As I landed at the bottom of the sewer, I looked up and saw Skwiik crawling down after me. I moved aside and the Grand-Master of the Verminous Assassinorum landed beside me making a small splash as she impacted the liquids that flowed beneath our feet. I silently thanked the guy who made my clothing for bothering to put in ‘useless’ passives, such as Auto-Clean, Scent-Eraser, Contaminant Immunity and Water-Proof. Skwiik grabbed my hand and tugged me down the winding tunnels. I could tell she intended to take me somewhere, but where would a being that never existed in this world want to take me?

“Where are we going? Do you have somewhere in mind? It’s not like you know this area…”

I tried to get clarification, but Skwiik merely pulled me harder as we began to go even deeper into the sewers. Finally, Skwiik stopped and motioned for me to keep quiet. She BAMF-ed out of existence, and a few moments later I heard the screams of men being cut down echoing from up ahead. After the shrieks faded, Skwiik slinked out of the darkness from in front of me and motioned for me to follow her. This time we were going far less quickly as she sauntered along, her hips popping with every step. Occasionally she would look try and sneakily back at me through her mask made of face, only to quickly turn back to face in front of her.

Finally, I had had enough. The questions that were filling my head were too any to ignore and I had to ask at least a few.

“Skwiik. You can talk.”

Skwiik turned around while walking backwards, seemingly knowing where her every step was falling. Her paws were held behind her back and her tail was wrapped around her waist like a belt.

“Of course Skwiik can talk. Everyone can talk. Silly Master-Husband! Did you think Skwiik was silent-mute?”

Ok. Stupid statement on my part.

“Not really. I had just never heard you speak Basic before.”

Skwiik giggled and from behind her face-mask I swore I saw a playful smile.

“Master-Husband jests! Skwiik is not speak-talking in nasty-icky Basic! Skwiik is speak-talking in Queekish! So is Master-Husband!”

Skwiik put her index finger to her chin and continued.

“Although, Master-Husband IS special-unique. Skwiik is glad to confirm that you do speak-talk every language at once! We were worried that you maybe-might not understand us. This is a good-good omen-sign!”

“We?”

Skwik laughed and turned around, her hands now on her hips as her tail reached towards my face, its tip caressing it as if it were a third hand.

“You’ll see. Everyone has been waiting for you for a great-long time.”

More questions filled my mind and I decided to ask just one more.

“Where are we going?”

Skwiik stopped in her tracks and took a long, thin spike made of Magicite from her actual belt. She held it in front of me for a while before jamming it into a crack in the wall. The sewers shuddered as the bricks in the wall began to shift with the visible traces of magic and, before long, the wall had opened up as the bricks had faded from reality altogether.

“Not going. Here.”

Skwiik made a ‘come here’ motion with her index finger as she walked through the opening in the wall. I followed her with growing trepidation as we moved down a hallway well-lit with magicite lamps, a far cry from the occasional flame sconce that burned in the sewers. Once we were far enough inside the hallway, the bricks moved back into place behind us as Skwiik’s ‘key’ flew over to her. She stowed the ‘key’ into a pouch on her belt and gestured for me to stop once again.

“Skwiik will go ahead and make sure there are no danger-threats. Stay. Put. And keep-keep your mask off and hood down. It could keep-keep you alive.”

With that, Skwiik bolted off down the hallway.

…

I had been waiting here for what felt like several hours. Rather than standing, I had decided to sit and had reclined against one side of the hallway. There was a rumble and the entryway to the sewers opened. I jumped to my feet and prepared to defend myself and came face-to-face with a wall of Rattan Warriors. Their haphazard mix of leather and chainmail, along with their weapons being those that were likely taken from the dead bodies of their foes led me to assume they were low-level, and thus easy enough to kill. I hoped my Taming abilities would help me avert potential conflict, but I was not going to risk getting killed if push came to shove.

The Rattan Warriors entered the hallway and then noticed me. We stared each other down for what felt like about five minutes before one of the Rattan, the one that was more well equipped than the others, pointed at me with its mouth wide open in shock.

“VERMIN-KING!”

I hastily turned around to face the threat they were talking about but saw nothing there.

“The Vermin-King! He is here-here!”

