Sipping my latte on a Thursday afternoon, I enjoy a little people-watching at my local mall. People fascinate me. I like to invent backstories for random people walking by. You might even say it’s a hobby of mine.
One thing I often wonder is whether they play VaporChase, the next big thing in mobile gaming. It’s not a typical mobile game, as the chase itself takes place in the real world, though the app partially guides the seeker toward the runner—at least enough to get them in the general vicinity of their quarry.
I’m a runner. Through and through. For one, I don’t own a phaser, which is required to be a seeker on VaporChase. Second, though, I just love being chased! I also love the delightfully high stakes of the game. Given that getting caught means getting vaporized, the stakes couldn’t be much higher. It makes the whole experience super exciting!
That said, runners do have a say in who they compete against through VaporChase’s sophisticated matching feature. I can filter by age and gender among other characteristics, but more importantly, I can sort by track record. Some of the seekers have an 80% success rate! I’m not that brave—or crazy—so I look for seekers with a much lower rate. Okay, I’ll be honest. I’m skimming the bottom of the barrel.
Speaking of which, I set my latte down, pick up my phone, and open VaporChase. Maybe there’s a feasible opponent in the mall right now. I scroll past several nearby seekers with records that are too strong for my taste. Eventually, I land on an unassuming young man named Jake with a truly terrible record: 0-for-37. This is just the sort of guy I’m looking for: plenty of excitement for me but very little actual risk.
I press the big green ‘SEND REQUEST’ button on his profile. The app flashes ‘MATCHING’ for about 10 seconds before switching to ‘MATCHED’ and displaying a map of the mall with a 20-minute countdown timer. He’s at the opposite end, so I have plenty of time. With a trembling hand, I try to casually polish off my latte, but my heart rate is already climbing as adrenaline starts trickling into my system.
Fuck it. Time to go!
Tossing my not-quite-finished latte in the trash, I speed walk toward the nearest department store. They are often the best places for runners to go because they have so many exits and hiding spots. It’s pretty silly to try to hide in a regular store with only one entrance and exit. I’ve won 43 VaporChase matches, so I know my stuff.
As I enter the lower level of the department store, I head straight for the women’s clothing section. I steer clear of lingerie and swimwear. That stuff is way too skimpy or sheer to hide behind. As I said, I know my stuff.
Glancing at the app, I see the timer is already down to 16 minutes, with no sign of my seeker yet. The map does show him moving in my direction, though, so I need to stay on my toes.
I wait, scanning the approaching people from my vantage point behind a rack of coats.
Three minutes later, I see him.
Jake looks just like his VaporChase profile: messy brown hair, thick glasses, a little on the short side, and totally unassuming. He doesn’t exude even a shred of confidence, but who can blame him with a track record that bad?
He’s looking at his phone and periodically glancing around. He can see my photo in the app, but the location accuracy is set to 25 meters. Otherwise, runners would lose nearly every hunt, unless they could win a footrace.
He’s walking toward me. I may need to move soon, but I hold off. I want to let things play out a bit more.
He’s ten meters away. I should probably duck and run, but my gut says to stay put. I hope I don’t regret that decision.
Now he’s on the other side of the clothing rack I’m hiding behind! I squat down so I can see his feet. If he does likewise, I’m a goner. Unless he’s really slow, which could be true. I might win a race, but there’s no guarantee of that.
He starts walking away. I steal a glance over the rack at the exact moment he turns back around.
Our eyes meet.
His jaw drops.
I run like hell.
I ran track back in high school, though it’s been a few years. Even so, I still have speed on my side. I glance over my shoulder. He’s in pursuit but already falling further behind. This VaporChase might be a cakewalk.
However, he’s seen what I’m wearing, which could make me easier to spot again in a crowd. A brilliant tactic pops into my head. It goes against everything I told you earlier, but it’s audacious enough that it just might work.
I exit the department store, bound up the escalator, and make a beeline for Garters and Lace, the mall’s lingerie shop. Yes, it only has one entrance and exit. It’s also rather small. And lingerie is notoriously skimpy, but there’s a method to my madness.
Thirty seconds later, I reach the shop and look back. There’s no sign of him, so I go ahead and enter. My friend Bella looks up from behind the counter.
