Chapter 61: The Game

LET ME TELL YOU about one of the most fun times I’ve ever had, just being normal playful me. You see, a few years ago, a game came out that kids played on their cell phones. I use the term ‘kids’ loosely, because I saw people of every age waving their phone around and throwing imaginary balls at imaginary creatures. The app used the camera on the phone to create the background and superimpose these creatures in your real-life environment. Then you could use features of the app to capture and train the creature.

We had enough commerce between Areola and the natural world that some of the citizens would come out of the satchel just to play for a while, then we’d all go back to Areola. I intended to just play with my own people, but things got complicated.

Half a dozen of the young women who wanted to play came out in a small city of about thirty thousand people with a couple of college campuses, which made the area perfect for creature catching. We had several cellphones we supplied for our people when they came into the natural world and all were equipped with the game.

I watched them play for a while and discovered several others as we walked through town and across campus who were all playing the game. Occasionally, we’d hear a cry of excitement as someone would yell, “By the streetlight over there!” and players would suddenly converge on the area trying to capture the creature that had been spotted. There was a lot of giggling and running around.

I got a bright idea and decided to have some fun of my own.

By this time, I knew that my look-away spell didn’t work on electronic devices. I’d been through enough airports and put the satchel through enough x-rays that it was pretty obvious. I slipped off where I was pretty sure I couldn’t be observed and changed into my full demon form with the horns and goat legs and hooves and ... I didn’t think about other things that were exposed. I cast a look-away spell on myself and went out to have some fun with my people.

I scampered down the block where they were playing and ran across the street in front of them.

“What was that?” one yelled. “Did you see it just run by?”

“It looked like Bob! I don’t see him anywhere.”

“What kind of creature is a Bob?” a nearby gamer asked my girls.

“Oh, um ... Over there! Standing in that doorway!” I was lounging casually near a building on campus. Suddenly, there were a dozen phones pointed my direction.

“I see it! I’m throwing.”

Of course, the net they used in the game was virtual and only snared virtual creatures. I took off running and had at least a dozen players chasing after me. I had only intended to play with my women, but once I was spotted through a camera lens, I was fair game for all.

There were boys playing the game as well as girls, but most of the players were female. The guys tended to be—I think the most common designation was ‘geeks.’ As far as I could tell, they were the smart ones. There were a lot of good-looking girls out there that they got to hang with.

We were having a great time! I could move faster and more agilely than the kids playing the game. A bunch would be chasing me and I’d slip around a corner and come out behind them. Eventually, someone would yell, “Where are you going? He’s over there!” and the flow of the chase would change directions.

We played for more than an hour and some of the kids had to get to class or to other meetings. A few of the hardcore gamers were on the prowl but I was easily avoiding them. It was about time for me to change back into my human form and collect my girls. I backed around a corner and tripped over a girl coming from the other direction. Of course, when a person comes in contact with an object protected by the look-away spell, they can see it. I was staring straight into the eyes of a very startled young woman. It was an anime moment as I discovered I had both her breasts in my hands and she slapped me hard!

“No, no! It was an accident. I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were there,” I explained.

“I tried to tell them you weren’t part of the game,” she said. “You smell good.” Her nose twitched.

“You can smell me?”

“Yeah. I caught the scent when we were chasing. I have a good nose.”

“You do, indeed.”

We heard the sound of players coming closer.

“I really need to get going.”

“In here,” she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the doorway.

“Where are we?” I asked. She kept a firm grip on me.

“Basement of the girls’ dorm.”

“I should probably not be in here.”

“No one can see you unless they’re pointing their camera at you. That’s how you fooled everyone into thinking you were part of the game.”

“Well, yes, but it was just for fun. My girlfriends are out there playing and I need to collect them and go home.”

“Hmm. More than one girlfriend? Where’s home?”

“Oh, it’s, um ... a ways from here.”

“I’ll bet. You don’t look like what I imagined a technologically advanced alien to look like. I’d guess you are from a different plane of existence. The physical manifestation of a thoroughly metaphysical creature,” she said.

“Uh ... You might say so.”

“Studying the correlation between metaphysics and physics is my aspiration. Can you show me this other world you come from?”

“Well ... Aren’t you scared? I’m a demon!”

“You smell good. I don’t mean just pleasant, but like a good being instead of an evil being. What do we need to do to go to your world?”

“Well...” She seemed to have answers for all her own questions.

“Okay, then. Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll head upstairs to my room. You call your girlfriends and have them come to room 270. If you need to change bodies or something, you can do it there. Come on.” She kept hold of my hand, having not let go since she slapped me for feeling her up. That feeling was very nice for a girl with a slight and short body like she appeared to have. “By the way, I’m Sally,” she said.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Bob.”

“Much better introduction than the first time. Though it did have its moments. That is a huge cock you had between my knees.”

“Yeah. Sorry about earlier.”

