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This story is part of the "Virtual Reality" chain of Literotica stories in which a character based on the writer finds themselves drawn into a video game they enjoy and able to manipulate its elements to their liking. Thanks to friend FallingtoFly for starting this chain. I was honored to participate. All Metal Gear fans, please excuse the spoilers within this story and the adult satirical depiction of the game we love. Now, without further ado...
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Virtual Reality- Metal Gear Solid
"Snake? You alright, Snake?"
I frown, opening my eyes to a strange darkness. My body seems odd, and heavier than normal. I can't see my surroundings, and I can hear little apart from the woman's voice. It's a nice voice, sort of familiar, but... I shake my head and jump back, bumping into a wall. Something between me and the wall stops me from hitting it directly and I bounce off. This sets off a cacophony of barks and howls from sources I can't see. What the heck?
"Snake?"
I stretch out my arms, grimacing, and meet with walls around my shoulders. Frowning again, I try to pull myself together. Okay, what is going on? Where am I? The last thing I remember, I was up very late, playing one of my favorite addictive videogames, and... Oh my God.
"Snake?"
I grope in the dark, find the edges of the sheath I'm in, and feel them. Yep, just as I thought. Cardboard. I'm inside an upside-down cardboard box. And judging from that voice and the noises of dogs barking and howling... no, not dogs. Wolves. I'm in the Wolf Caves of Shadow Moses Island. Somehow I've entered the video game I was playing just before I fell asleep. Not only that, I'm in the body of the lead character. This has to be some kind of weird dream, or maybe someone's playing a trick on me. I pinch myself and feel the objects strapped to my body. Shoot, I really am in a cardboard box and military jumpsuit. Shoot, I really have a pack containing a FA-MAS assault rifle, combat rations, and all the other gear I should have at this point in the game. Shoot, I'm not waking up. This is no dream, no trick. As if to accent this realization, I hear a panting and sniffing close to me. Then there is a low growl.
"What's wrong, Snake? Don't you like dogs?"
I open my mouth to reply, but before I can the wolves growl again. I am worried about them, but then I remember that close to the woman who's speaking to me they aren't dangerous. They consider her part of their pack for some reason and thus don't attack Snake when he's close to her. This calms me down.
"Snake?"
I push the box off me and open my eyes to the dim light of the surrounding caves. The wolves are in the shadows of the rock walls, keeping their distance. A lithe redhaired woman is looking at me with a petulant expression. My eyes roam over her well-proportioned camofluage-clad figure and I grin. Yep, I'm where I thought I was. Either that or this is one heck of a role-play setup. I discard the latter possibility as I look myself over and again see the weapons and my gray jumpsuit. No way this is a role-play. Nobody could have gotten a garment this tight onto me while I was asleep.
Meryl Silverburgh steps closer and puts a hand on my cheek. I grin at its warmth. She raises an eyebrow. I look her over again, smiling. A fitting heroine for this action video game, I think. Smart, resourceful, and a hell of a looker. That short red hair, those flashing green eyes. Such a body too, and now it's real and up close, not pixelated. I wonder if... She crosses her arms and steps away frowning. I drop the idea.
She's perceptive, I remind myself. And supposedly she underwent psychotherapy to destroy her attraction to men upon entering the military. Didn't want it to cause any problems. She's still one heck of a flirt, though, and very adept at hard-to-get. The game's hero, Snake, likes her, and I do too.
"Are you okay?" Meryl asks. "You went still for a minute there."
"Fine," I reply, and she frowns. I frown too, realizing it's my own voice that's coming out and not Snake's. I look at my body and see that it's the same too. Somehow Snake's been taken out of the game and I've been put in his clothes. I look a lot like Snake- same unruly dark blonde hair, rougish good looks, and muscular build- so it's not a big deal, but Meryl has to be noticing the subtle differences. I wonder how I can possibly explain.
She shakes her head. "You put on a new disguise, huh? I was wondering what you were up to under that box."
Okay, phew. She came up with a good explanation on her own. Thank goodness. I nod, trying to clear my head and remember what's going on. Shadow Moses Island, I recall the game. A force of twisted terrorists led by my character's evil twin brother have taken over an Alaskan military base and are fixing to start nuclear war. My character, Snake, has been sent in to stop them. My only allies are Meryl and... I slap my head, realizing something all of a sudden. If I'm in the game at the same point where I was before I blacked out due to fatigue...
