No Escape from Reality (Me and Moon)

The day's exhaustion seemed to fade away as Even slid into the plastic coffin, cushioned foam molding around his slim frame, welcoming him into a warm and comforting embrace with the promise of leaving reality far behind. The VR pod's lid clicked shut above him, soft blue lights coming on in the dark. He laid his head against the foam slab pillow and robotic tendrils snaked out, adhering themselves to the crown of his skull as the glowing readouts began to tick along with his heartbeat.

A flickering countdown was projected on the coffin's lid above-

3..

2..

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Geometric shapes of hardened light filled the void, creating walls and ceilings and a floor beneath his feet- Or, beneath where his feet might've been. There was no him now, only a viewpoint looking out through the virtual space, the invisible and intangible ghost of a person. His ghost walked along the road as it assembled itself before him, fragments of light flying up from the void each time he lifts his foot above empty air. Windows flicker open, byroads snaking out from the main path to reach them. They show brave ships with sails in tatters fighting against raging oceans, dour vigilantes smoking under the chiaroscuro of a flicking street lamp in a dark city, grim and dusty worlds where the sun has burnt out.

Those worlds he was bored with.

Even's ghost found it's way to a new door in the void, opening into a field of green littered with lumiscent white flours. It snapped shut behind him as he crossed, the empty space and the roads of light vanishing, his own ghostly presence beginning to take a thin, murky sort of corporeality. A lady, resplendent in flowing robes of white, asked him what he wanted to be. Butterflies with blue-flame wings rose up from the flowers in blinding pillars, leaving behind his answers; A battered and bloodied sword, an old book bound in dusty leather, a cloak that seemed to twist into ghostliness at it's edges, and a harp of silver engraved at it's peak with a woman's face.

He reached for the harp and the rest vanished away, but the butterflies alighted once more and became people as they touched the ground. Some were men, others women, still others impossibly between. Every shade of skin, every face, every feature imaginable was represented among them, and his ghost stole the best of each to wrap around itself.

Now he had skin of porcelain contrasted against fiery red hair that curled around his shoulders, entangled with petals and blooms. His lips were soft, colorful, full-bodied, hiding a smile of pearly teeth and a soft pink tongue, his nose a pert, feminine thing, his eyes brightly green. He wrapped himself in a slender, willowy frame, devoid of muscle and flaring at the hips, descending into sleek legs that stretched for blissful miles.

Now came the clothes, brought to him on the wings of songbirds. He threw aside the armor of knights and the bright colors of the realm, finding the shameful, perverse little joys that tried to escape the casual glance- Shamelessly pink lingerie of woven lace and translucent fabric, and a black-frilled garter belt that wrapped those long legs in silken pantyhose. A fishnet bodystocking, in pink, left his lithe body more revealed then not, and with a final touch that sent shivers down his spine, Even pierced his nipples with diamond studs and his ears with spiraling baubles of jade.

The Lady In White opened a door to the world beyond for him, and he chose a new name, stepping through as Yvette.

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The maze's twisting walls pressed down upon him as he ran, bare feet splashing through stagnant puddles, over cold, rough stones and squelching mud. The corridors seemed to grow tighter around him with every corner Yvette turned, every intersection that forced a hasty guess. His elbows scraped against the walls as he ran now, and not for the first time Yvette regretted giving in and choosing the momentary titillation, the forbidden thrill of dressing himself as a woman- The fishnets and stockings now hung in tatters around his bruised and bitten frame.

