“I’m waiting to see you as a cheerleader for me,” Fenrir said, sitting across Saya at the usual table with his arms crossed over his chest.
Meanwhile, Saya couldn’t help but to blush and look as if she ever regretted bringing up the whole cheerleading thing. “I – I don’t know what you’re talking about, you perverted onii-wan.” Her ears twitched atop her head and her tail slowly swished from side to side behind her.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“N-nonsense.”
“Sense.”
“What?”
“The opposite of nonsense. Sense.”
“You can’t just say the opposite of whatever I said to make a point.”
“You can just say the opposite of whatever I said to make a point.”
Saya furrowed her eyebrows before letting out a very dramatic sigh. “You better appreciate this.”
“You know I will.”
With another sigh, this one even more dramatic than the last, Saya snapped her fingers and changed her clothes. However, the sweater remained.
The sweater transformed.
What was once a basic sweater transformed to match the rest of her new clothes. With a bright, colorful skirt that barely reached halfway down her thighs, equally colorful scrunchies to keep her twintails in shape, and with some glitter on her cheeks and around her eyes, Saya’s sweater evolved to have detached sleeves on her forearms while the rest had a much tighter fit than before. And, to top it all off, there was a logo of a wolf with outstretched limbs and wings sticking out from its back on the front of the sweater. The perfect symbol for The Soaring Wolves.
“You could have left out the glitter,” Fenrir said.
“That’s what you comment on?! After I do all of this, you only care about the glitter?!” Saya pouted at him.
“No, it’s just that even if this is virtual reality and none of it is real, glitter still gets everywhere. The dangerous power of glitter transcends reality and common sense.”
Saya snapped her fingers again, causing all glitter to disappear.
“Wow, you must be like a god or something to have such control over glitter,” Fenrir teased.
“I’m never doing anything like this for you ever again if you don’t make a non-stupid comment.”
“You look adorable, Pupaya.”
Saya’s tail wagged a bit faster in response to his praise. And, of course, her cheeks turned a bit brighter. “Tha-that’s better. But… can’t you say something other than calling me cute or adorable?”
“But cute and adorable are superior to all else. Serra is cute. Cass is cute. Nell is cute. Aza is cute. Eva is cute. Being called cute is the ultimate compliment as far as I’m concerned.”
“But what about… stuff like hot, or sexy, or beautiful?”
“All of those can fall under the category of cute.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works, onii-wan.”
“Well, not always I guess. There are – wait, before we continue, I want a scenery change.”
“What kind of scenery change?”
“You’re in my head. You should know what kind.”
Saya sighed for the third time and snapped her fingers once more, transforming their location from the usual into that of a vast ocean with no end in sight. Rather than sitting across from each other at a table, they sat next to each other on a small rowboat with fishing rods in their hands facing the endless water.
“Thanks. There hasn’t been enough fishing lately. Now I can hang out with you without feeling like I never do any fishing despite originally playing this game for the fishing,” Fenrir explained before casting his line.
“I hope a giant shark eats us,” Saya replied.
“That’s a weird fetish, but I won’t judge you.”
“I’m not into vore!”
“Is there a different fetish then for wanting to be eaten by a shark?”
“It’s the fetish of not having to deal with you anymore if it happens.”
“But if we both get eaten by a giant shark, we’d still be together inside of it.”
“Fine, then I only want one of us to get eaten by it. Preferably you.”
“You’re so sassy today. Is the cheerleader uniform turning you into a brat?”
“Stop applying fetishes to me.”
“Hey, I didn’t even mean ‘brat’ I the fetish way. If you’re the one whose mind immediately goes to that, even though you’re inside of my head and could tell what I meant, then maybe you really are a brat in that sense.”
“Onii-wan, you’re making me want to turn into a three-hundred-pound professional weightlifter covered in body hair so that I can suplex you.”
“Buff women are cute, too.”
“I meant a man.”
“It’s sexist to automatically imply that all professional weightlifters are going to be men.”
“Aren’t you the sexist one for assuming I’d be a woman?”
“No, because you’re already a girl. It only makes sense to assume that you’re still going to be one when you change yourself.”
“I hate it when you’re right.”
“To be fair, you set yourself up. It’s not like you don’t know exactly how I’m going to reply.”
“Hmph.”
“Hey, you’ve got a fish.”
