FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Beta-Testers Chapter 14: End-Game By Draconicon

Sarah arched her back as she came for the third time in a half hour, gasping for breath as she felt a soft spurt inside of her. The lioness slumped back down, her claws raking through the spotted fur beneath her, and she shivered as she let herself just...drain.

"Is that enough yet?"

"It'll have to be..."

The lioness groaned as she pulled herself upright, shaking her head as she felt seed running down her inner thighs. Her armor slipped back on as soon as she pulled it out of her inventory, and she shivered as she still felt a bit of it pooling inside of her protective clothes. It wasn't quite as sexy as it usually was...which was the whole point, really.

She knew that battle was coming, and battle meant magic. For her, magic meant going into heat, and while she could control it to some degree, there was only so long she could hold out against that need. So, she had taken matters into her own hands and done as much as she could to satisfy her libido beforehand, with the one person that would take the 'just business' to mean what she meant.

Mr. Lee stood up from the floor of the tent, rapidly pulling his own clothes back on before looking as impeccable as ever. She shook her head at him.

"You know that -"

"It means nothing. Just business."

"Good. Just wanted to be sure."

"I want your focus on the battle as well. The last thing we need is for one of the most powerful players to start thinking with their crotch."

"Glad we see things the same way."

"I'll be waiting at the crater."

"Be there in a minute."

The snow leopard left the tent, and she took another deep breath, let it out, took another, and let it out again.

Okay...it just comes down to this. Either we get through the whole thing, or we die here. In a way, that was almost comforting. There was no struggle, no sudden death, no changes that made it so that she would win, but things would go wrong after, or she'd lose, but suffer for a long time. It was either total victory, or total defeat.

She could live with that.

Sarah went over the plan in her mind again, imagining the great pit. They had a chance. With her fire - and Hank's 'friend' Bruha involved, as well - they should be able to cut a path through the creatures. The height advantage was theirs, as well as a fair bit of boosters that Hank had come up with over his time alone. That, plus a few volunteers to wreak chaos on the front lines, should buy them the time to get through.

And when they did...

Well, she hoped that everything would get better. She really, really hoped so, because otherwise she was going to haunt this fucking game until she could give the fucking developers a heart attack from beyond the digital grave.

"Everybody ready?"

The assembled players on her side nodded, as did Mr. Lee at her side. There weren't as many as she'd like; perhaps seventy, all told. The other seventy were on the far side of the pit, forming a different rank. There was no point in trying to charge the ranks of the silhouettes in one mass; even with all their numbers, they wouldn't reach the numbers the darkness had against them. Better to have two groups, and hope for the best.

She just wished that there was more time and more people.

"Okay, Mr. Lee. Give the signal."

The snow leopard nodded, and made a small handsign. A glow appeared in front of him, and then he kicked it high in the air. A returning sign, a great big glowing dick, burst in the night sky from the other end.

And the battle began.

They ran down the sides of the pit, shouting at the tops of their lungs. The ground was slippery, but it only made them that much faster as they charged. Sarah screamed, hefting a great mace in hand, and drew on all the fire she had.

As soon as they hit the level ground, the silhouettes began to move. They rushed together, forming a massive wall of black that kept rising higher and higher, pushing themselves together to form a tidal wave. It rushed forward towards them, cresting at the very tip, and black droplets began to fall.

She didn't falter, and neither did the men and women behind her.

"Lee."

She jumped, and his leg came up underneath her. She felt his muscles bunch up, and suddenly she was flying right at the wave of black. It soared over her by hundreds of feet, streaking towards the sky, and she could see dozens, hundreds, thousands of reflections of her own face looking back at her in the black.

The lioness glared, steeling herself as she clenched her hand on the edge of her mace.

"Out of my fucking way!"

With a roar that echoed across the pit, she swung her mace and unleashed hell. Fire darker and hotter than ever before whipped forward in a sea of flame from her weapon, slamming into the wave of darkness with a massive force of its own. The silhouettes slowed, stopped -

SLAM!

Her mace came down behind the flame, and she pushed everything she had at it. Fire and heat, smoke and steam, every single representation of heat that she could think of poured down her arms and burned through the contact. The silhouette wave stood against it for one second, two, three, before collapsing.

