Myu, an equine anthro herm, had delved into just about everything that there was when it came to life. She lived long, she did many things. For a very, VERY brief period, the things the equine anthro made also included a video game, a popular video game of building your world, creating your character, and doing so many various things. It was the deep connecting world of Skyrim, combined with the creativity building of Minecraft, with a touch of countless professions a player could be, and do. The game could run on virtually any computer on high graphics, and for such a game to run so beautifully was called magic.



Indeed, Myu was a sorceress, a powerful sorceress who had enough magic to put into the game while it was being made. Truth be told, she knew absolutely nothing about designing games, let alone GOOD games, but magic made it work. She set up a website, a download page with payment, and let it go. Of course, there were people who pirated the game. Pirates were inevitable when it came to just about anything. Myu didn't do anything about these pirates though. Instead, she let the magic in her games do the work for her, as the magic could tell when it wasn't paid for. For the sheer fun of it, she made some recordings, and decided to post them to the public. Here are just a few of their stories...



Zack had just downloaded a new game called 'Furcraft', and was currently in the middle of installing it. Zack was a little chubby, but in his mid 20s with brown hair and glasses. He wasn't a huge fan of paying for a game, even $5 was simply too rich for his blood. Not to mention, it was a game about furry characters, the owner was obviously making a lot of money, there were so many reasons why he wanted to download it for free, that he just had to play it for free.



When the game installed, Zack started it up. The first thing he saw, was a terms of service agreement. With a casual roll of his eyes, he hit accept, and booted the game up. "I got the game for free, this crap doesn't apply to me." He spoke with unintentional rhyming. He booted up the game, and decided to pick a character. "Oh...what's this?" He noticed there was already a character in the menu screen. It looked like an equine anthro horse with a purple mage robe, and a large wooden staff that measured four feet tall. "What's this?" He noticed the character was level 999, which was strange when the max level was only 100. He thought maybe it was a way to discourage pirating, some games had things like that, but at the same time, it was an overpowered character all ready to play, how could he NOT try it out? He hovered his mouse over the character, and hit enter. As he did, he felt a static shock to his wrist, and he suddenly blacked out.



Zack slowly opened his eyes, and he was surrounded by darkness. He felt so strange too. One minute, he was playing a video game, and now he was in darkness. He had to wonder briefly if he was actually still even alive, as he didn't feel all quite 'there', he could move his eyes, but the only thing he could see surrounding his body was utter darkness. He couldn't move any other part of his body either. In fact, it felt as if his arms and legs were nowhere to be found, and he couldn't feel a torso either.



Just then, a light appeared above him, and a dainty hide covered hand reached in and grabbed him. The hand pulled him out, and he was soon face to face with that equine anthro he picked in the selection screen. He wasn't playing her though, it looked as if he was right in front of her, and her hide covered hands held his form entirely. He couldn't blink, he couldn't look away, and all he could do was just stare at those emerald eyes.



"I'll never understand why people pirate." She said aloud. "They only benefit themselves out of it in the end. It does no good for the world, only for them. It is quite selfish, is it not? Still, call me a hypocrite when I decide to pirate their soul into my game. I guess it's only fair if they pirate something of mine, I should pirate something of theirs." The horse turned Zack around, and allowed him to see the outside world, or rather, a view of what looked like a window to the real world. 



The world that Zack was in, while it still looked good, had a bit of a fake feel to it, even the equine character that held him. However, as he was pointed to the window, he saw his bedroom on the other side, and how massive it was compared to his frame. He saw his empty computer chair, and his empty bed not too far from it. He wasn't able to open his mouth to speak to her, he didn't even feel a mouth on his body, or even lungs to breathe air. He mentally questioned how he was still even alive at this point.



"I can tell you're confused. Do you have reflection enabled in the game?" the equine chuckled. "Of course you do. Here." She walked over to a lake, and while she continued to hold him with both hands, she leaned over the water to allow him to see his body.



What Zack ended up seeing was, not a human body, but the body of a brown book. Zack was a faceless brown book with a single tiny teardrop crystal in front. He could see his body, but he couldn't see his eyes that let him see his body. He would have screamed if he could have, it didn't make sense he was equipment, virtual equipment no less, being held by a virtual character, who could move around quite a lot on her own.