Saya’s eyes widened a bit when she realized that she did, in fact, have a fish on her line. She quickly reeled it in, using the exact same techniques and mannerisms of Fenrir whenever he reeled in fish, and yanked it out of the water just as it reached their boat!
Fenrir gave her a pat on the head and said, “Congratulations, I’m proud of—"
But, before he could finish, his mouth was met with a fish being smacked into his face.
“Did you just smack me with a fish?” Fenrir asked.
Saya tossed the fish back into the water. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
“One, sometimes you just want to smack somebody with a fish. You should know this, onii-wan. Two, you deserved to be smacked with a fish. You should also know this, onii-wan. Three, smacking people in the face with fish is funny. You should absolutely know this, onii-wan.”
“You didn’t say a single wrong thing, but I still feel offended.”
“If I smack you with enough fish then you’ll only feel pain instead.”
“Since when is my little tsundere pseudo-sister cheerleader puppy such a sadist?”
“That’s way too long.”
“That’s what she said.”
“I’m smacking you with the next fish I get.”
“That’s alright. Like you said, it makes for good comedy. Everybody loves seeing somebody get smacked in the face with a fish, even the person getting smacked in the face with a fish.”
“That sounds like something a masochist would say. Are you a masochist or something, onii-wan?”
“Only to Serra.”
Saya sighed, but it was not a sigh of annoyance this time. Instead, it was a disappointed sigh of envy. “I wish I could be hurt by Serra. I want to know what it’s like to feel her bites myself.”
“Well, don’t you kind of already get to know how they feel? If you experience everything that I experience?”
“It’s not the same.”
“I guess. Wait, I have an idea.”
“I know.”
“Then do it.”
“Onii-wan, are you sure it won’t be too weird?”
“It’s okay. If I tell Serra about it later, she’ll be proud of me.”
A certain noise caused by the expunging of air via the mouth left Saya’s lips as she did something that she never expected to do.
She turned Fenrir into Serra.
Or, at the very least, she gave Ryouta the body of Serra.
“Woah, I feel so… tiny,” Ryouta said. Even his voice sounded exactly like Serra’s.
And, of course, one of the first things he did was set down his fishing rod to grope his own chest.
“Really, onii-wan? You’re an adult in a relationship with multiple girls, and you’ve felt almost all of their boobs already, and you’ve done way lewder things to them than just feel them, but you still grope your own as soon as you’re in a girl’s body?” Saya asked with a judging stare.
“It’s a man’s duty to grope his boobs if he ever gets turned into a girl.”
“Well, at least you’re not looking down your pants or—”
Saya looked over at Ryouta only to see him looking down his pants.
“Really, onii-wan?”
“Listen, I wanted to know what it’s like to look down from a girl’s perspective. I already know what it’s like to look down and see a cock. The idea of looking down and seeing nothing sticking is weird. Now I know what it’s like.”
“Is that really something worth knowing?”
“It absolutely is.”
Without any accompanying sigh nor snapping of the fingers, Saya transformed… into a man. She had short, blonde hair, a body as tall and as muscular as Fenrir’s, and was much more of a pretty boy type, but she was undoubtedly a man.
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Saya turned into Manaya.
She – he also kept the sweater and skirt.
And then he held out his skirt to look down it.
“Huh. It is kinda weird to look there and see something sticking out when you’re not expecting it,” Manaya said.
“Nice skirt, bro,” Ryouta teased, still with the body and voice of Serra.
“Hey, men can wear skirts if they want to,” Manaya replied.
“I’m not saying they can’t. All I said was nice skirt. It was a nice skirt on you before, and it’s still a nice skirt on you now. You think I’m going to judge when I’ve played VR games where I dressed myself up to look as ridiculous as possible before killing people who really hated me? Being killed by somebody you hate is one thing. Being killed by somebody you hate while they wear a frilly pink dress covered in pretty gems and stuff, while having chest hair sticking out from the low cut that’s meant to show off cleavage, is another thing – a thing that is far more rage-inducing than simply being killed by somebody who looks ‘normal.’”
“You’re such a troll, onii-wan.”
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“There was also that time I killed somebody with a weapon modified to have the cosmetics of an oversized banana. It’s one thing to be killed by a sword. It’s another thing to have somebody smack a banana into you over, and over, and over again until you’re dead.”
“Maybe you’re not a troll. Just weird.”
“You know what’s even worse, though? When you dress up in a frilly, girly costume while having chest hair bursting out from it as you smack a guy who hate you to death with an oversized banana.”