She fell to the ground with a grunt, coughing and panting, as the burning remains of hundreds of blots came down around her, leaving little fires and bonfires all about.

The other players ran past her, bearing aloft clubs and fists, stones and improvised weapons as they charged into the mass ahead. She panted as she pulled herself together, and slowly reached out towards the flames around her.

The fire obeyed her summons. Avatar of Flame was one of the few spells that she hadn't tried yet, but she knew that there was no time to waste now. However it hit her, she had to use it and break a hole in the line.

She felt the dice rolling in her head, some bit of the game measuring how much of her expended fire she could reclaim. It rolled around, percentage dice, pulling, rolling, clicking, as the dark fire around her glimmered and shimmered.

Click.

100% reclamation.

She smirked to herself, watching as the fire rushed across the ground, coming to her call. It pulled itself over her boots, and slowly ran up her legs, consuming her fur and her flesh, turning her into the living embodiment of fire and flame. Her armor disappeared, as did everything else as it rose up to her neck. She looked up, seeing a few players staring at her. Memories of her old group came, remembering them having the same faces when she pulled off something amazing.

"Heh...Girls can't game, huh? Well...fuck that shit."

The spell completed, and she roared as she soared to something over thirty feet tall, her flames falling from her like burning drops of sweat as she ran to join the crowd. She felt the heat burning through her, filling her with something she'd need later, but for now, there was nothing but the burning desire to destroy everything in her path.

Even her weapon was a means of destruction, sweeping through the enemies before her like a piece of the sun. It stretched and shrunk at need, cutting through anything and everything. When a silhouette was cut, it burst into fire, unable to heal itself.

They were making progress. Slowly, but surely, they were.

Sarah looked across the field, saw Hank and the others. Torin was being sucked into a bubbling silhouette, taken into the fold as a spell failed. Hank was in the center, casting spells left and right, beefing up some of the soldiers until they were as strong as Rumiir's group, and sometimes bigger. There were men literally using their dicks as weapons, beating the hell out of anything that came near them, and one woman that had grown large enough to be used as a bowling ball, slamming off of different enemies with her own body as a bludgeoning, rolling wrecking ball.

Randolph, the jackal, was fighting in her group, slipping back and forth with those strange weapons of his. Darts, improvised grenades, hollow arrows; everything was let loose into the parasites, only to explode once they were swallowed up. He was everywhere and nowhere, darting in and out of sight.

Dexter was there, ducking under the bands of silhouettes that appeared around him, his sword glowing as he cut into them, only to burst them with a sudden explosion of physical force.

David was...nowhere, but appeared and disappeared at will, jamming blunted sticks into the heads and bodies before disappearing and striking somewhere else, always appearing when someone else was in true peril.

And right in the thick of it, Mr. Lee. Even in Avatar form, she was just keeping up with him, the admin doing as much as she was to clear a path towards the portal. His hands and feet were a blur, splattering silhouettes every which way and making it impossible for any of them to get near.

Bit by bit, they cleared the way, until there was only a small puddle of the silhouettes left, a circle four deep around the portal.

Sarah grinned...and heard the soft ding of her spell ending.

The fire fell from her as she shrank, hitting the ground and going to her knees. She panted for breath, looking up.

Gotta get up, gotta keep fighting. Leaving a gap...

Her Avatar form had taken up the largest hole in their lines, the holes growing bigger and bigger as they'd lost players. The attack had sucked away over twenty of them on both sides, taking away their people until they barely numbered a hundred. She'd had the reach as a giant, but now -

The silhouettes flooded forward, over twenty of them headed right for her. Their bodies stretched out like tendrils, reaching for her with a dozen different grips, and she saw her own face on the end of each.

She stumbled, trying to pull herself up, but her body was too wracked with the side effects of the magic. She could barely move. Couldn't even fall.

FWOOOSH!

A sudden gust of wind blasted across the ground in front of her, and she looked to the side. The big, green orc that Hank had brought in whirled his hands around, spinning them and twisting the tendrils together, before sending them back.

"Get up, girl! You're not gonna win on your knees!"

