Dylan made his way home with a spring in his step. He couldn't believe how quick his recovery had been. Then again, he'd been off his foot for a while, maybe Reborn Venture was the nudge he needed to get back on his feet. It felt great to be back at the gym again, and he couldn't wait to hunt some humans.
The thought made him chuckle. He might have binged the game a little hard yesterday. He should really have a talk with Mike about him going back to work. It was about time he started pulling his weight with the rent.
The bracelet rubbed up against his arm. He still had an appointment in the game he needed to make. Work could come later.
As he walked home, Dylan couldn't help but imagine how easy it would be to hunt humans on a street like this. The lunch crowd was coming out, and he'd have his pick of who to fuck. There was a short barista up the street updating a sandwich board who'd make a good kobold. The men moving the fruit cart up the road into place would make good bugbears. The other guys out for a jog would make great orcs.
Then again, he wouldn't exactly have to hunt humans if they were just going to throw themselves at him like the guy at the gym. Charles would make a good goblin in King's army come to think of it. Dylan made a note to ask Mike if Reborn Venture had referral codes.
Speaking of which, where was he?
Dylan pushed the door to their apartment open, "Yo dude, where you at?" When he didn't get a response, he started checking the common rooms. The kitchen had been fleshly cleaned up from breakfast, maybe he had gone out on a jog of his own?
There was the sound of movement coming from somewhere though. Mike usually gave Dylan his space, but he curiously pushed open the door to his bedroom, "You in there?"
Peeking inside, it became immediately apparent that Mike had already logged into the game. He was sitting in his office chair wearing the chest piece, arm straps, leg straps, bracelet, and VR headset.
And nothing else.
"Oh wow." Someone had clearly learned from yesterday. His room made had put a towel down on the bottom of his desk chair, and even draped one on the floor in front of him. "Hey dude, I'm home. Can you hear me?" He waved his arm in the doorway.
When Dylan didn't get a response, he crept a bit further into the room. Whatever Mike was up to, he was clearly having a good time. His cock was pointed straight in the air, a bright pole of flesh in an otherwise sea of leg hair.
"Mike?" Dylan snapped his fingers, watching his friend lay in the chair. He seemed completely engrossed in the game.
Looking up at his friend's computer, Dylan was surprised to see a live feed from Mike's point of view. The satyr apparently had taken yesterday's defeat (as planned as it was) to heart, and was training in a small clearing in the forrest. He was practicing punching and grappling techniques on a set of wooden dummies, and then giving his hands a break by running through a small obstacle course.
Hopefully the clearing wouldn't be too hard to find. There were a few stumps there that Dylan could use for some ax practice.
He turned to go get logged in himself, then stopped.
Looking down at Mike one last time, he admired his friend's athletic build. He didn't hit the gym as much as Dylan, but he still seemed to be able to keep a peak runner's build. Dylan just had no idea Mike was this hairy. No wonder he picked the satyr class.
Dylan watched the screen, waiting for Mike to trot down a wooden balance beam. When his friend was halfway across, Dylan reached out and ran the tip of his finger along the underside of Mike's erect shaft.
Mike stumbled, but didn't fall. He quickly clopped to the end of the beam, then looked down at himself. Oh wow, he was training with an erection in the game too. Pff, satyrs. Mike gave his satyrhood a quick rub, trying to place where the phantom feeling had come from.
Apparently he wasn't 100% zoned out of real life. Dylan really should be going and getting his VR gear set up, but now he had an idea.