“I think there’s something wrong with you. Especially why you killed him.”
“Listen, I was young and a griefer. He totally deserved it to me at the time. I mean, he was one of those creative-only guys trying to play an online game with raiding mechanics because him and his group loving the base-building mechanics. Then he dared to say that it was players like me and my group who ruined the game and said that we’re the reason why developers always force PvP into everything. So, it was only natural for me to kill him, and his entire group, and destroy every single thing that they ever created, until they ragequit and never came back.”
“You shouldn’t be such a horrible person while using Serra’s voice. She doesn’t deserve this.”
“But Serra approves of blowing things up. She would watch the world burn if she could.”
“I guess. Anyways, didn’t you turn into Serra for a reason, onii-wan?”
“I did. I was going to be lewd and bite you on the neck. But, now you’re a guy, so I’m not sure if I can bring myself to actually do it. Then again, you are still Pupaya and I’m still – well, me.”
“I could turn you back into Fenrir to do it.”
“What, so that there’s a wolf guy biting a dog boy’s neck? Are you some sort of yaoi fangirl now? Though… I mean, I fully support there being more hentai like that since dog representation in hetan is so underwhelming.”
“You might want to clarify that you mean personified dogs instead of actual dogs.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Anyways, I—”
Ryouta was cut off once more by another fish slapping him in the face.
“Where’d that one even come from?!” Ryouta asked as Manaya tossed the second fish back into the water.
“Don’t question it. Anyways,” Manaya said before turning back into Saya. “I’m ready for my biting.”
“You’re awfully bold about wanting it after slapping me with a fish. No, you slapped Serra’s face with a fish. How could you?”
“Serra’s face being cute is what makes her ideal for slapping it with a fish. The cuter the face, the funnier it is to slap it with a fish.”
“That’s messed up.”
“Says the guy who immediately groped himself and looked down his pants after stealing his girlfriend’s body, and who also, while dressed in a girly costume with an oversized banana, killed a guy who just wanted to be peaceful and build nice things with his friends until they all quit the game.”
“You have a point. A very good point that I can’t refute in any way.”
“Then hurry up and bite me, onii-wan.”
“You’re so needy. Do you really want me to bite you as Serra that badly? How come you’re never this bold when I’m my usual self?”
“Because it’s easier to ask you when you’re Serra. You’re… intimidating when you’re Fenrir.”
“I guess that makes sense.”
And so, Ryouta set his rod down again to approach Saya. He made sure to be careful enough that he wouldn’t shake the rowboat too much. As soon as he was close enough to her, he decided to bring out his inner Serra and do exactly as she would do.
He straddled Saya’s lap, pressed his chest against hers, and brought his lips to Saya’s neck so that he could… do nothing.
“I can’t. Groping myself is one thing. Looking down my pants is another thing. Doing lewd things to somebody else while using Serra’s body is something that I can’t bring myself to do.”
“I called it,” Saya sighed before teleporting Ryouta back to his seat on the boat and turning him back into Fenrir.
“So, biting you as Serra is a no-go, but what about… do you just want to be bitten by a girl in general, or does it have to be Serra?”
“I – I don’t know… maybe just in general, I guess. Why, onii-wan?”
“You know why. Do it.”
“Seriously? Are you going to chicken out at the last second again?”
“Nope. I promise your neck will be thoroughly bitten this time.”
The promise caused Saya’s ears to twitch and her tail to wag before she did as he wanted in his thoughts.
She turned Fenrir into Femrir.
Femrir was as tall and as toned as Fenrir, but her hair reached all new levels of overwhelming length and fluffiness as a pair of large breasts bulged out her shirt to the point of threatening to pop out. It wasn’t the only part of her body threatening to escape her clothing, either. Everything looked too tight and ready to burst.
“Cha-change my clothes, please,” Femrir pleaded, unable to find any comfort in the current situation.
As Femrir request, Saya did.
Femrir went from looking like some sort of stereotypical fantasy woman in revealing clothes way too small for her to almost drowning in a large, oversized sweater with sweatpants. She went from looking like a character in a hentai game to almost any normal woman during the winter.
She sighed and then proceeded to immediately grope herself.
“Again?!” Saya shouted.
“Listen, it’s different this time. These things are as big as my head almost. It’s a completely different experience in comparison to groping Serra’s. This is more… Cass and Aza tier.”
Saya looked down at her own chest. “I guess me and Serra are on the same tier then.”
