Virtuality Captivity ~ [Soft Stroke & Kitten]

[Kitten]

“I don’t know what I’m even doing anymore!” Elara drew out a lengthened sigh of irritation as she booted at a tiny pebble just beneath her with her right foot, watching it as it fluently vanished into the forest. Those prolonged feline ears of hers jerked at the sound of the rock making impact with arbitrary leaves and branches. “How many weeks have even passed? Two? Three? I lost count.” Awkwardly she resumed to talk amongst herself as her legs extended outwards to stride along the rock-strewn trail, her hands swinging against their respective sides with each step she took. Three weeks zoomed by, yet at the same time they sluggishly rolled onto the oncoming days. Disbelief still rattled within her core as she questioned if this was indeed her new reality or naught but a dreadful nightmare.

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Arcane Nexus, the worlds most popular virtual reality game, made headway five years ago. As expected, everyone wanted to participate in this newfound realm and experience the hype for themselves. Elara was one of those individuals, itching to delve into this gateway to escape from her real life, even if it was only for a few hours. It was love at first ‘dive’ as she made a name for herself in this different timeline. Her avatar was excessively sexualized, she hated to confess, but it didn’t make a difference since it was all pretend, right? She manipulated an assortment of spells from her palms whilst wielding her loyal katana. It was a goal of hers to be well versed for any situation that would be hurled her way. In her second life, confidence pulsated in her veins, unlike her true self who was timid and coy.

Devotedly she played nearly every day, fueling her addiction to escape and become someone else. Even though five years promptly came and went since the games unveil, it still held the title of being number one. No matter what it may be, everything had an end, and Arcane Nexus was no exception. Legal disputes fired away at the company for unspecified reasons. Of course, there were speculations and rumors traveling around as to what was going on, but no one was prepared for the news of its abrupt termination. Elara grew severely upset and understandably depressed, realizing that her one true escape would ironically escape from her.

They were thoughtful enough to announce the final day that the servers would be online and after the news reached to her, she’d skip college that day and savor the last few moments. She played all day, mostly to bathe in the sights and ambience of her second home. She wanted this world to be branded into her brain, but there was a reason as to why people would say “be careful for what you wish for.”

You bet your ass that Elara wanted to stay inside as long as she could, making it her target to remain in game until the serves ceased their existence and forced her offline. Repetitively she glanced at her in-game clock, dreading each new digit that allowed time to move forward. She’d lay her back against the grasslands while extending her arms outwards, gazing into the blackened sky that deemed itself night. Her time was running out and there was nothing she could do about it. One more minute remained, Elara closing her eyes gingerly as she concentrated on her steady breathing and the light caresses of wind grazing against her bare skin. She lost track of time but realized more than a minute had passed.

Hurriedly she opened her eyes, the same scenery still displaying itself to her as she dumbfoundedly lifted from her laying position. Without warning, the brightest white consumed her vision. In-game brightness would have no effect on the players eyes, but this one was so deafening that her eyes ached for the first time. She was forced to shield herself from the invading illumination, but as fast as it consumed her it dissipated.

Cautiously she fluttered her eyes open to see that she was still in her location. Confusion turned into fear, knowing that this had to be a glitch in the system. She should’ve been booted by now! Swiping upwards with her right index and middle finger she’d pull up her menu. The logout option on the bottom-left corner was no longer in sight, an instantaneous feeling of dismay beginning to drown her as she anxiously searched for the absent feature. What came next truly startled her… she could smell the scents surrounding her, as well as experiencing a full sense of feeling and touch. The game only permitted very minimal touching sensation that only felt like a small shove and nothing more regarding other special senses, but this was full-blown real-life shit right now.

In this moment she understood that she was trapped in here. Indefinitely as far as she knew.

Xx----------xX
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Tucked away far into the distance, something obscured the pathway ahead, unknowing as to what it was since it appeared to be nothing more than a muddled image for now. Clasping her hands together she would bow her head, whispering incoherent words as a small squall encircled around Elara. Her painted snowy tresses messily whirled about as she teleported ahead of her. She estimated a specific distance that would be close enough to get a clearer glimpse of what was ahead while remaining safely away.

Once the spell ceased, she lifted her head, expecting to see the road ahead, but in its place was a looming forest-like fiend confronting her. Moss, bark, and roots consumed this soulless elite, yet its maw bared sharpened fangs that unmistakably would be lethal if caught in between them. Gulping down the lump in her throat she began to tremble. Sure, she wrestled these before by herself, but during the course of these three weeks she discovered it was best to avoid them. They were not like the original content at all despite having the same appearance.

“Shit…” silently she mouthed out as they continued to stare at each other. A simple twitch of her tail erupted the chaos within this beast as it leaned back to spew out its threatening battle cry. The merciless creature didn’t even allow her a chance to react to his oncoming blows as it lifted its balled-up left hand mightily in the air, slamming it down like a hammer trying to force a nail to push deeper. May it be by a deity’s grace that Elara was able to tumble out of the way just in time, feeling the earth underneath her tremble from its vigorous blow.

It wouldn’t take much longer until it was prepared to fire down another assault in her direction. She had to think quicker, but it left her no time to react. She couldn’t even grasp onto her katana or muster a three-second-long spell to aid her. All she could do was hope for the best and pray that her feline reflexes would partner on her side to see another day.

 

[OldSS]

It was only three years ago that Allan had first heard of the game. He'd first gotten his own VR headset for some rhythm game a friend forced on him, some nothing game he never even touched now. That wasn't to say that he hadn't been keeping up with the scene; he was, in fact, a casual gamer. He enjoyed his games from time to time, and he had gotten down with some RPGs in the past. Most of them weren't exactly that out there, mostly normal times like the Final Story series. But he'd always enjoyed a good action game. And so the day that it came out, he'd been invited over by a friend and gotten to dive in for the first time. The moment that he'd been given the chance to feel just what this game was, what it well and truly was, he'd been hooked.

Arcane Nexus, or just AN as he liked to refer to it, was a game unlike any other. Or... well, perhaps that wasn't true. There were other ones like it on the market. And sure, it wasn't exactly entirely original. It was a big MMORPG. But what made it so special was the attention to detail he'd felt in it. The sounds, the sights, the small sensations the dive allowed him, just watching how the tall grass bent in front of him as he walked.... it all had captivated him. He'd gotten the VR headset for cheap at the time, on a model that could barely even run the game. He'd gotten into a bit of modding just to bring his headset up to specs (or rather his friend did, he wasn't able to actually handle delicate operations like saudering). But it'd been a game that had pulled him in, A game that, in a sense, inspired his love for more games.

Of course, he'd first had to make a character. All he'd done to change his in game name was remove one 'l' to make him Alan, and after that he'd decided upon a rather slim and sleek looking neko. He was sure they had proper names in the lore, but it was a neko. He found the idea funny of building a character that was all about speed and dodging damage, while also being a cute little catboy. Not that he'd gone into the territory of a trap, though... that wasn't something he was very fond of, if only because it ruined his nightly searches... and if anyone said that was lewd, he would retort everyone did. But what was important was he was a cute neko twink who could spin a knife just as fast as he could lunge across a battlefield, and after little consideration, he'd had his entire build and character ready. Alan Whiskerbane was ready to play.

