Rise of the Gamer, Fall of the Librarian
Contest Entry for Taiko Akito's https://www.sofurry.com/view/736945.
It was another boring day in Novus Ager for Samuel D'Leon. The young lion had been wandering the town, tuned into the police scanner as a side-channel to the music playing from his headphones. He bobbed his head, bare paws dancing across the cement, baggy camouflage cargo-pants covering his legs, his upper body dressed in a deep green hoodie.
He paused when he heard the skree of the police frequency. "Attention all free heroes; there appears to be a villainous attack going on at the Bank of the Three Suns. Every officer sent stops responding except for 'My responses are limited. You must ask the right question.' Please respond." Samuel smiled and pulled the headphones down.
"Oh good. I thought tonight would be completely boring..." He pulled out a mystical-looking bookmark and reached into the air; thousands of thousands of books, a different name on the spine of each, appearing in midair, all made of some glowing, ethereal energy. He grabbed one with the name of his hero alias, The Librarian, and pulled, the book solidifying into a physical book, which he opened and stuck the bookmark into.
He grinned as he closed the book and his wardrobe changed, the space around him flipping as though the pages of a book. A small set of glasses appeared on his nose, accompanied by a green mask over his eyes and muzzle. His costume replaced his clothing, a green costume with a yellow stripes from the inside and out of his wrists traveling over his torso and down to his ankles.. He grinned and ran down the sidewalk, putting the book in a hip holster, clipping it shut.
As he ran, Samuel thought about his powers, reviewing them for his first fight as an established super. He had been in a marketplace in another, less mutable city when he was stopped by an odd-looking vendor. They had somehow got to talking and it was mentioned he liked books, and the conversation turned to which books he liked and what kind of characters he enjoyed. The merchant had smiled and handed him an arcane-runed, seemingly glowing bookmark. When asked about payment, the merchant had said no more and had simply moved on, stating that Samuel "was the one he'd been looking for."
When Samuel was next reading one of his favorite books, he had been reading a story about a heroic knight who took on all who fought for evil. The knight, Sir Hawthorne, was definitely his favorite character of the series. When he closed the book however with his new bookmark in it, he found himself in a suit of armor, wielding a lance and spear, the book settled in a holster on the shield back. When he looked in the mirror, he realized he was almost an exact match for the knight from the book!
That was when he had discovered that the bookmark, when inserted into a book, allowed him to become the character he most admired in whichever book it was. As he was practicing, he later discovered that he could mimic whatever knowledge or skills they had as well, as long as he knew what they could do.
The Librarian skidded to a stop and looked up at the nearby street signs, seeing that he was still 10 blocks away from the Bank. "Alright, enough." The books appeared around him again and he reached out, grabbing another book titled "Reki the Feather Winged." It was about a tiger in a comic he read when he was younger who could grow wings at will. He pulled the bookmark from the current book and shut it in Reki's. His outfit changed again; black tiger stripes flowed over his tan fur as Egyptian style clothing replaced his suit. He shook himself, his tan schenti settling on his hips, the Eye of Ra holding it in place at his hip, his numerous jeweled and gilded armbands jangling, black khol lining his eyes as two hawk-feathered wings sprouted from his back.
He lept into the air, flapping his way towards the Bank, landing out front, the books already moving until he grabbed another; "Nor." He changed again, now dressed in what looked like a skintight suit that made his eyes look white while the rest of him was red and blue-mottled. He lept up to the doorway and peered inside.
There were the cops, over in the corner, standing in a group and randomly laughing with each other. The customers were cycling in and out of lines as the tellers spoke to them in nonsense and pointed them to one of the other lines. And there, in the middle of it all, was a dragon.
He was tall and big, a bit on the heavier side, wearing jeans and a shirt stretched tight over his bulk.' From what Samuel could see, the dragon had a mix of fat and muscle, mostly fat, and he stood in the middle of the lobby, pointing at different people and shouting instructions. "Your Bathroom Bar is full, go. You three, start talking." As he directed the people like a conductor, his yellow wings flicked, tail wagging happily; he was enjoying himself.
He continued for a while, and Samuel decided it was time to make his move. He snuck towards the villain. "And YOU!" Samuel froze in place, not because of the yell, but because a force had gripped his body. "Cancel Sneaking." He stood up straight, his tail lashing, but not much else moving. "Hmmm..." The dragon turned and smirked, showing that the front of his shirt read 'No Game, No Life.' "Oh look everyone. A hero character has come to save the day!"
Samuel blinked and gasped, something pushing his mind to the side. He struck a classical, cliche hero pose. "Who art thou, vi-"
"No, no, no..." Samuel stood stock straight again, his mind pushed well aside by whatever forces the villain controlled. "Modern, not middle ages."
Samuel took the hero pose again. "Who are you, villain?" The dragon grinned and bowed.
"Better. My name's The Gamer. And that's my power; I can turn areas into my personal game world. As you, ah..." He looked above Samuel's head. "... The Librarian. As you, Librarian, no doubt have noticed. You're part of MY game now. And I think it's time I get acquainted with our new character!"
He walked over and put two fingers against Samuel's head. "Huh. HUH. Oh, you ARE going to be fun." He grinned. "But, you know, I don't think you're much suited to a slice of life game... No, I think you're much better for an erotic sim!" He snapped his fingers and the bank... shifted.
Suddenly, everyone was in what appeared to be a Persian tent, soft silk overhead and pillows littering the ground. The women were dressed in sheer bellydancer outfits, the men in loincloths and thongs, while The Gamer himself was dressed in the robes and jewelry of a sheik. "And you... hm. Oh, I know! Access Book: Herculean Otter." When Samuel was done transforming, he was dressed in a tight feral-lion-fur loincloth, but was otherwise bare. He had also gained a half foot in height and nearly 50 pounds of muscle, making him look like an amateur body builder at 6'2" and 185 pounds..
