Laser Tag
Laser Tag
By: Nyn
Damien was waiting at home, picking through a selection of games to play to pass some time as it seems that today would be yet another eventless Saturday. Stuck between his choice of two games he was about to give up and find a coin to flip when the phone rang. Hoping greatly that it was someone with something to do he tossed the two games onto his bed and ran to answer the phone. When he picked up the phone a familiar lupine voice spoke back.
"Hey Damien."
"Hey Nyn, what's up?" The wolf chuckled as though Damien had mentioned something funny and then replied.
"Well I'm throwing a little party, you could say, just a few friends, and I was wondering if you were busy today?" Damien quickly informed the wolf of his bored dilemma and Nyn gave him instructions and directions to a place in town.
"Meet me here in about thirty minutes. It should make for quite the evening bud."
When Damien arrived at the address he found a large building boasting a flashing red neon sign that read "Lazer Lanze" a popular laser tag arena, often rented out to groups for community activities or birthday parties. Entering the building the black fox peered back and forth looking for the familiar grey furred wolf but couldn't seem to find him. What he did find though was a confused looking skunk wandering around the arcade room. Instantly recognizing him Damien threw himself at the unsuspecting skunk
"Jizzal!"
The confused mephit had no time to react before he was hit by the black, furry projectile. Staggering forward, he erfed and batted at his attacker
"Who in the...Damien?!"
"Hey Jizzal! What are you doing here?"
"I'm not sure really. Nyn called and asked me to come by for something, said he was throwing a birthday party for some one."
Damien laughed and bounced his paw off his forehead, "My birthday is this weekend! That must be it; why else would he invite me without telling me?"
Jizzal laughed and shrugged "I don't know, why he does half the things he does."
"...Good point"
As the pair talked back and forth over what the meaning of the meeting could be a red fox in a well fit suit approached them and handed them each a card. Turning on a heel he walked away ignoring their confused questions and disappeared behind a staff only door. As Damien peeled open his card Jizzal did the same but found it sealed with wax, of all things. Scratching with his claw he was finally able to open it and read it aloud.
Thank you to both of you for coming on such short notice. I know that this must seem odd and I hope that I will be able to explain things better latter on. For now please proceed to the equipment room. There you will find a vest and laser gun with your names on them. Suit up and get ready, the game will start shortly.
P.S. I have the entire arena rented out for the next four hours so do plan to have a great time.
Looking to Jizzal the fox received only a confused look and a shrug. Deciding that he might as well follow the card's instructions he and Jizzal moved to the equipment room and begin the look for the equipment marked for them. Jizzal found his at the end of one of the benches, the vest painted with a white strip the over lapped his own and seemed to blend in when he slipped it on. Damien found his beside Jizzal's and noticed that his had been painted all black, even his gun. Listing the vest up and looking it over Damien spotted clasps on the vest but was unable to get them open. After tugging at them for a few moments, he noticed that the fabric stretched easily and in a few seconds pulled the whole things over his head, the oddly flexible material fitting tightly to his form.
As the two finished gearing up they noticed a map of the arena on the wall. The arena was an open area that took up all three stories of the building. It was similar to the playgrounds one would see at a large school but this was far more complex. The entire structure had ramps, ladders, sliding poles and even the occasional fake swinging wall, allowing for players to move around quickly and in many different ways. As the two started trying to memorize the map Jizzal saw a light flicker on Damien's chest. Pointing it out he noticed one on his own vest. Gripping the small, lit square he found that there was a headpiece with a small view screen strapped to his vest. Slipping it on and pulling it down over his eye Jizzal watched as text scrolled by.
This game will be played under single elimination rules. Each player must reach an objective before their gun will work. Once you reach your objective you will be given further instructions. Do note though that while your gun does not yet work your vest does. If your opponent reach their objective first the will be able to engage you, should they be able to find you, and eliminate you before you can return fire. Your vest registers shots to the chest, shoulders, and arms. The head set will register head shots. You will be eliminated after three arm shots, two shoulder or chest shots or one head shot. The game will now begin. Make your moves quickly for to the victor go the spoils.