Much like others, he'd taken to at least an hour a day, even on days he likely shouldn't have. He'd played the game so long he'd gotten a job and a small apartment he decked out just for the game. He'd gotten himself to a good point relatively quickly by solo-grinding, and soon enough he was strong enough to start engaging in PvP for real. Not that he was really in the game to make others upset... but, he had to admit, making some dumb kitty pose after using his wide array of physical skills and seeing them shout at him was somewhat satisfying. Okay, a lot. But even then he was in it for the XP! Mostly. He was in the game for a lot of reasons. but he knew one thing... it was his game.

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Of course Allan had stayed inside of the servers the moment they shut. To him, the news of the closure had been filled with outrage and anger. Whatever sort of legal battle was there shouldn't have affected the game. He'd done his research, and to him the easiest solution was to transfer the servers to some other company, let them handle the upkeep, and let him keep playing! It'd made him angry enough he'd taken a day off the game! ...Which had actually broken his log-in bonus streak, and let him start getting some smaller rewards once again.

Allan had taken his time leveling up his character for a long while. He'd refused to let it go. And he'd refused to let himself get screwed over by the devs! When it was all over, though, less than half the total player count was even still inside the game when it was about to end. Most had gone off into private goodbye servers or somewhere else, and so Allan had climbed to the start of a massive mountain in the starting area, with enemies that could no longer hurt him, and just sat there, watching it as it happened. Watching the numbers tick down. Wondering what he was going to do with all these in-game items he hadn't gotten to sell off in time. And what he was going to do with his life. He'd watched as 11:59:50 ticked down those last ten seconds. Ten seconds until everything was gone, over, erased from memory...

...Instead, Allan had seen a bright flash, one that made him open his mouth in a howl of pain. He'd fallen over and rolled down a bit of the slope, coming to rest against a small tree that clung to the roots of the mountainside. The light felt like it was frying his insides, making every ounce of him burn in pain. And it hadn't gone away either! ...Or maybe that was him rolling down a rocky hill. But when it was over, he'd opened his eyes and saw the mountain. Then he'd looked over the side and saw the starting area off in the distance. The animals wandering about. And when he'd finally sat up, he realized that he felt the rocks under his hands in a way that didn't make any sense.

"What? I'm... There's nyo way I'm still in here..." Allan froze, "Nyo? Wait, but I'm nyot... huh?" He could feel it. The world around him didn't look the same. It looked... wider, more sharp in places and duller in others. He could feel wind blowing against him. He could feel his tail... his tail?! "What the?!" The sensation of him actually having ears and a tail was enough to make him flail... and promptly roll another good ten feet down the slope before he skipped to stop on all four, his tail thrashing in the air, the little ribbon he always wore on it fliapping in the wind.

"This cyan't be real," Allan had gasped out, "Nyo! Where am I?! W-What is gyoing on!? S-Stop mewing!" Allan rubbed his face. It was real. It was all real and real and real and real! What?! "I cyan't be doing this. I must be dreaming. Nya, I must really be dreaming!' But he wasn't. Something had happened. And Allan was about to face it for the first time in a long time...

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The forests had changed since the three weeks that he'd been stuck in here. Allan knew every inch of this world's map, yet he found that everything wasn't the same. The towns were different, the shops weren't selling goods virtually, and his world map now had areas on it that weren't filled in. He'd gotten an achivement for visiting every landmark, how was the map not filled in?! But more important, he'd found that his items, while still there, were all he had. There was no option to log out. Not way for him to get away. He was trapped inside this newly feline'd body, and he had to make due with it!

In one of his hands, Allan held a bill. It was a request to kill a local monster that had somehow escaped a dungeon underneath the forests. How that happened was beyond him. Monsters had set areas they could spawn in, so this made no sense. But then again nothing quite made any sense anymore now, did it? So Allan had gone out to kill it. He was still living off some excess in-game currency he had, but he'd need more soon. And killing the thing would at least help him get a place to stay. He hadn't ever gone to find in-game housing. It didn't suit him.

It was at that moment that Allan heard the sound of something crashing hard into the ground. His ears tilted in the direction, and with his new senses he was able to even smell it on the wind. With a growl, the lightly-armored ranger drew his bow and quickly rushed his way towards the scene. On his hips he had two daggers (which were formely cosmetic, and now housed his actual daggers). When he approached the scene to see someone under attack, his bur bristled. With a growl, he raised the bow and fired a warning shot to draw the creature's attention.

"I'd say something like pick on someone your own size," Allan growled out, tail bristling, "But a dumb beast like you dyesn't deserve that!" With a flash of speed, thanks to his many hours of grinding in the game, Allan climbed the nearest tree and quickly went about making his way towards the beast. When he was close enough, he traded his bow for his daggers, weapons he'd gotten as a rare drop from a dungeon a few lands over. The best part was their built in magical resistance, which, given the look of the elite he was facing, he didn't want to tussle with.

With another flash, Allan leapt from the trees, landing on the beast's back and plunging his daggers into them. He yanked the things through it's shoulder, cleaving a good way into its muscles before leaping from it, bloodied daggers in hand, and landing on all fours in front of the one under attack. Raising his head, Allan smirked at her, "Looks like I got here just in the knyck of time~" He purred out, "Don't worry, I'll protect.... oh come the fuck on!"

Immedaitely, Allan's face screwed up, "Nyo, nyo you can't be her! Nnygaaaaghg!" Allan spun around, "Nyah! I took the quest to kill that thing! I should be the only one who..." He shook his head, "What are you doing, Elara?! Buff me so I can get in there and cut it's dyamn head off!!"

 

[Kitten]

The oversized blackened orbs that were the beasts’ eyes disgracefully stared at the lone feline before it, depicting Elara’s reflection within them to ridicule her for being so naïve. It didn’t take long, hell, it didn’t even take any time at all for it to rejuvenate another lethal blow. Elara knew she’d dodge it with her quick reflexes, but she may damage an arm or leg in the process of getting in the fiend’s way.

Unexpectedly, a sharpened arrow traveling quicker than the blink of an eye sliced through the air. The sound of the weapon resonated in her elongated ears, causing them to twitch in alarm of another enemy, but this player was on her side. Deeply the knife-like head pierced into it without rhyme or reason, eliciting the beast to stop it’s slam in mid-air to distract itself from the uninvited blow.

Using it’s cluelessness to her advantage, she’d pick up speed and book the hell out of hitting distance. Once standing firmly in a less lethal distance, her head swiveled around to catch a sight of who flung that arrow. Raven tresses ruffled and shook with his movements, catching sight of his own feline ears and physique. Something about him looked familiar, but now wasn’t the time for playing Guess Who. She had to help him out… after all, he was now putting his life on the line to help a foreigner in need.

Except…

He wasn’t a random passerby.

“Awkwaaaaard.” She’d hum to herself as she caught a flawless peek at his face. Allan, the high-and-mighty-better-than-everyone-else-no-good-for-nothing prick. If it wasn’t evident enough, she loathed him.

Their first encounters proceeded within their guild, Cryptic. It was mainly a guild used for dungeons and raids, but it never rejected casual chatting and lounging around to make new friends. Elara and Allan held authoritative roles within the guild, leading and tending to their members. A small disagreement that ironically couldn’t be remembered caused the two to soar in distaste for one another. Allan decided to take it upon himself to leave the guild, eradicating himself from their quarrel. Elara thought he took it too far for no reason. It could’ve been sorted out with a civilized meeting to talk it out.

And for that, the respect she held for him dissipated.