The corridor flared out suddenly, into a paved pavillion lined with wilted mangrove trees and centered around a marble fountain, stone mermaids frozen in play atop a coral reef. Eight more paths radiated out in all the cardinal directions and Yvette froze in indecision-

And the thunderous sound of hooves crashing against stone swelled behind him, growing closer by the second. Panic making his heart threaten to pulverize his ribs with it's beating, Yvette took off running down the south-western passage, failing to note the thorny vines that curled along the ground. His foot caught and the slender trap went tumbling over, briars tearing his flimsy apparel away and leaving deep scratches across his tender skin.

it was the newest Game on the Market, it had the highest details, the strongest sensory inputs. the most choices for in game character options. you could even control how much you felt when you got hurt, and how much you felt when you had sex. it was the very first game of it's kind, and everyone wanted it. and not just because of the amazing plot and the great monster fighting action, but because it was the first game of it's kind where you could have sex with anyone you wanted... or anything. granted, there was a PG13 option for the younger kids or those not of age. No Escape, was the biggest game since games had been invented. millions had flocked into the game, millions where playing it. but none where going to experience the Tutorial the same way that the newly named Yvette would. after all, most people actually attempted to fight back.

the game had shown Yvette how to attack using her Songs and Song Magic to weave minor illusions or even put enemies to sleep. it had shown her how to punch, how to kick, how to pick up rocks and sticks and use them to fight. it had even given her several chests filled with various feminine armor, and health and magic potions to start out with. the game was nice like that, but the massive Minotaur seamed to be a little more than poor little Yvette could handle, even though it had no armor, and was even strength bound. making it a harder, but still level one monster. it wielded Twin Axes, and bore the scars of previous battles, and appeared to be even more enraged that Yvette was running, instead of fighting. it roared as it saw her go down, throwing a massive Axe into the ground, shattering the walls in front of her, blocking her path. now she was trapped. rocks, and a sharp Axe behind her, and an enraged beast in front of her. the Minotaur roared again, tossing it's head back, ignoring the metal muzzle it wore, and dropped the second Axe, abandoning it's weapons as it advanced on the nearly naked Yvette, dropping onto all fours and sniffing at her, it's drool slipping through the metal cage around it's muzzle to slide across her skin as it snarled, pinning her in place as it examined her body with heat filled eyes, something very red, very thick, and quite long poking out between it's legs.

it growled, pinning Yvette under heavy hands, pinning him to the ground as it rubbed that hot dick all over 'her' body, sliding it along her cock and belly before it gripped her Hair with a snort and a smirk, forcing her head up and back, prodding her lips with the tip of it's massive cock. the creature's strength was tremendous, even with the magical iron shackles around it's wrists, holding back most of it's power back. it gripped Yvette's chin with it's massive jaws, forcing his mouth to open, pressing that thick length inside, rubbing the head along Yvette's tongue, making him taste the heavy pre that was flowing out of the beasts length. this was one perverted bull, clearly it thought it had the right to do whatever it wanted to Yvette, since 'she' was such a pathetic player. it growled as it pushed more of it's cock into her mouth, and down her throat, deep enough that it forced her throat wide, opening her almost more than she could take, throat bulging as it pushed more and more of his cock into her before simply holding her in place, smirk on his lips as he felt her struggle to swallow, struggle to breath. natural reactions that the body couldn't escape, even in Virtual reality. while Yvette thought that she was being choked, in real life Evan was perfectly fine, breathing as normally as he ever did. Yvette would experience suffocation, but it was not enough to make her lose a life, or get a game over. she was stuck there until the monster either killed her, or let her go.

ooYvette stifled the urge to yell as the hulking shadow of the maze guardian fell over him, and the wall's destruction cut off his only escape. Fear shook his body and made his pouty lips tremble with the effort of restraining a scream. As much as his mind tried to assert this was only a game, only an image being streamed directly into his eyes, it felt so real. The mud squelched around him as he tried to wriggle back to his feet, the thorns clawed at him, the scent of the Minotaur clung to the air around it. Unable to reject the evidence of his senses, just looking at the monster sent thrills of blind panic down Yvette's spin.

ooAnd the sight of the long, red, flared bullcock curving out from it's legs, already drooling hungry wetness.. That lit a flame deep in his groin and made his legs feel weak.

