shattered all her previous ideas and preconceived notions about herself. Even more so than with Grimm, Becca felt her thighs begin to rub together as she squirmed uncomfortably in her own growing arousal.

Becca's heart skipped a beat when Fyre suddenly looked directly at her and winked, she wasn't meant to see the viewers, so how did she know Becca was there!? Becca panicked and backed away for a moment, wary of the tigress and her unnatural powers of observation. However, when Fyre's head turned to face Selena's exposed crotch, Becca was drawn in again to get a better look. As she leaned in closer, she swore she could hear as Fyre's rough tongue rasped against the snakes exposed slit. The soft scales offered little protection from a rough tigress tongue however, especially when strong striped paws gripped the snake's shapely hips while Fyre made out with Selena's cunt. Becca guessed that seeing as this was the final, they had probably jacked the pleasure sensors up to the max to ensure a good show, at least judging by how Selena was already whimpering and thrashing about as she tried in vain to escape the pleasurable torture. Fyre didn't relent however, she didn't even stop to taunt the captured snake like Selena had taunted Grimm earlier. The tigress dutifully lapped and suckled on the snake's pussy, until finally with a cry of pleasure, Selena went limp. The scales along her belly glistened like jewels refracting the sunlight, thanks to her expelled fluids catching the meagre rays of the light. There was a strange sweet scent in the air about her as well, somewhat earthy, but with a faint tart fruity edge to it.

Selena glared up at Fyre with a mixture of hatred and an odd sort of contentment, Becca supposed it was rather hard to be consumed by righteous fury after being forced to experience such an intense climax though. There was a brief moment where Becca thought she even caught a barely perceptible nod, as if Selena accepted her defeat and admitted to being rightfully bested by the better competitor.

Fyre stood back with a grin as she watched Selena's avatar pixelate and dissolve before her. After a brief moment of near silence, only broken by the felines satisfied purring, the buzzer sounded and fireworks began exploding overhead. This time, no text announcement was made, instead a rather classic deep gamer voice announced “Flawless victory! Fyre Wins!"

With a sudden loud whoosh and rushing sensation, Becca felt like she was being pulled backwards into her bed. Suddenly she found herself laying staring at a blinking green cursor on a black background before her, now back in the real world. Without even removing her Halo, her hand slipped beneath her underwear as she curiously traced a finger along her until now, untouched womanhood, finding herself rather slick and sensitive to the touch. There was even a rather obvious damp spot at the crotch of her underwear she noted.

“Damn, if I got this wet from just watching the tournament, what will actually competing in one be like?" She idly wondered, before opening the data bit again and looking at the second link with more than a little curiosity. After seeing what the avatars looked like in the competition, she knew she had to be careful with her choices as well. She would need to brush up on animal species to find one which suited her as well as her playstyle.

For now though, Becca had a far more pressing need, she needed to get herself off something chronic. Luckily, that wouldn't be much of an issue, she had plenty of new spank bank material tucked away after what she had just witnessed. Initially she began touching herself to the idea of Grimm pinning her down and having his way with her, but that just wasn't scratching the itch for her tonight. Gradually her thoughts shifted over to Fyre, recalling that sultry voice and the way she moved. Becca closed her eyes as she replayed the last fight she had witnessed, only now it was her, the real Becca, who was trapped and helpless while the gorgeous feline ate her out.

“F…uck" came her strangled cry as she climaxed harder than ever before, every muscle in her body tensed and spasmed, her body contorting as if her fingers tucked between her thighs really was Fyre's tongue. When she eventually came down, Becca finally removed her Halo and stared blankly up at her ceiling while she tried to catch her breath. Now more than ever, she knew she had to join the tournament. Sleep however claimed her shortly after, her dreams filled with howling, growling and even moaning animal sounds as she dreamed of things to come.

After what she had seen in the tournament final, Becca had to admit the alure of Survival of the Fittest was no longer just the cash incentives. There was a whole other world of experiences out there she was soon going to experience, something even the best AI would never be able to replicate was a real person's ingenuity and creativeness. The Dirty Dungeons were fun, but they were repetitive and predictable, SotF would be anything but. Now more than ever, Becca knew she wanted in and would do whatever it took to make a name for herself.