I was born to fap. Rather, I was born fapping.

When I exited my mother’s womb, when I took my first breath, when I cried for the first time and even when I fell asleep in my mother’s embrace…

I refused to let go of my dick.

It was then that my parents realized that I was destined for great things.

Greatly erotic things.

They tried their best to curb my perversions as all parents are wont to do.

They cut my allowance, they threw away my porn, they restricted my internet access…

They tried, they really did…

But my faith was stronger than theirs.

In the end, they resigned themselves to being the parents of a masturbation addict.

One day, as I was milking my snake for the fifth time that day, the first of the nuclear bombs that started the chain explosions that wiped out all life on earth dropped right on top of our house.

I died.

I was born fapping. I died fapping.

A samsara. A cycle.

Taken alone, each of these incidents might be enough to make a person a butt of sexual jokes throughout their lives.

But taken together, they created a miracle.

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When I woke up, I found myself naked in a forest.

It was a really weird forest.

Like really, really weird.

First of all, it was an odd mix of conifers, deciduous and rainforest.

For instance, I saw a snow-covered pine growing right beside a bonsai sequoia.

Then, the colours were totally off.

I’m sure leaves aren’t supposed to be hot pink.

If I removed my gaze from a particular patch of vegetation, the moment I turned back, it would change.

Trippy.

Psychedelic.

Like what I usually do when I’m stressed out, I reached down and began to stroke myself.

So, there I was in a forest straight out of a druggie’s dream, walking around naked while beating my stick.

…

I heard a rustling from behind me.

I turned around swiftly to find myself facing a girl with vines for hair, leafy wings and a tail that was actually a vine tipped with a leaf.

Welp, there’s a succubus-alarune hybrid if I ever saw one.

We stood there, two naked people.

One a fantasy creature of unearthly beauty, one a horny boy.

We stood there facing each other… and I masturbated.

More rustling.

One after the other, girls started appearing out of the woods as though they had been spirited there by magic.

They were all different.

Height, body type, hair colour, eye colour, skin colour…

Different.

Except for the common ground that they all had a pair of wings and a tail.

They stood there with dilated pupils and flaring noses as they watched me do what I do best…

Fap.

Then as one, they got down on all fours and crawled up to me, their eyes fixed on my dick.

If this was a wet dream, it was my best yet.

It seems that my imagination had upgraded when I hadn’t noticed.

I sped up my strokes as I felt my balls contract.

With a spike of pleasure that made my legs tremble, I shot my thick, hot load on the faces of the girls that were within an inch of my dick by that time.

They gasped in surprise at the suddenness of my climax, especially the alarune-succubus hybrid whose face was directly in the way of my cum when I shot.

She got the most of my cum on her face.

Her pink tongue darted out and licked a bit of the white stuff from her lips.

Closing her eyes, her face devolved into one of ecstasy.

The same for the other girls that had all put my semen in their mouths.

Suddenly they all woke from their blissful states and began tussling amongst each other for my cum.

It was super hot.

I just stood there dumbly and watched as several naked women with exotic and magical features wrestled each other for my cum.

My softening dick grew harder in my hand as I watched a girl, with pure white feathery wings and a white tail tipped with a bunch of feathers, lick some of my cum out of the navel of a girl with scarlet dragon horns, leathery black-red wings and a classic succubus tail.

Suddenly, the girls all froze and turned towards me in unison, startling me.

“Master.” “Lord.” “Saviour.”

They called out to me at once.

“Fuck us.”

…

Well, as this was a dream… definitely a dream.

I might as well grant their wishes.

At least I’d finally lose my virginity in my fantasies.

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「STOP!」

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out in the forest, bouncing off the trees and growing louder and louder until all I could hear was the voice.

All of us clapped our hands over our ears, groaning in pain.

Even then, I felt like a hammer was repeatedly rapping my brain.

I dropped to my knees.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sound tailed off, leaving a deafening silence behind.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I got to my feet.

