Ero Dungeon Online

I had no idea what to expect when it came to meeting one of the game’s developers. All I knew about them was that they were a “purist” team. For years, pseudo-AIs assisted in developing pretty much everything. They would either create art assets, program procedural systems, handle terrain mapping, or anything else that required a lot of long, boring work. Meanwhile, the humans on the team would handle concepts, storylines, quests, and they would do whatever the pseudo-AIs couldn’t do… which really wasn’t much. Even a pseudo-AI could develop a game all on its own that was equal to years of effort put in by a huge team of human developers.

Then there was the first true AI developed by that one stupidly smart, rich guy. Jenson Clark. Though, his AI only served that other game – the biggest on the market, Fantasy Tales Online.

From my understanding, almost anything that I wanted to do in my game of choice was also possible over in that game, but I was admittedly somewhat of a hipster. I didn’t want to play the biggest game that literally everybody else was playing, and I also wanted to support a game created by a pure team of humans. It just seemed so much more genuine. If a team consisting of only humans could put out a VRMMORPG on par with the ones developed by pseudo-AIs, even a true AI to some degree, then it’s clear that they had to be serious and passionate about it.

Having a rich old pervert funding the game also helped seeing as how it wouldn’t have been possible without her funding. Though, none of us knew who this wealthy benefactor was. All anybody knew about her was that she was at least sixty years old, a woman, and had more than enough money to employ a massive team of people to create her dream game. She kept her identity secret for the most part.

But, given how useless money had become – especially for those who had enough that they could employ such a huge amount of people, it was nice knowing that those who still had a bit too much wealth were willing to spend it on something like the sexualized game to end all sexualized games.

Meanwhile, almost all of my transactions this month have been spent on cash shop items. I should probably donate to some more animal shelters or something, I thought to myself.

Being somebody who had far more money than what I needed, I really needed to put some into community services that could use it. Sure, supporting the developers of the game was great and all… but they already got more than enough financial support from their benefactor.

Right. From now on, I’m donating twice as much as I spend on the cash shop to shelters, I decided.

It was the right thing to do. The government had the people taken care of, so all of the animals that were still struggling to adapt needed whatever they could get.

If I’m going to be spending so much money on the cash shop, and I’ll probably start spending even more once we start getting more visitors… I’m really going to have to start pumping out more videos if I want to keep up. I never thought I’d think this, but maybe it’s time for a controversy. Controversies are always great for views.

“It is rare to see you make that expression, darling,” Thera said.

“Wh-what expression?” I asked, still sitting across from her in the hot springs with Lily.

“The expression of a man pondering how he may milk more views from his subscribers.”

“Hey, I’m doing it for a good cause.”

“Are you?”

“I am, I promise.”

“And what would this good cause be?”

“I’ve decided that for everything I spend on the cash shop, I’ll donate twice as much to charities and shelters and all that.”

“I see. So, you wish to make more money so that you will be able to continue spending as much on the cash shop as you have been.”

“A-and so that I can donate to charities.”

“Is that your true intention, or is it a justification so that you may feel better about spending so much on the game while there are others in need?”

I sighed. “Both.”

“I figured. Well, at least you are genuine in your desire to help others as much as you are genuine in your desire to violate others.”

“If you’re going to phrase it like that, you have to add on the consensual part. I consensually violate others.”

“If you say so, Mister Capitalist.”

“Hey, I’m not—”

“Ehehe, mon maître est bourgeois.”

“I understand enough of what you just said to feel offended.”

“Vive l’anarchie!”

Thankfully, Lily kept her French common enough for me to understand what she was saying. I probably would have been lost if she said anything more complicated than that.

More importantly, Thera looked particularly interested in Lily after hearing that. “Darling, I may have to steal her from you if she continues this.”

“Get your own cute, French anarchist. Lily is mine,” I said, wrapping my arms around Lily which caused her to giggle and lean her head back against me. “Also, Lily, it is extremely arousing when you say anarchy in French. You’re going to have to do that way more common. Like, at least five times a day. Even during sex.”

