The Gamers Gambit Pt 04

ROUND 2

Date: March 14th, 21XX

Location: Lakeside

High Score: 77,783

Top High Score: 3,333,360

Loading...

Loading...

Load!ng..

Waves of cool water lapped against his arms and cheeks. The sky dominated his vision, with a bright, angry sun looming in midday. A few clouds cast shadows onto the lake, and one started to block the sun. All things considered, Gamer felt at peace.

"That was a royal ass kicking," Gamer reserved himself. The soreness from Asterion remained. All the terms he mentioned were fighting game related. He needed to learn them, or find a way to circumvent them. Otherwise, his goal would slip between his fingers, and his existence would be annihilated. He sighed, "I got lucky, at least. Now I have some time to think..."

A text box popped up in front of Gamer, "It wasn't all luck."

Gamer bugged out for a moment, "Woah,

did Asterion hit me so hard that I can see the matrix now?"

"No, silly! How's about this -- time to wake the fuck up, samurai! The soy boy with the gyat is yip yipping on the periph!" the text box interjected.

There was familiarity to the words, like a distant, cringey memory, "Wait...is that you, Samira?"

An avatar picture popped up with the text now. It framed the portfolio of a youthful, dark-skinned woman. A cybernetic headset covered her eyes like boxed glasses, and the wires ran back through her black hair. The wires lit up LEDs, like high-tech highlights. The text read, "What's up, lil brother?"

"Samira!" Gamer's heart soared. "Boy, am I glad you're here."

"In your darkest hour, I appear! Now if only I can say your name. Gamer! Ah, it autocorrects!"

Gamer didn't care too much, "It is what it is. Where have you been?"

"(˶ˆᗜˆ˵) I've been here, like, the whole time. The protocol popped the cherry, but there are so many firewalls and security nodes in their coding that it's farking my groove. It takes forever to bypass everything safely. I can't even stream to you without setting off a bunch of alerts. It'll have to be text only...for now. At least I was able to enable some player options for you."

"I appreciate it," Gamer could hear her voice. Faced with hope, it felt more like he was in the clouds and not a lake, "So you caused the cliff to collapse?"

"Yeet. If Asterion unalived you, all of this was for nothing. (ᵕ--ᴗ--) It'd go right down the toilet, and not the skibidi kind, either."

"Thanks, it's kinda embarrassing how poorly that went. Maybe you can send a recording I can review and...wait a minute. Have you seen...everything?"

"Yezzir!"

Shame started to sink in as his thoughts went to turtle tits and druggie hips, "Which means you've seen..."

"Not a byte's gone by I haven't seen. Rubbing monsters, fucking princesses; baby bro really fell off. I even got to see his tiny penis."

"It's not tiny!" Gamer became red in the face.

"I changed your diapers when you were a baby. I know exactly how small you are. Little brother, little penis," Samira teased.

Gamer gritted his teeth, embarrassed, "Shut up, dammit!"

"LMAO!!! (≧▽≦)," Samira successfully trolled Gamer. As he grumbled and contemplated drowning himself, Samira sent a more melancholic message, "...I missed this. I miss you (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)"

Gamer shared the affection, "I miss you, too. I was hoping I could see your face. The real one."

"Heh, that'd be low key bad. I look like a ghoul 💀💀💀 like Jesus if you left him on the cross a little too long during the summer!"

"What have you been doing since my execution?" Gamer asked.

"The usual biz -- popping locks and decoding flags. Check it out..."

A screen popped up in front of Gamer. It listed out his attributes, from strength to magical resistance. Samira gave him access to the character screen, "Oh, hell yeah! It's about time!"

Tabs aligned on top of the screen caught his eye. He tabbed over to the inventory screen. Thirty slots were available, with a few already filled. Cammy's broom, a tanuki tail, and the flare flower from this morning were all he had. In the corner it showed his currency: zero. He was a broke ass tramp.

"You have hammer space inventory. Doesn't matter height or weight, as long as it fits in your hands, you can pocket it (ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ) downside is you have inventory slots ( ◡̀_◡́) thirty, to be precise. You can also see more of the HUD when it becomes relevant," Samira explained. Her text popped up in its own screen, superimposed over the player screen, "And don't worry about responding to me while around others. It'll always look like you're staring forward, being a derp (⊙ _ ⊙ )"

"Great, this will come in handy," Gamer closed the screen. He didn't feel so powerless anymore.

"I don't mean to be extra, but you're in imminent danger (っ- ‸ - ς) if we don't come up with a way to defeat Asterion, it's for realz game over for you!!!"

