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"Nnf... Oh Yeah! I'm gonna..... cum!" The raichu grunted and shoved himself balls deep in his partner, earning a shaky moan from the lithe feline pinned between him and the bed. "Hooo yeah that's the stuff right there. Take it all you dirty slut!~" the chubby pokemon gave a deep groan, jerking his hips as he emptied his nuts. He dropped down on top of the cat, then rolled to the side, spooning the feline.

"God, Roland, I love it when you come over. I assume Croix hasn't been putting out lately?" the cat began to nuzzle into the raichu, his chest rumbling with an affectionate purr.

Roland sighed and rolled his eyes at that. Yeah he was married to his jackalope, but Croix's sex drive just couldn't keep up with his, so their relationship was open, for both of their sake.

"Yeah, he's been playing this game. Magical Adventures or whatever. He's got one of those VR pods and everything. He's totally addicted."

The cat's ears perked, and he gave Roland a quizzical look "Magical Adventures? You know what that game's about, right?"

"Nope. Not a clue. I don't keep up with all that gaming stuff. Not my thing."

The feline's face lit up with excitement. "I'm surprised. All the pervs have been playing it nonstop. It's harder than ever to get a guy over."

"Are you calling me a perv?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Rudy laughed. "Anyway, I think you'd enjoy it. Lets get cleaned up in the shower, then we can see about having you try it out."

Roland wrapped his hands around the twinky cat, pulling him into a warm embrace. "Aww, you sure you don't want to get into round two?" The raichu flexed his dick to make a point, grinding himself up against the feline's ass.

"Okay, yeah maybe I could go for another round..."

***

Roland scratched his head as he stood in front of the 'Pod' as Rudy had called it. The Pod was a long, sleek box accesorized with various heating/cooling vents and dozens of RGB LEDs wherever possible. The lid was excessively styled with absurd looking edges added into the design for no real reason, of course, LEDs and fake vents galore were crammed onto the top.

Roland stared at the rather gaudy looking machine, not quite able to make heads or tails of it all. "It looks like a coffin had a threesome with LED strips and a cyborg. This this better jerk me off if it's going to look this garish."

"Yeah yeah... it was some special edition 'gaming' edition. No one bought them, so they were discounted. We're getting off topic though! Just get in the machine, please." Rudy walked up to the pod and grabbed the handle opening the lid and revealing the plush interior. Inside lay some sort of helmet reminiscent of the electrode helmets so often seen in labs. "Just hop in and put on the helmet. I'll take care of the rest."

Roland looked over the plush interior of the box, noting that the inside lip had yet even more RGB strips. "I feel like half of the design budget was spent on these stupid lights..." despite his complaining Roland climbed into the pod, laying down in the box and adjusting the helmet to fit his head. He gave Rudy a thumbs up, watching as the lid swung shut above him, drowning him in darkness. Seconds later he heard Rudy's muffled voice through the walls.

"Alright. It's gonna sign you up for the game automatically. The system takes care of all of that. You know how companies are these days. They know more about you than you yourself do and all that. Their algorithms will be adding your friends automatically and everything. Just close your eyes and wait for the game to load!"

Roland did as he was told, laying back into the plush interior of The Pod. He laid in wait for what seemed like forever, eyes closed, and hands on his chest; posed not unlike a corpse in a casket. He wasn't sure when he'd opened his eyes, but Roland's attention was drawn to a simple red bar, slowly expanding, as a percentage above it inched closer to 100. The next thing Roland had noticed was that he wasn't laying down anymore. He was standing, or, more accurately, floating in the air, apparently weightless within the infinitely large void he'd found himself in. There was a short beep, drawing Roland's attention back to the now full loading bar. Suddenly the void exploded with a bright light. Blinded from all angles, Roland was forced to squeeze his eyes shut.

Moments later wind was rushing through his ears and Roland felt the familiar pull of gravity on his body. Before he could so much as scream he'd already hit the ground, his legs crumpling underneath him as he landed in a heap. A pained groan could be hears as the raichu rolled onto his side, opening his eyes to the sight of a grass covered forest ground. He sighed, pushing himself up to a sitting position, then taking a look at himself to check for any wounds. Thankfully he wasn't hurt, but something was out of the ordinary. That being the fact all his clothes were gone! Instead, He was clad in some cotton pants and measly leather armour. He looked around him and noted a sword and shield conveniently placed roughly fifty metres from where he'd fallen.

"Oh wow. This VR stuff is really impressive. No wonder Croix's addicted to this game. It's practically real!" Roland got up and dusted himself off, grabbing a sword and a shield conveniently left in the grass, presumably for him. He spent a minute figuring out which hand he would use for which. He'd just perfected his stance when a sudden noise right in his ear made him jump. Roland yelled, spinning around with his sword drawn, swinging his weapon down upon... nothing? Roland stood confused, until he noticed an exclamation mark in the corner of his vision. The moment he began to think about it, a menu popped up out of nowhere, semi transparent and filling his entire field of vision. Suddenly a chat window popped up, with a new message from Rudy.