“I – I do not know about that, mon maître, but… maybe?” Lily replied.

“Then perhaps I shall duel you for her,” Thera threatened.

“He-hey now, let’s not get hasty. We can share her. You can pump her womb full of eggs while I fuck her throat. Deal?” I offered. Dueling Thera wasn’t an option seeing as how she could easily defeat me still.

“Of course you would go and pervert it.”

“I mean, did you forget who I am? And didn’t it sound like a good deal?”

Thera tapped a finger on her chin as all of her eyes scanned Lily up and down. “Perhaps.”

“Wait, you’re actually going along with it?”

“I do prefer women.”

“So, threesome when?”

“When dogs gain the ability to transform into soup.”

“Wh—… what?”

“It is a saying.”

“I’ve uh… never heard of a saying anything like that before. You sure about that?”

“It is similar to the saying of when pigs learn how to breathe fire.”

“Wait, isn’t the saying supposed to be when pigs learn how to fly?”

“You seem awfully unaware of pop culture references. Lily, I have a greater respect for you now. Surely you have heard of these sayings.”

“Of – of course!” Lily answered, seriously making me doubt everything that I knew about common sayings.

“You two are screwing with me, right?” I asked.

“We are absolutely serious,” Thera said.

Lily nodded her head.

I could have ordered Lily to be a good girl and give me an honest answer… but that would have taken the fun out of it. Besides, I didn’t want to abuse her fetish just to ruin a potential joke between them. If they wanted to play me like a fool, I could play along for a bit.

Though, I really was starting to doubt myself. I honestly had no idea if they were being serious or just joking even though I wanted to lean toward just joking.

“Anyways, darling, where are your friends? Were they not coming?” Thera asked.

“I think coming is the problem. Akorya let me know that they came across a particularly endowed ogre on the way over… so I guess her friend got distracted,” I answered.

“She must have quite the large body to handle an ogre.”

“Actually, she’s a fairy.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“How… does that work, exactly?”

“You know those jack off toys for men? Onaholes?”

“Yes.”

“And how if the dick is big enough, it can come out through the other end of it?”

“… yes.”

“Replace the onahole with a fairy.”

 “I have even more questions about how that works now.”

“Hentai logic.”

“But—”

“The more you question it, the more you’re going to be confused. I promise you that you’re better off chalking it up to hentai logic and not thinking about it beyond that.”

“Mon maître is right!” Lily agreed. “It – it might sound nice, but if you think about how it would work, it stops sounding so nice.”

“The problem is that it sounds horrible and I am curious about how it could be made to sound nice,” Thera explained.

“If you’re not already into it, I don’t think that there’s anything I could say to you to make it sound better. I guess it’s just… the fantasy of being small with somebody or something larger, so there’s some dominance and submission themes to it. Then you’ve got some extreme submission and degradation play going on when you look at it from the perspective of being turned into an onahole. Sure, you could get fucked, or somebody far larger than you could treat you like a literal toy used for jacking off – putting you on the same level as an onahole. Rough play, degradation and humiliation, dominance and submission, size play – it’s basically just an extreme version of all these bundled together. If you break the fetish down into components like this, it’s way easier to understand why somebody might enjoy it, but I don’t think it would convince somebody into considering it.”

“I see. That explanation was actually rather helpful, but I still find it horrible.”

“That’s alright as long as you don’t kink shame others for being into it.”

“Now I am curious about what other fetishes I could have you break down for me.”

“Try me.”

“Very well. Cuckoldry.”

“Fuck.”

Thera smirked and Lily giggled. “What is wrong, darling?”

“That one is just… I already spent an entire forty-minute video explaining it to people.”

“Too long.”

“That’s what she said.”

Thera sighed. Now, I was the one who got to smirk.

“It comes down to submission, humiliation, and seeing your partner pleased. That’s the very basics of it,” I explained.

“If it is that simple, why did it take you a forty-minute video to explain it?”

