A hand reached out and gently touched the young bull's loaded rifle, pointing the tip down.
"Shhhh...Let's not turn this rape into a murder," the small tigress reasoned out loud in meatspace. Hearing his life was likely to be spared was no relief for Bāo Shuǎng, governor of The Lonely City. Instead, the words of the obnoxious cow rang much more true. He was doomed. Even in their shared virtuality, the black feathered rooster's avatar occasionally glitched and flickered with bottomless despair. Though they often hid their crying and tears in these shared spaces between their minds, nothing could stop that, and this became their own shows of feeling.
And any
Daqin could tell he felt well and truly doomed.
Even so, Shuǎng wondered how it had come to this. It had started with that cute chick of a merchant dueling him in a cunning game of words. It was against his better better judgement, letting her go beyond the city walls, wasn't it? Of course she was going to go missing, and then her companion and pet vixen came to bother him. But they just wouldn't take No for an answer. It was so frustrating! They were so unreasonable! They were going to die! Shuǎng remembered that feeling of just wanting to piss them off rising, and rising and rising...
Royama Dai, the pesky ex-human physician, could suck his dick for all he cared! Or better yet, she could bend over. And then there was that foul abomination that was Zhāng Wǔ. She was the bimbofied version of a kid's show character, and the breeder for that custom-line of
Chongwu for those gluttenous American weebs, wasn't she? In hindsight, telling her to get started on giving him one of those in exchange was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
How could he have known she was so loyal to that merchant?
Bāo Shuǎng remembered being stunned at first by that fresh, exotic, strawberry scent as she neared. Then he remembered being paralized with disbelief as he was eaten alive by her all-consuming mouth that refused to gag. And when it was far, far too late, finally pinned down helplessly by Wu's wide hips and oppressively soft, ample bosom. By then, her grip around him was inescapable. Surely, this was how the downfall of Bāo Shuǎng had begun?
No, he realized, looking back further. He remembered the laughter of his mother and father. He looked so silly, his mother had said, cradling him in her arms. He looked like he was a great package, satisfaction guranteed, his father laughed. The nurse laughed too, and suggested a name for their newborn boy.
Ah, yes. He was doomed.
"Whatever you want," he replied over Wu's bobbing ear. Shuǎng bowed his head in resignation in their virtuality.
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Note: Bāo Shuǎng (包爽) is a Chinese Pun meaning "Guranteed Satisfaction" (Regarding Sex)