Nodding, Damien looked to Jizzal.
"Ready?" he asked.
The skunk laughed and shook his head.
"I'm so getting shot."
Damien grinned and nodded, "Well, I'll try to make sure of it."
Laughing, the two were interrupted as the room's door swung open reveling the large complex structure and allowing a bit of fog to roll into the room. The fog was one of the coolest parts, Damien remembered, as it let you actually see your lasers when you shot them. The moment Damien stepped into the room his eyepiece lit up with a green triangle on the margin pointing to the right. When he turned that way, the triangle became a green circle with a read out indicating his distance. "That must be the first objective," Jizzal said. Damien nodded and took a step towards it and at the same time Jizzal went the other way.
Glancing to the skunk, Damien stuck out his tongue, "Good luck, skunkie."
Moving quickly, Damien found a rope ladder that led up the side of a tall platform. Scurrying up it, he was able to get a general idea of the area's layout. The upper levels were wide open and any player up here would be able to easily pick of players moving about below. The only problem was that there was no cover on the upper levels meaning that although you could pick easy targets you would be open to fire from all angles and have no cover. Deciding that since Jizzal was still most likely on the low levels, he could probably race over the third level before the skunk's gun was operable. Moving across the catwalks, he realized his target must be on the second level because his screen no longer showed it unless he looked down. Finding a sliding pole, he grabbed hold and let himself glide down a level. Just as a red beam lanced through the air, passing where he had been only seconds ago.
"Great" he said, "The skunk can shoot."
Dropping onto a padded platform, he raced down a narrow hallway and noted that each end had a mirror that showed what was around the corner. Not only did this make him feel more secure but he also knew that lasers bounced off mirrors and that he would have to keep his eyes open for more of them as they might come in handy. As he rounded the corner he found an open doorway lit by his eyepiece and slipped in. The room was empty all except a small device hanging from a thread in the middle of the ceiling. As he approached he made out the letters on a piece of paper attached to it.
'Put me in the slot on the butt of your gun.'
Shrugging Damien took the small black box and did as it asked. The instant it clipped in a fait blue light lit up the display on his gun and word scrolled over the screen.
::Hits taken: Zero, Shots fired: Zero, Players encountered: None::
As the gun lit up so did his headpiece and for the fist time that day he laid eyes on Nyn.
"Hello Damien. I do hope that you were able to get to this in a timely fashion as I think you will benefit greatly from this bit of information. Once you place the final hit on a player their gun will no longer work. Also, all the clasps on their vests will disengage. This will make them helpless in the game, no longer able to receive instructions or interact in the game. As I'm sure that's all fine and dandy with you I want you to know one more thing. When you have been disqualified from the game and no longer have operable equipment, the door to leave will not recognize you. You will not be able to leave. The only way that the door will open for a player is if it detects two player chips. In the card you received earlier there was a tiny chip. When you scraped through the wax it most likely lodged in your fur. Had it not done so then one was planted on you by one of the employees. Either way the doors must detect two of these, one must be a disqualified player. I do hope you're catching on."
As the recording played Damien glanced into the hall and checked the mirror, not seeing any skunks slinking about he turned his attention back to Nyn's recording.
"...That's right, eat them. You will not be able to leave the room until another player is detected inside you. What this means, though, is that you are being hunted. Right now, Jizzal is not running and hiding. No, no, I suspect that he is searching for you now. I will be waiting to greet you after the game Damien and I expect a good show. Thanks to all the cameras I'm sure I'll get it. So I'll see you in a bit, whether I get to hug you or pat Jizzal's stomach, I'll be seeing you..."
And the recording went dead. Damien's eyes widened and he grinned. So today was going to be interesting after all. Gripping his gun tightly, he leaned out into the hall and glanced both ways. Feeling content that he was alone, he began to travel quietly down the hall. Soon the hall opened into a large room with a sliding pole in the middle and a ladder in each of the four corners. The room was one that could be used to travel both up and down the different levels of the complex. Deciding that the first level was far too maze-like, and that the third was a sniper waiting to happen he continued along as he was.