"Got that...right. Help."

A big green hand pulled her by the arm, but the creatures were still on the attack, and she was slower than before. Bruha had to help her, defending himself and her at the same time, and it galled.

Back and forth they went, the lines surging forward only to get pushed back when the portal emptied out more of the creatures. She panted, barely keeping up with the constant barrage of tentacles coming out to grab at them, her fire burning as hot as ever, but in the wrong places. Sarah growled, her hair dampening, her hands slipping on her weapon.

"Not good..."

"Yeah..."

Even the orc sounded tired, but as she looked at him, he chuckled.

"Well, let's see if this'll work. Haven't tried this out yet."

"What?"

"Let's just...call it a custom spell."

"Wha - NO!"

She grabbed for his hand, but it was too late. Bruha swept out a hand and pulled out a bell, and rang it. The sound of it echoed throughout the whole place, making every silhouette stop in its tracks as the vibrations stunned them...and the portal cracked.

It split, spreading almost twice as large as it had been, and the green lines of data running up and down on the other side suddenly looked almost like fingers, clawing at the edges of the opening. Something...

No, two somethings. The green was trying to reach out, but the black was pulling it back. It was a contest, a pulling back and forth.

"You idiot!"

"It got us an opening!"

"...CHARGE, FUCKERS! CHARGE!"

She ran with all the players towards the opening, panting as they went. The silhouettes were too stunned to fight back as she plowed through them, and she made sure that everyone else did the same.

Soon, they were at the base of the portal, and there were no more silhouettes, and no more seemed to be coming. Sarah gestured at Mr. Lee, and he walked over to the portal. Before he could reach in, however, the orc stepped forward.

"Heh, maybe you should let me do that."

Sarah blinked, and so did the snow leopard. Mr. Lee arched an eyebrow.

"And why should I do that?"

"I do a lot of coding in my spare time. Maybe I can help out a bit?"

"I am an admin."

"And I'm a programmer by trade. I'll take care of this."

Sarah glanced over at Hank, and saw the skunk...blushing. More than that, he looked like he was a little afraid. What did he know that she didn't? Or that the rest of them didn't?

The orc was already by the portal, though. Did she -

"Mr. Lee, I think -"

"Oh, we're not standing on ceremony," Bruha said. "Just let someone that knows what they're doing handle -"

And then...things went to hell.

As soon the orc touched the portal, the green data came streaming out. It flooded over him, pulling his arm deeper and deeper into the darkness. Mr. Lee stepped back, pushing everyone back, and Sarah ran over to Hank.

"What happened? You know something, what the fuck just happened?"

"B-Bruha..."

"Hank!"

She shook the skunk.

"Look at me. What aren't you telling me?"

"He-he was using a hacked game. He probably used some sort of mod for -"

Christ... She turned around, but it was already too late. The orc was getting swallowed up by the green data and the blackness around it at the same time. It spread down his arms and legs, and then up towards his head. The orc turned, his eyes filling with something that looked like regret, before he shimmered out of existence. Two small bell piercings hit the ground, as well as innumerable little crystals.

He was gone.

"Fuck...fuck, fuck, fuck."

Sarah cursed, shaking her head as she walked back over to the portal. He'd been one of their best, and now, there was nothing left. Where the hell even was he, now? How...

Okay...so it ate him. Did it just do that, or was it because he was breaking the rules? What the fuck...what the absolute fuck do I do now?

The lioness pressed her hands to the side of her head, trying to come up with something, anything to keep moving forward. There was only so long until this would turn to hell again, and she didn't know if there was anything else she could do. The damn AI for the game had disappeared last night, and now...

Mr. Lee stepped forward, shaking his head.

"I suppose I should get started."

Sarah slowly lifted her head, shaking it.

"Don't. We don't know -"

"I'm afraid I have to, Sarah. There are certain responsibilities to being an admin, after all. And one of them is ensuring that the players are safe. The contract mostly mentioned from harassment, but this...I should be doing my best to keep you safe from this, too.

"So...let's see if this works like other admin consoles."

The snow leopard raised his hands, but unlike everyone else, he seemed to project his own console over the portal itself. He typed away, sending some sort of effect through it without actually coming into contact with the portal itself.