Just as he noticed who she was, his facial features were priceless. Hearing him rage at her only caused her to smirk, relishing in the fact she could still cause such hatred to spew from him. It was even more comical to hear him talk that way. She learned how to control her vocal cords when she first started to sound just like him, but obviously he didn’t care and kept it. There was no way she could take him seriously now.

“You’re not my guildmate anymore, prick! I’m not taking orders from you!” She snapped at him with a growl, showcasing her extended canine teeth. “I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Piss off.” It felt so good to fire back at him since he left saying the final word before he quit. To pour salt into his wound, she buffed herself. Radiant flame-like light encased her body, almost looking like a fallen Goddess that fell from the heavens. Taking her right hand, she’d fling it harshly towards the creature, allowing several thickened shards of magic to escape from her fingertips. Almost all of the fragments landed on him, but these weren’t any ordinary “splinters”. As quickly as they dug into his root-like flesh they detonated with powerful bursts of energy.

Smugly she revolved her head to face him, giving him a hard cocky grin that would cause her facial muscles to ache from the strain. The brute was forced to take a few steps backwards, howling out in pain to its new wounds, but it would take more than a few fragments to cause any real result.

 

[OldSS]

Allan remembered that guild pretty well. He remembered all the arguments he got into with other people, all the times that he was the subject of heir own ire. It wasn't a time that he never remembered fondly quite at all, It was his own fault for joining a guild that didn't have his friends in it, or people that he knew. It wasn't even that he wasn't participating in battles or pulling dick moves like not giving out items. He wasn't a prick! He just hated the feeling of them all acting so high and mighty, getting to know each other, and giving each other items, and then acting like him being a mid-tier member of their guild was somehow not enough for them...

Elara. Oh her. He remembered her most of all. She'd been the tipping point for him to leave. It wasn't that he messed with her, or that he just didn't even care about her. He simply felt their personalities never got along well at all. It left him growling on his feet just looking at her, knowing that she was the one that he'd come to save. How? Why had he ended up going to save her, of literally every single other person in this game.... world... place?! She'd made him so angry with their fighting that he'd eventually left, simply because he wanted to take the high ground. He'd just quit the guild after a night of heated debate and then never gone back and went back to soloing the game.

And it seemed that him soloing had done him well! Now he was saving her. But that feeling of satisfaction, of getting to actually hold one over on her, was taken right away from him with how she immediately attacked him verbally. He growled, trying not to let his tail thrash around. Why had he made himself a catboy in front of this strong canine woman?! He used to do the 'ny' thing just for fun, and right now the last thing he wanted was her to hear him supressing meows between his attacks!

"Piss off? I thyink you would be dead by nyow if it wasn't for me!" Allan hissed back at her, "Don't just waste your MP, its probably-" The moment that she stared charging up magic, Allan knew better than to be in the way. He almost immediately threw himself to the side, and in turn watched her blast away at the beast's feet. If she was looking for validation, though, she wasn't going to get it.

"Haven't you memorized the types of mynsters?!" Allan growled at her, "If this thing came from a dungeon it's likely either undead or a creation! It's weak to either fyre or holy myyyyagic!" Allan went red in the face, trying to brush off the mewl he'd put in... damn his past self! "Whatever, I'll set you up!"

With that taken care of, Allan feinted to the left, drawing his bow and taking another deep breath. He focused his arrow towards the beast's shoulder, firing it and taking off running again. As the sharpened arrow took effect, Allan moved to once more climb a nearby tree and fire again, keeping the beast's attention on him as much as he could, praying that she was smart enough to know what he was doing!

 

[Kitten]

“Oh, is that so?” She’d retort back to his matter-of-fact declaration that she’d be a corpse if it weren’t for his courageous act to help out. “Whelp, we’ll never figure out the truth if you hadn’t come. I could still be just as doomed with your assistance. Think of that?” The right side of her lips and cheek quirked upwards to smirk at her witty comment. Arrows rocketed above her head to strike down the fiend that taunted them, but it moved its interest onto the flexible feline. Elara whipped her head around quickly as creamy tresses flung in the opposite direction to gawk at him.

“I don’t need to be saved…” She mumbled to herself with gritted teeth, not wanting to be a damsel in distress for him to hang over her head. It’s not like she asked to be in this situation. It stumbled upon her with no warning and was forced to roll with it.

It was apparent what he was trying to do, but she wasn’t having it and wanted to spoil everything of his. Both of her hands extended outwards so her palms were facing the front of the beast, flattening her ears to concentrate on her spell. Elara would murmur unique words under her breath as a luminous blue glow devoured her hands. Shouting out, she’d lean forward as the light turned into a laser, hitting the creature right into the center of its chest. Just as she planned, it turned around to face her again.

Was she signing her own death certificate? Why did she want to go to extremes to prove a petty point?​

“If you haven’t noticed, the game is a lot different than before, so you can’t just assume everything will happen in order like in the past.” Without facing him she’d shout the words out, holding her elegant beam onto the beast even though she was starting to strain from her magic depleting. It was true though, and she knew that he realized it as well. Nothing would ever be the same. The world they once knew and loved shifted to being unpredictable.

“If you choose to help, strike it from behind now that I have it occupied. If not, I’ll have to deal with it myself.” She’d pause as she walked backwards to keep the distance between the monster under control. “I want nothing to do with the reward. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t searching for it to begin with.”

 

[OldSS]

Allan didn't want to tell her that he'd already found out that the world itself wasn't the same that they remembered. It used the same map, the same locations, the same status effects and the same creatures, but nothing looked like it was now inside of some sort of AI script. Everything felt natural. Like they had truly stepped into another world. And that fact alone meant it was terrifying. For two players who had risen up the ranks by memorizing all the game offered, to think that was all now moot because of this sudden shift was as terrifying as the thought of what would happen if their health bars fully depleted in this world.

Which meant that Elara suddenly turning, shifting everything, changing the entire paradigm of the battle by drawing the beast's attention back onto her left him speechless, "Are you crazy?! You're only myaking it worse!" He groaned, gripping a nearby tree and pulling himself up onto the branch. He leapt up and landed on his feet, slowly pulling his bow out again and watching the magic-wielding woman in front of him. He took his time in trying to parse out what the best way to attack was. Thankfully, the monster was too feral to actually understand what they were planning.

"Fine! I'll do it form this side!" Allan spat, notching and drawing his arrow. He let the arrow fly and shot forward, his speed being something he'd personally grinded into becoming his greatest advantage. The arrow shot into the beast's back right by its spine, and a moment later Allan landed on the thing. He pulled out another another and jammed it into the other side of the beast's spine, gripping both arrows and thrashing his tail to keep himself upright. Caught between blood now spurting out of its back and the laser blasting hard against the thing's front, the two had the monster now confused and damaged.

"You're being a big... nyusiance!" Allan shouted, "It's time for you to go... to... sleep!" Allan twisted the arrows inside the beast, then leapt upwards and draw his daggers again. He plunged them into the beast's neck as best he could, holding on despite the warm and rather disgusting blood fountaining at his hands. He looked down at Elara and shouted, "Holy! Holy to the head!!!"

 

[Kitten]

Elara blocked his nagging out as she concentrated on putting all her energy into the fiend, granting Allan enough time to choose his action after she gave him two options. Not wanting to admit it, she was very grateful that he decided to lend her a helping hand, feeling somewhat relieved even though the creature was still in front of them, basically unharmed. Her slitted hues gawked at him as he climbed the trees as if they were nothing, wondering how he could pull that off so quickly. If it were her, she’d take over five minutes trying to hike up one branch alone. Then again, she never tried after becoming a full-fledged feline.