"I can tell you're frightened." The horse said, casually. "I pirated your soul into a book in the game." The equine opened him up, and glanced through his pages. "My, my, my...what secrets you have." She closed him right after a quick glance through his multiple pages. "It's a shame you're only worth plus one strength. As it is, you're a worthless piece of equipment, and your resell value is only twenty copper. I'd just vendor you off, but you are a green quality equipment item, and that does have some use."



Zack felt violated when he was opened. His body was being used in ways no other body should have been. He wondered if all of his life was in that book that he now was, but then he was called worthless, just a green quality item. He tried to think about what the horse meant by that, but then he soon realized exactly what she had planned to do. He wanted to shout no, he wanted to say he'd be a better person, and that he'd just buy her damn game, but with no mouth, he just could not speak.



"And I can feel the other emotions running wildly through you." The equine's dainty virtual hands brushed gently across Zack's front face. "But who cares. You're nothing but a virtual item now, an uncommon drop from a level one rat." She grinned as he began to glow. "And now," after a brief flash, and the sound of a 'clink' noise, he was no longer a book, but a pile of light blue dust. The transformation was swift and sudden, but disenchanting equipment was very rarely detailed in most video games. "You're nothing but dust. At least you have SOME use. Ten dust can enchant gear. Shame I'm too high a level for that to be of any use." 



Zack was shocked the transformation occurred so quickly. Then again, detailed transformation sequences in video games were often hard to come by. He now knew what a pile of dust felt like, as he was just that. He wondered what she was going to do with him. Was he going to be put in a virtual bank of sorts? Was he going to be put in storage permanently? Or enchanted on a weapon? What even happened to his soul if he was enchanted on a weapon? Maybe he'd become a weapon? It sounded like a better fate than being damn dust for eternity!



Just then, a confirmation screen popped up to ask the equine if she wanted to discard the dust. "Useless dust gets thrown away. I don't need you clogging up my inventory." The mouse hovered over the 'yes' button, and clicked on it.



Zack wanted to shout no, if he had a heart, it would have pounded heavily when he saw a popup box float in the air about deleting an item called 'common dust' which must have been what he was turned into. He could only stare helplessly as the yes button was clicked, and then, everything turned black. Zack wasn't exactly dead. Data couldn't outright die. Rather, data was deleted instead, and that was exactly what happened to him. He was in a state of darkness, never to come out of it. He had no thoughts, no way to see, smell, or feel, he was just complete emptiness, nothingness, gone.



Of course, not all people who pirated Myu's game were deserving of such torment. Some genuinely did not have the money, with no capability to earn that money. Maybe it was because they lived in another country with specifics on jobs, or maybe life played them a bad hand, whatever the case, even to pirate for said reasons, causes only the one pirating to benefit out of it. In a world where the general goal is to aid one another, to pirate, would not be doing any such things. In the end though, they paid, even if it wasn't with their soul, it could always be something else...



Jessica was another person who pirated. She didn't live in the US, but rather in Scotland. It didn't matter where a person lived when they lacked a job though, times were tough. It wasn't that she didn't try to find a job, she applied at a good five jobs a day. It was that she was terrible at interviews. She needed relief from the stress she got from trying to find a job, and trying to scrounge up the money she needed to live another day. She had a single laptop with her, and she used free Wi-Fi at her local coffee shop. It helped her find jobs, draw stuff in hopes to make even a dollar from it, and various other things. It wasn't exactly the best laptop, she spent about 140 British Pounds on it, about $200, but it did the things she needed to do.



One problem with Jessica's laptop was the lack of games it could play. Even when she wanted to relieve herself of stress, she found herself often just trying to play flash and HTML5 games, neither of which had a lot of good games. She had recently learned of a new video game that both looked amazing, and ran on almost any computer. She didn't exactly have the money for it though, so she pirated it instead. She was able to download it from a website that pirated many video games, one that didn't get shut down due to international laws, and to sue the website overseas wasn't worth the effort for most companies. People commented on how realistic the game looked, but she noticed that there wasn't any additional posts. She could see footage of it on popular video sites, but never any screenshots or videos on the website that pirated. Jessica just dismissed those thoughts, and downloaded the game.