Rudy: Hey Roland. Hope that first spawn didn't shake you up too much

Rudy: Nevermind that. I should explain a bit more. The Pod is a VR machine that taps into your brain, to put it simply. Uses electricity to manipulate your senses at the base level. Kinda spooky right?

Rudy: I guess that'll all go over your head. To put it simply, it's like you're asleep and dreaming, except the dream is the world's biggest adult only MMO.

Rudy: All the menus and stuff take a bit of getting used to. They react directly to your thoughts, which most people aren't used to. Try thinking of a reply and you'll see what I mean.

"Like this?" Roland wondered aloud. Intrigued, he watched as his dialogue box filled up with a direct quote and sent to Rudy.

Rudy: Yes! Exactly! Now, I was gonna let you explore this game on your own, but I see that Croix is online in the same region as you. Try finding him and having him show you! Just think of him and it should automatically show all your friends' names and distances. I'm gonna go clean up after that mess we made. Have fun!

Rudy's status switched to 'away' and his icon greyed out. Roland figured that was it for that conversation, closing the menu and thinking about Croix. To his surprise, Croix's ingame name popped up, text constantly hovering in his vision where he assumed Croix was.. 'Huh. Only five hundred metres from the starting zone? That seems.. odd' Roland wondered to himself. Surely this game's world was much larger than that. And Croix had been sinking whole days into this game. Surely he'd progressed further than the beginner area! Determined to figure the situation out, Roland began trekking in the direction of his husband, taking the most direct path to the jackalope.

Roland struggled fighting through foliage and underbrush, but he was getting closer and closer to Croix. Just fifty metres now... He considered calling out for the jackalope, given how dense the forest appeared to be, but at the same time Roland wanted to surprise him.

"... than my husband~"

Roland's ears twitched as they picked up the familiar tone of Croix's voice. He was talking to someone, about him? Roland had to investigate. Moving slowly so as to not make any noise, Roland crept forward towards the source of Croix's voice. He found himself peering out into a small clearing. What he witnessed nearly made him gasp. There was Croix, stripped of all his armour, on his knees. The sight alone was enough to send blood rushing to Roland's dick. However, Croix wasn't alone. A tall, burly rat stood in front of the jackalope; dressed in little more than a loincloth, the likes of which was pushed aside to accommodate for his turgid, uncut length. Roland watched, frozen, as Croix drooled and worshipped the Rat's fat dick, all the wile muttering about how much better than Roland the rat was.

The game's UI identified the rat as a wild mob named Barrel. Barrel was towering over Croix, regarding him with a smug grin. "Gotta say kid, I've had a few get attached to me, but you spending two weeks cleanin every last inch of my body with your tongue is definitely somethin' new."

Croix didn't hear the rat speaking. At least, it didn't appear that he did. Croix seemed more concerned with giving the rat's foreskin a thorough tongue bath, slipping his tongue under the hood and licking in circles around the head. The jackalope nibbled at the tip of the skin, playfully tugging on it before releasing the loose skin from his teeth.

"So, I been thinkin... With how much more eager you are to blow me than the last newbie.. why don't we take it to the next level?"

No response. Croix had his face buried in Barrel's nuts now, and was too occupied moaning into the rodent's fat nuts to pay attention to his words. The jackalope was more concerned with giving those fat orbs a tongue bath.

"Right. Anyway, I was thinkin... you know, you let me fuck you in the ass. I uh... I ain't ever done it before, and you never know when I'll find another slut as willing as you"

Croix showed no initial signs of even listening to the rat, his head buried between the rodent's legs, slurping the sweat off his nuts. The moment the rat had mentioned anal, however, the jackalope was all ears. In a blur of motion Croix was back on his knees, staring up at barrel with a gaze full of anticipation.

"Jeez kid. With that look you're givin me you must not get this a lot huh. Yer boyfriend or whatever not puttin out huh. Least that's what it seems like..." Barrel grumbled half in annoyance while fumbling with the knot on his loincloth. "Don't worry.. heh. Gonna fuck you better than that no good boyfriend of yours ever could." Roland felt a pang of hurt in his chest at that, knowing that Croix would not only allow another man to speak of him like that, but even going so far as to encourage it. Yet at the same time there was a throb in his loins, the raichu trying his best to ignore the erection that insisted on making its presence known.

Roland's attention turned back to the duo in the clearing. Clearly Barrel wasted no time, as he was already grinding his fat dick between Roland's cheeks, matting his fur down and smearing it with precum. Roland wasn't sure by how much, but even from here he could tell the rat was better endowed than him. He was obviously thicker, and it was undeniable he had two or three inches on the raichu, And, from the look on Croix's face, he was all too aware of the size difference as well.

"Your husband or whatever ain't this big. That I know for a fact. I can see it on your face."

Croix didn't want to admit it, but the Rat was right. "Well he's close..."

"Close? Well, let me show you how far from close your husband is..."

Roland couldn't bear to watch it. His own husband talking shit about him while fucking another man. Not even a man at that, a program! Roland was getting cucked by a damn videogame, and for some reason that thought had him stiff as a rock. Try as he might, Roland couldn't ignore just how turned on he was by the thought of having his husband stolen by a cartoon rat. Before he knew it, the Raichu's hand was sliding underneath the waist of his pants, tugging his dick free so he could shamelessly jerk it to a virtual rat cuckolding him.