"Snake?" Meryl grimaces at me again.
I wave her to silence and check my wrist for my communicator. Good, it's there and simple to figure out. I key it to the right frequency and raise the mike to my lips. "Otacon? Are you there? Otacon?" Meryl shakes her head and steps away from me, walking to a large door in the far wall.
It takes a few seconds for my character's nerdy engineer buddy to come on. "Snake, is that you? You sound weird."
"Never mind," I snap. I debate for a moment, wondering if this will even be possible. Try it anyway, I tell myself. "I need a favor. You know the Armory?"
"Yeah."
"Go in there to the locked Level 5 room and get the Sniper Rifle. Bring it to the bottom of Communications Tower A. I'll meet you there."
"Snake, what are you talking about?"
"You have Stealth Camoflauge, Otacon!" I remind him. "No one can see you. You have a Level 6 keycard and a handkerchief with the right scent on it to get you past the wolf pack in the caves between the Armory and the Tower. I need that rifle and I need it now. Don't argue with me. Just get it here." I check my supplies. "And pick up some extra rations and ammo too, okay?"
"Uh, are you alright, Snake? Did Psycho Mantis mess with your mind or something?"
"Just get me the stuff, Otacon," I growl. "I would have gotten it before if I could. I need it ASAP."
"Okay, calm down. I'll have it there in a while. Hang on." I nod and click off.
"What's the matter?" Meryl asks, stopping at the door.
"I have a bad feeling," I tell her. "The bad guys have one of the world's deadliest snipers on their team, and we're about to walk into her prime hunting grounds. I need to be able to fight back."
She stares at me, then smiles. "Mantis must have messed with your mind in a good way before he died. You've suddenly gotten smarter."
I grin back, not bothering to reply. Okay, I think I can get through this, I tell myself. I'm probably only here temporarily- I'll be out before I know it. Until then, I can have some fun. It's not hard to think of a plan. I've played this game often enough, I'm familiar with all the weapons and moves. And I'm already about halfway through. The bad guys are hurting right now. They've lost their M1 tank and a lot of their soldiers. The master of disguise Decoy Octopus and the psychotic psychic Psycho Mantis are both dead. Revolver Ocelot, the Russian gunfighter and torturer, is missing a hand and not a serious threat anymore. I know exactly what's ahead of me and how to get through it. Not only that... I laugh, remembering something else.
"Snake?" Meryl raises an eyebrow as I take the keycard she gave me earlier out of my pocket and snap it in half. "What are you doing? That card is the only way to stop the nukes!"
"Wrong," I counter as I discard the pieces. "It's the only way to activate the nukes. They don't have the passwords they need, and they were planning to trick me into using this to arm the warheads instead." I add a lie to explain myself. "Mantis told me with telepathy when he got remorseful before he died."
"Are you sure that he wasn't..."
"Trust me!" I chuckle and key another frequency into my radio. I am about to hit the transmit button to gloat at the traitor I know to be the enemy leader, but then I change my mind. Best to keep the element of surprise for now. "There's a minefield on the other side of that door, right?" I ask Meryl. "Between us and the Communications Tower?"
"Yeah. Don't worry, I know how to get through it. I..."
"It's okay," I nod, opening the door. "I do too." I step into the enclosed snowfield on the other side and look at the Communications Tower across the way, trying to keep a smile off my face as I think of what lies ahead. The game's bad guys aren't a threat on a worldwide scale anymore, but they still need to be taken down. Then Meryl and I can go home triumphant. But I better impress her some first, just so it all works out okay. I look around and nod, then crouch down and start crawling around. Each time I near a mine, I carefully take hold of it, smile as it instantly disarms itself at my touch- hey, this is a video game!-, and stow it in my pack.
Meryl watches nervously, a strange look on her face. Good, I think. Maybe now you'll associate me with the legendary commando who defeated an M1 tank singlehandedly, the hero your uncle Colonel Campbell told you about. Not the idiot you've gotten the drop on twice. If clearing this minefield doesn't work, the next bit I remember...