“Nothing you could do about that. You didn’t really have to start squeezing my boobs. Though, it wasn’t that bad. Does everyone in your dimension run around naked?”

“It’s an option.”

“Wow! That’s getting as much chatter out there as you just appearing and disappearing all the time. No one can believe the game would put a character in that was hung like that. You know, little kids play this, too.”

Great. There would be rumors abounding about the goat-legged creature with a huge dong running around campus. Then I realized that someone might have snapped a picture of me and moaned.

We got to her room and she started stripping.

“Wait! What?”

“Well, if it’s an option in your world, I’m in. Ow. I hate bras.”

Yes, the breasts she exposed lived up to all the expectations my hands had built up in me. I called the girls and gave them the instructions. Then I transformed.

“Wow! The human side lives up to the demon advertising,” Sally said.

“Thanks.” I reached in the satchel and grabbed some clothes. I distinctly heard Josie giggling.

“If we’re just crossing to your dimension, you don’t need to get dressed. I don’t mind.”

“Um ... the girls can all return to Areola, but I have to take the satchel someplace safe before I can join them.”

“Uh-oh. That’s going to be a problem. You’re like clearly visible now, even when I take my hands off you. You can’t just walk through a girls’ dormitory and out the door. I assume others could see you, too. And if you were back in your other shape, everyone out there with a game will be hunting for you. Hmm.”

“You seem very intent on solving problems. And it looks like you are all packed for a trip.”

“Oh, yeah. I was leaving today. End of term and I’m escaping the lecherous Professor Arnold. He promised to help me with my thesis if I stopped by his house this evening. I did some investigating and he’s a propredator. That’s a term I coined for my paper. It’s a professor who preys on innocent students to satisfy his perverted lusts. His thing is bondage and beating. No thank you.”

“How do you know I’m not a pervert?” I asked.

“Oh, I know you’re a pervert, but you’re not a predator. Like I said, you smell good. Professor Arnold smells evil. Three girls this year left school after private conferences with him. I suspect they were raped, but they wouldn’t speak to anyone. Apparently, he figures that showing up at his house is consent.”

“I think he might need a visit from a demon,” I growled. She looked at me speculatively. Just then there was a knock at the door and Sally let my five girlfriends in. They all stopped short when they saw she was naked.

“What could I do?” Sally said innocently. “I brought a naked demon into my room and suddenly, I was naked, too.”

They looked at me quizzically and then started laughing.

“Don’t worry. It happens all the time. A lot of girls have a spontaneous orgasm when they see Bob in his full demon glory. Are you one of us now?”

“I’m coming to your dimension with you.”

“Wait a minute. Did I say you could come to Areola?”

She looked down at her own bare nipples.

“I’m ready.”

“When people come to Areola, they stay there. Usually forever. Those who leave never mention it or talk about it. I try to never take anyone there who would—well, be missed in a bad way. By parents or children or friends and lovers.”

“Oh, no worry. My parents are crazier than I am. Can you believe they named me Salvadora after an artist?”

“That explains it. Sally, I mean.” I really meant that it explained how crazy she sounded.

“My bags are packed, so everyone is expecting me to walk out the door and leave school. My parents never expect me home after term. I’m not even sure where they’re traveling right now. The last I heard, they were trekking through Central Africa collecting native artwork. As to friends and lovers ... well, what you see is what you get. Let’s go!”

“We still have the problem of me getting out of here,” I said.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Dora said. She’d been with me for more than three thousand years and only rarely came out of Areola to play games. “Just transform yourself into her body. Pick up everything and walk out with us in the satchel.”

“Hmm. That might work,” I said. “Sally, how do you think your propredator would like a life-changing visit from a demon who looked just like you?”

“That wasn’t the way I was thinking of you having my body, but sure. What do I do?”

She was still standing in front of me stark naked, so it was easy to fix her image in my mind. I worked the transformation spell as she stared with an open mouth.

“Could I borrow your clothes?” I asked.

“Um ... Yeah. I don’t think I’m ever going to need them again,” she said handing me the clothes she’d just taken off. I dressed as Sally gave me the particulars about where her professor lived. I opened a gateway and all the girls went through into Areola. I hauled Sally’s big rolling suitcase behind me with her pack on my back and my satchel over my shoulder. Then I just walked out of her room, downstairs, and out the door.

Now here’s a little lesson about not making assumptions. Remember the old saying, “Assume makes an ass out of u and me”? Well, when I was in touch with Sally, I read her memories of the propredator and he was genuinely creepy and sinister. So, hauling her suitcase, backpack, and my satchel, I walked nearly a mile to his house and rang the bell. He seemed a little surprised to see me but invited me in.

“You said you had some material for my paper you’d help me with before I leave town.”

“Oh, yes, yes. Of course. I was surprised to see you carrying your suitcase. I was afraid you’d misinterpreted my invitation. But you are just packed and ready to leave campus, aren’t you? Bus to catch?”

“A friend is picking me up.”