Just A Simulation

Odd, random things can happen when you're playing Neoquest II. Including taking a first shot at writing intercoursal literature between fictious characters.

I think I've already listed the suitable cautions, but as a reminder, this story details intercourse between characters, so you're underage/offended by any of the aforementioned themes/all of the above, kindly close this browser window.


Just A Simulation
A Neoquest II fanfiction


"It was nice of Ullistl to let us sleep in his house for the night, and without charge, too," remarked the yellow Blumaroo clad in iron ringmail. "That fight with the Leximp took out a lot more out of me than I'd imagined."

"I agree, Captain Rohane," nodded the blue Acara trainee wizard beside him. At least, 'trainee wizard' were what her robes indicated of her. In truth, she was the pilot of a spaceship, which was captained by her Blumaroo companion. Presently, their minds were inside a realistic simulation of Terror Mountain, while their actual bodies were locked inside the ship's simulation booths with no memory of how they had got there. They had undergone an arduous journey through the Meridell simulation, and neither had any answer to what had happened. The same went for the ship's computer which had as much responsive capability as a piece of Chewing Dung.

"...Right. We'd best get some rest, Mipsy," Rohane nodded, breaking the silence. "The sooner we can escape this simulation, the faster we can expect answers."

"Yes, but..." Mipsy pulled her wizard's hat down past her eyes, hoping that Rohane didn't notice the pink tint across her lightblue facial features. Silently, she pointed to the singular bed that lay in the corner of the small house.

"Mmhmm. I understand," mused Rohane. "I shall recline on the floor, then."

"No!" blurted Mipsy without thinking, then quickly added, "I... I mean, there's no need... it's awfully cold, and we both need our rest, so... I don't mind if we share," she mumbled.

"...Well, only if you're comfortable with it, Mipsy." Quietly, the two placed their weapons and potions on the nearby table, before bundling together under the blanket. The bed wasn't a tight fit, but it was rather difficult to turn about comfortably without a risk of falling off.

"This is rather comfy," Rohane commented. "But I don't really feel a lot warmer."

"Um, Captain... You might want to try..." Mipsy heard her voice grow softer as she meekly finished her sentence, "...removing your armour."

"Hm, you're right. Good thinking, Mipsy." Before she could say anything, Rohane had got out of bed, removed his ringmail and his leather shoes, before easing back under the covers. "Aaaaah," he couldn't help but sigh contentedly. "Thanks, Mipsy. This is a lot better. My feet feel much warmer now."

"Easy for you to say," mumbled Mipsy. "You actually wear shoes."

"I told you not to throw yours away," chided her captain. "We're trekking through barren snow now, not plains or castle stone."

"But they were stupid!" whined the pilot. "And pinching, too! My spacesuit's a lot better than this wizard garb!"

"Ha ha ha ha..." Rohane couldn't help but chuckle at his subordinate's behaviour. He hadn't laughed in a long while, what with being captain of a spaceship and all. It was a far cry from his usual no-nonsense, tactical personality. And soon Mipsy found that she couldn't help but laugh along with him.

Then, as abruptly as she had begun laughing, she stopped. Mipsy had realised just then how close her body was to her superior's. She could feel his warmth exuding from his form, mingling with the bed's but still carrying a somewhat signature glow along with it. And she was the only one around to share it. Sure, she had seen him in similarly sparse clothing; their spacesuits were barely anything more than a blue sleeping bag with limbs. But then again, they never had the need to share bunks. Sharing a room at an inn was one thing but sharing a bed was quite another.

With eyes wide open, Mipsy noticed that Rohane was matching her gaze, and at such proximity it was impossible to ignore the crimson aura that tinted his yellow complexion. From the heat she could feel exuding from her face, Mipsy could only guess that she was blushing even harder. Strange warmths had seeped into points all over her body, some which made her cheeks grow a deeper shade of pink, but also felt irritatingly good. Mipsy could imagine her body swarming with pleasure signals she was not used to, locking her muscles into her current embarrassing situation. Her mouth opened dumbly, but not even a stutter came out. Her usually enthusiastic and fiery self had become submissively weak.