Sarah slumped down, trying to rest and ignore the ill-timed arousal that was coursing through her veins. This was not the fucking time for it, and she didn't need it. She didn't want it, either, didn't want to feel her thighs getting drenched and her sex dripping from her own magic.

"Are you...finding it?"

"Yes, I think so."

"..."

"Yes, here it is. The End-Game file."

Sarah looked up, and watched as the portal suddenly flickered, becoming a giant directory of different files. There were twenty-six different Endgames, labeled A-Z, and not one of them had a readme file. They were just executables.

Which one?

Everyone around her was muttering to themselves, and she didn't blame them. There were twenty-six choices, and any of them could be the wrong one. If they didn't just end the game, they could end up causing a reset, or send them all to a situation that was totally unwinnable.

Slowly, all eyes turned to her. Randolph's, Dexter's, David's, even Mr. Lee's. They were all waiting on her.

She had no idea. What was she supposed to -

"End-Game S."

Sarah turned, looking at Hank. He'd spoken it at barely more than a whisper, but in the dead silence of the pit, it was easily audible. Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet, using her mace as a cane.

"How do you know?"

"..."

"This is not the fucking time for holding back. How do you fucking know?"

"Teryx told me."

She groaned.

"Just...hear me out, okay? He said that he and the others were being held back, but that they wouldn't be once the end-game started. He said that this was the only one where we'd actually survive, and he was more himself than he used to be. Maybe...maybe we can trust it."

"And maybe it's a trap."

"ANYTHING could be a trap now."

Hank shrugged, and Sarah couldn't help but agree. This late, what else did they really have for guidance? She looked at Mr. Lee, hoping for some sort of guidance, but all he did was drag his finger down, letting it hover over End-Game S, waiting for her approval.

The lioness looked up, staring at the portal. Slowly, she let out a deep sigh.

"This is why I hate being in charge...Do it."

Mr. Lee pressed the button, and the screen cleared as the title came up to the top of the portal.

"_End-Game S selected. End-Game S.

Archetype: Ragnarok.

Specifications: Orgy.

Objective: Survive and remain conscious past the stamina of enemies.

Enemy types: Boss Monsters._ "

Sarah's eyes slowly widened as she read the end-game type, and she slowly turned her head towards Hank. She was pretty sure that everyone else did. Her mouth worked, trying to find something to say, but all she could come up with was -

"Just because you're a fucking whore doesn't mean the rest of us want to get fucked!"

"I didn't know! I didn't -"

"You idiotic little -"

"I hate to interrupt this little argument, but I do believe that we have some company."

Mr. Lee's interruption was well-timed, as she realized she was about to brain the skunk with her mace. She slowly turned, and saw that they weren't alone any longer.

Looming over the edge of the pit was not just Rumiir, though the great blue was certainly more than she wanted to deal with right now. Spread out along each side were all of his raiders, and she could see their health bars flickering over their heads, changing from red to yellow. Stamina, she guessed.

Teryx was there, as was the other admin. She also saw Torin, the golden dragon now in a more four-legged form, and so many others. Every single one of them looked more lascivious and eager than any other male that she had ever seen.

You're going to get fucked by a feral, after all.

"Oh, you fucking AI..."

And then, the charge began. The thundering roar of the monsters running down the side of the hill was something to behold, and it took Sarah more than a small will save to actually stay where she was. She could feel the earth shaking beneath her, the ground almost throwing her off her feet as the big beasts came down. Werewolves, goblins, dragon-kin, even the big green orc came shooting down the hills.

There were no weapons. Even her own - aside from her magic - disappeared. The game was serious, she realized. This was a pure sex fight, her armor disappearing and leaving her bare to the world.

"I swear...when I find whoever came up with this -"

She didn't get to finish. Rumiir shot ahead of the others, and the blue dragon grabbed her. Her feet left the ground for two seconds before they hit earth again, more than two hundred feet away from where she'd been standing. The lioness coughed as the air was knocked out of her, her vision blurry as she tried to collect herself.