His previously slim, flat belly was now cobbled with a six-pack of firm abs, his biceps and triceps big enough to show even through his now-brown fur The Gamer had Samuel turn slowly on the spot. "Now flex for me." Samuel couldn't help but flex, his firm ass cheeks moving the fabric as he flexed his legs and arms, his back a near-perfect v down to his hips, his legs bulging with veins and muscle.
"Mmm... Now lets see..." The gamer looked around the room, then gestured to one of the cops, a 6'8" crocodile man. "Oh Sherif Kayman. There's a new boy for you to train. Why don't you start with his mouth." Both the crocodile and lion moved together, the croc kneeling in front of Samuel and gently kneading over his groin and hips, his nose moving in to nuzzle the lion's sheath and balls. The loincloth was pulled down to reveal a healthy set of egg-sized balls on the 20-year-old and a 2" long sheath above it.
The Gamer's eyes widened and he smirked, laying back on a pile of cushions, his new jeweled-gold rings and armbands jangling as he fished a thick shaft from his robes and began to stroke. The croc nuzzled and slurped at Samuel's balls, making the two orbs bounce gently. Samuel just stood there until The Gamer waved his free hand; Samuels own hands gently rested on the crocodile's shoulders and he ground against his nose. His shaft poked free; it was a mixture of human and feral lion, standing 8" long, human shaped, but with three rows of little rubbery spines just under the head.
The crocodile licked over Samuel's shaft for a moment before The Gamer waved his hand again. "Do as you will." The crocodile murred and pulled the Librarian in, groping his rear before he poked a finger gently against his tailhole, making the muscular lion groan. He grabbed the crocodile's head and began to thrust, starting slow. As they both began to enjoy themselves, he slowly thrust faster, his furry balls tapping heavily against the scaley chin of the reptile giving him the best blowjob of his life.
He was so close to finishing, but The Gamer had other plans."Librarian; your turn." The croc stood up, pushing Samuel onto his knees whereupon the lion hesitantly leaned in and nuzzled over the crocodile's crotch; clearly he hadn't done this before, although he was eager to try. The Gamer smiled, his tiny ears flicking behind his swept-back horns as he licked his lips.
Samuel slowly pulled down the croc's loincloth and a 5" shaft flopped out over his muzzle, his nose tucked against the scaled balls before he began to lick. Slowly, the 5" grew out to 10", throbbing and leaking pre over Samuels muzzle. He began to skillfully mimic the crocodile's movements, his hands squeezing over green-scaled legs as his head bobbed over the thick, blood-red pre-fountain that was poking from the croc's groin. Whenever he reached the base, his tongue would dart out and slurp at his balls, making Kayman grunt, his balls jumping.
This continued for a few minutes before Kayman grabbed The Librarian's head and growled, his balls tight against his body as the lion was force-fed the crocodiles orgasm, thick, slippery seed sliding down into his belly. "Alright, Librarian, I think you get the gist. Come here and serve your Sheik." Samuel crawled over and gently licked up over the dragon's footlong shaft, looking up at him with ears swept back, eyes wide as he began to suck on the head, one paw on the shaft as the other slipped down to rub over The Gamer's balls. "Mmm... Next scene."
Samuel moaned as he slowly began to sink down on The Gamer's shaft, his length filling half of the lions muzzle with plenty still to go, his head slowly bobbing over the same section of shaft, a little gasp of pleasure rising every time he hit that halfway point. "Oooo... speak up, and go deeper.." The Librarian began moaning softly as he began to bob his head further, his throat gently stretching around the dragon's shaft, his hips lifting into the air, a grin gracing his muzzle.
The blowjob continued at that pace for a few minutes, the dragon leaking more and more pre into the muzzle of the muscular lion between his legs. After a while, he gritted his teeth and gasped. "T-turn around" The Librarian immediately moved off his shaft, stroking one hand over The Gamer's balls, the other stroking his shaft as the semi-rough tongue dragged over the underside of his shaft before he turned and pushed back.
The big, black shaft was trapped between two muscular ass cheeks before The Librarian was pulled back, his tailhole slowly stretching around the thick head. "MMmmmmm... Nice, an eager virgin. Your sheik is pleased." The lion began to bounce slowly up and down over the thick length invading his rear, the shaft easily sliding against his prostate, making his own shaft jump and spurt pre between The Gamer's feet. When The Librarian looked over his shoulder needfully, the dragon looked down and growled, his shaft throbbing as he came, long gouts of cum spraying into the lion's rear, leaking out after a minute and running down his balls slowly. After his orgasm died down, he closed his eyes and began to breath slowly, the silk walls of the tent flickering before the bank was returned to it's previous state, all the people inside restored as well.
The Librarian blinked, groaned, and pulled away, shaking his head, rubbing his rear as his tail curled between his legs. "Wh-what?! How did he..." He blushed as he realized what had happened. He pulled out the bookmark, changing to Ropemaster Flex, a mousey-looking version of himself summoning ropes from thin air to bind and gag the unconscious Gamer.
After being scanned by psionic superheroes, The Librarian was free to go. He handed The Gamer off to the police with a warning not to ungag him, then turned and began to walk away.
As he stepped, he hesitantly reached out into thin air, a book coalescing into being.
A book titled "The Gamer."
The lion blushed deeply, then opened the book and slowly slid his bookmark into place....