Elven Reality.

Jake was obsessed with World of Warcraft. Ok not obsessed...maybe a little. But he had an excuse, he was in a top end guild working on world first level raiding progression. His blood elf warrior Alana was a force to be reckoned with. He did the best damage in the raids with her and everyone whispered him when he walked through major cities. He was a star in the game.

In real life he was nothing special. Just a guy who worked at a restaurant waiting tables. He had a small circle of friends and they all played WoW with him. It was like in the virtual world he was awesome, but in real life it was just a disappointment.

Then one night everything changed. He had left the game on in order to have his automatic program gather fish for him. It was the best way to farm cooking mats for raids to do it while he slept.

At some point during the night though a heavy thump on the floor jerked him awake. He glanced at the computer and saw the computer screen was on, but the screen was a blank white. In the light of the screen he saw a large shadow in the room. A person.

His pulse began to race and he panicked, thinking he was being robbed. He scrambled up and clicked on the light to see who it was in his room. That's when he saw her.

Alanna.

"Holy shit!"
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He could hear her mutter in a strange language, most likely Thalassian or some kind of variation of it. She bumped her knee into the edge of his closet as she had exitted from his computer.

"Holy shit!" He said, causing her to jump up in surprise, which in turn exposed her fully to the light in the bedroom. She looked around hastily, trying to get her bearings. "Ehh... I'm not in Azeroth anymore, am I?.." She asked to seemingly nobody, though since he was the only other person in the room, it might just as well be addressed to him.

As she stood up, he could fully see her posture. Her nearly 6,5 feet long, slender body, the pointed ears poking out of her long blonde ponytail. And the disturbing lack of clothing covering her legs and midsection.

"Are you.. who I think you are?" Her voice brought him back to reality as she looked at him with curiosity.

Jake could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He had to be dreaming, because it didn't make any sense. It could have been a practical joke by one of his buddies, but how in the world could they have made him computer look shorted out, and get a woman to dress up as his WoW character?

She looked at him and asked him if he was who she thought she was and the seductive tone of her voice made him shiver despite his fear. He tensed a little because of it and draw the blankets tight against himself as if they could shield him from her blade.

He opened his mouth to reply but only a rasp came out. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then swallowed a few times. When he opened his mouth again his voice was almost normal, if shaking a bit from fear. "Who do you think I am? What's going on? Who are you?" He rattled off the questions almost without realizing he was doing it.

Her hands raised up, letting go of the grips of the two longswords that were clipped into her belt. Were those the two Duke's Razorblades he had gotten last week? They certainly looked like them..

"Who do you think I am? What's going on? Who are you?" His questions flowed like a torrential waterfall. Seemed like he was as surprised to see her, as she was him.
"Okay, first thing's first.. My name is Alanna Blazehawk, I'm a Thalassian warrioress, and one of the officers in Redemption." Exactly the same as his character.
"What is going on?.. Well, I hoped you could tell me. Last thing I remember before hitting my knee on that closet, was that I was fishing in the Highlands, like I do nearly every day."

She slowly walked up to him, while keeping her hands away from the handles of her swords. She certainly had the elven beauty about her, there was no doubting that.
"As far as you go... You're the one who made me, aren't you?"

Jake watched her pull her hands away from her swords. He knew those well, he had gotten them at a raid over the past four weeks. The second having finally dropped for him the other night. They even had the enchanted glow to them from the game. that wasn't possible though, yet he could feel that it was her. Really and truly her.

She came around the bed trying hard not to be threatening. But if a elf warrior was suddenly in your bed armed for battle anyone would be terrified. She called him something then. Something he understood. If she had become real some how. If something had happened that pulled a video game character into reality, and gave it flesh and bone...*****. Did that mean he created it?

He swallowed and looked up at her. Closer now she seemed to tower over him though her size did nothing the take away her feminity. He could see how her breasts nearly heave from the top of her armor. He blushed and bit his lip and nodded. "I guess I kind of did." he looked up at her fear in his eyes. "you aren't going to kill me are you?" he asked eying the blades at her hips.

"Kill you?" She laughed softly as she unsheathed the blades and laid them on the ground. "Now why in the world would I do that? You're the one that made me into what I am, one of the best warriors in my world."
She sat down on the edge of his bed, right at the end to keep as much distance between them as possible, while still being close. "If you really made me, then everything I've done, we did together."