Really, I wasn’t going to be so lucky.

This wasn’t a dream, rather a nightmare.

Tantalizing me with the promise of gratuitous sex before slamming the door in my face.

Looking around, I was surprised to see the Succubi were still there, slowly clambering to their feet.

I’d half expected them to vanish.

My eyes were drawn to the three that were closest to me… and had gotten the biggest share of my cum in their faces.

The leafy-succubus, the dragon-succubus and the feathery-succubus.

Now that I took a closer look at them, I realized that they fit the stereotypes of their respective bases almost perfectly.

The thing about alarunes, dryads, and their ilk was that they came in two versions:

The MILF and the tiny.

All the art I’d ever browsed for them either had a motherly woman with massive breasts, birthing hips and a gentle expression on her face.

Or, they had an underdeveloped body oozing innocence – preferably with flowers and whatnot in the frame to further accentuate this feature.

Well, I guess plants, nurture and innocence went well with each other…

This version in front of me seemed to be a sort of mashup of the two types –

Leaf (placeholder name) had the innocent face of a child, complete with baby-fat, and a body that would make mothers hide their sons.

Her hair was quite interesting – a curly mop that on closer scrutiny seemed to be made up of the twining tendrils that you’d see on climbing vines like peas and grapes. It was styled in a boyish bob that further drew attention to her face.

Her eyes were a beautiful green with subtle vein patterns running through them – like you’d see if you held a leaf up to sunlight. They were kinda blank right now, without any focus – as if she was staring at something in the distance.

The wings at her back were each made up of a single broad leaf that folded behind her back. Despite there being no wind, they swayed gently as though brushed by a breeze.

My eyes fell on her massive assets. Massive, gravity-defying assets. Things that made you wonder how she even managed to balance herself when she walked.

Well, I guess having wings would counterbalance it. Was that why all these Succubi were stacked?

An evolutionary advantage?

I shook my head internally. Searching for logic in a dream… yeah…

For all I knew, it could be push-up magic at work… or a No-Sag rune.

Going lower, she had a bit of fat on her. I wouldn’t call her chubby exactly, but she did have some heft to her…

Rubenesque. That was the word I was looking for.

A light green fuzz covered her privates looking like freshly mown grass. And below that, her thunder thighs…

I quite liked how detailed this dream was. I’d expected things to be more fuzzy and ever-changing like the trees around us.

For a brief instant, the thought that this might not be a dream rose in my mind.

I scoffed internally. It had to be.

Even though that voice had hurt?

My heart rate began to speed up…

Nah… just a very real dream. People have lucid dreams all the time. Yup. Just a dream… What else could it even be?

Having convinced myself, just as I was going to study the other girls, I felt someone push me hard from behind.

I stumbled, nearly face-planting but managed to stay upright.

When I tried to turn around to see who it was, a clawed hand grabbed the back of my neck in a vice-grip and began pushing me forward.

I tried to pry the hand off even as I tripped and stumbled through the undergrowth of the forest in the direction I was being shoved.

My captor growled and the claws dug into my neck. It fricking hurt.

I got the message.

Walk or die.

I decided to walk. Even if it was a dream, it still hurt.

From behind me, I heard the sound of multiple footsteps and feminine whispers. The Succubi were following us.

Hmm… were they taking me to their coven for some sort of fell demonic ritual?

And that loud voice… was it their Matriarch or something? Did she take an interest in me and had the girls bring me over?

Did the old cow want to eat the tender grass?

I guess I’d find out soon enough because the psychedelic forest thinned and opened out into a broad clearing that had a gigantic white tree in it.

The bark, the leaves… everything was milky white in colour and the trunk was hella broad.

It wasn’t that tall, the height of an average oak, but its gnarled trunk would need more than ten adults hugging it to circle its girth.

A dim mist wound around the entire clearing.

Feather-girl went forward, appearing in my line of sight, and placed her palm on the trunk. She chanted something under her breath and all the mist was sucked into the trunk.