Jessica brushed her long brown hair from her green eyes, and sighed while she waited for the download. She heard the game was big and amazing, surely it...she glanced back down at her computer to see that the download had already finished. With a raised brow, she clicked on the program, and the game started up, without even needing an installation. "This is too good to be true." She said to herself. Surely, the game couldn't run on her crappy computer, could it?



The screen went black briefly, before it went back to her desktop. At first, it looked as if the game had crashed, and it indeed wouldn't run. However, only moments after it went back to the desktop, a small virtual equine anthro appeared in the center. The anthro was probably 128 pixels big, and the anthro also had a purple dress around it. It was hard to make out any real details though, as the horse looked like an 8-bit creature.



A black box appeared at the bottom of her screen, and pushed her desktop up on top of it. White words appeared on the box, with a repeating high noise sound, as if to mimic talking. The box read 'You have a pretty crappy computer. At least you didn't pirate this on a college computer, like others I know did.'



"Shit..." Jessica muttered. She knew about anti-piracy methods that were put in games, but normally such methods were cracked hours after the game released. She tried CTRL, ALT, DELETE, but her computer didn't respond. She tried to pass it off as her computer being frozen, but when she tried to turn off her computer, the power button didn't even work. "I'll have to remove the battery."



What was so bizarre, was that Jessica could still move the mouse around, and she saw that 8-bit creature move too. She watched a rather poor animation of that 8-bit creature wag a finger, like an infamous Sega character. She still pulled the battery off from the back, and unplugged the cord. "Now it will HAVE to turn off." She spoke with confidence. Yet, when Jessica looked at the screen, it was unchanged. The screen didn't even go black. Now, she was beginning to get a bit scared. No computer should have had any power without a battery or plug in. No laptop, at least one she had, could ever stay on as this one was. "The fuck is happening?"



"You really should watch your language." A text box said on Jessica's computer. "But then again, you are using this at a strip club."



Jessica wanted to beg to differ, but before she could even open her mouth, the world around her grew fuzzy, everything but her, and the laptop. It looked as if she was trying to view the world through a mirror that was designed to be hazy. The world grew darker, and she could make out neon signs and lights around this new world. The fuzziness around her vanished, but as it did, a strip club came into view. She sat at one of the tables with the laptop in front of her, and strippers behind her. Jessica wanted to deny going to the strip club, but already, history itself had been changed, and she had memories of coming here for the Wi-Fi alone. Women got in the strip club without needing to wait after all. Deep down however, she knew these memories to be false. She stared at the computer, and shook her head. "W-what happened...I know I never visited a place like this before."



"Yet in this new history, you do every day. Don't mind me. You're pirating my stuff, so I'm just going to pirate your life in return." The box stated. Jessica's mouse moved around, and began to click on various files. "Not a lot of video games because of that tiny hard drive. Blech, I can relate. Let's expand it." Jessica's computer specs were displayed in front of her, and while she stared at the screen, the "MB" on the hard drive began to grow.



Jessica stared at the hard drive as the space expanded. She definitely couldn't complain about that, but she noticed a lot of the new hard drive space was already being occupied, largely by pictures and videos. She moved her mouse to the pictures folder to examine it, and instead of pictures she took for her school, she saw a ton of pornography. Her computer didn't discriminate when it came to porn. Men, women, both sexes, feet, hairy, fat, old, young, all different kinds of pictures and videos were being put onto her hard drive. What made it so much worse was that she could remember when she got so many of the photos. She remembered going to various iffy websites, saving so many pictures. Sure, it gave her a virus now and then, but she didn't have important data on the computer anyways.

"No!" Jessica wanted to deny it, she knew the new memories just weren't her own, yet she could only stare as her hard drive was now 2TB big, with pornography taking up 3/4ths of that space.



"Now, let's open up your profile." The text box stated. The mouse moved down, and opened up Jessica's job resume, the resume she used to try to get so many jobs before. "Oh my, you have such a detailed resume. Let's fluff it up a bit!" the mouse selected Jessica's address, and replaced it with another. "Let's move you there, instead."



Jessica had no idea what that address even was, but once it was entered in her profile, she suddenly knew. She lived in a tiny trailer park, specifically way in the back where the individual ones were, the tiny white ones that barely had electricity running through them. Her place was small before, but now it was so much worse. She tried pressing the mouse buttons. She tried rapidly typing anything on the keyboard to change it, but to no avail. The small trailer didn't even have cable television, and despite how poor of a condition she lived in, she couldn't live without her cable...which she had also pirated to get in the first place.



