It took a while to clean the cum out of my tail. It felt great in the moment, but the aftermath was downright torturous. Especially since I got in the shower with the water on hot, which caused it to congeal and stick to my fur. Yeah, I didn’t think that through too well. Not to future self, take cold showers.
I felt the hot water wash over me, and leaned against the wall of the small shower of my apartment. My hand dropped down, rubbing against my abs on the way between my thighs. The carpets, as it turned out, did indeed match the drapes. A soft heart of pink hair rested just above my mound. My body was hot enough it even made my eyes stall. Those Perks were no joke.
My tails brushed my soft skin as I turned off the shower. If I thought getting semen out of my fur was annoying, it was even worse trying to dry my plush tails. All nine of them were like soggy towels that’d been left to soak up all the moisture in the world. When I got down with one frizzy mess, my towel was soaked. I went through all five of the towels I bought in what felt like an instant.
Thankfully, I wasn’t super tired after failing to fully towel off, so I shuffled out to my desk. Despite its name, Get Me Pregnant was already showing its use with its infinite stamina. If I had infinite stamina, though, could I get stronger? I needed my muscles to tear for that, and if I didn’t feel muscle fatigue… something to think about another time.
I stopped in front of a mirror, and wiped off the fog to look at myself. My shimmering rose-gold eyes were still just as captivating—more so, even. I wiped at my eyeliner that left black trails on my cheeks, though it stubbornly refused to come off. It gave me an almost pitiful look like I’d been ruined.
Right, I needed to buy makeup and makeup remover too, when I got the chance. And bulk buy a bunch of shampoo. I went through a third of my bottle just cleaning my tails alone. There was so much to do in this new world. The good thing was that I didn’t actually need to sleep all that much, so I had more time.
I went out to my closet clad in a damp towel, and used another of my items—Sexy Shmexy. The moment I thought about pulling it out, the racks of my closet filled with a seemingly endless supply of clothes. I put on a tank top and shorts before flopping into my desk’s chair. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about clothes.
With a thought, a PC dropped onto the ground next to my desk. A black mannequin head covered in fine fabric followed right afterward. After a few minutes, I got everything hooked up and booted up my PC.
Downloading all the software I’d need for streaming proved to be a bigger hassle than I thought it would be, though Good Connection ensured all downloads were swift. Combined with my Beefy PC, each one installed extremely quickly.
With nothing else to do, I pulled up the top streaming app in the world—Throb. There were a large variety of streamers just chatting out there, but none of those caught my interest.
Instead, I flicked to the top games in the world for inspiration on what I should play. The top three categories were Battlezone, a sprawling battle royale, DeadLeague, a revolutionary third person moba, and Cratopia, a casual block building game.
I skipped Craftopia instantly. I needed something with a proleague, which just left the other two. I could go for other games, naturally, but I needed something with a large viewer base to begin with. After looking between the two, I closed Throb and downloaded DeadLeague.
I opened up the streaming app, and tossed on a random title. ‘Sakura’s First Time Playing DeadLeague’. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from the first stream. From what I saw online, streaming was a profession that could take years before it went anywhere, and most of the time it just outright didn’t. My objectives all looked like they’d take a long time, probably somewhere around ten years based off Ten Year Journey. I was in it for the long hall.
For the first time since I arrived here, I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes to think things through. Was I immortal then? It was the first thought that came to mind. If I was supposed to hop between worlds every ten years, then I was definitely immortal. At least, in terms of age.
I still needed to be careful. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I died. If I went back to that in between realm, stuck there for all eternity… Just the thought of that sent a shiver down my spine. Right, so I needed to do my best not to die and accomplish the Objectives given to me by Afterglow.
Speaking of, I pulled up my list of Objectives once more.
| Afterglow’s Own - 0.00001% |
What was that? If two people were only that much of a percentage, then I needed to make 20,000,000 people orgasm? How the hell was I supposed to do that? Even if I spent everyday on my back for ten years I might not do that. Crazy.
I pushed that Objective to the back of my list, right next to Ten Year Journey. Right, the best ways were still Esports Legend or Ultimate Fanservice. The Fanservice one would’ve been nearly impossible originally, but Pretty Privilege gave me a massive leg up for it. I could probably masturbate on stream, and no one would blink an eye.
My hand dropped to my stomach as I felt another sticky rush of heat run through me. Actually, that sounded like a really good idea. Just thinking about thousands of people watching me play a game while I tried to keep in my moans was making me all bothered. Yep, as I thought. Afterglow knew what they were doing when they picked me.
DeadLeague finished downloading, and I sat up straight in my seat. I checked my stream overlay—still no one. That was only to be expected, though. This was my first stream, and I didn’t even have a webcam cause I forgot to buy one.
I totally forgot about the stream overlay, and focused back on DeadLeague. There was a tutorial, but I skipped in favor of starting up a match instantly. The best way to learn was just to play, wasn’t it?
While I waited, I looked through the list of heroes for someone I’d want to play. Really though, there was only one option. I stopped on a Nine-Tailed fox with black fur, and leaned forward in my seat. Every other character looked horribly bland compared to… Tails? Really? That's what they named her? How original.
She looked like a hybrid enchanter and assassin. All characters in DeadLeague had four abilities, and Tails was no different. She was human like me most of the time, though her second ability let her swap into an adorable fox form to quickly roam the battlefield.
