Book 1: B6 [Non-Canon]: The Other Option

Name:The True Endgame Author:Ace_Arriande
Ryouta was given two options when he first made his character in Fantasy Tales Online. He could have made himself a male, or he could have made himself a female. Sure, there are technically a whole bunch of other genders he could have made himself since it is the future and all sorts of genders exist in it because of politically correct reasons, but it really came down to having one set of bodily features or the other set.

Or both, but not many people actually try that to discover it is possible.

“Of course you would choose this, Onii-… Onee-chan,” Saya says as she looks Fenrir’s body over.

Fenrir is just as tall as he normally would be, only he is a she and she has a much different shape to her body even if the height is the same.

With two large breasts sitting atop her chest, a slim waist with wide hips that lead down into thick thighs that leave no gap between them, and beautifully long white hair that reaches down almost to the backs of her knees, she is a total fox – well, wolf. She still has wolf ears and a wolf tail, after all.

“Please don’t do too many things to yourself while I’m stuck in your head. I don’t want to see your degeneracy, Onee-chan,” Saya pleads.

Fenrir looks at her little sister and smiles. “No promises,” Fenrir says.

Even her voice is feminine now.

Spawning, Oleander, and Bonekraka

Fenrir already regrets choosing to be a girl when she realizes that she spawns with literally nothing. She can use her hair to cover her breasts, crotch, and rear, but it still leaves very little to the imagination.

What’s even worse is discovering how much of a pain breasts are.

Every single step she takes results in an annoying bounce of her breasts. She thought that it was going to be awesome playing as a girl, but now that she’s actually doing it, she realizes that she’s stuck in first-person point-of-view, so it isn’t like she can check herself out as she runs! In other MMORPGs where she has played as girls before, she could at least use third-person cameras to check herself out while running around. That isn’t possible here. Instead, she gets to experience all of the annoyances of being a girl without any of the sexual excitement of looking at a hot wolf girl.

This game sucks already!

Her situation only grows worse when she sees Oleander and Bonekraka.

Oleander immediately looks disappointed in her. Rather than run up to her and tackle-hug her like he normally would, he just stares at Fenrir’s breasts in depressed disappointment. “Why?” he asks her.

“I – I wanted to try something new! Don’t judge me,” Fenrir explains. Her body movement as she talks just makes her assets jiggle and bounce even more.

How the heck do girls deal with these things?! They’re just so… big and in the way! And heavy! And they bounce everywhere! She fully expects to poke her eyes out in the middle of a fight if she has to do any intensive movements during it!

What is even worse is Bonekraka’s reaction to her.

Oleander is supposed to be the one getting excited by her and wanting to climb all over her. Instead, going by Bonekraka’s perverted expression and that grotesque, green thing between his legs, it is clear that the orc wants a taste of the wolf.

“I will kill you,” Fenrir threatens, crossing her arms over her chest to try and hide herself from him. Fortunately, she remembers that she has a tail which she can use to wrap around herself to cover both her rear and crotch.

Meeting Serra

Fenrir had to get some alone time away from the guys. Oleander is just… depressing to be around right now, and Bonekraka’s lewd stares send shivers up her spine. They aren’t the good kind of shivers, either.

She gets distracted from her task of finding some good protection to wear when she sees a beautiful pond for her to fish in.

First, she must craft herself a spear to go fishing with so that she isn’t just splashing around in the water trying to catch fish with her hands. Though, given how she’s a wolf, it may be the most appropriate thing for her to do.

Alas, she makes a spear out of a stick and a rock.

She turns around when she hears something behind her, figuring that it’s just a rabbit or one of the guys. Actually, if it’s one of them – well, if it’s Bonekraka, she should probably be worried.

Instead, it is a man that she does not recognize. He is petite and much shorter than she is, has short and silvery hair that hangs down to his neck, and is every bit as naked as she is.

The two stare into each other’s eyes.

This would normally be extremely embarrassing if the genders were swapped. Instead, the boy is just looking at something he is used to while Fenrir looks at something she is used to.

“Uhh, hey. What’s… up?” Fenrir asks.

The boy makes some signs with his hands before realizing what he’s doing. He blushes and turns away from her. “Is my voice… is – is it weird?” he asks her.

“Nah, it just sounds like a voice to me. By the way, I’m Fenrir.”

The boy turns back around. “I’m Serra.”

After they introduce themselves, Fenrir tries to make some armor made out of bark for each of them. It works great on Serra where it can just hang straight down over her chest and waist, but for Fenrir, it is not nearly as effective. The sheets of bark get bulged out by her breasts and hips too much to be effective. If anything, it just makes her somehow look even more erotic than before despite its main purpose being to cover her.

She also ends up fishing and cooking for Serra since she heard the boy’s stomach grumble. As long as he doesn’t act like Bonekraka was earlier, she doesn’t mind helping this boy out.

“Let me tell you, if you ever want to try being a girl, make yourself flat. These things are a huge pain in the ass – well, I guess they’re a pain in the chest instead. I bet girls get tons of back pain from these things in reality,” Fenrir explains to the boy as he more or less gropes himself out of frustration.

Serra looks down at his own chest. “I wouldn’t know,” he says and shrugs.

When the two of them meet up with Bonekraka and Oleander, it is Fenrir hiding herself behind Serra to protect his assets from Bonekraka. She ends up having to crouch down due to the height difference which just presses her breasts right into the back of Serra’s head.

Serra looks unbothered by this. He’s either gay or has the self-control of a god.

Meeting Cassiel

Fenrir is busy fishing by herself along a small stream that she has found when something happens that no girl ever wants to happen.

Somebody has taken a large, hard pole and thrust it right into her from behind without her consent!

Sure, it’s going through her abdomen instead of somewhere else, but Fenrir now knows what it feels like to suddenly be assaulted by hard poles being thrust in her.

She drops to her knees.

“Got you, you bitch! Too bad you’re too far from home to call for help!” a voice shouts from behind her. It is masculine yet soft despite the vulgar language and situation that they are in.

“This is what you get for trying to farm me for respawns! You think I was going to give in just because a village full of desperate women wanted to farm me? Die!” he shouts, withdrawing his pole from Fenrir’s behind and readying to thrust again.

Fenrir uses the opportunity to spin around, draw his sword, and slice the man’s shaft right in half!

“You bitch! I spent all my money on this!” he shouts.

The fight continues. No matter how desperately Fenrir tries to tell the pretty boy of an assaulter that he has the wrong girl, he just won’t listen to her.

Then, right before Fenrir is going to be finished off by the blond man intent on killing her, something comes to her defense!

Fenrir struggles to look at just what it is, but it eventually walks closely enough for her to get a good look at the small creature.

It looks to be made out of rock and in the shape of a puppy… but when she looks at the end of its snout, it looks like it has… a mustache made out of rock?

Fenrir’s brave defense of the rock-like, mustachioed puppy manages to still her opponent’s blade.

She learns that her opponent is a man named Cassiel, and he bears a grudge against the village that Fenrir has stolen some clothes and leather armor from. Cassiel thought that Fenrir was with them because of their logo on her—

Ryouta’s eyes shoot open. He’s covered in sweat.

“What just… what? That – that was a dream, right?” he asks, looking down at his chest. There aren’t two giant orbs hanging from it.

Just to be safe, he slips on his virtual reality headset and immerses himself in the game.

He is Fenrir once again, but fortunately, he is the male version of Fenrir.

Everything is right in the world.

Though, now he really wants to get Rock a mustache.