ooHis lips finally parted in a groan as the Minotaur grabbed hold of him, pinning him down as that... that beautiful bullcock ground against his body, leaving behind sticky smears of pre across his soft flesh and a blush of shamed arousal on his cheeks. The thought of penetration, of riding the impossibly thick shaft, rushed through his head.. but those fantasies were quickly broken as the Minotaur grabbed his face, pinching his mouth open with it's huge, powerful fingers. Fantasy was one thing, but the thought of actually trying to swallow the bullcock so frightened the little sissy that he tried in vain to pull free of the monster's grasp, in vain, only irritating his captor and making the inevitable harsher for him.

ooDespite his struggles Yvette's lips were soon pressed against the wide, flat head of the bullcock, forced to stretch his mouth open uncomfortably wide just to accommodate the hugeness of it. The musky taste of pre against his tongue made him retch and the thought of pleasuring the monster's cock was horrible, but not worse than the thought of what might become of Yvette if he displeased it. Nearly shaking with fear, the bitch boy tried to do his best, sucking and licking and holding back the urge to gag- But his inexperienced mouth couldn't sate the monstrous dick. His eyes went wide as he felt the hand on the back of his head pull him inwards, and a moment later rolled back to the whites, tears beading at the edges as the gigantic girth was shoved roughly down his throat... Now nothing more than a glorified cocksleeve, bulging out obscenely with the size of it's invader.

the Minotaur growled in delight as it caught it's pretty little prey. it laughed as the cute little femboy tried to get away, it was caught now, there was no getting away! it growled as it forced itself down Yvette's throat, panting in delight as it felt the tight, wet heat of the little brats throat wrapping around it's massive girth. his prey struggled of course, they always did when they lost, but this was the price they paid for loosing to such a weak monster. it growled again once it pressed all the way inside, licking it's lips, delighted by the soft skin of his captive. the little bitch was even trying to suck! the Minotaur was most certainly pleased by the attempt because it had started to moan and rock it's hips. thrusting slowly, working the throat. it never pulled out enough for Yvette to get a full breath, but she could steal little gasps here and there on the odd thrust outwards. it worked Yvette's throat for a good long moment, slicking it's cock up with her drool as it pleasured itself. finally, finally it pulled out with a grunt, but it was far from done with the pretty little sex toy it had caught. it wasted no time in repositioning Yvette onto her belly, hoisting her ass up into the air.

he took a moment to rub the muzzle off, it took almost no effort at all really, and once it was off, he resumed his work, running his mighty tongue from the tip of Yvette's cock to the tip of her tailbone, slicking up everything in his path, including her tight little ass. it rubbed it's tongue all over her tiny little bottom, sucking and slurping as it lapped at her most sensitive places. a large hand reached up and stroked her nipples, touching them, rolling them as if trying to figure out of she was a boy, or a girl. it seamed to decide she was a boy, because it moved it's hand to her cock instead, stroking the flesh there as it focused all of it's attentions on her ass, wriggling it's tongue against her tight entrance before slowly breaching her, slipping his tongue in and out of her, tongue fucking her ass. slipping it in deeper and deeper with every thrust of it's mighty tongue. finally it pulled away, licking it's lips with a grunt as it shoved two fingers into Yvette's mouth, slicking them up as well before it slid a single finger into her tight little ass. wiggling it about, and ignoring every attempt to flee, if she even tried. it grunted as it added a second finger, stretching Yvette open and teasing her prostate without mercy before it dropped her to the ground and settled atop her, one hand over her shoulders, pinning her face first into the ground. the other holding her hips up, preventing her from even struggling.

it growled, eager as it rubbed the top of it's weeping cock against her ass, smearing it's pre all over his hole, her balls, and her ass cheeks, enjoying itself. rubbing off on her before grinning, leaning forward, and pressing that thick head against her tight little ass, growling as it slowly pushed in. spreading her far wider than any normal human could have handled. but she was nothing more than ones and zeros at the moment, just a computer program, and so her body took it, with only as much pain as the server allowed, pressing deeper and deeper until it's cock left a bulge inside her stomach, showing exactly how big a cock she was taking. it growled again, panting over her as it pressed every last little inch of it's dick inside of her, and paused to catch it's breath, it's fingers stroking her cock again, tormenting her, simply because it could.