It sounded very plausible, but the fact that a character that he thought were only pixels and a stream of data had come to life was... it was nothing short of mad. And yet, there she was. His female fantasy come to life.

She looked at him, brushing a strand of hair back behind her ears. "I'm not here to hurt you, I doubt I even could. I don't know why I'm here exactly, but I think it has something to do with you."

After he had asked the question he had felt kind of foolish. Part of him still thought he was dreaming because what was standing before him was absolutely impossible. Therefore it was a dream and in a dream his elven goddess wouldn't be here to hurt him, she'd be here to take his virginity. His eyes perked up because at the same time he thought that, she set her blades on the floor and took a seat on the bed.

Her posture made her look so incredibly sexy, and he couldn't believe the shape of her body was so flawless that her height made no difference. Then he had another thought that made him feel like a horrible person. He wanted to show her off like a prized toy to his friends. God, he was an asshole.

"Something to do with me?" He slowly sat up letting his blanket fall to his lap and revealing his chest. He frowned and felt a little exposed. "I can safely say I have no idea how you got out of the computer. Jeez, I need to process this. You're my video game character somehow brought to life."

He put his face in his hands. It was barely two o'clock in the morning, much too early to be expected to think clearly. He glanced back up to see her watching him as if waiting for him to do something. "Ok I need to do something, so please don't get upset."

Swallowing hard Jake reached out toward her and poked her in the arm. Her body was warm, soft, and her skin was perfectly smooth. "Oh shit." he whispered, "You're fucking real."

He began to mutter "ohshitohshitohshit," as he looked around the bed for his pants. He slept naked and despite all his fantasies he really didn't want her to see his cock just hanging out in the breeze just yet. Finally he saw a pant leg sticking out from under the bed and he snagged it. Jerking his pants on under the covers he then rolled out of the bed on the opposite side so he would lose a toe on her blades.

"Ahh, ok." He said, "This is what we have to do. Or I have to do I guess." He looked around and remember his computer, which still displayed a blank white screen. "Test the computer! That's it. Ok." He moved over to the PC and pressed the power button.

Nothing happened.

He jerked out the power cord and the glow of the monitor vanished, the computer's low hum silenced.

Still the elf sat on his bed watching him.

He shrugged, "Ok I'm out of ideas."

"Oh shit." She heard him whisper, "You're fucking real."

"Well of course I am, why else would you think I'd be sitting here?" She rolled her eyes at his, in her view, rather dumb comment.
She watched him intently as he slid out of bed and walked to a white screen. While she had speculated with friends of hers how their creators would look, Jake sofar proved to be a tad disappointing in her eyes.

"Hey, don't look at me. I don't even know what you're trying to do, let alone be able to help you." She said, as she had taken a part of his blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders like a make-shift cloak. While her outfit was very revealing and extremely sexy, it was also not very heat absorbent.

Her eyes left him and gazed around the room, taking in as much information about him as she could. The feeling crept up to her that she would be here for quite some time.

Jake looked at her and nodded, she was right. Whatever had happened there was no use in tossing around what ifs? Hell screw trying to fix it, he should be making the most of it. He had a beautiful elf in his room, and he should make her feel welcome so she didn't just up and leave him. Just because he created her didn't mean that she was obligated to stay with him.

He saw her pull up his blanket and cuddle into it. "How about some clothes?" He offered, moving to his dresser on the far side of the room. Because she was tall she would probably be able to fit in his clothes. He pulled out a T-shirt that said "hottie" and he smirked, then grabbed a pair of his work-out sweat pants.

He brought her the clothes and sighed, "Look Alanna I'm sorry. It's just crazy to think that your actually here. I can't even begin to understand what you must feel like. I mean you've been yanked out of a video game."

HE shook his head and sat on the other end of the bed, his back to her so that she wouldn't have his eyes on her amazing body while she changed. "The question is...do I try to figure out how to get you back into the game. Or screw it and let you into the real world?" He risked a peek back toward her. "To be honest you could fix a lot of problems for me by hanging around."

She eyed him as he handed her the shirt. "I probably shouldn't ask why -you- have a shirt that says this, in your closet" She chuckled a little as she pulled on the clothes that he had handed her, they were a lot wider then her slender frame allowed, thus both the shirt and pants bagged around her.