Croix's moans got louder and needier, the jackalope not so subtly grinding back against Barrel, desperate for more than just foreplay. The rat didn't seem to mind, however. Barrel lined himself up, grinding the tip of his dick against the jackalope's hole. He pushed forward ever so slightly... then stopped. Upon receiving a questioning look from the Jackalope, Barrel's smile widened.

"Beg for it, since you're so eager. Tell me how you want nothing but to cheat on your husband with me.

then bucking forward. Croix's ass didn't open up initially on account of the rat's girth, earning a grunt from the jackalope and an annoyed huff from the Rat. He stuck two fingers in his mouth, thoroughly coating them with a layer of his saliva down to the third knuckle. The rat lowered his hand, rubbing his fingers in circles around the rim of Croix's anus, teasing the jackalope before giving him what he wanted. Barrel slowly sunk his fingers into Croix's ass, pumping them back and forth to work the jackalope open. Roland bit his lip while he watched Barrel prep his husband. The rat was totally vulnerable now. He has his back turned, and Roland could easily swoop in for a kill and stop all of this; but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Finally Croix had been loosened up enough for the rat's girth. Barrel leaned down and spat on Croix's hole one last time for good measure before standing back up. He tugged the foreskin back and prodded his head against Croix's tailhole. Barrel rolled his hips forward, and Roland watched as his boyfriend's hole greedily swallowed Barrel's dick. The rat slid himself forward in one smooth, controlled thrust, his hips meeting Croix's with a quiet thump. The rat had buried himself balls deep.

He wasted no time on foreplay, opting to grunt and shove Croix's face into the dirt. Widening his stance a little, Barrel began drilling the jackalope's fat ass. He immediately fell into a moderate pace, pumping his dick in and out of Croix's ass with little care. His massive nuts hung low between his legs, swinging back and forth, smacking against Croix's own hefty sack. Roland did nothing but watch as the heavyset rat hunched over his husband's back, fucking his brains out better than he ever could. The sight was infuriating, yet, at the same time, Roland's hand was glued to his dick. No matter how angry he looked, the truth was he wouldn't stop staring.

Roland's gaze was glued to the hunched over form of the rat. It was addicting, watching the way his muscles flexed with each thrust. The light sheen of sweat that had begun to coat his fur. The droplets of sweat running down his balls. The expressions of bliss Croix was making, it was all too much for the raichu to handle. Roland's breath caught in his throat, and before he knew it, he was spraying his load straight out in front of him. Roland had never cum this hard in recent memory. The first rope of cum landing a full eight feet from where he was crouched in the bushes; each successive rope falling short of the last. The raichu didn't so much as slow during his orgasm, jerking off until the very end.

Although Roland had already came, it seemed Barrel was just getting started. The rat's stamina was otherworldly, and Roland was about to learn firsthand how good it was. Not that Roland cared much, as he was too focused on jerking off again, already well on his way to the second orgasm of the day. Barrel, on the other hand, drilled the jackalope's ass for hours on end. Sweat began to pour down his frame in heavy rivers, the smell of sex filled the air immediately around them. Animalistic snarls and grunts spread far throughout the quiet forest. Roland watched pitifully as Barrel fucked the first of many orgasms out of Croix, the jackalope shooting his load hands free from the constant stimulation on his prostate.

One hands free orgasm turned to two, which turned to four, and then eight... Roland lost count of how many times Barrel had made Croix cum somewhere in the mid-teens range. Had Croix cum fourteen or fifteen times... He wasn't sure. But one thing he was sure of was that he'd cum twice as much simply jerking off. Barrel had been going at it for hours, and it was only well after the sun had set that the rat finally reached his limit.

With a deep, shaky grunt Barrel finally reached the tipping point. He didn't miss a single beat, continuing to fuck Croix while riding out his orgasm. What resulted was an extremely messy cream pie, cum gushing out around his dick every time he thrust back into the jackalope. The rat's orgasm lasted a full minute, and by the end of that sixty seconds, Croix's hole was a sloppy, gaped, cum filled mess. There was a wet 'Schlick' as barrel pulled out, revealing just how much he'd opened Croix up. Even from a distance Roland could clearly see into the jackalope's tailhole, coated in a thick layer of rat cum while a river constantly oozed from his hole. Roland was in shock. There was no way he could compare...

Barrel sighed as he took in the results of his handywork. Croix's ass had been opened up properly by a real stud, alright. But it couldn't stay that way forever. After all, someone had to clean it all up. "Now that I'm done ah... how do you kids put it... fuckin yer brains out... whaddya say we get your hubby out of those bushes over there to come clean ya up. It's the least he could do, isn't it?"

Roland felt a pang of fear in his heart when he'd been called out so blatantly, yet at the same time, he was excited. As much as he hated the idea of another man fucking Croix, his dick was rock hard at the thought of cleaning up after the rat as well.