“Yeah, but all the tiers are great. Then there’s Nell and Eva on the same tier between the others. Also, this is further confirming that as great as groping boobs are, groping them over sweaters is far superior. The combination of sweater and boob is far more powerful than bare boob will ever be.”
“You’re like a little kid.”
“If I was then I wouldn’t have these things,” Femrir said, lifting her breasts up and giving them a shake while still covered by the sweater. “Wait, I just thought of something I could do. I have these things, and you’re petite enough to make it work, so I could do the thing I saw in hentai once.”
“Onii-wan – I mean, Onee-wan, please don’t make me your test subject to perform weird things you’ve seen in hentai on.”
“You’re in my head. Can you seriously say that you don’t want me to do exactly what I’m thinking of to you?”
Saya looked away with reddened cheeks. “I – I guess if you really want to…”
Before she could look back, Femrir was already on the move. The attack on Saya began before her eyes even returned to Femrir.
Femrir got right up in front of Saya, lifted up her sweater, and then pulled it down over Saya to trap Saya between her sweater and her body.
“Preferably, I’d be the one being suffocated under a sweater like this by an older sister type, but this works,” Femrir said as Saya struggled her way up through underneath the sweater before popping her head out through the top and gasping for air as if she just surfaced from almost drowning underwater.
“You – you know you could have asked me to do something like this for you instead,” Saya said.
“Yeah, but I kinda want Aza to do it to me. Especially because she’d be all nervous and shy about it.”
“Are you sure you don’t secretly want to be the older sister type yourself?”
“You know what they say. If you can’t get a waifu, become the waifu.”
“Onee-wan, this is raising certain questions about you.”
“Less questions, more biting.”
Just as Fenrir promised, Femrir lowered herself a bit more to bring her mouth closer to Saya’s neck before latching onto it. Being the female version of Fenrir, Femrir’s fangs were plenty large and sharp enough to give Saya a painfully pleasurable sensation as those fangs applied just enough pressure to make her bleed a tiny bit but no more.
Saya found herself arching her back, pressing her chest against Femrir’s underneath the sweater, as her arms wrapped around the larger woman’s body. Her previous gasps for air turned into gasps of excited pleasure as her toes curled from the combined sensation of being so thoroughly evenloped in Femrir’s warmth while having her neck bitten.
It was far too much for her. Even though she was such an advanced result of technology that put humans to shame, she found herself melting because of a human. Her gasps and panting only calmed down when Femrir finally released her neck, but then her noises came back as erotic moans once Femrir went after the other side of her neck with the grace of a starved wolf.
It was simply too much. This was all that it took for Saya to shut her eyes and moan out, “O-Onee-wan – I’m – I’m—”
And then she was slapped in the face with a fish.
Saya opened her eyes only to see Femrir holding a fish in one hand as she looked down at her with a devilish grin. Saya’s expression was the exact opposite. It was a combination of fury and – well, being dead inside.
Femrir couldn’t help but to laugh. “I’m sorry, but it was absolutely worth it and reven—”
And then everything changed.
Femrir was no longer Femrir nor Fenrir. Instead, Ryouta was back to being Ryouta, and he was tied up, hanging upside down, over a pool of burning lava as Saya stood behind a control panel that could lower him into the lava at any moment. “You know, onii-wan, I can boost your pain so that you feel a hundred times more pain than what you would realistically feel while keeping you alive and conscious.”
“Still – still worth it,” Ryouta said as sweat dripped off from his forehead into the lava below. “But uh, I think I might be ready to wake now.”
“You’re lucky that I’m legally obligated to let you leave whenever you want. You deserve worse than death for that.”
“I’m sorry. All I promised was that I’d bite you. Next time, I’ll promise to actually let you cum t—”
Saya’s face turned bright red as she lowered Ryouta toward the lava.
Fortunately for him, he woke from virtual reality the split second before his face smacked into the lava.
It was Ryouta’s turn to release a heavy sigh, and this one was in real life as he slipped the headset off to look up at the ceiling where his trusty fan was installed.
He was still happy that he brought the fan from his old apartment.
“Wait, I never explained my logic about the whole cute thing,” Ryouta said to himself.
“The… the what?” Cassandra asked, lying in bed next to him.
Her voice caused Ryouta to jump. “I thought you were all going out on a girls’ date?”
“Listen closely, my – my hero,” Alice said, sounding just as out of breath as Cassandra.