And it might have stayed that way, until she fell asleep, had Rohane not moved his face forward and pressed his lips against hers.

The gesture, Mipsy noted before giving into the kiss, was rather awkward if earnest. Rohane's specie physiology meant that his nose got a lot in the way, bumping against her much smaller facial feature. Regardless, Mipsy soon found her forelimbs snaking behind Rohane's back to press him even closer to her, mirroring his arms that had now wrapped around her head, toying with her silken hair.

Minutes seemed to pass before the two broke for air, trailing saliva from their mouths as they panted. "Captain... I... Why..."

"Shhhh." Rohane pressed a finger onto Mipsy's mouth, quietening her passionate gasping as he whispered huskily into her two right ears. "Because I can tell you need -- and want this -- as much as I do..."

Leaning forward once more, Rohane kissed Mipsy a second time, sneaking his tongue into her mouth as a surprise manouvre. She yelped gently into the smooch at that, then started to caress his muscle with her own as Rohane reached down to pull her robes upwards along her body, affectionally squeezing Mipsy's soft behind a couple times. Mipsy moaned earnestly at her captain's advances, then arced back so Rohane could lift her garments past her head and arms. Tossing the robe aside, Rohane looked at his pilot's nubile body closely, as if routinely inspecting the ship's engine.

"Impressive," he remarked in mock seriousness, eliciting an uncontrollable giggle from Mipsy. "I'll have to take a closer look."

Gently, Rohane began to shift his body, such that he was lying above the Acara. Pinning her arms to the mattress, Rohane began to litter kisses all over Mipsy, leaving small deposits of spit as he moved down her chin and neck. Mipsy could only moan gently and twitch at Rohane's ministrations as small explosions of arousal spasmed through her restricted frame. She gasped audibly as Rohane located her breasts, which had sneakily emerged from the furs on her chest, in full view for the Blumaroo to see... and massage... and suck.

"Mmmm... Most excellent," Rohane continued speaking in his captain's voice as he kneaded her chest pillows between licking her nipples. "Your maintenance work is perfect as usual, pilot."

"Captain!" moaned Mipsy. She wasn't going to admit it, but she secretly enjoyed being worked like putty by her officer as she writhed helplessly beneath. The back of her head was pressed against the pillow as her spinal cord arced in pleasure, and her hands pawed spasmodically at the cotton sheets. "Please... continue... ahn!"

"Very well," nodded Rohane. "Oh, what's this?" Unable to resist a smirk, Rohane chuckled softly as he glanced at Mipsy's love tunnel, already dripping wet from anticipation. "You've been lax in your duties, pilot; this pipe is still clogged," he joked. "I suppose I'll have to clean it manually."

"...!" At once, Mipsy's paw flew to her mouth. The last thing she wanted was a group of Chias watching in as her captain ate her out, poking his tongue in all the right places, like a Grand Lightning Beam sending electric waves through her body each time it was used. Reflexively she began to press her lower torso upwards, bucking against his head, while her other paw barely managed to hold him in position.

"Wait," she suddenly gasped, mewling a little as Rohane paused his oral intercourse and looked up at her. "I want... to make you feel warmer, too..."

Nodding, Rohane peeled off his shirt, curled up on her body, then rotated himself such that both their carnal regions were staring straight into each other's faces. Feeling a hard bump press against her nose, Mipsy reached behind Rohane's rump and roughly pulled off his shorts, causing little Rohane to jut out and bean her on the cheek, leaving a splotch of fluid on her face. "Hey!" she pouted.

"Well, it was your idea," grinned Rohane, before reverting his attention to the Acara's canal. Mipsy squealed, then looked up at Rohane's seven inches.