"Now your previous jobs, cashier, restock, boring." Myu selected all of her previous job history, and with the single press of the 'delete' button, any former job she had was gone, along with any history that she ever had one. "There. You don't need all of those skills anyways."



Jessica watched, she remembered working at those jobs, yet at the same time, she couldn't remember working at all. She spent her time just sitting in a trailer, watching television, through an antenna made out of a wire hanger, and she loathed wire hangers. She wanted to say that she was sorry, but she knew where she was at, and she didn't want to try to make a scene. She raised up her laptop, and slammed it onto the table. If she couldn't turn it off, maybe she could break it.



Unfortunately, the laptop refused to turn off, or even glitch. "You should really be nicer to your electronics." The box stated. The mouse on the computer scrolled down to skills, and with a highlight, and a click, the skills were gone. Jessica wasn't left without skills though, but the new skills that were typed in were 'Blowjobs' 'Anal' 'vaginal' 'excellent at pole dancing', and various other slut related skills.



Jessica shook her head as each skill was added, but with each skill, she could feel her body tingle. She was unaware of it, but the skills on her resume were now skills she excelled. Anything she tried to do, smash the screen with her fist, slam the computer up against the wall, nothing seemed to work. All she seemed to succeed at doing, was draw attention to her situation. She didn't care about the people that surrounded her though, she wanted this fixed. Some stupid virus was one thing, she was used to that, but not a virus that literally changed her entire life.



"You must love attention." The box said, the computer screen itself undamaged, even if keys on the keyboard flew everywhere from Jessica pounding on it. "Oh I know! Let's make this a resume for the strip club you take the laptop to!" The resume continued to make alterations, and as it made alterations, Jessica's clothing began to change. Her normal shirt shrank down into a slim bra with straps underneath her armpits, and over her shoulders. Her pants shrank into a black thong that showed off her camel toe and body. "And there's the outfit for the job."



Jessica stared down at her outfit, and then the people that had stared at her earlier from smashing her computer. She wondered if they noticed anything different, but nobody seemed to come up and ask her if she was okay, or if anything strange was going on. It was as if they didn't even know anything was out of the ordinary. "What do I have to do to make you stop this?" She asked in the small microphone.



"Too late now." The box answered. "Now, let's date this back a year." The resume simply stated a year ago, but as it did, something else happened in the world, something major, even if it looked as if nothing had truly changed.



Jessica knew far too well what new things had been done. She hadn't just sent an application here. She used her laptop here because...she WORKED here. She quickly developed memories of dancing on the pole in the front, while working in the back. She quickly developed a reputation for stripping while she wore, of all things, a skimpy pirate outfit, but when she wasn't on stage, she was using the company Wi-Fi for porn, and she damn well knew it. "I don't want this." She said quietly, ready to burst into tears. All she did was steal one game, and that one game made her into a complete whore, a stripper too.



"Oh don't worry, you're just upset because you remember your past life. Once I leave, that will be all gone, and you'll only remember your slutty one." The 8-bit Myu smirked at the girl. "You know, I hate humans in general. Even if you were an all-around decent person, I would have still fucked with your life. The difference now is that it's karma. What else can we do, I wonder?" The mouse scrolled through the resume, and it found a picture of her. "Why did you even put this on here?" the mouse clicked on the lips of the picture, and dragged them out. "Fake filled pouty lips. Every slut needs them."



Jessica put her picture on there to help identify herself for people. She recalled reading somewhere it helped her get a job, though she didn't quite remember how. Her history felt like a mixture of two people living different lives with some similarities. She could feel her lips grow and shift, big, fake, and pouty. She didn't know where she even got the money for them, and as she tried to remember, she remembered she really didn't have much money, but she bought them after her first year on the job as a stripper, it helped get her plenty more tips. She knew there was so little she could do to try to change herself back with the program. She had to think of something though. She grabbed a glass of water on the table, and dumped it onto the screen. Water always broke a computer, at least Jessica thought that it did.