Just before I could read through the rest of her abilities, I finally found a match. Not that it mattered. Even if she was the worst character in the game, I found my main. Excitement flowed through me as the intro music started to play. Half of me was excited to just play the game, and the other half couldn’t wait to try out how effective God Gamer was.
I picked Tails, and we were quickly thrown into the game. The intro beat played once more out of the speakers of my monitor, and my beautiful black fox slid down a zip line toward my lane. I was quickly followed by a blue-skinned devil in a trench coat.
We slid off the zip line, and I got my first look at the game. It was a 6v6 MOBA with three lanes. Each lane was 2v2, with the game quickly spiraling into teamfights after the landing phase was over. The goal was to eliminate all towers and push the enemy's base, though there were ‘course other objectives too.
I got a hold of the controls quickly, and started to mess around with the complex moment system of DeadLeague. It was half the selling point for the 3rd person MOBA, and one of the main reasons people all across the internet claimed it’d be the game of the future.
In just a few seconds, I got the hang of dashing, sliding, and dash-jumping. God Gamer didn’t make me instantly a god at every game, it seemed. It just sped up my learning process—
“First blood!” An announcer cried out. I froze as my lane mate dropped to the ground right in front of me. Here I was messing around with the movement, and my teammate was out there fighting the war by himself.
“Hey, Tails, you need to play aggro with me.” My disgruntled teammate sighed heavily. “Fuck. Newbs ruin every game I’m in, I swear.”
My tails twitched. I didn’t want to cause a fight, though, so I meekly replied to him. “S-sorry. It’s my first game.”
Bronson Broaddick, aka SirLancelot, rubbed at his head in frustration as he died at the start of the game. He was playing Detective, a tanky brawler that excelled at throwing melees. He got the pin off, and pulled back into a brutal haymaker—only to get parried.
DeadLeague’s melee feature gave a ton of damage to everyone, but everyone could also parry. It was high risk, incredibly high reward. And he just got the receiving end of that risk, resulting in a four second stun. Before he could even move again, his health bar exploded.
Right, my teammate was just playing back a bit. Tails will avenge me. Bronson switched perspectives to his lane mate while he waited to respawn. To his absolute dismay, he found Tails to be running into a doorway seemingly practising wall-jumping.
A bolt of rage flowed through him at the sight. “Hey, Tails, you need to play aggro with me.”
Seriously, if she’d been there, he probably wouldn’t have died. What ability did she even put her AP into first? He held tab—just to see she hadn’t even grabbed an ability yet. Seriously? Why was this kind of person in his lobby? This was his thirteenth loss in a row, and his teams had been filled of shit-eaters every single time.
The more he thought about it, the more pissed off he became. This idiot role-playing as a pacifist? Before he could hold himself out, his rage spilled into words. “Fuck. Newbs ruin every game I’m in, I swear.”
“S-sorry. It’s my first game,” a seductive woman’s voice practically purred across the comms. She sounded slightly shy, but even just hearing it would get any hot-blooded gamer fired up. Oh, and ready to lock in and win the game.
“Oi, Detective, why you being such a prick? She’s brand new to the game.” His teammate, playing Fencer, immediately swapped into a polite voice. “Sorry about him, Tails. The community really isn’t toxic, I promise.”
“It’s fine.” Her voice sounded even better the second time around, if that was possible. It was mature and warm with an almost playful sweetness swirling together. “It was my fault.”
”Nah, your brand new. Here, how about we swap lanes, Detective? I’ll show her the ropes.” Fencer was already heading back to the base on the zip line.
”It’s fine.” He respawned and jumped onto the zip heading back to his lane. “Don’t throw the game. I’ll just play back more.”
”… fine.” Fencer reversed directions on the map, and headed back to support the teammate he’d just abandoned.
“Um… I’ll try to do better next time.” That velvety purr came again, sending a shiver down his spine. It was like she was right there in his bedroom with him. That fire to win that’d been dying inside of him sparked to life and roared louder than ever. He never wanted to win a game more in his life than at that moment.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who was thinking that way either. Before he even got back to lane, their team pulled off two double-kills. His other four teammates totally dominated their lanes, and pushed the towers to press their advantage.
He dropped into lane, and quickly helped Tails take control of the wave state. Their enemy backed off, giving them space to work with and respecting the trade potential.
Tails messed around, wall bouncing around the crates set up as cover around the map. “Can you help me figure this out?”
“First, you should probably put some points into your Skill.” Bronson, as an experienced gamer, quickly dredged up every single fact about Tails he’d ever heard. “With Tails, you want to grab your third, Spirit Tails. Everytime you hit an attack, it’ll charge up a long ranged snipe. After that, go buy high-velocity rounds and just play behind me.”
“Got it.” Tails immediately backed up to the shop right next to their first tower. Instead of having to go all the way to spawn like in other mobas, there were several shops spread across the map. It helped reduce downtime, and made the game significantly less boring than most MOBAs he’d played.
“Double-kill! Yes, Fencer, show them your talent.” The announcer for their team went off again. Bronson’s fire burned even harder as he made a promise to himself that he’d either get MVP this map or die trying. No way he’d let that cocky Fencer take it.