Note: So here's something actually new I finally wrote. First of several parts set in a fantasy setting inside the Sim. This story involves very intense, physically impossible anal with an orc and has elements of Free Use.
I think I actually structured the dialogue properly this time though tense is still fucked. The constant changes annoy me too now that they've been pointed out, just not enough to make me go through and fix it all. It's a bad habit I've got because I write in fits and bursts while jerkin' it, makes it hard to think.
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"Hey Simone," I said smiling already.
"Hello again James, back again are we."
"I'd live in here if I could."
"I hear that a lot. So what kind of fantasy did you cook up this time?"
"Just that, a fantasy setting. You know the type, orcs, elves and demons, that sort of thing."
"With a lot of the usual fare I suppose."
"That goes without saying," I said grinning.
"I've got more than enough preference data on you to whip up something good. I think you'll really like this one."
"I always do. Just plug me in whenever."
"Compiling now James."
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After blinking away the usual disorientation, I found myself standing in a busy street of an odd looking city. I expected something medieval or feudal, something with a historic basis I guess. But the city Simone had plopped me in was practically high fantasy with pulsing lights orbiting towering spires, floating structures, garishly colored strange architecture and hectic winged air traffic dominating the scene.
The people by comparison were only marginally less interesting. Most could pass for human from a distance, but some ranged in hue from bubblegum pink to midnight black and everything in between. And beyond the skin color, there were differences once you got closer like lengthy pointed ears, horns, tails, fur or scales in place of skin among the multitude of differences.
It was all cool enough to almost make me forget why I was here in the first place and just do some dungeon crawling and looting instead.
The thing that changed my mind back was seeing what looked like a Druchii woman striding through the crowd. I wasn't sure if she acted like the Dark Elves I was familiar with in Warhammer but she certainly looked the part. She wore an outfit that was little more than a variety of dark, wickedly curved plates that framed her hips and spiraled around her breasts, only barely covering them. The equally dark cloth that hung from the middle of the hip plate made me think there wasn't anything else underneath. Her deathly pale skin and pitch black wild hair complimented the various piercings she had along her midriff and thighs appealingly, it gave her a dangerous but alluring air. All of it made me willing to risk seeing if she really like the Dark Elves I knew, it's not like I could really be hurt here after all.
As I approached her, she locked eyes with me for a moment before brushing them over me. I got a distinctly predatory feeling from her gaze that only reinforced what I thought I knew of Dark Elves. Done examining me she looked back up into my eyes and I could tell she knew exactly what was on my mind. The Druchii woman stalked towards me with inhuman grace and quietly pressed something into my hand.
"Come find me. I'll be in at night," she said with an achingly erotic voice before turning back around and disappearing back into the crowd.
Looking down at my hand I found a baroque coin covered in intricate detailing that made it patently clear what it was advertising. Framing it in highly stylized Gothic script was the single word
Vixens.
Well that settles it. I'm heading to a brothel.
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It took a fair bit of wandering, some pointed questions to the right looking shady types and enduring their subsequent jeers before I found myself standing outside the imposing but nondescript building depicted on the coin. The place was actually pretty hidden, being tucked away in a maze of streets.
I headed to the entrance where I'd just seen someone else enter, but I couldn't find any door when I got to the front; just flat, smooth wood. It took a moment of searching before I spotted the one thing that broke the perfect veneer, a small slot. Eyeing the coin the Druchii woman gave me, I raised it up and inserted it. It fit perfectly and a satisfying mechanical sound echoed out. A moment later a peephole I never noticed slid open to reveal four vividly green eyes staring at me intently. A second after that a door seamlessly opened up and the hulking multi-eyed and armed bouncer ushered me in.
Maybe it was because I hesitated a moment, but when I didn't immediately continue down the lushly carpeted corridor the bouncer asked "First time?" with a disconcertingly wide smile with too many teeth.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"You'll like it." The grin spread wider than I thought possible.
The door at the end of the corridor was completely unlike the invisible one on the outside. This one was ostentatious in the extreme. Twice my height, the double door was leather bound and bright red with a relief depicting a multitude of species posed in anatomically challenging positions framing it all. Now this was more what I was expecting. I gripped both handles and pushed in.
A wave of charming sounds broke the silence of the corridor and I was treated to the most vibrantly curious tableau. The place stretched upwards for floor after floor, higher than I remembered the building being, so high the people on the balconies at the top were little more than small figures. The spiraling staircase that that connected the floors continually swam out of focus and I could never get a clear look at it. More than once I could swear people that had just turned behind the central column would appear several stories or more up. The place wasn't lit by torches or lightbulbs, but these floating motes of light that seemed to always position themselves to light everything from the best angle.
Hostesses slithered, skittered and swam throughout the establishment, serving patrons with erotic flair. The multitude of species on display was enough to burgeon the senses with their sheer variety.
While taking in the sights, I hardly noticed a woman step up to me until she was practically by my side. It was the smell that drew my attention toward her, she smelt like cut grass and a herb cabinet. Looking at her finally, it says a lot that her light green skin and hair wasn't what immediately caught my attention. Instead it was the plantlike growths that covered her body in lieu of the skimpy uniforms the other hostesses wore. It was rather similar to them though, just instead of fabrics, they were heavy leaves that covered her breasts or a veneer of moss that passed as stockings. I tried not to stare too obviously though and focus on her face.
The woman seemed to catch the effort. "Never seen a sprite before have you? Well, it's okay to look honey."
I quickly settled on the story I would use. "Uhm, yeah. First time seeing most of this actually... I'm from, really far away. My humans were the only other people I'd ever known. So, this," I said gesturing to everything "is all pretty wild and new to me."
The woman gave me a playful frown. "You've spent your whole life with only other humans? Oh honey. I hope you don't take it the wrong way, but that must've been so dull," she said. "Well now that you're here at Vixens, you can finally," she paused to hush the word for dramatic effect "
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