An oncoming arrow sounded off in the wind, but it happened way too fast, not even seeing it pass by before it hit the back of their enemy. Her legs wobbled slightly from growing tired, but she deemed to hold on for as long as she could. Pushing her palms further in front of her she’d intensify the surge of magic to hit the beast. What caught her off guard next was Allan carelessly stepping foot onto its back. Had he gone mad?! “You’re signing your death certificate right now you know!” Elara shouted loud enough for him to hear, but by the looks of it he knew just what he was doing.

It was incredibly disgusting to see the unique blood spew from its newly acquired wounds, not smelling like human blood at all. It had this rotten smell to it, like decaying leaves or anything in the forest in general. Some of it splattered onto her, but she was too focused to be pissed off at her newly tainted image. “Holy head?” She quirked a brow, having no idea what the hell he was meaning. Did he want her to put a hole in his head?”

Lifting her right hand, she’d apply everything she had onto its forehead, taking her left hand and flinging her enhancement onto Allan instead of herself. He glowed like the burning sun high above them, knowing well that he was feeling an amazing boost inside of him. It made her feel weaker, though, no longer having that on her. Elara’s spell was still strong enough, knowing that the beast was almost dead. Her laser began to sink into is skull, making it cave in, but instantly she stopped her magic and stood in front of it at a slightly alarming distance.

“Make the final blow, then you’ll get what you fucking wanted!” She panted, almost out of breath as her tail flunk upwards as it puffed itself out, ears laying flat against her head in irritation. She was happy for his help, but after everything was said and done, still rather upset with him. She’d lend a helping hand, but wanted him to make the killing blow and not interfering with his reward.

 

[OldSS]

Perhaps Allan was forcing a bit of his own experience in this area on her a lot harder than he normally would. Fighting holy-weak monsters were sometimes harder to discern. And given it looked a bit closer to minotaurs that could be considered water-weak, the confusion was understandable. But right now he was clinging to its back with all he had, holding it down and keeping its attention focused on him. Without anyone to draw aggro, he had to keep the creature focused on him. Thankfully, that was far simpler now, as literally clinging to its now bleeding backside was a good way to make any monster want to immediately rip you apart.

In the game, spells would only hurt those that targeted them. Right now, though, Allan felt a sudden race of fear that made his spine arch and his tail rapidly twitch in danger. His ears flattened to his head as he buried his face into its leathery skin, feeling the beast shuddering and roaring out in pain. The attack lowered whatever defense it had as any blow to the head would do. And with that opportunity -and near miss- in hand, Allan nodded to her.

"Dyon't mind if I do!" Allan shouted, drawing his knives again. He shut his eyes, then focused his sense of balance. With a massive yank of his arm, he leapt up the creature's back and swung under its arms, bringing the knives down into the skull. With the weakened blow the magic gave it, the knives sunk in deep, causing the creature to violently shudder and let out a noise between a whimper and a cry of agony before it fell down onto its knees. Allan held on as it full collapsed, its head hitting the dirt and eyes going glassy as he yanked the blades out of it.

"...F-Fuck... that was..." Allan raised his head up towards her, "Could've... could've realized how to take it down yourself, but I dyon't blame you... kiynda a crazy world out here right nyow," Allan panted, slowly standing up and drawing his now bloodied weapons out of the thing's head, "...Well. I guess I do owe you some thanks... I'm nyot gonna be that guy, so why dyon't we just split the reward for it? You'd be up a creek without me, same as you. I was only taking it to fill my pockets up a bit more anyways."

 

[Kitten]

The grotesque sounds of blades hilting inside every bit of flesh Allan yearned to strike made Elara wince in phantom pains. It’s as if she could feel each strike, tear, rip, gouge, the whole nine yards. It looked to be in pain, about to collapse from the torment he brought to it. Noticing it was near the end of its life, she retracted her hands and ceased all forms of magic, allow him to finish it off, no longer being needed. She bent down with her palms on her knees, panting from exerting herself a bit too much to show off. It was evident that he was relatively more skilled than her, and it caused her to scowl in resentment.

Then again, he did save her life, even though she hated to admit that.​

Catching her breath, she’d lean back upwards to straighten her posture, her tail laying limp against the back of her legs to look at Allan, who was retrieving his weapons to prepare for another battle whenever it came to it. It surprised her to see that he offered her a portion of his earnings, knowing it had to be a delicious amount. Wanting to be petty, she yearned to decline his offer, but the lack of coin in her inventory made her sigh in defeat.

“Thanks for splitting it, I didn’t expect that from you honestly.” She candidly indicated, unafraid to tell him what she thought and how she felt. It’s not like he’d be around her much longer, the two more than likely splitting off into their separate destination once their deal was finished and sealed.

As he rummaged for an equal balance, or whatever share he felt was appropriate, she’d talk for the hell of it since it seemed he was stuck just like her. “So, how do you feel about all of this?” Elara questioned, meaning the predicament they were in and trapped with no way out. “I feel like I’m becoming less human every day, and I don’t know how to feel about that.” She brought her hands up to her face and examined the splattered gunk on her that came from the beast.

“I’ve always loved and adored animals, hence my race, but becoming one? It’s rough.” She wondered if he felt the same, or if he enjoyed this new style of life. Her tail swayed like an antique clock, ticking back and forth as her ears flattened in concentration. “What have you been doing to survive? Meet anyone else like us? It’s hard telling the difference between a player I never met or a new NPC.”

 

[OldSS]

"You might think that I'm a bad person, but I'm really not," Allan informed her rather candidly, "Sure, you were annoying and you clearly don't do well without some DPS around to actually draw aggro, but I don't use magic and you know how to do it. Sort of a thing that works well together." He was working to supress the cat side of him that was begging him to keep letting out his little noises around. Why he'd decided on this avatar, he wanted to strangle out of his past self.

"We'll get our reward at the next town, it's only about a half mile that way," Allan pointed to the west, "Not even one that gave quests at first. They just happen to have a guild station there. Worked out for me," He twitched, feeling the urge coming on, "It's nyot been fun byeecoming an animal," He groaned out, "Fuck me. Apparently I'm set to mew whenever I dyamn well feel like it!" He grunted out, and even now, she could hear a slight purr from inside of his throat.

"As for how I fyeel? Thanks, I hate it," Allan grumbled, "I've been going around just doing the nyormal things you do. Grind, get quests, and stuff Having to actually eat and sleep was pretty weird at first. But I got used to it," He sighed, moving over and cutting the horn off the beast, wrapping it in cloth, and putting it in his bag, "This will be all they nyeed. Nothing more too it. If you go on a kill quest now, be sure to get a trophy."

"I haven't myet any other players.. not for lack of looking," He sighed, "Nyow that we're not being hunted down... why don't we stick together for a bit?" Allan grimaced, "I knyow we dont like each other, but we can at least help each other a bit. We'll figure out everything later."

 

[Kitten]

Elara almost didn’t want to hear how he spoke so highly of himself, being all nice and shit. She rolled her eyes, but something in her felt guilty for being so bitter while he was trying to be civil. He was right, though. They did work well together with their vastly different abilities. She wondered just how many quests they could complete, or even dungeons and bosses such as the one they just defeated. The Catgirl shook her head to rid of those thoughts, greedily thinking about the rewards that came with the objective.