A door opened in the trunk and warm yellow light spilled out of it.

The girl entered and following her, my captor frog-marched me through the entrance.

The interior of the room was broader than it should have been possible.

In fact, the dimensions were all wrong. It wasn’t circular like the tree trunk implied.

It was a really long hall with pillars lining both sides of the central walkway.

Torches in sconces, gleaming suits of armour (samurai armour – because that’s the coolest kind) and at the far end of the hall, a raised podium with a throne on it.

This was totally a royal audience chamber – albeit with a mashup of eastern and western elements like the xuan paper folding-screen behind the throne that had a Chinese-style ink painting on it.

Even the throne was more of an ornate sofa with a figure lying down lazily atop it.

..

…

It’s confirmed… this can’t be real. Because, I just saw the woman of my dreams.

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We all have one.

An ideal of beauty – all our fetishes rolled into one.

For some, it might be their favourite movie star, for others, it might be some character out of a book, comic or anime. And some people just like tentacles.

For me, though, it was easy. Someone had already created the character and the first time I saw her, I was smitten.

I’m not a picky guy about my fap material but if I had to pick one thing that would get me harder than any other… it’d be Ahri from League of Legends.

I’m a sucker for fox-girls and she is a nine-tailed monster fox with those thin foxy eyes, fluffy ears and those nine gorgeous tails. It’s no wonder I fell for her.

Any doujin, no matter how badly drawn, involving her as a character could get a rise out of me.

I also like the colour black.

The woman in front of me looked like Ahri in the flesh, except that she had jet-black hair instead of the original’s blonde and her tails too were phantoms composed of the darkest shadow, phasing through each other and the back of the sofa-throne as they waved languidly behind her as she lay on it.

I’ve always wondered how you’d fit more than one physical tail on a tailbone. There just isn’t enough space. Having the tails be energy constructs makes so much more sense. Just add the caveat that they are even fluffier than physical tails to the touch and there you have it.

The woman raised her upper body slowly, displaying her soul-stirring curves. She yawned and stretched lazily, nearly making her ample chest pop out of her loosely tied kimono. I saw a large swathe of fair skin and just a flash of pink before she lowered her arms and turned towards me.

Her half-lidded scarlet eyes locked onto me and I nearly jizzed my pants… though I wasn’t wearing any at the moment.

The lazy character archetype and the traditional courtesan getup. Each one an arrow into my heart.

When she spoke, her voice had a magnetic hoarseness that sent tingles up my spine. 10/10. She had been practically tailored to my tastes.

「Welcome…」 she said, her voice the same as the one that had reverberated through the forest. 「I am Erotica.」

My. What a curious name.

「Lena, you can let the boy go now…」

The grip on my neck was released and with a snort, Lena walked past me and took her place near one of the pillars.

Lena turned out to be the dragoness-succubus and she seemed miffed at me about something.

Why though? It wasn’t like I forced her to crawl up to me and stick her face near my dick.

Following her lead, the rest of the girls including Feather and Leaf (I need to learn what to call them) walked over to their respective pillars and stood at attention, leaving me facing their Queen (matriarch?) – Erotica.

There were twelve in total but before I could check them out, Erotica spoke again.

「Your world is dead.」

She seemed prone to sensationalistic statements.

「The entirety of the Earth has been destroyed by the chain explosion of all the nuclear bombs in the world. Some idiot pressed a red button and set off a large number of bombs. Another idiot was forced to retaliate and press his own red button. Then everyone and their mother was mashing doomsday buttons like it was the nitrous trigger in NFS.」

Ooo… a gamer… and racing games at that. She kept getting better and better.

「Not even cockroaches survived in most parts of the world. Only a few deep-sea creatures managed to maintain a feeble existence, but they will soon die in the coming nuclear winter. Basically, everyone is dead.」

Oh? Then I’m dead too? Is this supposed to be the ‘meet goddess, get cheat’ section of the plot?

As if reading my mind, Erotica answered.