"And those tits of yours are just so small." The screen said, ignoring her attempts to try to wreck the computer. The mouse grabbed one of the nipples, and pulled it out to F cups. "There. Nice and big. Shame they're not natural."



Jessica felt something grab at one of her nipples, and then she felt the tug. She reached up to try to stop the growth, but all it did was attract stares as she held those growing tits. Like with so many other changes, the people that saw her didn't notice anything strange about tits growing, just that she had a large chest, and her clothing grew to match. Normally, she wouldn't complain about bigger tits, but they perked up big and huge, and screamed fake with their size and feel. Jessica wanted to shout herself, but she knew it would do nothing. She felt so helpless, unable to do anything or fix anything with her body. Her lips, her tits, they were so full, and so fake.



"You almost look like you belong here. Let's inflate that ass of yours too." The program dragged the mouse down, and then pulled her ass in the same manner that it pulled out her tits.



Jessica saw that mouse move to her ass, and she reached down to grab her rear. She could feel her ass inflate like a balloon, and like her tits, no amount of holding she did would keep them down. Change by change, she looked as if she really did belong at the strip club as the program said. She had the huge lips, those giant tits, that huge ass, and she could feel how fake her ass was too. She had the memories of getting implants, and not being able to sit for a few days. It was all right though, because she was eventually able to...break it in, so to speak. She was a virgin, at least she remembered being one, but not in the new timeline that the program created for her.



"Let's make a few more changes, just to finish you up." The mouse on her computer went down to her crotch, but then it vanished after it went between her legs.



Jessica was confused when the mouse vanished so suddenly, but when she felt her crotch tingle and shift, she knew exactly where the mouse was. It felt as if something was inside of her very vagina, poking and prodding at her, stretching out her cunt, making her hornier so much easier, and making her feel so...used between her legs. She could recall the many times she had sex backstage now, and how worn her cunt, and even her ass, felt from it all. What made it worse, was that she could feel the mouse travel throughout her insides, and change her body. Her belly slimmed, her hips grew, and she developed an exaggerated hourglass shape. She reached up, and held onto her head. "S-stop, this is too much. All of this for a simple..." she was ready to cry. Her old life had been destroyed, she could feel a new whore one develop, one where she stripped for a job, and fucked behind for extra. It solved many money problems, but at the cost of her body, and dignity.



"One more adjustment to make, and we'll be all done here." The computer said, while the 8-bit equine grinned wickedly.



Jessica was confused as to what other changes could be made. Her belly was slim, her tits and ass were large, and she looked like a slut from top to bottom. What more could the program do? It was when she mentally asked herself that question, that she got her answer. She could feel her very head tingle, and her mind adjust. Memories of her past self were just deleted like a computer file. Everything from High School beyond was changed, as her real memories were deleted, and it left only the current history she was in. "S-stop. N-no." she truly did panic now, but with every deletion, her panic lessened. Her once decent High School grades became D's as she scrapped by some classes, and others into A's, but only because she fucked the teachers to get it. She dropped out of High School after she got her implants. It put her in debt, but her job as a stripper quickly paid it off. In fact, her job allowed her to get ass implants too, and lip injections. The job both on stage, and off stage, turned her into a complete slut, with not even an 11th grade education. As the last few changes were made, Jessica found herself more relaxed than panicked. 





As the final changes finished, the 8-bit equine gave a friendly wave, and then the computer program closed. Afterwards, the computer finally took in the damage Jessica did, and the computer shut down, never able to turn back on again with the motherboard so badly destroyed from the repeated slamming.



Jessica was ready to shout no. She opened her mouth in an O shape, but just as she did, she paused. Why was she going to scream? What was with this busted computer too, anyways? She rolled her eyes, and tossed it aside. She wasn't a damn nerd. She was a stripper, Jessica Jugs they called her, and she was going to put on a show of a lifetime. She left the stall, and walked on stage to do what she did for the past year. Once she was done with her perverted dance, she'd suck cock in the back.



There were multiple other stories of people who downloaded the game illegally, and how they changed so much that their lives became totally different, or in some cases, turned digitally, and often destroyed afterwards. In reality, the one who created the game didn't care that much if it was stolen or not, but the sorceress behind the game, just enjoyed using karma. Even those that purchased the game were given something that changed their lives in another manner entirely, but such stories are for another time.