Sighing, she didn’t really feel like walking anymore, but since the reward wouldn’t be out here in the open like usual, they had to go back in town and retrieve their riches. Mimicking him, she’d also slice off the other horn with her dagger, holding her trophy with uncertainty. “Hey, you do you.” She responded back to his comment regarding the way he talked. Actually, she’d already gotten used to it. “It’s kind of sad to learn that you haven’t found anyone else like us. I haven’t either. We just got unlucky, I guess.” She shrugged, not really knowing what else to say about their current way of life. “Regardless, I’m glad you’ve been keeping yourself busy and trying to learn how to live in this world.” She nodded once before gazing off into the distance of their future path.

“I mean, I need to get the reward too, so I’ll follow your lead and hang out.” Taking it upon herself she started to walk ahead. “C’mon, we’re wasting daylight.” Elara stated without turning her head to look at him but heard his oncoming footsteps that signaled he was following. “So, I’m guessing we’re going to the town up ahead, Kuha?” She questioned, holding the amputated horn up to her chest. “I haven’t been there in a while. They have some really good food.” She started to salivate slightly just thinking about the abundance of meat and their endless combinations with other food items.

Making small talk along the way, answering and asking questions, they’d arrive to the small town. It looked pretty tamed and not busy, occasional NPC’s or whatever they were talking down the pavement or entering and exiting different buildings. “I’m not too sure where we have to go to drop these off. I’ll follow your lead.” Elara stated before standing slightly behind him, waiting for his next movements to tell her where to move next herself.

 

[OldSS]

To say that Allan didn't have at least some mixed feelings about going into town like this with Elara would be a lie. In fact, he wasn't sure that he even really wanted her to come with him. But He wanted to be civil with her, mainly because she was the only one that he'd seen who was actually a player in all of this. It was easy to be mean to her, but hard to be nice. And even if he didn't want to admit that he was, having someone else around that could talk to him about what he was going through, more or less helped stave off the lonilness that being isolated in a place like this had brought on after being trapped here for so long.

"Kuha, yeah, that's the one," Allan thought about it before. The town used to just be a layover place for players who were going south from the starting town. He shrugged, "I actually was planning on heading south after I got this kill, but it looks like I'm nyot doing that nyow," He chuckled, "Nyever thought I'd ryun into anyother player around here, but I guess I'm glad it was you. You know those byandits that used to spawn along the roads? They're everywhere nyow." Allan shrugged, "I gyuess that once this stopped being a game it become like real life. Which is kinda scary to think of, honestly."

Once the two had entered Kuha, it was clear that whoever designed the game was a fan of the anime-fantasy-world aesthetic that had permeated a lot of them. Most houses were either thatched rooves or were made of traditional stone and brick further in, and even then there was some odd variations. The people there no longer moved on set loops, and some even waved at they and spoke to them as they walked through the streets. Allan directed them towards a large stone church, smiling at her as he did, "Request cyame from the head of the church here, said the creature was a stain on god. 'S how I knyew it was weak to holy magic." He chuckled, "We walk in, get our reward... then yeah, let's use that money and get ourselves some good food."

The priest of the church was an old man with eyes squinted shut, who thanked them both and gave them there reward in a way that didn't sound like a typical NPC. None of them did anymore. Allan took the money and split it by quickly counting out the gold, then passing half to her and keeping the rest, "There. Easiest gold you ever made, eh?" He chuckled, "So, where are you looking to spend it?"

 

[Kitten]

As the pair walked into the brick-like church, Elara’s eyes wandered around to inspect the inside. Like a normal church back in real life, the ceiling was way too high for no reason, symbolic images and items scattered everywhere, and pews to sit and pray at. She inspected the older man as he gave them their winnings. Thanking him in return and storing the cash in her inventory, she’d walk out of the holy abode with Allan. “Yeah, it was easy gold with both of us working on that thing. It would’ve been far too hard for one lone person to slay it, even you have to admit that.” She brushed some of her elongated snowy tresses out from her face, allowing it to rest against her back.

“I want something to eat. I’m staaaaaaarving.” She groaned out dramatically as she leaned her head back to face the sky. Composing herself, she’d look around, inspecting the signs attached to each establishment until one caught her eye. The “Boar’s Tusk Tavern” was an interesting name, deciding on the spot to venture into there. Using her index finger, she’d point to the right to show Allan. “I’m going to head over there. You don’t have to tag along with me anymore since we received our reward, but I can’t stop you if you do.” Shrugging, she’d start to walk across the road to head into the tavern, with Allan or not.

Opening the door wide enough, if Allan decided to come, she’d stride in. soaking in the atmosphere. The bar was filled with different races, chatting amongst one another and taking hearty swigs of their alcohol. Others sat at tables that were scattered around, eating and partaking in small talk while doing so. Since she was going to be eating, she decided to not steal a bar seat and instead found a vacant table with four chairs. Elara sat down and grabbed at one of the four menus on the table, inspecting it wondering what sounded the best even though everything sounded good.

 

[OldSS]

There was a certain feeling that the two of them had come to a crossroads together, and not one that Allan fully understood why. In that moment that she said that he could leave her alone, his mind was taken by a thought: should he? The desire to leave her alone was there, of course. She was indeed someone that had annoyed him to no end before. But then again... she was the first human that he'd met ever since this all started. In his gut, the thought of being alone, of having to go back out into that world without someone else to talk to, it... it almost made him grab her arm and tell her to stay.

Instead, Allan took that feeling and just let himself slide into the bar along with her, a small smile on his lips as he did. Bars weren't really his thing before this all started. He hated crowds and noise, which was why he'd joined a small guild where he could know everyone's name and face. He slid into the other side of the table with Elara, looking her up and down as he did. Right here, sitting with her, he could admit that she was... well, beautiful. A gorgeous body and a talented mind. Well. He'd always known that about her. But right now, in this atmosphere, it just felt right to admit it. Right to say that he did find her attractive.

"I think that it's for the byest that we party up," Allan put forward, "I knyow that you're capable with myajick. I'm good with my daggers and bow. We myake a good pair," Allan leaned in, "I knyow that we don't get along, but...." He inhaled, "I'm scared to go back out there and be alone, Elara. I'll be the big myan and say it. I'd rather stick with a capable player then die by some stupid trap out there." He tapped the menu, "I recommend the honey trout. Two drinks, please!" He waved over at one of the waitresses, looking to Elara and slowly putting his hand out over the table, "...What do you say? Party up until we figure out how to get home?"

 

[Kitten]

Elara lifted her head up to look into Allan’s eyes, searching them as he was admitting not wanting to venture off into this unknown world alone. Her eyes widened, not expecting him to say anything like that after he cursed her out when first seeing her again. Perhaps that beast made him rethink about how dangerous this world really is, not wanting to die without anyone caring or even remembering him. It was the bitter truth, and he brought it to light and made even her rethink about it. It’s only been a few weeks of them in their new world, so they were lucky to start off like this so early on.

“I admire your honestly, despite everything we’ve been through.” Elara thoughtfully stated, returning her gaze to the menu as she thought more onto it. “How about this. We’ll go through a trial period of pairing up to see if everything runs smoothly. If not, then we know we’re not as compatible as we’re thinking.” Simply she stated, setting her menu down as the waitress passed by to take their order. Already ordering her a drink, she raised her brow sassily.