'Well, atleast she has a sense of humour'

Looking over her shoulder, she sighed a little. "I don't know what to expect at all. I mean... everything I've known until now was Azeroth, a life of mostly combat." She let her head rest in her hands.

"The question is...do I try to figure out how to get you back into the game. Or screw it and let you into the real world?" "To be honest you could fix a lot of problems for me by hanging around."

"Problems?.. what kind of problems?" She looked at him, letting their eyes meet. Hers were light green, a stark contrast to his chestnut brown ones. She was beautiful, of that there was no doubt. But was she his, or was she independant?

Jake shrugged, "Mostly just social problems. A lot of it is just loneliness. I mean I have friends, but a lot of my friends have girlfriends and it's that companionship that I desperately need." He sighed and shook his head. "Basically I would get you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while, maybe then we could have a fake break up and you can go home to Azeroth."

He chuckled softly and turned to look at her, "It's funny that the first thing I think about is how to make people think I'm sleeping with a beautiful woman like you. God, can I be anymore of a loser?"

He flopped onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. As much as he just wanted to stare at the elf on his bed, this fictional creature turned real. He couldn't just grasp the seriousness of this. Or the potential psychosis.

Jake sat up and turned toward her. "Ok look Alanna tell you what. In the morning, I take you out and show you the real world, if you are stuck here we should get you some women's clothing. But I gotta be perfectly honestly with you, I would love to do things..."

He stood and rubbed his eyes. "I need to go to sleep. I will let you have the bed here, and I'll try to get some sleep on the sofa."

Alanna looked at him as he started to lay out plans. While he was cute, he seemed to become completely nonsensical when the topic shifted to her.

"Jake.." It was the first time she used his name. How did she know? Perhaps the same reason he had realised her name when he saw her. "Jake, just sleep on it. You're starting to ramble." She smiled a little at him as she started to gather up her stuff.
"I have no problem with sleeping on the bench. Hell, it probably feels more comfortable then most inns I've slept over the years." She grinned at him, poking at him for making her 'log out' in awkward places.

Before he would argue, she raised a fist. "And no buts, otherwise I can easily make you sleep on the floor." She winked a little before opening the door to the hallway.

Jake watched her gather her things and move toward the door. She seemed to suddenly come out of her shell a little and even smiled at him as she mentioned sleep in unusual places. It was the first time she actually seemed to warm up to the idea of being around, or so it seemed to him at least.

She gave him a wink and headed out into the hall, leaving him nearly flabbergasted in the room. Her smile was beautiful and her green eyes were just absolutely stunning. God he knew it was selfish but he knew that his friends would be insane for her once they met her.

Exhaustion took him though the moment he flopped on the bed and the next thing he knew, sunlight was streaming through the window into his face. He groaned and rolled over like he normally did. Then he remembered what happened last night and he scrambled out of bed to dart out into the living room to look for Alanna.

He paused as he got to the living room and frowned, the sofa was empty and looked like nobody had been in it all night. With a defeated sigh and staggered to the kitchenette, knowing that it had all been a stupid dream. What a stupid ass he had been, but man it had felt real as fuck last night. He took out a box of cereal and a bowl from the cabinet to make himself a bowl.

He was pouring milk into the bowl when the bathroom door opened and Alanna walked into the living room. His eyes widened and he forgot her was pouring milk until it overflowed the bowl and poured onto the counter.

Swearing he scrambled to clean up the milk glancing up to see Alanna watching him. "Uh, Good morning." He stammered.

It was hard for her to resist laughing as she saw the milk spilling out of the bowl. She had wrapped a towel around her head, put a knot into the large shirt, which in turn exposed her lower abdomen. The black silken panties completed her look.

"Good morning. Still convinced I'm not real?" She smiled at him and walked up to the counter. The way that she had dressed accentuated her slender legs, her feminine six-pack, and yet keep a certain grace about herself.

It was rare that a girl was larger then him, but her standing at well over 6 feet tall made for a good exception.
"You have anything good to eat? I'm pretty hungry, since magically conjured food doesn't have much taste in it."

She was perfect in every way. The way she moved, gave grace to her frame that no human on Earth ever could grasp. Despite her height she was perfectly proportioned and Jake had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted her. "God I could have you for breakfast." He muttered, unaware that he elongated ears picked up everything he said.

