Miniature Garden

Sticking it straight in would be a waste.

I drove my index finger deep into the onahole's pussy. Warm, slick vaginal walls clenched around the digit.

I worked my finger slowly, kneading those walls.

This was an onahole identical to the real thing. Which meant the erogenous zones inside the pussy were identical to the real Marie Antoinette's as well.

G-spot's… right here. Oh. Jabbing the G-spot makes her pussy clamp down even harder.

I kept moving my finger, reading the minute responses of the vaginal walls, hunting for every sensitive spot.

G-spot's definitely a weak point… and she seems to like it when I rub the right wall.

I thumbed the onahole's stiff, erect clitoris. The reaction was excellent. The walls squeezed tight.

Clit's an erogenous zone too.

I brushed the anus with my pinky. There was a faint response, but nothing that felt like a true erogenous zone.

Anus I could develop in a week easy…

That was for a normal human woman. This was an onahole. I could lube it up and fuck the ass, sure, but developing erogenous zones was impossible.

Squelch, squelch.

I added my middle finger alongside the index. The onahole made wet, sticky sounds. More fluids welled up. Then the walls tensed and began contracting hard.

An onahole that orgasms… Heh. Never gets old. They really nailed this perfectly.

I didn't stop. I kept working my fingers, parted my lips, and lightly bit down on the erect clitoris. The onahole pussy's reaction grew even more violent.

Spurt! Fsssh, fsssh-spurt!

Love juices gushed from the onahole. Of course I didn't stop—I kept plunging my fingers into that pussy.

I need to know the limit. Every onahole has a different one.

After relentless finger-work, I found Marie Antoinette's onahole's limit. The method was simple. The pussy twitched, then clear urine poured from the urethra. Just like the love juices, it was real urine.

An onahole wetting itself… Always funny and entertaining. Any more than this and it'd actually break.

I checked the time.

Eleven minutes.

Compared to Yang Guifei lasting seventeen and Hwang Jini twenty-one, it felt a little too quick.

Well, not that that's a bad thing.

I set Marie Antoinette's onahole on the desk and cleaned the filthy floor. Three minutes later I looked at it again. The onahole had returned to a spotless state, as if nothing had happened.

When I touched the pussy, it was dry. The soaked pubic hair was pristine again.

I started fondling the onahole's pussy once more. Fluids began seeping from the hole, and this time I shoved my cock into it.

Warm pussy clenched tight around my dick. The way the juices leaked and the way the pussy reacted to every sudden movement delivered the full sensation of fucking a real woman.

Nice. Especially how deep this pussy is. I like that.

Squelch, squelch.

One of an onahole's advantages: no need to move your hips—just pump it up and down with your hands. I jacked off at my leisure, and when the urge to cum surged up, I unloaded straight into the onahole. After shooting twice, I left it sheathed on my cock.

Even without gripping and moving it, the vaginal walls wriggled and squeezed my dick. Another advantage of these hyper-realistic onaholes.

Alright, time for another random draw. Today's already given me onahole series drops, so the vibes are excellent. Let's burn an extra two hundred points.

For the record, dildos existed too.

That goddamn Casanova's Dildo had dropped once.

The second I saw it my mood soured and I chucked it in the trash. Whatever effect it had… I didn't even want to imagine.

Just recalling it now was starting to tank my mood. I cut the thought short and shouted.

"Let's go!!"

My finger tapped lightly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠across the smartphone screen.

A festival of junk began.

And then, cutting through that stream, a jackpot hit.

"A new onahole! I knew today was a good day!"

"What…?"

I rubbed both eyes with my hands and read the onahole's info again.

"…King Arthur's pussy? King Arthur was a man. How can a man have a pussy? Wait—was King Arthur transgender?!"

I reeled in extreme confusion, then a thought flashed through my mind and I snapped my fingers. It was simple.

"King Arthur was a woman all along."

That was the historical truth.

Anyone who thought King Arthur was a man was a complete idiot and a moron.

"I saw people online saying King Arthur was Black… but looking at this onahole, she's white."

Honestly, the internet was full of morons who didn't even know historical truth.

While enjoying Marie Antoinette's pussy, I examined King Arthur's. Being the age-fifteen version, it was on the small side. The pink labia minora were pressed shut, and golden pubic hair grew lightly across the mound.

…The hair's way too short. Not even a millimeter… It's annoying. Feels like someone stuck pencil lead in there.

Longer hair or none at all would have been better. This half-assed middle ground was hard to tolerate. Leaving it alone wouldn't make it grow either.

I fretted, then brought over a razor and shaved it clean.

Damaging a collection piece isn't ideal… but I can't stand this half-measure.

I set King Arthur's pussy aside and focused on Marie Antoinette's. I was in the mood to cum again.

…Oh, that's good. One more time.