“Oh? I bet your ass I can outdrink you.” Proudly she stated, knowing she can handle her liquor fairly well, but since she was drinking on an empty stomach, she was bound to get intoxicated quicker than normal. “Can I get an appetizer of the meat samples?” Elara requested, the waitress nodding and leaving the two to themselves. She returned promptly to bring the two drinks and food. She took a quick bite of something that tasted like steak, wanting to have something in her stomach before gripping onto the handle of her mug. “So? Wanna bet? Or are you too much of a pussy? Meow…?” She sarcastically spoke to him, giggling after feeling so proud of herself for being witty. Elara had no idea of how he was starting to view her, oblivious as she continued to act the same, yet felt friendlier towards him.

Maybe she was changing slightly too after finding the only piece of reality she had left in this world? ​

 

[OldSS]

Was part of he fact that he was so open to admitting that to her him trying to claim a high ground over her? Maybe that was it on the surface. But he knew that she was dependable in many ways. And that she was able to survive this long with him. This world felt like it was getting to him, slowly. Even now as he sat in the bar, the noises weren't the same. If everything in the world around him could change just like that, did that mean he could too? That thought was enough to make him shudder. But even then, he wasn't thinking on that. That was in the back of his mind. Instead, he was focused on the fact he had an incredibly annoying woman now challenging him.

"You think you can drink me under this table?" Allan grinned, "You don't knyow what you're dealing with. Back in the real world I used to do shots just to log in and have fun on raids," He grinned, and in that moment ,his tail slowly rose up and flicked against the drink in front of him, "Hmmph. Open a tyab for us. The reward fee will myore than cover this. It's not going to take that long~!"

With that, Allan took a bit of her own meat platter and bit off what looked like roasted chicken, getting the same amount in his gut -less given he'd just been fighting monster- before throwing his first drink back. With a chug that almost was impressive, he slammed it down and grinned at her while using his tail to wipe his lips just to taunt her. He held up his hand for another drink, and soon enough he'd gotten four of them in front of them both. He gave her a long wink, then leaned backwards and threw down his second drink, barely even noticing the taste of it before it was gone. Even then, though, he had to take a moment to cough before he was able to grip the third. He was determined to handle himself like this... even if he was going to get drunk off his ass to prove himself.

 

[Kitten]

“Taking shots before raiding, huh?” She restated his fact, the feline laughing as she pressed her dainty fingers against her lips in an attempt to tune it down a bit. “Please, spare me. On my days off, I’d start in the morning and drink until the beginning of a new day. Can’t start drinking all day if you don’t start in the morning, am I right?” Gripping onto the mugs handle with more force than before, she’d clank her own against his, signifying that their bet was now commencing.

Elegantly, unlike Allan, she’d purse her lips onto the edge, tilting it up to take hearty gulps. She wasn’t afraid to admit that she despised the taste of booze, stopping halfway to make a disgusted face. “Just because I hate the taste doesn’t mean I can’t hold it down any better.” Grinning, she continued to finish her first mug, leaving nothing but a bit of frothy foam on the bottom. Gingerly she sat it down, rubbing it in his face that she didn’t have to be as aggressive as him to drink her alcohol.

Her tail coiled around her body to rest on top of her lap, rolling her eyes at Allan for trying to show off. “Please, you’re trying too hard. What’s the matter? A pretty little Kitten such as myself is too much for you?” Elara giggled, reaching for her second mug to consume its contents. The taste of the booze was beginning to fade, her lips numbing and tingling softly to let her know that it was beginning to affect her to some degree.

Once Allan coughed after his second drink, Elara laughed even louder than usual, the effects now showing on the outside and not just to herself. “Went down the wrong pipe? Aw….” Her cheeks were beginning to flourish in a light hue of pink, grasping ahold of the third mug messily. Some of it spilling from the sides due to her shaky and uneven grasp.

“Ooopsies!” She gasped as some fell on her lap. “I’m just gonna save that for later, y’knoooo?” Another stupid giggle before she leaned her head back, drinking less grandiloquent than before. She chugged this one, not stopping even though her lungs ached for air. Slamming it down, she breathed heavily, using the back of her hand to wipe off the remnants from her lips before lashing her tongue out to lap at the liquid now on her skin.

 

[OldSS]

What Allan had forgotten about this world was that this body of his wasn't the one that he'd originally had. He'd assumed he had his normal alcohol tolerance, the one that normally wold let him have drinks for a long time. Right now, though, he was putting that down as he tried to endure the taste of booze. If she didn't like it, it was even worse for him. This feline tongue he had now was far more sensitive to taste, and the beer was just slightly took warm for him to be able to ignore it when it was chilled. He much preferred something like bourbon if it was up to him, but he'd taken her on and he wasn't about to stop!

"This isn't anywhere... nyear enyough for me!" Allan grinned at her, "You're nyot looking too hot yourself!" He threw back his third mug, doing his best to keep his face straight. Oh, there it was. He could feel that slight sensation in his body, that small offset. Like he was beginning to move just slightly in slow motion. A bit more wild in his motions and actions. And more importantly, his lips felt slightly bigger, and his tongue number. He grinned at that feeling. It'd been too long since he let himself loose like this!

"Oh I know, gotta save something... 's why we use canteens!" He giggled at his joke, then moved to take his fourth. Just like her, he threw his head back and took it all down in one long gulp, even if it made his body quake for air. As he threw his head back, though, a lot of it spilled out from his cheeks, staining the top of his shirt, "Gah... I'm saving some too..." He smiled happily, panting out as he tried to mimic her. But when he realized it wasn't worth it, he just put it down and let out a few gasps. All of that alcohol was starting to hit him now... and it was clear that he was a very giggly drunk.

"Hehe..." Allan raised his tail up, trying to use it to grab his next mug and letting it slip from his grasp several times, "Kitties... how weird is it that we're actually both cats?" He purred out as he started into his fifth, "Mhmh... nyo, nyot nyow..." He pushed it away, half full as he slumped forward slightly, "Like... like think about it, we're so... we're both so like. WE're cats! And... and we're both, we're both such good cats, right?" He purred out, "Like, you're incredibly cute as a kitty... and I'm cute as a kitty... how weird is all this, kitty stuff?" He giggled, "Hehehe... pussies.... pussy...cats."

 

[Kitten]

After the third mug of booze entered her gut, she knew she had to tap out. Being drunk in this game was a LOT different than how she would get in real life. It was as if everything was amplified, and it was a mixture of being scared yet feeling wayyyyy too good on this liquor high. Elara looked over at Allan, watching him also spill some of the devil’s liquid onto him, the poor feline puffing out her cheeks to contain her laugh, but it ruptured anyways despite her tries. Her hands instantly wrapped around her stomach, her head leaning backwards on the chair as she couldn’t stop laughing at something that shouldn’t have been that funny.

Once the laughing fit was over, she took her index finger to wipe away the giggle-filled tears, letting out one last giggle. “You saved more than meeee!” she finally responded before her eyes glanced over at the fourth mug, but didn’t try to take it, knowing she’d probably upchucked if she did so. “Alright, I’m tappppppping out! You win or something like that… Haha I’m a loser.” Leaning her head back again, she looked up at the ceiling, watching it shift around due to her inebriation before looking back at the other feline before her.

