Sora opened his eyes when he heard the sounds of moving cartwheels outside. His vision faded in and out as he rubbed his head.
“It’s about time you woke up,” said a male voice. “I have been watching you for hours!”
Sora blinked his eyes until his vision cleared, and then he saw a wolf sitting in front of him.
The wolf was tall and slightly muscular with gray fur across his athletic built. Long black hair stretched over a leather headband across his forehead. Beside the headband, he wore a short black fur skirt with a golden belt buckle around it, and two leather gauntlets on his upper arms. No boots on his large feet and ropes tied around his arms and legs.
Maxor
Wolf
Thief
Male
Level: 10
HP: 100/100
NPC
The wolf sat up against a wooden wall inside a square space with moving motion. Wooden plates covered the ceiling and floor. No light came through the cracks between the plates.
“Did you have a good night’s rest, lady?” Maxor asked.
Sora glared at him. “Lady? Why did you call-”
His eyes widened when he realized his voice sounded different. Not his usual deep-toned handsome voice, but a soft, sultry tone, like a girl's tone.
"Huh?" He spotted two large white breasts on his chest. A metal bikini top covered them both although he could fully see the cleavage.
He moved, but both of his arms tied behind his back against something large and fluffy behind his back.
He looked down further. Two boots on his feet and he has a long midsection displaying an exposed light yellow belly.
He took a peek behind him and found a large bushy fox tail attached to his lower back.
"What the fuck?" Sora realized he wasn't inside his white wolf avatar body.
His avatar doesn't have big boobs, orange fur, and a large fluffy tail. This was a female body. A fox female body. That meant….. Sora was a foxgirl!
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“Oh, my god!” Sora shouted.
“What is wrong?” Maxor asked.
Sora shook her wrists. Still no point in freeing herself from her bonds. “This isn’t my body!”
The wolf looked confused. “I don’t understand you.”
“Neither do I, but I am a male!”
Maxor laughed. “Were you drunk at a tavern? I can clearly see you are a girl and…” He winked his dark eyebrows. “A beautiful one too.”
Sora growled. “Where are we? Where are we heading to?”
"What do you think? Slavery! I don't know where though, but I bet it will be fun if those greenskins don't skin our furs for gold. I whether keep my fur on to stay warm."
After the wolf said that, a quest notification popped up in front of Sora.
Quest Alert
You are enslaved by a wandering lizard slave merchant. To continue playing, you must escape, or logout for five hours. Reward will not be earned if you logout.
Reward:
100% EXP
Accept:
Logout/Continue
Sora kicked the wall. “Damn!”
Getting enslaved or captured was a special type of quest for players who enjoyed escaping from perils. If they don't, well they could easily log out and wait for the five-hour restriction to lift. If they play along, they would gladly get rewarded for beating the pain in the ass challenge.
When a player gets captured, they usually get put in a prison dungeon where they had to escape. Sometimes they might be inside a cell, or hung over a giant pot of boiling lava. There were even cults who try to sacrifice players on altars to please their evil gods. If the players failed, they either die and earn no reward. But either way, they don't stay captive forever.
When a player gets enslaved, they either get put in a gladiator arena or become a servant for an NPC. Sora heard some female players liked to get enslaved in harems so they could make out with their handsome masters before escaping.
Sora’s fur on her back rattled while thinking about that. She wouldn’t dare imagine being forced to please an NPC and sleep with him. Unless the NPC was a female…… Well that would be a different story.
As gladiators, the players fight several mob enemies in an arena. Sometimes it could be a PVP match if they fight other enslaved players. The mobs have a variety of different levels. Some of their levels were high, and some were low, and the only way out was to find a path to escape. On the bright side, gladiator players could grind quicker to become stronger. If they lose, they don’t get the quest reward and they log out for five hours.
If Sora could reach her wrists, she could log out immediately and find out what happened to her male body. If she doesn’t, her real body would fall into a deep coma and die out in a matter of hours. “Damn! Damn! Damn!”
Maxor crossed his legs while sitting up straight. “I’m Maxor. What is your name?”
Sora rubbed the ropes against the wall. “I have no time for this! I have to find my real body!”
“Okay. Maybe you are crazy, but at least tell me your name.”
Sora stood up and rubbed the ropes harder. “If I could… This should… Work!”
“I hate to tell you this, but I tried that already. There is no getting out of here.”
Sora stopped and growled. “I will find a way!”
She spotted a small window at the back past Maxor. She crawled toward it and peeked through.
A robed figure was driving the cart. Two dark-skinned reptile beasts pulled the cart.
Sora kicked the wall. “Hey, you!”
The driver turned to Sora, revealing his reptile yellow eyes under his hood.
Ectol
Lizard
Slaver
Male
Level: 10
HP: 100/100
NPC
“Let me out! I am not supposed to be here!” Sora shouted.
The lizard man hissed. “Be silent!”
“Not unless you release me at once!”
“One more word and I will deal with you!”
“Make me!”
Ectol held up a blowpipe and blew a dart into Sora’s neck.
“Ouch!” Her head turned dizzy until her face landed on the wolf’s crotch.
Maxor laughed. “I like this position.”
Sora wanted to rise off the NPC’s warm bulging crotch against her face, but she slowly faded out.
How did this happen to her?