Surely enough, as soon as he paid attention with his ears, he could hear the pattering of rain falling outside. And then there was the thunder. “Oh. I guess that explains why you didn’t go out,” Ryouta said before looking at his girlfriends. “Wait, why’re you both – wait, why am I even asking?”
Both Cassandra and Alice were naked on the bed on each side of him, though they were at least covered up by what they could get of the sheets as he lied down on the middle of them.
If both Cassandra and Alice were naked and so out of breath, that could only mean one thing.
Ryouta leaned up and looked around just in time to catch Serra entering the room. Her hair was even messier than the other girls’ and she wore a loose, open robe that revealed most of her chest while holding a bottle of hard lemonade up to her lips.
She was basically the cute equivalent of a older man smoking a cigar after sex.
“Did… did you do this to them while I was just lying here in VR?” Ryouta asked her.
Serra, being the pro lip reader that she was, gave him a thumbs-up while taking another swig from her bottle.
“I – I do not know where she learned her techniques from,” Alice said, “but our dearest Serra has true mastery over every part of her body. Whether she uses her mouth, her fingers, or anything else… I believe that she may be missing her calling. She could go down in history as humanity’s greatest – ah, what word should I use… harlot?”
“I’d rather her stay our greatest harlot instead of humanity’s,” Ryouta said.
“Of course! We would be foolish to unleash her upon the world rather than keep her for ourselves.”
“What was that… cute thing you were talking about?” Cassandra asked.
“Oh. I was talking to Saya about how cute is the greatest compliment there is and how it also covers everything from hot to sexy and beautiful. You know, like, there’s cute cute. Then there’s sexy cute. Beautiful cute. Hot cute. Cute covers all compliments. A tall and buff girl is also cute, for example. A woman, or man to be fair, who has a dominant and serious personality is cute. Smart people are cute for being smart. Dumb people are cute for being dumb,” Ryouta explained, sounding as if it were all common sense.
“Don’t you think that literally everything is cute then?”
“Literally everything is cute. Except, you know, murder and stuff. That’s not cute. However, if we’re talking in a strictly fictional sense, a yandere who kills her competition can be cute.”
“I don’t think that’s how the word ‘cute’ is used.”
“Well, it’s how I use it. Cute covers every single other compliment and form of praise that there is to me. It’s one of the most versatile words in all of existence. Like, when people think cute, they usually think puppies or kittens or babies or something. When I think cute, I think anything that can be related to appearance or personality. Well, really, I guess that this also applies to things like hot. Anything can be hot. Cute can be hot. Beautiful can be hot. And so on. However, I like using ‘cute’ the most.”
“I don’t really understand, but alright,” Cassandra said, too exhausted to say anything else on the matter.
“I also told her about the time that I beat somebody to death with an oversized banana while dressed up in a pink and girly dress with frills for trash talking me.”
“You… you what?”
“I thought that I had strange fantasies, my hero, but that puts all of mine to shame,” Alice said.
“I did get pleasure out of it, but not sexual pleasure,” Ryouta explained.
“May I ask in what way did they ‘trash talk’ you?”
“He said I was ruining the game we played at the time by going around killing everybody and griefing everything that anybody built. He was absolutely right. So, I killed him and all his friends and destroyed everything they built.”
Cassandra used what energy she had to try and elbow him in the side. “You were such an asshole. You know, one of Livia’s intentions for building a huge military and controlling so much land was to give people peace and safety from people like you.”
“You shouldn’t have told me that. You really, really shouldn’t have. I was perfectly happy defending our slice of the coast and building it up away from everybody else. Now I want to go and raze everything from our coast to the coast on the opposite end of the continent.”
“You could always, you know, not be a jerk to everybody playing the game who just wants to be left alone.”
“Hey, I’d spare all the NPCs. They can come live with us. All the players, though – well, the ground needs fertilizer every now and then, doesn’t it?”
“I will gladly support your endeavors so long as you occasionally turn your terrifying rampage toward my body every so often, my hero!” Alice declared.
“Then I’ll have to do it sometime. First, I’ve got a meeting with GG today. We need to finalize our defenses and get everybody ready. Then we can think about destroying the world,” Ryouta teased. Oh, and Serra. I’d feel guilty not telling you about this, but I had Saya give me your body and then I groped myself and looked down my pants. I figured I should be honest about that.”
Serra smirked and gave him another thumbs-up. “Naice.”