Jizzal was racing over the upper levels, adrenaline pumping as he thought about the fox's scope following him unseen from the darkness. Finding a pole and the end of his current catwalk he dove for it and slid quickly into the second level...shooting right past a very surprised looking male cheetah. Unable to get his gun ready in time, the cheetah was gone before he even had time to react. As soon as his feet hit the ground Jizzal spun and opened fire on the pursuing cheetah...or would have, had there been anyone there. Glancing back up at the hole and seeing no one, Jizzal decided maybe it was best to take cover for a bit.
As Damien moved deeper into the complex he heard a sudden yelp and a long string of shots behind him. But why would Jizzal be shooting? They were the only ones here...or were they? Backtracking down to the large room he had just left, he caught sight of a long orange tail slip around a corner and a flurry of laser beams came shooting up through the hole in the floor. Waiting a few seconds he approached and glanced down. Nothing. Checking the way he had seen the tail, he nodded to himself and took off as quickly as he could without making much noise. If there was someone here he didn't know, he needed to find them and at least size up the competition...not to mention that if there was a 3rd player there might be another to make a pair...or even more.
Having taken cover behind a small wooden barricade, Jizzal shook his head and looked at his gun.
::Hits taken :Zero, Shots fired: Seventeen, Players encountered: Two::
Jizzal stared at the gun oddly. Two players? He'd only seen the one, and he had been lucky that his gun even picked the cheetah. But who could the second be? The guns only registered a player after you pointed your gun at them...Unless... Spinning around, Jizzal looked for whoever this mystery player could be. He must have pointed his gun at someone as he had been moving to cover, but that meant that he might not be alone right now. Taking a few steps out of his cover, he checked to his sides and then began to head to the ladder. Or at least he had planed to, until he felt the gun muzzle sink into his back.
"Hello skunk."...And three shots rang out...
Damien continued on after his quarry unsure of whom they might be but knowing that there was more than just he and Jizzal in here now. As he rounded the next corner he heard a soft clicking behind him and spun around to see the cheetah slinking closer to him, the cat having accidentally tapped his gun to the wall. Throwing himself around the corner Damien ran, glancing over his shoulder to see a flurry of shots fly after him just to be absorbed by the walls on either side of him. Spotting a room with odd curved walls, he ran in and froze. The room was a large curved mirror. The floor and ceiling both being curved reflective surfaces. The walls had no doors and there was a tall narrow beam just wide enough that Damien was relatively sure he could hide behind. Diving behind the beam, he glanced about and realized that he could see the cat in the ceiling's reflection, as well as hear his claws clicking on the smooth surface. Watching and waiting till the cat was but a foot away, Damien spun from behind his cover, leveled the gun with the cat's face, pulled the trigger and fired three hard bursts...through clean air.
Jizzal froze as the gun barrel pressed into his back and let out a startled whimper. Before he was able to turn he had heard the three shots and felt the vibration in his chest piece letting him know he had been hit. Sighing, the skunk let his gun slip from his fingers and clatter to the floor. "Damien you scared me to death," he said over the soft whirr of his vest's clasps and he flinched as they fell away. "So now what, foxalicous? Do you eat me?" he chuckled lightly and turned to face the fox and found nothing. Blinking he shook his head and laughed "Where did the foxy go?" he asked, jesting. Chuckling at the thought of maybe getting a chance to ambush Damien after the fox had shot him, he started to move again, and froze as warm breath washed over his neck Whirling around his sight was filled with rows of sharp teeth and a quivering throat. Then it all went black.
Damien couldn't believe what had just happened, even as he watched his shots race through where only moments ago the cheetah had stood and phase out against the wall of the hallway he had just left. He sighed and raised his arms over his head. The cheetah now stood in a crouched position with the muzzle of his gun buried in Damien's chest. Looking down, he shook his head, "You're really fast, kitty."