“Because people on the internet have a hard time understanding fetishes in the first place. It gets even harder—that’s what she said—when you try to explain controversial fetishes. I had to explain the history of it, how it relates to those components, why people choose to live that sort of lifestyle, and I also spent some time talking about the effects it has on relationships. And I explained the difference between swinging, cuckolding, cheating, netorare – it’s a whole can of worms that gets opened up and, if you don’t explain every single little part of it, people misunderstand. And now that polyamorous relationships are becoming more and more of an accepting thing, you’ve got people calling everybody in them cucks, and just… see? I feel like I have to keep going on and on now to explain everything. Thera, I respect you, and I would be glad to talk about any other fetish, but please never ask me about cuckoldry again. If you’re going to ask me about controversial fetishes, at least ask me about one I’m actually into.”

“Seeing you get so worked up over such an innocent question is rather cute, but very well. Now, since you have brought it up… I am not sure we have discussed polyamorous relationships before. What are your feelings on those?”

“I think they’re great. As long as everybody in them truly loves one another and no favoritism is applied, which is admittedly the hardest part of those kinds of relationships and what usually ruins them, then they’re the best. You get to love as many people as you want, they love you, and they all love each other.”

“What about those who believe that it is not true love if you are sharing it? Do many not believe that it is not true, purposeful love if it is not dedicated to one person?”

“They’re just prudes who’re jealous that they can’t even get one person to love them,” I answered with a shrug. “But really, I understand where they’re coming from. Society has been brainwashing people to think that sort of thing for hundreds if not thousands of years. To me, it’s just an outdated belief that will probably be bred out of our culture in a few more generations. In general, though, I don’t believe that it’s impossible to truly, and equally, love multiple people. I mean, what if you have multiple kids? Are they saying that it’s impossible to love your children equally? Is it impossible to love your parents or grandparents equally? If you have siblings, and you love more than one of them, does that mean your love isn’t real?”

“But there is a difference between familial love and romantic love, is there not?”

“Kind of yes, mostly no. Romantic love is only there to get you kickstarted. It wears off. That’s scientific fact. The chemicals in our brain that are responsible for feelings of romantic love and passion and all that stop being produced after a year – well, it’s a bit more complicated than that since there are different stages that wear off at different times, but you get the point. Anyways, after that wears off, you’re left with a love that’s not really any different than familial love. The only difference is that you can fuck who you love without it being considered incest. You have to choose to stay in love with somebody at that point. In the same light, I believe that you choose who your family truly is. You have blood relatives and then you have family. Blood relatives usually end up being considered family, but family does not have to be related by blood. Both of you are more family to me than my cousins who I haven’t talked to in almost a decade. Why should I love them more than you two? Just because we’re related by blood? That’s stupid. You choose who you love and you can choose how much you love. The same is applied to polyamorous relationships. People who disagree have hopeless romantic, and naïve, ideals.”

“Well then.”

The good thing about going on such rambles inside of virtual reality was that my mouth never got dried out from talking so much. The downside was that, since my mouth never got dried out, I easily lost track of how long I could ramble on for.

“I suppose that answers that. I am not sure if I agree with everything that you said, but it is interesting to think about,” Thera said. “And what about you, Lily?”

“What – what I think about those relationships?” Lily asked, earning a nod from Thera. “Umm… what mon maître said.”

“You have nothing you would like to add or refute?”

Lily shook her head. “I – I know I always agree with mon maître, but… I agree.”

“Is there anything that you two disagree about?”

Lily and I looked at each other. So far, we really were in total agreement about everything. That was part of why I was always thinking of her as perfect.

“Then let us put your similar minds to the test,” Thera announced. “Close your eyes and hold up both hands. Choose a number with your fingers between zero and ten. When I see that both of your eyes are closed, I will give you the order to choose.”

Doing just as Thera wanted, Lily and I closed our eyes.

“Choose,” Thera ordered.

I stuck up seven fingers.

“Again, different numbers.”

Three fingers.

“One more time.”

Nine fingers.

“Good, you chose completely different numbers from one another each time. I was going to be concerned if you chose the same.”

“Really?” I asked. I honestly kind of expected Lily and I to somehow choose the same numbers every time, or at least one time.