ooFat tears rolled down Yvette's face, leaking from the corners of her eyes as they rolled back to the whites, eyelids fluttering spasmodically. The bitch couldn't see, couldn't breath - the whole of her being was consumed with wracking trembles as his throat brutally violated. Ugly retching noises burst from her throat as the Minotaur cruelly rocked it's hips forward, coughing and drooling and sucking for what little gasps of air she could reach every time the beast withdrew a little. Her tongue was smeared with the salty, filthy taste of the monster's engorged bullmeat, every breath filling him with the overwhelmingly male stench of it's groin, head swimming drunkenly as his starved lungs drank in the sweaty musk. To her shame, Yvette felt her little girlycock swell and harden - ashamed and senselessly aroused by the rape of her throat, warm dribbles of pre coating the insides of her mouth with that masculine taste, the strong fingers that squeezed her painted lips open so mercilessly. She hated and craved the abuse all at once, her face left painted in tears and spit as it finally tugged it's cock free, long strands of saliva hanging between her lips and the flared cock hanging before her face. She'd left little rings of red lipstick all up the massive, meaty length, and for some reason, Yvette couldn't help but giggle weakly at the ridiculous sight.

ooThen the pathetic little 'warrior' collapsed, her legs turned to jelly by the brutal throat-fucking. She lay in the mud gasping, flat chest heaving as she gulped in the air, barely aware of the Minotaur grabbing her by the hips to move her into another position - at least until it hooked a beastly finger through the elastic of her lacy little panties and tore them away, baring all of her sensitive, boyish flesh to it's hungry gaze. Yvette whimpered; Helpless, her tiny little cock and puckered entrance exposed and defenseless. The beast's slimy tongue slid over her cock, between the dimpled cheeks of her ass, rubbing up against that tight little hole and making her shudder, disgusted and aroused all at once. But all the disgust in the world couldn't hold back the whorish moan on her lips as the minotaur shoved it's muzzle into her ass and stuffed it's long, pink tongue inside. The feeling was incredible, nearly tearing her apart with it's bulk, but soft and rough in all the best ways, grinding deep against every sensitive spot of her anal passage. The giant fingers that reached down to clumsily grip and stroke her little cock were too much, and Yvette came hard at the next wriggle of it's tongue inside her, letting out a husky whimper and shoving her rear greedily into the probing mouth as hot white cum spilled out over the maze guardian's palm - all dignity gone, she panted and gasped in unrestrained pleasure, even whimpering needingly at the withdrawal of his probing touch.

ooYvette's tight hole was lubricated and ready as the minotaur's fingers replaced it's tongue, the first one alone as thick as any cock. The insistent press of the second against her pucker made Yvette's eyes to wide with fear, but it was too late to escape as the other hand grabbed her by the hips, shoving her face down into the slimy mud, and with a rough shove she felt herself stretch as the second digit thrust in. Stars of pain burst before her eyes, and her breath came in rough, bestial pants as the creature's fingers wiggled and teased, the game's safeguards quickly nullifying the pain and leaving only pleasure. Every crook of a finger was nearly enough to make her cum all over again, the pressure of her overstuffed little boypussy against her prostrate making the little sissy cock swell up again in no time at all. Face-down in the mud, gasping and moaning, thighs and ass slick with the minotaur's kisses, cum dripping down her taut, tight belly, Yvette could only barely think through the lust well enough to feel a pang of fear as the fingers were tugged out of her - dimly registering that the foreplay was over, and now she was, in every sense, fucked.

oo "N-no.." The cute little trap managed to whimper, as the flat cockhead was lined up to her recently deflowered entrance. "Please.."