Dylan starts to walk off into the nearby woods. Mike staying by his side as the two new monsters hunt their human prey. Despite this all being some virtual reality game, it's so easy to control. Everything feels natural, as if the movements made are being physically done, rather than commanded with the device. The environment strikingly real, the two housemates almost able to feel the fresh air against their fur, and smell the bountiful nature around them.
"Fuuuuck bro, how'd they get this all looking so good?"
Mike asks his minotaur friend, Dylan placing a hand on a nearby tree. Feeling the rough wood on his beefy palm.
"It's pretty cool, isn't it? Our brains are being tricked to treat this all as real."
"For real? That's kinda sick."
"Yeah I know right! Don't know how they do it, but we'll feel it all. Even..."
Dylan licks his lips and reaches over. Grabbing the soft pink flesh that hides within Mike's sheath. Giving it a single stroke as the Satyr feels the motion, both in game and in life. A furred hand is stroking his dick, encouraging it to come out and play. Not just any furred hand, but Dylan's. Knowing that his brawny stud of a housemate is the one doing this excites Mike further. He hasn't felt the loving hand of his friend before, but now he has, and he wants more.
The happy satyr keeps walking alongside the minotaur. Having his junk rubbed as the two travel together, shoulder against shoulder as they still stay alert from their task. Sure, Dylan's giving his bud a handjob, but the two are still looking for humans. Ready to strike and pounce, and quickly finding some footprints. The minotaur stepping forward, the Satyrs dick still hard but no longer being stroked. Mike unable to tell if he's only hard in game or in real life, maybe both, maybe there isn't a difference. But his cock dies down as he kneels to examine the trail with his friend. Dylan tracing out the imprint, and making an estimate about their target.
"Looks like a single person. Big footprints too."
"I like my guys big."
Mike looks over the minotaur, ever since he chose satyr, his mind has been having trouble picturing anything that isn't sexual. Dylan giving a wink back, as his eyes go from step to step. Connecting the pathway for their new target, as the two men get ready to hunt.
"Alright, should be an easy one."
"Hell yeah! But uh, what're we going to do with him?"
"Uhhh. We're going to..."
The bracelets tighten again. Finishing off Dylan's sentence and implanting more needs within the men. They hunt humans, they make humans into monsters. Yes, that's it. Monsters are better than humans after all. So, all humans should be monsters. The two blink a few times, Dylan restarting his words.
"We're going to make him into a monster."
"Sick as! How do we do that?"
Another tightening. Memories of a primordial curse filling their mind. Humans will become monster if they are fucked by monsters. So, it's as easy as it can get. The two housemates starting to get hard, as they give the other a knowing look.
"Oh, you know how."
"Hehehe, guess I do bro, guess I do."
The two only have to walk for a few more minutes before the trail becomes fresh. They've seen no other monsters, animals, or even humans. But they're about to find their first. Going past the shrubbery, moving aside bushes and darting past trees. Finally seeing the smooth and lightly tanned skin of a human up ahead. Dylan and Mike overeager as they charge forward, calling out.
"HUMAN! HALT!"
The man stops and turns. He's only dressed in a loincloth, strap across his burly chest which holds a greataxe to his back. Features almost primitive with bushy brows and forehead slightly forward. Course blonde hairs covering his upper torso, he's clearly someone that started as a barbarian.
"What? The hell do you two want!"
He growls, grabbing his axe as the two monsters stop only a few feet from him. Dylan crossing his arms and giving a cheeky grin to the new man.
"Nothing much. Just to fuck you and make you into one of our friends. Right Mike?"
"Yep. He'll make a good bro!"
The human is shocked, struggling to reply to start.
"W-what the fuck! You forget we're playing a game or some shit? What's-"
Then he groans, clutching his arm and keeping his eyes shut. Stance going from nervous, to in pain, to brave.
"Good fucking luck! I'll be filling your asses when I'm done here!"
The monsters smirk, happy to see the human has gotten into the spirit of things. Mike's mind already working to undress this barbarian. He's a big guy, a bit over six foot. Lines of his cock visible underneath the loincloth. He has to be packing something huge, and that'd feel nice in his ass... but it'd be even nicer when he's a monster.
"Yeah bro, can't wait to have you in me!"
"AFTER, we beat your ass and make you into a monster."
"Yeah, after that!"
The barbarian matches the two's smirks. Resting the handle of his weapon on his shoulder.
"Then come on, but how about you fight me as a man? One on one?"