The cheetah grinned and shook his head, "Flattery will get you nowhere, fox. I won fair and square. The rules don't say I can't have a little fun with you first, though. So I think I will. Surrender to me." Damien rolled his head back. Great here he was, gun in the air, losing to a cat with an ego problem and plans on having his way with him. No way was he was letting that happen. Opening his eyes and trying to think of a way out of this, he noticed something. The ceiling was a mirror and as he looked along the barrel of his gun he saw the reflection of the top of the cat's head. Figuring there was nothing wrong in out-smarting a cat that seemed to have more on his mind on more than food anyhow, Damien pulled his trigger once again. This time a red beam seared through the air and sank into the top of the cheetah's head fading into his head fur. The cheetah flinched and quickly pulled his trigger, but was rewarded with two soft clicks. His gun no longer worked, a point strongly accented by soft whirring noises and the clatter of the cat's vest hitting the floor.
Jizzal let out a shocked yell as his face sank suddenly into a soft mouth. Trying to call out he grabbed at his assailant's fur and yelled down his throat, "Come on Damien, you could at least play with your food before you..." that's when he felt it. This fur was taller than Damien, and its fur was much more course than Damien's. Suddenly very concerned he began to fight but found his paws were pinned at his side. The attacker, whoever it was, wasted no time and Jizzal let out a surprised merf as two paws grabbed his rear and hefted him up. The larger fur's mouth stretching quickly over his head and shoulders. Finding no way to fight back, he squirmed and kicked his feet even though he'd seen his prey do it every time and he knew it never worked.
Damien grinned down at the cheetah who sat on the floor in front of him. The feline's face showed a nervous smile and the insides of his ears red with blush. "Just a game, right bud? No hard feelings, right?"
Damien smirked, "Yeah, sure," Extending a paw he nodded to the cat and smiled. The cheetah couldn't believe it. Reaching out, he took Damien's paw and pulled himself forward, just in time to gasp. Gripping the feline's paw Damien tugged him up and opened his mouth wide. Using the momentum from the pull he took the cat's face into his mouth and had only to gulp before his lips sealed on the back of his neck. The still kneeling cat began to fight right away, but from his position on the floor the only thing he could do was try to stand and he quickly realized that when he pushed up, Damien would swallow, this lesson being learned as his shoulders were suddenly encased in the foxes warm maw.
Jizzal squirmed and kicked as he felt his two strong paws lift him up into a hot slick mouth. His captor wasting no time in quickly drawing the skunk in and once his arms were held to his side Jizzal felt the paws on his rear slip free and rub over his face through the tightly stretched throat. As his face was rubbed, Jizzal felt a warm tongue snake out under him and lap over his belly, wetting his fur with warm, slick drool as the other fur continued to gulp him in. Unable to help himself, Jizzal murmured lightly at the exploring tongue and gasped as he suddenly felt his world invert. Realizing that he was now being held up in the air above his predator, he squirmed and tried to hold something as gravity's sudden pull made him sink deeper into the warm pulsing throat.
Damien murred at the soft taste of the cheetah's pelt. The golden-furred feline's taste filling his mouth with a sweet tang as his tongue lapped over the cat's fur. Not complaining at the odd flavor, but making a note to ask after the game as to whom he had been, Damien took another loud gulp. The cheetah kicked at the floor and his tail twitched in frustration at having been bested. All of this meant little to Damien as he continued to feed. Gripping the cat's sides in his paws, he lifted him up into his maw and swallowed, murmuring as the felines head bulged in his throat.
Jizzal still kicked his feet lightly, even now as his muzzle pressed through the tight ring into his captor stomach. As his head slipped through the ring, the hot air that washed over him reminded him of the all too familiar smell of digestion. As the ring stretched to accommodate his shoulders, Jizzal felt a surprising attention paid to his groin and gave a deep murr at his mystery assailant's teasing tongue. All around him Jizzal felt the others fur's body rock as his murr drew out a chuckle. Feeling more and more of his body quickly gulped in, he curled up against the stomach walls and nuzzled the soft flesh as his feet were finally swallowed, a loud gulp sealing Jizzal inside. His legs being quickly pulled in, Jizzal felt two strong paws pat him from outside, lulling him gently to sleep inside the now slowly churning stomach.