Her body wobbled around slightly in her chair as she listened to the drunkard ramble on about being cats, only making Elara want to laugh more but she chose not to but did let out a few giggles here and there. “OH!!! You said pussy!!! Ooo that’s bad!” Her hands reached upwards to cup her mouth, gasping as if he just offended her, but laughed as she retreated her hands. “I’m just fuckin’ wit yaa. But yeeees! I looooooove having a tail to move from side-to-side, and my ears are soooo fluuufy!!!” Taking her hands, she’d reach up to squeeze hers before moving them around in off directions before stopping as an idea came to her mind.

“Wait! Are yours as fluffffy?!” The flushed girl asked before standing. With a few wobbles, she eventually steadied herself and stood behind him, slumping over the back of his chair and resting her head on his shoulder as her hands squeezed and tugged at the flimsy and fluffy raven-colored ears, giggling as she did so. “They arrree!! Dude!!!” Excitedly she stated, a soft purr vibrating in her throat to be heard against his nearby ear. Lifting her head, she'd rub her right cheek against his left ear, feeling the softness on her skin before nuzzling it randomly. "It's like a pillloooowwwww!"

 

[OldSS]

There was a certain point at which when Allan was drunk he would start to feel a bit of fear, telling him not to go any further. That was about one mug ago. By this point, he was doing his best to stay upright. For him, being drunk wasn't about feeling like he was always going to be off balance, but more like he was just doing his best to not over-extend himself. Trying to stand up would pitch him further forward than he knew that he should, so for now he was hoping to stay in his chair. Which was promptly shattered when she stood up and moved around behind him, making him let out a small groan as he tried to follow her.

"I don't, don't go around feeling up my own ears, but yours look fluffy... really fluff," Allan smirked, a little giggle before letting out a loud groan as soon as she began to play with his ears, "H-Hey, that feels really.... really weird! Like, nyot bad weird, it's like, like, like..." His mind stalled out the more she continued to rub, "Nyghg... you're close..." He sighed out, "And warm... and you smell nyice..." His nose worked somewhat overtime now, taking in her scent. He wasn't able to stop himself. He was more so just unable to stop himself from talking. So when he heard her little line, he blinked as he looked her outfit up and down.

"I think the one with the pillows is yyoouuuu~" Allan smirked, reaching his hand out and placing it, rather softly, against her large chest, "Mhm... it's a big chest..." He giggled out, trying to keep himself from sounding dumb. His ears flicked a bit as his own mind began to race a bit, "Mhm... I just had an idea... like, crazy." He smirked, "I really... really am super, like, super grateful that you helped me out back ther.e.. so I wanna help you out too..."

With that said, Allan stood up, turning to face her and slowly wrapping his arms around her hips to pull her in a little closer, "You are... an adorable kitty, and I'm a kitty, and kitties can do... do things with pussies... wait," Allan shook his head, "What if, we go upstairs, and I like... make you feel really good?" He giggled, "As in, you go with me, and show me your pussy... and then I make you feel nice?" He smirked at her. A true casaonva, in the flesh.

 

[Kitten]

Elara was off into her own little world, giggling like a schoolgirl as she continued to mess with his ears childishly. “Shhh! Stop it, your fluff needs to be appreciated!” She retorted once he told her to stop touching them and that it was starting to feel strange. Once she had her fun with his pointed ears she’d retreat while laughing, still standing behind him. “What? Me? Smelling good? Hahahahahah, you’re probably smellllling the food!” He wouldn’t be able to tell that she was blushing underneath her already reddened cheeks, not entirely sure how to take his compliment. Come to think of it, he did smell nice himself as she toppled over him moments ago.

“H-hey! Those are NOT pillows!” Elara indicated loudly, but she still had a smile decorated on her face, her drunken state uncaring to his vulgar grasps and fondles. Lazily her hands reached to his own and gripped at his wrists, yet she didn’t pry them off from her. Allan’s sincere confession struck Elara off-guard, not expecting him to say anything like that. “No no no no, you’re the one that helped me! I would’ve been roadkill by now!” She laughed nervously, insatiably curious as to what he meant by helping her out, too.

The grip he had on her waist was distinct. It seemed needy, eager, and craving something dangerous. “You doing alright there?” She inquired, almost seriously, as she looked up at him, searching his face for an answer before he decided to spill it himself. Throbbing, her heart picked up the pace, feeling the aura shift and change in a way she hadn’t expected, almost taking her breath away. What he said next though, made her mouth drop and hang open. Quickly, her hands covered his naughty mouth, shushing him before anyone else heard. “Allan! You didn’t have to be soooo loud about that! You could’ve at least whispered it! Here, I’ll show you.” Feeling confident that he wouldn’t blurt out more obscenities, she took her hands off from his mouth, her right-hand gripping at the collar of his shirt. Swiftly she pulled it downwards, forcing Allan’s head to lower and get to her level.

Softly, her lips pressed up against his ear, the feline able to feel how hot her breath was as she exhaled to speak to him. “See? This is a whisper…” Gingerly she murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. “And my answer? I think it’s a yes.” After responding to his proposal, she pulled away from him and released her grip on his shirt, giving him a suggestive smirk. “Lead the way, then… I think I’ve been a good girl for helping you…but, I’m ready for my reward, and I'm not talking about the one back at the Church…”

 

[OldSS]

Allan knew why he was saying what he was. It wasn't like he didn't know that, from the start, she was amazing. Incredible, even. Sure, he hated her on some level, despised being around her, they were enemies more so than friends... but part of him admired that. He admired that someone could keep up with him, could challenge him. And today had just proven that together. Maybe isolation had driven him into craving another, but he was sure he had these feelings before. Well. Pretty sure. The alcohol he had in him was enough to make him wonder if perhaps he was just doing some backwards justification for the fact he'd just come onto the first woman he met that was human in weeks...

When her hands shut his mouth, he was somewhat confused, and continued talking into a long, "Mhmpgmh, mphmmh mph?" Until she finally moved in to start making him think. All that time let his mind calm down a little bit. A small bit. But even then, it left him wondering what was about to happen here. His heart was suddenly pounding. His mind was going. And he wanted to suddenly do many things for her. But he was quiet for now. Quiet as he thought of her, looked at her. Felt her lips that drove him wild and made his tail twitch and fluff up. And when she finally pulled away, he mirrored her smirk with one of his own.

"Then leave it to me, to take care of you tonight," Allan giggled, "A lovely... a lovely woman like you, should have someone like, like me, who knows how, like, lovely you are," Allan nodded, leaning forward and gently taking her hand. He stared at her chest, wanting to touch it, but... deciding not to. Instead, he just took her hand in what little gesture he could give her and guided her towards the bar owner, drunkenly asking for directions to an inn. Soon enough they found themselves in a connected building, with Allan putting down gold for a room and guiding her up the stairs, leaning on her as much as she did him to get up to the room at the end of the hall. A room with one bed, a single small table, and a window with blinds drawn shut. A candle-lit lamp stood on the nightstand, illuminating a small space.

"Now... now I. I want to give you this thing proper, okay?" Allan turned once the door was shut and locked, looking at her and giving his best seductive grin, "A beautiful... a beautiful woman, that's like you, deserves, to get like... like. Like. The good treatment," Allan stepped forward, "But Imma spent most of tonight, making you feel so good and want more so I can give it..." With that, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her own, a long kiss, a true kiss, even if it was sloppy and mishandled. He tried to pin her to the wall to draw it out, make it longer, warmer, give her some more comfort... in reality he was more or less leaning on the wall for support in turn.