"I have a few ideas. I need to talk to my friends here, first and foremost," Gamer's mind ran like clockwork. "Actually, first, I need to get out of this lake. A gulp gulp has been giving me analingus for a bit now."

"No cap, my readings show it's been there for a hot minute ( ╹ -╹)?"

"My ass needed the comfort..." Gamer made a cum face to gross her out. It worked (•᷄▯•᷅ )

Gamer swam to shore, thanked the gulp gulp upon release, and checked his bruises. Asterion walloped him real good. He needed his bed again. He walked along the beach until he found the stone path he saw before, and followed it up to the castle. Gamer expected to find Minnie still sunbathing on the bench, but she wasn't there. He walked to the front, where many of the shroomans and yosauri were wrapping up for the day. They shuffled into the entrance, and spoke of a large banquet being held. Gamer tailed the crowd in.

The crowd funneled through the foyer into the grand hall. Shroomans and yosauri filled up the long tables and ate mushroom themed dishes. Gamer ignored the morality of shroomans eating their own kind. Bellowing laughter came from the center of one table. Asterion gave the grand hall a show as shroomans dangled from his arms and he lifted them with ease. The shroomans were having a hoot and a holler, and the yosauri cheered with each hoist.

Minnie sat at the end of a table, and munched on a mushroom steak. Gamer approached the shellie and caught her attention, "Why are you by yourself?"

"Oh, hi, Gamer! Welcome back! I'm staying away from Persica until she's more comfortable with me around," Minnie put her food down. Persica had a front row seat to Asterion's gunshow. Minnie seemed surprised, "Asterion said he beat you. Is it true?"

"He didn't beat me," Gamer gave a hard, exacerbated grunt. He grunted the moment the grand hall simmered down, so it echoed. All eyes turned to him.

"Ah, you've returned. Figured you went into hiding, cheater," Asterion glared. The shroomans monkeyed their way off Asterion and the table.

Gamer marched over. Asterion dismounted the table and both men got in each other's faces. Gamer argued, "I might cheat, but at least I don't lie. You never got the final hit on me. By all accounts, it was a draw."

"That makes it a no contest, so I didn't lie. You lost by forfeit."

"I'll forfeit your face to my fist!"

"Start the fisting, then, bucko! I'm ready!"

"Phrasing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" Samira inserted.

Persica stepped into the frame to part the men, "Could we please not do this during lunch? Your vibes are spoiling my tea."

"Sorry, Persica, I'll keep it cool," Asterion eased up.

"Kiss ass," Gamer hissed.

"I asked him to join us," Persica informed. Her words shocked Gamer, but the princess clarified, "He returned without you. I can't deal with Lord Shellie by myself, so having a strong individual by my side -- regardless of who -- would be beneficial."

"And I don't mind helping a beautiful maiden," Asterion bowed slightly.

Persica attempted to hold back a blush, "Thank you, daddy...I mean, daddy...I mean, papa...I mean..."

She continued to stutter. Gamer gave her pity, "You're hopeless."

Asterion ignored the flabbergasted princess and spoke to Gamer, "We'll have to put the rematch off until tomorrow. It's almost my bedtime."

"Bedtime?! It's not even dinner yet!" Gamer pointed out.

"Not in my timezone. It's almost midnight here," Asterion's words confused the shroomans and Persica. "You'll have to play wait for me. You have my word I won't do anything dishonorable. I'm not you."

Gamer hated the slights, "Make sure you come back tomorrow. I'll meet you here, and we'll settle the score. Win or lose -- I won't run."

Asterion pressed X for doubt, "Just make sure you bring your A-game. Now that you know how these fights go, I don't expect any excuses."

Asterion logged out. His avatar blinked out of existence and scared the shroomans and yosauri. They asked what kind of magic he used, but Gamer wasn't too fond of explaining the entire process and implications of their digital dimension. He motioned Minnie over and said, "I need your help."

"Okay!" Minnie began pulling her shorts down.

"Not like that!" Gamer stopped her public indecency. Pop ups from Samira showed ( ≧ᗜ≦), and Minnie corrected her outfit. Gamer specified, "I need help taking Asterion down. He's a veteran, so basic approaches aren't going to cut the mustard. We have all night and morning to get ready. Can I count on you?"

"Sure!" Minnie agreed with no hesitation. Her unrequited commitment nearly brought a tear to Gamer's eye. That's when Minnie said, "I already came up with a way to train while you were missing."

"You did?"

"Of course! It's been in the works ever since we encountered Marco. Follow me," Minnie hoofed it. The duo left the grand hall. Persica's hawk-like, dreary eyes watched them with high curiosity.