There were no words, only grinding as she felt his cock pressing down on her, its sheer size almost crushing her against the ground. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so big, she knew that she'd already be impaled; as it was, she just had him grinding between her legs at this point.

"You...fucking...asshole..."

He bucked forward, nudging her along the stony ground. She squirmed, managing to slide her slippery self out from between his front legs, but she'd barely gotten on all fours before he was on her again.

This time, his cock ground right up between her ass cheeks, bumping the base of her tail. It was a reminder of just how big he was, and she shuddered as she felt how thick his cock was as it slipped up and down, forcing her legs apart as he got into position to mount her.

This is not gonna fit. This is seriously not gonna fucking -

She looked at the portal. This was...this was endurance, right? And if she was in heat already...

I swear, kill, castrate, fucking destroy whoever came up with this idea...but if I'm gonna do that, I gotta live through this. Oh, I'm gonna KILL this asshole.

Sarah cast every spell she could in rapid succession. It didn't matter if it hit Rumiir, the ground, or anything else. She wasn't going for damage. She was going for the side effects, and as fast as humanly possible.

The heat hit her with the force of a freight train, almost knocking her flat, but she kept on casting. One spell after another, until she was orgasming from pure spell power and heat. Her pussy squished about, as wet as it could possibly be, and she could feel her inhibitions fading faster than any bottle might have carried them away. Her eyes rolled back into her head, almost feeling like she was slipping into a state of perpetual orgasm as the feral dragon's cock started grinding against her.

One more spell, two, three. Every time that the cooldown faded, she casted another one, pulling on all of the fire she could get. She didn't want to think. She didn't want to be aware. She just needed the heat and the need to last longer than the son-of-a-bitch over her, and then keep on going.

She was so deep that she could barely think of anything besides something in her pussy when the dragon's cock finally slid in. Sarah arched her back, her tail flicking around the base of the feral dragon's cock as Rumiir pushed himself in deep, his cock squishing her juices out as he went all the way to his base. She felt his cock deep in her belly, and it...almost satisfied her.

Mmmph...fuck you...you think this is...good enough for me...MORE!

She slammed her hips back, the lioness taking him as full as she could, and she started rocking herself back and forth before he could even start thrusting. She slammed one clawed hand down on his front paws, keeping him in place, and started royally fucking herself on his cock, taking it as far as it would go, as far as she could slide. In her state, that was pretty fucking far.

In and out, in and out it went, her pussy drooling to the ground with her need. She could hear him panting and groaning above her, and knew that he was enjoying her pussy, her tight, dripping hole. She intended to make fucking sure that he got it seared in his memory, because he was never getting it again.

She bucked herself back, slamming her ass into his sheath hard enough to make his balls bounce back, and then slid forward all the way to his tip before rocking back again. Each time, she felt his cock squirming, squirting inside of her, twitching like mad.

With her rhythm found, she looked forward. A whole new battle was raging; Hank was in his element here, the sexomancer blasting different smaller enemies until they came on a hair trigger, reducing their stamina like crazy. He was the deadliest force on the field, until Bruha came up to him and they started a perverted spell battle.

Randolph surprised her. The jackal had pulled out five different leashes and had gotten a number of boss monsters to submit to him, grinding them underfoot as well as smalling them down on his cock. Torin, it seemed, was quite enamored of him.

Mr. Lee was almost out of it, but so was Mr. Grant, the pair of them squaring off as it looked like the snow leopard was working out a massive amount of aggression on the other feline.

Her people...were handling themselves. Not well, not great, but they were holding their own.

Now...she just had to do the same.

The feeling of that thick cock inside of her was driving her nuts. Her body was already on the edge -

"AAHHHHH!"

Past the edge of orgasm, and she could feel that the dragon wasn't far from it. The lioness bucked back again and again, feeling his pre and her juices were running down her belly. She could barely keep her head up as her entire body spasmed and quivered, and it was taking everything to keep moving.

Another spell, and she rocked that much faster, her eyes burning as much as her pussy was, and she ground against him. She intentionally pushed herself, making her orgasm last longer, giving herself more pleasure so that she was constantly milking his cock.