 

[Kitten]

“Hahahaha, you’re saying ‘like’ a lot!” Elara giggled as he grasped ahold of her hand, the girl sluggishly gripping onto his in return as she walked unevenly. Before forgetting, she tossed a random amount of coin to pay for their tab, feeling it was only fair if he was going to pay for their room. She leaned on him for support, and he did the same for her, the pair wobbling up the stairs, having plenty of moments when it seemed as if they would fall. The more she sloped onto him, the more intoxicating his scent got. Was she only acting out due to being alone for a lengthy amount of time? Was she truly fond of Allan or just wanted a night’s worth of comfort and ecstasy? The more she pondered over it, the more she realized he wasn’t as bad as what she made him out to be. He had a tender heart, and only have the rough exterior to her endless taunts. Now that his shield was broken? Elara could see perfectly what lied underneath.

As they entered the room, she watched as Allan locked the door behind him before returning his attention onto her, the two exchanging heated grins. Elara paced herself to stand in front of him, hearing him explain how unbelievably good he was about to make her feel. She shook her head and giggled warmly. “That’s if your drunk self can keep up with your desires!” Even more, she closed the distance between them, her chest slightly pressing onto him as she gazed up into his hues adoringly. “…but don’t think I’m the only one that’s going to feel good, ‘kay? You’re just as deserving, so let me do the same to you…” With those final words, she felt their lips crash into one another, feeling his heated breath graze against her lips as he exhaled to prepare for another sloppy kiss.

Feeling her back press against the nearby wall, her hands reached up to coil around the nape of his neck, forcing him to get as close as he possibly can to her. “Allan…” she mumbled his name onto his lips, her hands undoing their coils to reach down to the hem of his shirt. “Let me see you, all of you.” She sounded demanding yet sweet in the same breath, gently tugging his shirt upwards to expose his torso to her hungry eyes. Once she removed his shirt, she’d toss it to the ground uncaringly, only invested in the newly bare flesh before her.

Retreating her lips from his own, as sad as it made her, they made their way to new places. Their first stop was on his neck, kissing it deeply and letting some of her upper teeth rake his skin for another sensation. Next, they’d linger down to his collar bone, then to his chest as she bent her knees to get lower. “I think you know where this is going.” Lewdly Elara stated as she grazed more hot air onto his abdominal region. As she continued to kiss around his navel, her hands found themselves occupied by fidgeting his pants and unfastening it in any way that was needed to let them fall around his ankles. After some messy hand arrangements and drunkenly fiddling around, her wish was granted, but not entirely. The next obstacle was briefs underneath his pants, Elara quickly griping at the bottom of each leg hole and jerked it down. Excitedly his member was released from its confines, jolting upwards to stiffen.

“Wanna see what this mouth can do?” She questioned as she took the base of his cock into her grasp, pointing it directly into the path that would lead it to her lips. Tenderly she’d give his shaft uneven kisses, occasionally lashing her tongue out to stroke the barren skin, before opening her mouth wide enough to grant the tip of his dick into her watering mouth, her eyes looking up at him as she started to sink down onto it.

 

[OldSS]

There was an electric heat in the air that Allan could feel, and when she moved to take hold of his shirt, he felt it in full force. He'd been with a woman before, of course, but he hadn't been with one that was... as utterly stunning as Elara. Nor had he been with one that he knew as well as her (or as well as raging at someone in a video game could). It was for that reason the heat and tingling that went through his spine was making it hard to focus, though the alcohol wasn't helping. Even then, the cold air of the room on his chest made him shudder. He was a thinner man, with a decent set of muscles that this cat-adventurer body had granted him. He wasn't unattractive normally, but he certainly preferred this body that he had here.

"I... think I know..." Allan whispered. The warm kisses she gave him were intoxicating. He wanted to feel her, each one tingling through him in a warmth that was burning away part of the drunken warmth he was feeling. He leaned hi head down and gently tried to pet her, not knowing what else to do. But her words were lewd enough he leaned down to help her with his pants, "I-I'm gonna have fun d-doing this to you~" Allan made sure the promise there was made. So when she finally moved to actually hold onto his hips, putting her face... there, he blushed slightly, wondering what she would say about his shaft. He felt confident in his size, long enough to comfortably rest on her face if he wanted to, plus he had some good girth too... that's what, guys online always went on about, right?

"E-Elara~" Allan let out a moan not unlike that a woman would give as soon as her kisses touched his shaft. Just being exposed like that was a rush to get him starting to harden up. But the more that she touched, licked, took it into her mouth, he grew harder and harder. Soon enough, he was at his full mast... though if it was 'soon' would be up to his drunken mind. Either way, he almost nearly moved his hands out and wrapped them around her head, digging his fingers into her ears and giving them long, deep scratches, wondering if that would make her happy. And soon enough he was filling part of her mouth, unsure if he should go any further. But need and the want to be in charge made him slowly pet her head more as he gently pushed his hips forward to fill her mouth, one inch at a time and backing out almost all the way as he worked her mouth steadily.

"I-I don't want you thinking, I-I'm gonna be some selfish dude that, like, like makes you upset..." Allan groaned out as his hips began to steadily move, "M-Mhmgh... y-you may have, gotten this far like, already, but... I-I'm gonna be the one that makes you feel like, the best~" Allan grinned at her, his hands still digging into her ears, petting her, playing with her, making her happy, "H-Heh, when this night is over, I-I'm gonna make you cum a-at least twice as much as I have... I-I'm gonna make sure of it~" He purred out a bit more, "S-So ready yourself~!"

 

[Kitten]

As Allan stroked her elongated snowy ears, she’d let out a continuous purr, having him feel his shaft vibrate to the motions of her throat as he buried himself into her esophagus. She wasn’t afraid of him hilting all the way inside of her throat, the alcohol helping immensely with not having a gag reflex in this moment. Even if he did it himself or not, she’d lower down all the way onto his cock, feeling her lips brush up against the base and kiss it. Elara would hold herself there for several seconds, wanting him to relish in the warmth of her throat and how tight it was holding onto his shaft. Once she felt her lungs ach harshly enough that was her cue to retract herself and gasp for the plentiful air in the room. A thin strand of saliva connected from her lips to his cock, soon disappearing.

“You talk a lot for not showing me all that you can do.” Elara blurted out with a giggle reverberating at the end, taking her time to enjoy taunting him furthermore like before. This time, though, it was in a friendlier manner and not filled it toxicity with an intent to hurt him. Standing back up on her feet, wobbling a bit in the process, she’d use her right-hand to grip at his saliva coated dick and stroke it hungrily, her plush pink lips delving into his own as she enforced him to walk backwards until the back of his knees felt the edge of the bed, forcing him to fall onto his back onto the mattress.

Like her feral ancestors, she crawled on top of him, as if he were her prey that she’d been attempting to catch for a very long time. “I’m sorry for stealing your spotlight, Allan…” Sarcastically she pouted her lips before leaning down to give him a single kiss, lifting back up to gaze into his hazy eyes. “Here, how about this. I’ll let you go ahead and do what you want, but I can’t promise I’ll be a good girl, kay?” Another drunken giggle left her silly lips. She’d give his cock another stroke with her hand a soft lick on the tip of it before hopping off of him completely and sat besides him with her legs crossed.

“Alright. Show me then. Indulge me and make all that talk come to reality. I’m waiting, Allan.” She smirked at him, unable to stop herself from being so mocking towards him, but she hoped that would propel him to intensify what he wanted to do to prove a point that he wasn’t fucking around.