「Yes. In a way, this is that section. I am a Goddess of sorts and I need you to champion my cause so I’ll be granting you your ‘cheat’ so you can assist me better.」

How… uninspired. I need a better imagination if even my dreams are going to be this cliché. Let me guess… the cheat will be one of the girls.

「The cheat will be a girl of your choice from among them.」

No, seriously? Ohh. Wait! I know. This is where I use the loophole in her wording and choose her!

Just as I was about to open my mouth, she added:

「Except me.」

Fuck. Mind reading is cheating.

“What’s the lore anyway?” I asked.

This dream seemed to be really interactive… let’s see what explanation it throws up.

「Souls exist… they just haven’t been detected yet.」

Right. It’d be souls this time around, huh?

Just like mana, ki, chakra and all that mystical stuff, it’s probably a plot device that allows authors to break science in their fics.

Erotica continued –

「Whenever any living organism dies, their souls disintegrate into aether and float up to join an undetected layer just above the stratosphere. Over the millions of years that life has existed – trilobites to humans –souls have added to the layer, making it thicker and thicker.」

「The more sentient the creature the stronger the soul – human souls are top quality.」

「Finally, with the population boom of humans, the layer finally crossed a critical point and turned into a Dreamland. Whenever you dream, you are actually travelling into the Dreamland and experiencing the scenery there.」

「Over the years, influenced by human imagination, the Dreamland has been differentiated into several sectors – or genres.」

「Fantasy. Horror. Sci-fi.」

A look of distaste appeared on her face.

「Romance.」

She pointed to herself.

「And finally, Erotica.」

「Oh, there were several other sub-genres like Mystery and Psychological for Horror. LitRPG and Cultivation for Fantasy. Space opera and Robot Rebellion for Sci-fi. But they all got absorbed into the main sectors.」

She clenched her teeth.

「Romance – that bitch – even had the gall to call me her offshoot. More like she is a branch of mine! And where did that arrogance get her in the end? Carved up by the three others like a piece of meat.」

Whoa! This was getting serious. The anger and sadness rolling off her was palpable.

「Anyway, because of the flashy suicide of humanity, dragging down the rest of the world’s flora and fauna, the Dreamland now lacks a source. And without a source we will wither away.

「We did get a huge influx of souls. If we use the aether from the souls, we can stabilize a single sector and make it permanent. Obviously, we couldn’t decide which one that should be. So, we set up a gambling house.」

「We each get to select a single champion from the incoming souls before they turn into aether and make them represent us in the competition. The winner will get the Holy Grail which contains all the aether gathered after the explosions.」

「You, boy, are my champion.」

I was slowly starting to get more and more nervous. Somehow, this seemed too real. Too detailed to be just a dream. There had to be some flaw that would prove this wasn’t real…

Reading about this kind of stuff was fun and all but actually living it wasn’t funny. I wasn’t ready to live a life full of danger.

“W-why me?! If this is so important, then why choose me?”

Erotica pointed at my crotch.

「Maybe, because you haven’t let go of your dick the entire time I was talking.」

I looked down. It was true. I still had my shaft clutched tightly in my fist like a lifeline. I couldn’t help it. This was stressful. And fapping was my coping mechanism.

I thought about letting go… but I didn’t feel like it.

Erotica quirked a brow when, even after it being pointed out, I didn’t take away my hand.

She shrugged.

「Anyway, more seriously, you were the horniest virgin I could find in the world. And if even the horniest virgin in the world can’t save the porn industry… then we are doomed.」

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I was mucking around in my old hard drive and I found this.

The concept I had for this was kinda like terror infinity where he gets sent on missions with one of his twelve partners to different genre worlds.

Here’s an example –

Partner: Leaf

Mission choices –

「Fantasy」 – Elven Forest

「Sci-fi」 – Biochemical Forest

「Horror」 – Putrefying forest

Mission objective –

Seduce the major female characters until the genre of the world changes to Erotica and it can be absorbed by the goddess.