Minnie took Gamer up to their bedroom. Halfway down the glass door hallway, Gamer spotted the lead shrooman and his yosaurus shifting around in the bedroom. They walked in and surprised the shrooman.

"Ah! Super afternoon, Gamer! And hello, Minnie, I was just finishing up your request," the lead shrooman stepped aside. A green shellie shell laid against the bed.

"Excellent!" Minnie picked up the shell and pulled it over her head and arms. Like last time, her knockers became blockers. However, she sucked them in and was able to enter the shell. Her head and arms came out the top, while it fit snug around her waist for full leg maneuverability. Minnie spun around into a showman's pose, "Tada!"

"So they fit like tube tops, huh? Hey, that's pretty good," Gamer approved with raised eyebrows.

"That's not all! Super check the box beneath the bed. If you hadn't come up, I would've found a super good hiding spot for that fun scavenger hunt feel. Oh well!" the lead shrooman chuckled.

Minnie popped out of her new shell and gave it to Gamer to keep watch over. When he accepted it, a notification on the side of his peripheral let him know that the shell was added to his inventory. He opened his inventory, and indeed, it was listed with the other items.

"This counts as an item?" he asked Samira.

She responded, "If it fits in your hands, it's an item."

Gamer found this very helpful, as it established more parameters he could play with. Minnie pulled out a present from under the bed. Opening it revealed two smaller turtle shells. Minnie removed her top and flipped it inside out. On the inside, it was black. Minnie slipped on the black tank top to go with her green trunks. She fit her hands into the smaller turtle shells, and started a boxer's pendulum step. Her brow furrowed, as the lead shrooman pulled out his own accessories; a thick moustache and a towel. He equipped the moustache and hung the towel around his neck. He hopped next to Minnie, as she gave a demonstration of a one-two jab combo.

"I'm ready to train, doc!" Minnie said with a new fire in her voice.

"Oh yeah! We'll get ya ready for battle lickity split, Lil Min!" doc shrooman patted her back.

"Where the hell did those come from?" Gamer asked, perplexed by the smaller shells.

"Shellies use smaller shells for a bunch of different things. Sports, containers, instruments, and even kitchen utensils. When you and the princess were talking things through in her island hut, doc and I discussed finding some for me," Lil Min explained. It dawned on Gamer that both the shroomans and shellies lived very morbid lives. Lil Min started her training regimen with doc shrooman by running around the bedroom. Her goal: three hundred laps.

"Behind you," Samira ominously sent.

Gamer turned to the chamber's open door. Nobody was there. Samira turned on the minimap for Gamer's HUD. It showed three blips in the bedroom, and a fourth blip right outside the door. He decided to play cool and say, "I know you're there. Come on out."

Persica rounded the frame, hidden behind the wall. She appeared like a caught child, "Very astute of you."

"I got them tinglies in the toes," Gamer joked, and Samira sent ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧. Lil Min stopped with her laps when she saw Persica. She edged close to the corner of the bed, and tried to be as small as possible. Doc shrooman and his yosaurus stepped out of the room. Persica closed the door for privacy.

Persica tucked a bang behind an ear, "I wished to ascertain your plot against Asterion, but I see you are already in the midst of one with your shellie."

"Um...my name is Minnie. I'm defective, and Gamer helped me realize that's okay," Lil Min gave a big smile with her formal introduction to the princess.

"♪♫You have a girlfriend. You have a girlfriend♫♩," Samira sang. Gamer clicked the X of her window and closed her out.

"Are you helping Gamer prepare for tomorrow?" Persica asked. There was a hint of jealousy in her words.

"Yep!" Lil Min strafed side-to-side to keep 'em guessing, all the while throwing out jabs and hooks.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Persica asked Gamer. He gave a hard, exacerbated grunt -- he couldn't X the princess.

"No, we're friends. She's been with me since the beginning. She's...invaluable," Gamer tried to resist sentimentality. When he glanced back at Lil Min, her eyes had widened to puppy dog adorableness levels. Gamer repeated his hard, exacerbated grunt.

"An invaluable companion who can fight beside you..." Persica's jealousy started to turn venomous.

"Hey, you're the moneybags," Gamer remained frank. "You have the resources and means by which we can succeed. Don't sell yourself short. Instead, sell your drugs. And items. To me."

Persica tried to not smile, but she ended up looking bashful, "You have an odd way of seeing things. Of course I will lend you what I can. As well as other things..."