Working busily at his meal, Damien pulled the cheetah's chest into his mouth and swallowed. The feline kicked a little now but was too far gone for rescue. As the black fox's hands held the cat's arms to his sides, Damien worked his lips down over the cheetah's stomach and the elbows of his trapped arms. His paws held tight to his sides, the feline squirmed as his muzzle pressed tight against the orifice leading into Damien's stomach. With the next gulp, Damien felt his meal's head push through and murmured at his sudden burst of energy, the hot acidic air seeming to have given the cheetah a second wind, even as half his body was being slowing worked into Damien's stomach by the meticulous rhythm of his throat. Lifting his head back, Damien lifted the feline up over his head and swallowed once again, this time gravity helping to tug the squirming cat into his mouth. Reaching out with his tongue the fox lapped over the feline's fur as it slipped in, gulping loudly over the cat's stomach and then murmuring as his own squirms worked him deeper, only stopping as Damien's lips slipped over his thighs. Placing a paw on his stomach Damien rubbed the outline made by the feline's head and upper body, murmuring again as the cat squirmed at the attention and gulped once more. Feeling his knees glide into the warm depths of Damien's throat, the cheetah gave a loud cry from inside the fox's stomach as he was forced to curl up, hugging more and more of his arriving body into a ball. Closing his eyes, Damien sighed and lapped over the footpaws in his mouth before looking at the twitching tail tip that flicked at the end of his muzzle. Tilting his head back one last time, he gulped noisily and let out a loud sigh as the cheetah's body sagged out in his gut. Wrapping his paws around his distended gut, he rubbed over his meal and let out a loud belch.
"Mmmm, good kitty."
Gathering his and the cat's things together, Damien slowly made his way back toward the door through which he had entered. Moving carefully he paused to chuckle when he stumbled upon a matching black and white vest and gun that could only have been Jizzal's. Dropping the cheetah's things on top of Jizzal's he continued on. When he reached the door it opened without compliant and he walked slowly into the equipment room. Pressing the off button on his gun, Damien gave a satisfied sigh as the vest unlatched and fell from him, his stomach squirming lightly at the sudden release of stress and the cat inside giving a few kicks as he settled some more.
As he stretched and patted his gut, Damien was about to head for the door when he felt two paws on his shoulders and heard a familiar voice.
"There you are. I was looking for you, bud."
As Damien turned, he giggled at what he saw. There stood Nyn but not as he normally was. Instead his stomach was swollen and kicking lightly.
"Jizzal's just as tasty as ever," he said with a smirk, "How'd you fare?" he asked, his paws stroking over the skunk trapped inside him.
Damien grinned and rubbed his own belly, "Well, I can't say I've ever gained weight like this playing laser tag."
Nyn laughed and slipped an arm around Damien's neck. "Come on bud, let me take you upstairs to the viewing box, you can watch some of this match's footage while your buddy breaks down. Might be able to get you in on round three even...." Leading the black fox off to the elevator, Nyn rubbed Damien's belly and explained to him that more furs would be arriving any minute, "It's gonna be a good show. I guarantee it."
When the elevator doors opened, Damien blinked and looked around the nearly pitch black room. With a word from Nyn someone flipped on the lights and Damien squinted as he glanced around. Damien almost stepped back as a grey wolf jumped at him, but as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light he spotted the gold medallion on Forest Wolf's collar.
"Damien!" The grey wolf called as he smiled and waved.
"Hey FW! What's up?"
Forest Wolf shrugged and looked to Nyn before patting his belly, drawing Damien's eyes to the bulge there.
"FW here," Nyn said, "Won the first round of today's game."
"The first round?" Damien asked a bit confused.
"Yes, I'm having a little vore laser tag competition. FW took round one against a tiger, you won round two by eating the cheetah and now round three will be starting up soon."
Indicating to a pair of empty seats, Nyn sat down beside FW and Damien and had the shade raised. The room was suspended above the maze and now all along the room monitors flickered on with camera feeds.
"You two," His paw slipped to his occasionally squirming belly, "you too, Jizzal. Just sit back and enjoy, it promises to be quite a show."
Indicating to the arena door three stories below, two figures stepped into the room...completely unaware that only one would leave.