After shooting once more, I turned my gaze to King ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Arthur's pussy.

I began exploring and enjoying King Arthur's pussy onahole. The tight pussy was quite satisfying. It had the solid, meaty fullness of stew meat in a pot.

Today I learned historical truth…. If word gets out that King Arthur was a woman, Britain will flip upside down.

Britain, which still held Excalibur, might try to deny reality.

Doesn't matter. Historical truth doesn't disappear.

I posted on a suitable community that King Arthur ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was a white woman. But these bastards wouldn't believe the truth even when I handed it to them.

"Idiots."

After cursing the ignorant masses, I grabbed King Arthur's pussy onahole.

"Huh?"

The King Arthur pussy I'd shaved smooth about five minutes ago had grown hair again.

The hair grows back? For real. Then I can shave every other onahole clean and still enjoy them. Good to know.

With King Arthur's pussy onahole still sheathed on my cock, I went back to random draws.

Maybe my luck had run dry. A hundred points of consecutive duds followed.

Points evaporated meaninglessly, but I stayed relaxed. Just adding two onaholes to the collection was satisfaction enough.

Then, near the end, another jackpot hit.

The Miniature Garden was a square box. The top was open. It wasn't particularly tall—about five centimeters.

I turned the box over in my hands.

Size of a Monopoly board. Is this the power button?

I pressed a round button that looked like a power switch.

Light bloomed from the box.

I hesitated.

A three-million-point item. Use it here?

…It's single-use, so I should be careful… but isn't the whole point ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the Miniature Garden my entertainment? Let's try it.

I pressed Yes.

A World Overflowing with Zombies.

I'd heard the name before. Still, I couldn't quite place it. I searched the title online.

A short film! And the protagonist commits suicide at the end.

The protagonist of A World Overflowing with Zombies was the sole survivor. He puttered around doing this and that until, in the end, he killed himself. What mattered in that short film wasn't the suicide—it was the this-and-that. The last survivor repeated insane acts. Among them was a scene of him having sex with a female zombie. A World Overflowing with Zombies was a short film that showed the madness of a human left alone in a ruined world.

Burn those precious points? This… if it were a game, it'd be like endgame whale content, wouldn't it?

I poked around the Miniature Garden's various controls.

So that's how it works.

Pause and fast-forward were free.

I looked down at the Miniature Garden. The avatar inside was me. Me without any powers. Me left alone in a world where humanity had fallen, without the Play Life App.

The avatar shuffled out of the house in slippers. Zombies wandered right outside. But the zombies paid the avatar no mind. They ignored him and shambled along.

"Fuck. Get out of the way."

The avatar clicked his tongue and kicked a passing zombie in the ass. The zombie toppled and flailed on the ground, then got back up and shambled on. It didn't register the avatar's existence at all.

Same as the movie protagonist. The immune protagonist never got attacked by zombies. That's how he survived to the end.

"You piece of shit!!"

Whatever had pissed him off, the avatar knocked the zombie down again and swung his fists. When he punched the zombie's head, a cut opened on the avatar's knuckles. The zombie's teeth had torn the skin.

Normally that would mean infection, but the avatar was immune.

"Hah, hah. Acting tough over nothing. …Fuck."

Having turned one zombie into a lump of meat, the avatar stood up. He walked a road littered with abandoned cars and entered a supermarket.

"Why the hell is ramen's shelf life so short? This is bullshit."

The avatar lived with curses hanging off his tongue. He talked to himself constantly. The reason was easy to guess.

"Bamboo shoot cans? What kind of garbage is this."

He kicked the bamboo shoot cans aside and cracked open a can of corn.

After that he wandered the roads without purpose. If a zombie annoyed him, he beat it. He broke into houses and stole jewelry. He played with the jewelry for a while, then got bored and started decorating passing zombies with it.

"Heh. Treasure zombie."

Despite the laugh, his face screamed pure boredom.

He wandered the roads again. When sleepy he ducked into somewhere with a bed and slept; when bored he walked outside. He had no fixed home.

"Ooooh. This one's pretty decent? Nice face, big tits… ass is nice and round too. Missing a left arm and you can see brain through the back of her head, but… this is my type."

He knocked a female zombie down and stripped her. Right there on the spot, he raped the zombie.

"Not bad, but… no arm and no back of the head is a bit much. You're out."

After dumping his load into the female zombie, he returned two days later to his actual residence. Five female zombies were in his room. Each wore sexy lingerie and shambled around the house. All of them were beauties in good condition.

"I'm home, beauties!"

The avatar got hard and charged the zombies. The so-called wild sex party was pitiful—just an avatar shoving his cock into cold, stiff pussies.

Nothing special. Time to fast-forward.

Roughly thirty days passed.

The avatar jumped off a building rooftop and killed himself.

The Miniature Garden crumbled to ash and vanished.