It worked. He came, and he came hard. His cock popped out of her as she bloated, and Sarah growled in her own feral tone, kicking him in the dick and using a blast of flame from beneath to roll them over.

As Rumiir landed on his back, she came down over him, grinding her drenched pussy over his cock.

"You fucking asshole...you think that's how you fuck? You think you dragons have stamina? You know fucking NOTHING!"

She grabbed his cock, grinding the head against her sex before slamming herself down, taking it all the way to the root. Her clawed toes curled around his balls, locking herself in place as she started riding him frantically, her breasts bouncing and slapping against her chest as she went up and down, up and down.

Even as his cock bulged the front of her stomach a bit, she reached down and pressed against it, grinning almost sadistically as she ground herself against him. His stamina bar was slowly going down, and her constant stimulation seemed to be working. Hers...

Heh...hers wasn't even moving.

Let's see how long you last, dragon.

#

The battle went by in flashes after that, and Sarah could hardly keep up with what was going on. She didn't even know what she was doing anymore, just following her instincts.

She remembered riding Rumiir into oblivion, his cock grinding into her until his balls were almost flattened from how much she drained him.

She remembered charging into the ground, kicking Mr. Grant in the face and making him eat her out while Mr. Lee fucked him up the ass.

She remembered joining David in a threesome with a rather amorous unicorn.

But those were the only solid things she could see through the haze of sexual battle. There was a point where she thought she saw Teryx, Bruha, and Hank all in a threesome, sexomancers and whores having fun, a point where she thought Randolph collared Torin, a point where Rumiir got back up and she grabbed his head and shoved it into her crotch until he was hard enough to fuck again...

But she wasn't sure if any of it was true.

In any event, the orgy went on until even her legs were shaking, and only about twenty players were still standing. The last of the ogres went down, and the last werewolf's knot popped out of a rather stretched asshole. Slowly, the remaining players stood...

The portal shimmered, and the demon cat appeared. She jumped up and down, punching the air.

"You did it, you did it! You won the game!"

Sarah panted, unable to quite stop teasing herself. The heat was still on her, and if she wasn't fingering herself, she'd need to be fucked. The AI continued.

"Okay, okay. I can get you all back to your bodies now. It's...it's not good, really. I think only about 80 of you are still alive. 80 out of 200...I'm sorry."

"I don't care. Just...get us out of here."

"Alright. I'll just...flush your bodies real quick. I don't think any of you want to wake up to all these...fluids."

"Thank -"

"Mmmph."

Sarah blinked, feeling something that actually stung her eyes as she opened them. Her sense of space slowly came back, as did the realization that she no longer had a tail, or whiskers, or anything else. Her body wasn't as strong, either, and she felt about as close to dehydrated as she cared to come. The IVs felt like they were doing just about nothing, too.

Her mouth was stuffed with some sort of feeding tube, which gradually slipped out. It flopped down to the bottom of the pod before being pulled away, and slowly, the rest of the bits and pieces that had connected her to the machine and kept her alive came free.

It wasn't until the tube opened, though, that she was sure that everything was over.

She grabbed the robe that hung from the wall, pulling it over her before any of the other tubes actually opened, and tucked it away. As her legs shook, she walked with other robes around to the different tubes, holding them out to the person that inevitably stepped out, and kept her eyes averted. After that orgy, she'd seen enough dicks to last a lifetime.

A little over half of the tubes didn't open, and the realization of just how many people had been lost hit her. She slumped back against the wall, holding herself, and fought down the shakes.

Someone - someone she didn't recognize - laid a hand on her shoulder. She looked up.

"What?"

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"Hank. Thank you."

"..."

She pulled him in, holding him in a hug. She didn't care what else he had to say - he was blabbering about something, something that didn't make sense - but she needed to be held. She needed to not think, for a long time.

They stayed there like that for a few minutes, until there was a click at the door. She looked up, seeing another stranger. Rather than a robe, this surprisingly squat man wore a white suit, and white gloves.

"Who are -"

"I'm Mr. Lee. I think we should talk...After something like this, I believe we all want to see the company pay. Even if the rest of you don't, this is not getting swept under the rug."

"Burn 'em."

"Believe me. I intend to. With your help."

The End