He threw his bowl in the sink and smiled at her, clapping his hands. "You're in luck. I make amazing omelets." He jerked open the fridge and frowned. He was not stocked up on bacon or sausage and he only had a half of an avacado left from gaucamole he made a couple nights ago. He blushed, "Ok, maybe just average omelets this morning."

He took out the ingrediants and began putting together a pair of avacado and cheese omelets with toast and some country potatoes that came from a frozen package. He set about the plates smiling as she came closer to watch was he was doing.

He glanced up at her, "I know it's not as impressive as magic, but I do what I can."

Then he put her food on a plate and gestured to the sofa as it was the only place to sit in his apartment. "Here sit and enjoy a breakfast made from your loving geek." Once he got his plate he sat beside her and waited to see if she enjoyed it.

She ignored his remark about her, as flattering as it was.

"Hey, as long as it doesn't contain raptor eggs, I'm all fine with it." She scowled at the thought of eating that revolting recipe. She observed him cooking, it wasn't something he had let her pick up in-game, the guild bank providing the food he needed.

"You know Jake, I really don't find magic that impressive anymore. I mean.. I've learnt to deal with my addiction to it, I see it happen almost every day.. It gets commonplace after a while"
She sat down, folding her legs inward in a yoga stance. She smiled at him as she dug into the omelet.

"Hmm.. this is.. pretty damn good." She mumbled while munching on the eggs. "Tastes a lot better then... most things we... usually eat"

Jake smirked at her comment. The food on Azeroth was quite strange compared to real life. He thought she would enjoy the food here. He watched her polish of the omelet and shifted himself closer to her, just barely resisting the urge to touch her.

"So umm, have you thought about anything from last night? I mean about maybe acting like my girl in front of my friend a little, it would really help out my social..." he thought of a word she would understand, "reputation."

He could smell that she had used both his shampoo and bodywash from the shower, the scent of that manly scent excited him. It was like she already smelt like they been rubbing all over each other. Then he briefly wondered where her blades were, so that his question didn't get him cut by her temper.

As she put the plate away, she looked at him briefly. A smile broke her lips and she blushed a little. "Well.. since you are the one responsible for all the amazing things that I've experienced over the last months, I think it's only fair that I at least repay you with this."

It was a very strange feeling whenever she would talk about Azeroth, as if two worlds were melting together at that point. With her as welding-joint.

"There is one thing that I would like to request though." She looked away shortly, as if searching for the right choice of words. "I don't know how many of your friends, are the 'creators' of my friends.. but perhaps it's best to not mention my true origin."
As he looked at her with a questioning glance, she blushed again. "I just don't want to make your friends jealous. And perhaps cause trouble for me back home."

Jake almost jumped for literal joy. Her conditions made sense, but there was a tiny problem with them. She stood out like a sore thumb, considering her height, crazy bright green eyes, and long elven ears. Only two things could happen if she went out like she was. One, people would think she was simply from Russia or somewhere like that, it would be the quickest explanation as to her height. Or people would think that he had paid her to "dress up" and label her as a call girl at very best.

He nodded though and stood, taking their plates with him. "I can do that Alanna. But we need to get you some clothes, and you're going to have to wear your hair to hide your ears as best as you can. Nobody will put the pieces together and guess you're right out of a video game, but people might think that you've simply been paid to act out a fantasy of mine and that's not going to be any good either."

After cleaning up the dishes he got dressed, and found Alanna something a bit more fitting than a pair of sweatpants to wear out into public. He had found a pair of jeans that his mother had gotten him last Christmas that were far to long for him because his mom couldn't ever remember if 38 was his waist or his length. They fit Alanna though, although a little awkwardly.

They went to the mall because Jake figured it was the best place to get a young woman some trendy shit to wear. If the car ride scared Alanna she never gave any idication, she just seemed to readily accept it as something of this world, plus she'd seen motorcycles before, this was a simple adjustment.

He brought her to the storefront of Forever 21 and gestured. "Well I guess I'll just let you look around and pick stuff out. We gotta get you out of those dude clothes." He told her with a smirk.

"I can do that Alanna. But we need to get you some clothes, and you're going to have to wear your hair to hide your ears as best as you can."