I turned and pointed towards myself, implying that I had no idea if they were talking about me or not. The Rattan Warriors began to cheer in their scratchy, raspy voices as they rushed over to me. I could not sense hostility from them, and even if they attacked me all at once they would barely be able to damage me before I beat them. Soon enough the mass of flea and sewage-covered rat-people had begun to dance around me and were obviously admiring me and my attire.

It was then that Skwiik returned, BAMF-ing into the middle of the miniature party. As she appeared, the rest of the mob of rat-men quickly fled away in abject fear. Skwiik made a mix of hissing and squeaking noises that I could not understand before grabbing my hands and pulling me close to herself.

“Skwiik is sorry for that. We hoped that your reveal would have been… more-more appropriate. But now…”

Skwiik rushed off after the fleeing Rattan Warriors and after a while she returned.

“Problem-issue dealt with. But no more risk-risks should be allowed-taken.”

She wrapped her arms and tail around me and pulled her face-covered face close to my neck.

Then there was the feeling of falling, followed and proceeded by the surroundings growing thick with black smoke. We ‘landed’, and Skwiik removed herself from me in a hurry. As the cloud of twisting black smoke faded, I beheld Skwiik, along with four other tall, feminine Rattan women.

Skwiik, the third tallest (1.98 meters tall), was on the far right, followed by a Rattan with steel-colored fur that was the second tallest at a little over 2.1 meters. An extremely tall pure-white Rattan roughly 2.45 meters tall, with a bust the size of some pumpkins was in the middle, then a brown and black colored one who was the shortest at 1.8 meters and finally the last of the five females was a Rattan with light brown fur with a height of 1.9 meters.

Rather than wearing anything, the four others were entirely naked and giving me looks one might attribute to a succubus. Skwiik quickly removed her clothes too, and as my head and eyes moved around, I now realized that I was in a large room that had hastily been converted into a ‘regal’ bedroom with a massive bed straight behind me. The other furniture that had likely once been in place was now pushed and piled away near the walls and my only hope of escape lay in the heavily reinforced door that was several dozen meters away. Over in one corner, there was the remains of a portal spell, and the remnants of mana from magic circle that had fused with the wall were more than enough to clue me in on the immeasurable power needed to make such a sigil.

My gaze at my surroundings shifted back to the white Rattan. The towering, snow-furred Rattan woman strutted forwards and walked around me, ravishing me with her eyes until she was once again in front of me. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a kiss, complete with tongue as her tail slipped out from behind her and began to worm its way into my pants. I tried to pull back, to even move or speak at all, but my movement and speech were locked by an incredibly powerful spell. As her tail made its way into my underwear and down to my groin, she pulled her lips away from mine and a playful, yet impressed smile crossed the face of the amazonian Rattan woman. She gazed back towards Skwiik and the other three and beckoned with her finger for them to approach.

The four smaller females quickly began to remove my clothes, layer by layer, until I was completely down to my underpants, with the tail of the white-furred Rattan still coiled around my cock. The white-haired one lifted her clawed foot and quickly pulled down my underwear, eliciting gasps from the other four that I assumed meant that they were impressed. Even the white-furred one seemed pleasantly surprised, and I could completely understand.

And yet, despite everything, I felt... well, I wasn't able to get it up at all. I mean, from a certain point of view they were certainly attractive, but it seemed that the limited raunchiness of the MMO affected me more than I had expected. Sure, you could have a massive dong, but sex was just right out, and so they never modeled it. As a result, while they were 'hot' I was essentially in a state of being perpetually asexual.

The create-a-character limits were practically non-existent, and so many players gave their male and even female characters massive… assets. I was no exception. I often asked myself how my character could even fit such a thing in his pants. However, seeing as how I had not noticed my massive girth before this moment, I assumed that it was just part of the game that somehow bled over into the New World.

I was only able to marvel at my own massive dong for a short period before the same magical force that had rendered me immobile and mute launched me backwards and onto a large bed. I was now free to move on my own, albeit barely, and I looked up only to see the five Rattan females approach with the intent to mate fully plastered all over their furry faces.

Well, they would be very likely to be upset when they realized that I was both as impotent as could reasonably be possible and that they would unable to get my first mate up and ready.