The princess unclipped her shawl and it fluttered to the ground. She straightened her back to press out her bikini clad breasts. Gamer admired the delicious sight, but was unnerved by her boldness. She stepped in closer, regardless of Lil Min's presence. The next thing she unclipped was her skirt. A breath measured the distance between Gamer and Persica when she sunk alluring eyes into him, "I, amongst all creatures of this land, know what a man desires. What helps him focus. I can be more than just a dealer or a sugar mama. If Minnie will serve as your shield, then I will service your sword."

She raised a leg and locked it around Gamer's thigh. He traced the side of her ass cheek with a brush of his fingers, "I mean, I don't want to say no, but...in front of Minnie?"

Persica shoved Gamer backwards onto the bed. The princess lunged onto his legs, and started unbuckling his belt. The whole time she stared daggers into Lil Min, who was taken aback by the scene. Persica made it clear, "I will not be outperformed by a shellie."

"Are you serious?" Gamer began to retort against the racist-driven jealousy. However, Persica's eyes drilled through his heart.

"I have spoken," her cold tone sliced. Gamer became a round, fragile balloon, and blushed like a slut. Persica pulled his pants down and released his hardening pecker. She gazed at Lil Min as she brought it through her lips.

Lil Min squirmed in place, uncertain, "But...but..."

The warmth from Persica's mouth quickened the hardening. Her mouth threaded a blanket that enveloped Gamer in euphoria. Her lips rolled across his shaft and head like a masseuse's arm on an oiled body. Her resentful attitude towards Lil Min added a level of aggression to the blowjob unlike last time. The princess was on a mission.

Samira messaged Gamer, "Aye yo! Totes proud of you, bro, but I just noticed something weird."

Gamer nearly kicked Persica across the room, but resisted the freak out. He struggled to talk straight as the princess's tongue did that amazing swirling thing, "Could you not right now?! I don't need my sister talking to me while I get deepthroated!"

Lil Min and Persica did not respond to his words. As expected, whenever he addressed Samira, he'd be a mindless husk. Samira didn't care, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, bet. I dove into these two's coding and found some altered algorithms ( ╹ -╹)? you know how games get patched?"

Gamer barely registered anything, "Sure..."

"Things like their scripted behaviors and state machines are being organically altered to fit what you're bringing to the table ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)" Samira explained. She brought up diagrams and coding lines for Gamer to read, but his crossed eyes made it impossible. She rambled, "Bro, I'm shookth! OMG! NPCs are set by the Game Masters and can't be altered without an update. Yet here are two examples of NPCs you're rizzing with evolving code. I suspect it has to do with your conscience still being intact. You're a legit anomaly that's affecting the system in real-time. (⚈₋₍⚈) Like WTF?!"

Persica buried her face into Gamer's groin. He let out a hard, exacerbated grunt and pinned her head with a hand. After a few muffled gags, he let go and Persica drew back away from his cock. It stood at attention, throbbing, and drenched in saliva. Samira sent, "Woah..."

"Hey, I told you to go away..." Gamer's agitation stat increased.

"I'm saying woah to her skill!! The princess with the gyat is pretty damn good at this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) she got you all hard...and big..."

"Aha!"

(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄) Samira immediately logged out.

Persica threw her arms up and across Gamer's stomach as she pressed a cheek into his member. Her expression was divine, "Tell me, Gamer, how much better am I compared to the shellie? Who is more valuable?"

"Not fair!" Minnie bumped into Persica. The princess tumbled to her side, and it opened up space between Gamer's legs for Minnie to fit in and grip his cock. She no longer wore the boxing shells or her tank top, "I'm not just a shield. I can do things, too!"

Minnie began to polish Gamer's head, and used her tongue to lap the hole. She stared at Gamer as he moaned and shifted his hips up. It granted Minnie more of his cock, and she happily accepted. Persica puffed her cheeks up in anger and shoulder bumped Minnie. She dislodged the shellie and Gamer's cock flicked sideways like an inflatable tube man. Persica grasped it and waved it about as she scolded Minnie, "You dare challenge the princess of Chanterelle? You know this means war?"

"Bye, bye, pacifism..." Gamer commented.

Persica started licking the head and its underside. The sensation of her juicy tongue petting his cock made Gamer squirm. Minnie planted a hand onto Gamer's balls and fondled them. She slammed her cheek against Persica's and Gamer's cock head popped out. Both women delivered it sucks and rims as they argued.

"I'm a shellie! We only know war!" Minnie showed Gamer the rainbow. He tasted the rainbow.

"You're a second-rate helper! You could never match my glory!" Persica committed a scandal that stole all of Gamer's expectations.

"My touch heals him!" Minnie released a blockbuster summer hit.

"I grant him power!" Persica installed a 5G network, free of charge.