"No problem." She removed the towel and shook her head a few times, her white-blonde hair fell into order, covering most of her long and pointed ears. "This should do for the moment. If you want them completely covered, I'll have to find a fillet somewhere. Or make one."

His jeans fit her, though her waist was still smaller, but that was nothing a belt couldn't fix. She didn't use any make-up, or if she did, she wouldn't ask him about it.

The car ride was uneventful, aside from the one remark that she made when seeing his car. "So, these are just like the goblin trikes, but more complex.. hmm.." It was strange, though understandable to hear her compare stuff that he had taken for granted all these years, to the things she had been experiencing for months.

As the two of them stood at the store, she smiled back at him. "I'd like you to come with me though. You know what is and isn't acceptable to wear. And aside from that.. I have a horrible fashion sense, must've gotten that from you" She winked at him, grinning a little. "Plus, I don't think they accept gold coins here."

Jake laughed and clapped his hands, "So your giving the guy with a dirty mind permission to dress you. Awesome. Remind me though. Wasn't I the one who had you strip in Silvermoon Inn that one time when you needed a weapon enchant?" he chuckled at the way she cheeks changed color.

Though he teased her he actually did his best to be mature in the choices he made for her. they gathered up about ten tops and tweleve different bottoms ranging from pants to skirts. He glanced at price tags and was thankful he had just gotten his tax return in the mail. Once they had gathered up enough items he gave her the bundle.

"alright the dressing room is over there. Why don't you make sure the stuff fits and you like it before we buy?" he suggested.

She glowered at him "Thanks for reminding me, ass. I've tried to forget that event ever happened.." She sighed as the two of them walked into the store.

The sheer amount of clothing there was amazed her, though she had always been a fan of clothes. Sadly, being the warrior that she was, she was mostly stuck in full armaments of plate, rather then comfy robes.
He gave her the bundle of clothes that the two of them had picked out together, she nodded as he showed her the way to the dressing room.

Occasionally she would come out to model a little for him, to get his opinion about certain combinations. She personally favoured the skirts they selected, since they gave her more freedom of movement compared to the tight jeans against her muscled legs.
As far as tops, the tank-tops clearly were her favourites, as she was quite proud of her feminine six-pack. Plus, since it was summer, it wasn't completely out of place either.

"Alright, I think I know what I'll take." She said as she came out of the dressing room, carrying two dark red and one light blue tank-tops and two jeans skirts folded over her arms.
"That should do it, right?"

Jake had to admit that he was really liking the choices Alanna was making. She looked amazing in tank tops holy shit she did. Her breasts were full and perky in the way they almost popped from the top and her stomach...well that was just incredible. Thinking about it made his Dick like a steel bar.

She finally came out with about a third of what they had originally picked. Jake shrugged, "I guess it will be enough for now, but we will have to come back if it turns out your stuck being a real girl for a while. You mayy be used to wearing the same shit day after day but people will think you are strange here." he explained.

They took the items up front and paid then Jake led alanna further into the mall. he couldn't help but smile as he stopped in front Victoria's Secret. "Now you need underwear." he told her. "This I can't really pick out for you, but you should get a few things."

"Hey! I'll have you know that I clean my gear at least 2 times a week. And boy is it needed, since you keep getting it splattered in blood, guts and gore." She grinned at him as the two of them walked out of the store.

As they stopped at the next store, she looked at the name. "Victoria's Secret?... What in the world kind of a name is that. Especially for a lingerie store." She brushed a hand through her hair, briefly revealing her long, pointed ears. "That's like calling a butchery 'Damon's Choice' "
She shrugged and walked into the store, disappearing from your sight.

About 10 minutes later, she waved at him from the front of the store. It would seem like she had made her choice and needed him to pay for it.

Jake went into the store to pay for the items. He remained as mature as he could, just a normal guy buying stuff for his girl. Though his eyes widened as he saw some of the things she picked out. Among them was a tiny silk dark green nightgown that matched her eyes. He gave her a glance and wondered if she would model it for him at home.

After the things were paid they went to the food court and Jake picked them up a couple slices of pizza with some soda. He pushed a Pepsi toward her and said, "Try this. Its like ale but sweet and won't give you a buzz." he explained.

As they ate he leaned forward and asked, "Listen alanna I was wondering if you might be willing to maybe help me out one other way. I haven't had a woman's pleasures in a very long time and well...." he let it hang in the air.