“Really.”

“What’d you pick, Lily?”

“Four, five, and six!” Lily answered, sounding relieved.

While I was just slightly disappointed we didn’t choose the same numbers, she was relieved. Then again, that made sense. I doubted that she would really want to be exactly like me in every way. Besides, her literally copying me in every single way possible would have been pretty concerning.

“I guess you’re not my gender bent clone after all,” I teased.

“I – I was the one thinking you may be a male version of me,” Lily teased right back at me.

Then, just as I turned to ask Thera if there was anything else that she’d like to talk about to pass the time, I heard a familiar voice call out to me from the dungeon’s entrance.

“Daymee! We’re here! If you don’t tell your goblins to chill then she’s going to get distracted with them!” Akorya shouted.

With our guests finally having arrived, I had to scoot Lily off of me and get out of the water. My clothes instantly popped back onto my body with a single action as I approached the entrance.

Surely enough, my goblins were ready to defend—and by defend, I mean fuck since that was how I set them to act—the “intruder.” Akorya was on my friend’s list, so she didn’t get flagged. The girl floating next to her, however, was new to me and my dungeon.

And she was a perfect fairy.

Tiny – no taller than my pointer finger was long, but clearly adult. Being tiny was no reason for her body to not have the feminine curves of a grown woman. I always disliked childlike fairies, but I’ve always loved womanly fairies.

Her hair, the pastel color of lilacs, was put up in some extravagant braids before running down her back. Bangs covered her forehead but stopped just above her eyes that matched her hair in color with some hues of blue mixed in as swirls.

Before anything else, she flew right up to my nose with her four, butterfly-like wings and landed her elbows on the tip of it. She kicked her legs behind her while resting her chin between her hands, her hands cupping her cheeks.

“Aya didn’t tell me about how easy on the eyes you would be,” the small fairy said, looking into my eyes with a playful grin.

Aya?

I looked over at Akorya.

“You know. Akorya but without the kor,” Akorya explained, perfectly guessing what I was curious about.

It made sense.

“So, you’re Damian, yes?” the fairy asked.

“Right. I’m Damian. Pleasure to meet you,” I answered.

The fairy giggled before diving away from my nose, almost hitting the ground before flying right back up to hover in the air in front of me. From there, she lifted up her dress that looked like it was made from a rose’s petals and offered me a curtsy. “The pleasure is all mine, Damian! As for me – my name is Sylosa Innocentsnow, but that’s only my official character name for when I’m in the RP mood. You may call me Syl.”

“A fairy named Syl? That sounds… familiar, but I can’t place it.”

Syl switched from looking playful to tired. “I get that all the time. If you ever played First Fantasy 18, there was a fairy in that game who everybody remembers being responsible for the main character losing his arm. And… her name was Syl.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right. I played that game when I was a kid. I completely forgot. You’re not going to make me lose any arms, are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not into that.”

“Good. Anyways, enjoy the ogre?”

“Heh, Aya must have told you about that. He was alright. Not as rough as I would’ve liked him to be, and he must’ve came soon before me or something since he was only able to inflate me to balloon size.”

“Considering how small you are, I’d say that balloon size is pretty big.”

“Just like when it comes to cocks, there’s no such thing as too big when it comes to inflation. I want a tree-sized cock to inflate me so much that I look like an ant lying on top of a waterbed.”

“Syl, I think that we’re going to be good friends.”

“Glad to hear it! So, before we take this any farther, mind if I try out your goblins here? That ogre left me unsatisfied.”

“I don’t know if they’ll be able to help much if even an ogre wasn’t enough.”

“Probably not, but they’re cute, so that makes up for it. Low level monsters have a certain charm about them, you know? I could easily kill them with a snap of my fingers, but I submit to them instead. It’s especially degrading.”

So, the game developer who played as a small, elegant-looking fairy liked to submit to and be degraded by weak monsters, and she also wanted utterly massive cocks to inflate her with enough cum that she’d get turned into a pseudo waterbed.

Yeah, we were definitely going to be good friends.