"Oh, Captain..." she cooed, supporting Rohane's lower frame her paws and giving his rod a lick, causing him to grunt. While her fingers didn't allow her to handjob her captain easily, they still could lift his pelvis up and down, suspending his shaft for her to pleasure while giving her the opportunity to playfully squeeze Rohane's shapely behind. For a few minutes there was nothing but the sounds of grunting, groaning, sucking and squirting, as Rohane added his fingers to join his tongue inside Mipsy's leaking snatch while she sucked him off like a valve, wiping her smooth mouth muscle all over the length of his little brother.

And then, all at once, Mipsy felt her body erupt. She screamed with Rohane's pole in her mouth as the largest wave of pleasure washed over her, splashing out of her pussy in spurts of honeylike potion. Rohane continued to unclog his subordinate, then heaved as her orgasmic yelping brought his tool over the edge as well, ejecting capsules of his male milkshake down Mipsy's waiting throat. Mipsy dimly noted that her captain tasted of Shrimp and Lobster Platter as she hungrily gulped down the viscous essence. Being amphibian meant that Mipsy enjoyed delights of the sea as well as the land, and Rohane tasted like a delicious combination of both. The two continued to clean each other out, milking the remaining spurts of forbidden liquid, then looked up to gaze at their partner in a mixture of hazy lust and sheer euphoria.

"Your work seems fine," coughed Rohane after a while. "But I still can't seem to remove the source of clogging. I'm going to have to use the plunger." Nodding eagerly, Mipsy turned around, lifting her inviting crotch for easier access as Rohane got himself into position.

"Captain..." Mipsy groaned as Rohane inserted his tool, significantly stretching her internal walls. Rohane was rather sizeable, but she didn't expect him to be such a tight fit. Biting the pillow, Mipsy started bucking as Rohane eased in and out of her.

"Hrrrmph," Rohane grunted, holding his hand on Mipsy's shaking butt for support. "Nothing seems wrong with the fuel capacity... What seems to be the problem?"

"AANGH!" Mipsy could no longer contain herself as the captain began to accelerate his probing process. Relentlessly gripping the mattress as best she could, head flailing wildly in all directions, the Acara no longer cared if anyone could hear her moaning. Her pelvic region felt like Rohane's own magic wand had cast a Decimate spell over it, causing her senses to overheat. The sounds of fur slapping against fur only grew louder as their interjections did, echoing through the one-room cottage with excitement and passion.

"Hmmm... I think it's time I used the cleansing fluid!" Rohane tried to keep up the captain game, but his voice sounded significantly strained. "Uuungh!"

"Ohhh, captain!" squealed Mipsy unabashedly. "Hurry and set me on fire, please! Don't sto, sto... AHHHHHHHH!"

With one final, deep thrust, Mipsy felt her insides cringe, then deflate like a Big Bouncy Ball. Rohane tensed, then roared as Mipsy's orgasm activated his own retro-rockets. Tears of excruciating pleasure overflowed from Mipsy's tightly closed eyes as a combination of juices overflowed from her tightly clamped fuel pipe, staining the bedclothes and matting their fur along with the already present sweat. Softly withdrawing his weapon from her sheath, Rohane flipped Mipsy onto her back before engaging her in a passionate kiss to enjoy the afterglow. They continued to spend minutes gazing lovingly into each other's eyes, with happy looks of goofy yet beautiful enjoyment plastered on their faces.

"So..." Rohane murmured as he playfully twirled his pilot's hair, "You wanna go again?"

"Why not?" Mipsy laughed. "It's just a simulation, isn't it?"


How this idea popped into my head, I haven't the slightest clue. But I suppose that's how most fanfiction begins; on the spur of the moment. Neoquest II is a pretty decent game, if irritatingly slow. As much as I have read up on guides, I'm still a few steps away from completing Act 2 of said game, so it's entirely possible that I made some inaccuracies in writing the above.

Read and review, I suppose.