Pirated Entertainment VR - Chapter 4 - COMMENT HERE (Patreon)

Continuing the adventure of Vice Regent Amourres, you will see what she sees as the game goes on, and from there all of you get to chime in with input. Ask questions, suggest what Amourres should have her do next, etc - I will respond to your comments and integrate them into the next post! Consider Amourres' motivations if you're wondering what to do, and let's have fun with this together!

Written and illustrated by me

Cameo mouse-cow is VictorTheMaker who has been incredibly helpful in helping to edit the story!

Cameo by sloshy drake girl belongs to Lunoe! 

More cameo slots to open in the future <3

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I think it would be in Amourres’s best interest to explore the deeper part of the ship to hopefully find something of value, maybe untainted food or a item that will give her an edge on her opponents. As for the kegs of fluid, she should just avoid it for right now and save it as a last option; she already knows the food is spiked with additives, so the fluids could very possibly be spiked as well. - Sexybear911

That rat maid seems pretty at home around the ship. Maybe she knows something about the area that could be advantageous~ Might be worth trying to form an alliance - Victor Waite

The scene was thankfully fairly easy to take in; a bloated hyena, a panicking squirrel and a feeder rat maid. Amourres quickly made a note, the only person who didn’t seem distressed by the situation was the rat maid who looked like she had a job to do, and knew how to do it. Not that the hyena needed any assistance at this point, his bulbous stomach pushed gently against the table as he leaned forward, ravenously scrambling for whatever food he could reach. It would be scant minutes before he mounted the feasting table to pull himself towards his next meal but the Vice Regent did not suppose he would be able to stand under his own weight once the table was cleared. Certainly this did not concern her, his cocky demeanour and the ease with which he dismissed her earlier were at the forefront of her mind as she enjoyed his whining and groaning. Were the circumstances different she would probably stick around to watch him meet his immobile, wobbling demise, but she had a game to win and the scent of the food was still making her drool. She needed to remove herself from the situation.

There didn’t appear to be anything that looked particularly edible in the immediate proximity. Lights swung overhead as the faux ship rocked backwards and forwards in the simulated ocean. They lit up the kegs but the suspicious smell coming from them was enough to put Amourres on guard; eating or drinking anything in this room seemed like a mistake she was not going to make. She would have to go deeper into the ship if she wanted to find something edible, but one thing did catch her eye. The rat-hybrid maid was looking at her.

“And what might your name be?” Amourres asked, mustering the willpower to sound like she cared about the answer. It would be polite at least to pretend. If she were going to win the game after all, she would need allies more useful than the squirrel.

The rat girl’s grin was wide and sharp as she turned her body towards Amourres, stomach heaving like several kegs full of beer. “That’d be Vic,” she replied with a slight bow, probably the best she could manage at her weight. “And you, stowaway? I see you've helped yourself to the captain’s wardrobe.”

The raven paused for a moment, she knew she was wearing another person’s clothes, but had assumed them to be a prop. If this ‘captain’ were an actual person, and on the ship no less, there might be issues. Another problem for another time. “I am Vice Regent Amourres, press ganged into this silly little show on this silly little ship.”

She had more to say, but the rat’s suddenly irritated expression gave her reason enough to pause, “Silly little ship?” Vic asked, “I’m starting to see why you’re here.”

Diplomacy it seemed was not working out so well. Amourres cleared her throat, “What I meant to say is the circumstances of my being here are less than ideal. This is a fine... vessel.” This seemed to placate the rat, at least a little. “I was hoping you knew of a way off? Or perhaps,” she added, feeling her stomach rolling with hunger, “somewhere with food a little less addictive?”

“Oh yes,” Vic replied, her grin returning. “We keep this stuff out to get the newcomers, captain loves seeing ‘em all bloated and fattened. Loves to cow the cocky ones, get ‘em on leashes and the like. You can go below though if you’d like, there’s a proper larder down there, not ‘tainted’ or the like. Though why you’d ever pass up an opportunity to look like our new friend here is another question.” She gestured to the hyena, who was steadily becoming beached on his own stomach, lying on the table and scooping platters of greasy meats towards his mouth. Everyone in the room could see him expanding in real time, the weight piling onto his frame in inches, his once lithe frame completely buried beneath hundreds of newly formed pounds of blubber.

“As much as I might like to meet your captain,” Amourres replied with some diplomacy, keeping an eye on the growing hyena, “I intend to win the game, not fall victim to its first trap.”

“Whatever pleases you.” The rat replied with a cheeky smile, before helpfully pushing more platters towards the hyena. She kept an eye on Amourres as the raven started to head towards the stairs descending further into the ship.

Leaving the others behind, Amourres took the wooden stairs down into the ship slowly, after all she wasn’t acclimated to the simulated rocking of the deck. Down further into the ship the way was lit by lanterns which swung overhead, but it wasn’t the lanterns that got Amourres’ immediate attention. She had expected, taking the steps one at a time, to be greeted with more ship, more deck, the scent of rum and sweat which she was regrettably beginning to become accustomed to. Instead, while the left side of the deck remained present, and indeed home to what looked like larder spilling with foodstuffs, the entire right wall of the deck was almost completely absent, the view spilling into what looked to be some kind of underground cavern.

Finding herself on the bottom step, Amourres carefully surveyed her surroundings, one wing on the hilt of her recently acquired pistol. The raven assumed the larder was a large room but it wasn’t easy to tell, as sacks of foodstuffs; fruits, cured meats etc, had spilled into the doorway and were piled high around the edges. Various loafs of bread and bags of fruit had spilled along the left side of the deck, but on the right, the wooden ship’s interior gave way as though it had been split open. Jagged planks broken apart as one would expect in a shipwreck. The cavern beyond was dimly lit, a reflection of water cast upon its ceiling though Amourres herself could see no pool. It was small for a cavern, the size of one of her smaller waiting rooms back in her home planet’s mansion, though she conceded that to most those rooms would be fairly large. In the middle was some kind of pad, inlaid with golden patterns. While in the dim light she had first mistaken them as a rock of some kind, Amourres realised there was someone lying on the ground, given away by their gentle moaning and the roaming of their hands as they clutched themselves. Some kind of horned drake, or lizard like creature lay on her back, her belly jutting in the air like a beachball inflated with water, wobbling and jiggling as her hands caressed its smooth, scaled surface. Her breasts likewise, were much bigger than Amourres would have expected of someone who hadn’t been augmented, each nearly as large as the woman’s head and sloshing ever so faintly as she groped and fondled herself unabashedly. Discarded beside her was some kind of golden coin or medallion, which the vice regent could swear glowed, ever so softly. If the drake or lizard woman had seen Amourres, she gave no indication, her hands still gently tracing the wobbling curves of her body.

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Status: Healthy, Hungry (while it’s not what I would usually eat, there IS food present..)

Status Effects: n/a

Inventory: pirate garb

Weapons: elegant looking pistol with vine engraving

You See: a stuffed larder, a gold inlaid plate, a heavy stone door, a moaning and wobbling reptilian woman

Motivations: Food (I feel like my stomach is trying to eat the rest of me), Competition (Diplomacy doesn’t appear to be my strong suit with these ruffian types)

Exits: South (ramp leading upwards), East (heavy looking stone door, shut)