“Erin? What are you doing here?”
I try to speak, but I’m out of breath. She sees the VaporChase app open on my phone and rolls her eyes.
“That again? Let me guess. Your opponent is terrible.”
I nod. “Yeah, he’s never won, but there’s a first time for everything. I need to implement that contingency plan we discussed last week.”
“Sure, pick whatever you like.”
“Thanks, Bella!”
I quickly peruse the racks, deciding on a blue lace bra and G-string panties. What can I say? I’m feeling sexy. Dashing into a changing room, I tear off my clothes and put on the sultry attire. I glance at my phone before tossing it on the pile of discarded clothing. Eight minutes left.
When I emerge back into the store, Bella has already laid one of the mannequins behind the counter. She gestures toward the empty platform between two other scantily clad mannequins.
“Your pedestal awaits, you sexy thang.”
I nod, step onto the platform, and assume a similar pose to my new inanimate friends. And then I wait.
It doesn’t take long until my opponent is right outside the shop. Jake studies his phone and then glances into the store. I swear he looks straight at me and then keeps scanning. This might actually work!
He walks inside and shuffles right past me on his way to the changing rooms. That’s pretty smart since he’ll find my discarded clothing and phone.
Oh, shit!
If Jake finds my clothes, he might put the pieces together and figure out what I did. Not good!
A minute later, he reemerges and walks past me again before stopping. He’s literally right in front of me. I could reach out and tussle his hair if I felt like it. I don’t feel like it.
Then something catches my eye and freezes my blood cold.
Bella is walking toward him. Fuck! What is she doing?
“Excuse me, sir,” she begins. “Are you shopping for someone in particular?”
“Umm, no, not exactly,” Jake replies, turning red.
This is not entirely unexpected, as he doesn’t seem like the type of guy who frequents lingerie shops.
“Ah, just perusing our selection, eh?”
“Uhh, sure. Something like that.”
“Well,” Bella replies with a grin, “I recommend checking out our mannequins. They’re wearing all our best lingerie, so it’s a great place to start.”
What the fuck, Bella?
My pursuer turns around, facing me and the pair of mannequins flanking me. He’s embarrassed and looking at our feet, so I may still have a chance.
“This, for example,” Bella says, pointing at me, “is our most popular bra and panty set of the entire season. G-strings are hot, hot, hot!”
He slowly raises his gaze until he’s staring at my crotch. Yeah, just stop there, buddy. And shut the fuck up, Bella!
“This bra in particular is exquisite,” she continues. Bella leans in and whispers in Jake’s ear. “You can even see her nipples through the sheer fabric.”
He glances up at my bra, ogles my nipples for a few seconds, and then looks back at my feet. Whew! I might survive this yet.
Then his eyes start to rise again.
Calves.
Knees.
Thighs.
Crotch.
Dude, just walk away!
Abdomen.
Breasts.
Neck.
Face.
Our eyes meet. His jaw drops.
Before I can run, he reaches out and pokes me in the belly button with his index finger.
“Holy shit!” he exclaims. “I actually won! I can’t believe it!”
Oh, fuck.
I stare daggers at Bella and her huge grin. She pats my pursuer on the back.
“I had a feeling you might choose this particular mannequin. Congrats!”
I step down from the platform, briefly considering taking a swing at my so-called friend. I think better of it, though, and hold out a trembling hand toward Jake.
“Umm, well played.”
“Yeah, you too,” he replies, grasping my hand and shaking it.
Jake looks at his phone, pressing a big green button in the app to win our VaporChase. Yep, it’s official now. I notice the remaining time is just under two minutes. Also, a brand new chrome phaser is strapped to his hip.
The reality of my plight starts to set in. Fuck.
“I still can’t believe I won! You’re super fast, Erin! Did you run track or something?”
I nod. “Yeah, the 400-meter race was my specialty.”
“I could tell. I thought you’d lost me for good. Fortunately, my luck turned around.”
“Yeah, your luck…”
I glare at Bella, who is still grinning from ear to ear.
“So,” she says, “where are you gonna zap her? How about right outside the shop?”
“Sure, that sounds good.”
“Excellent! Come on, Erin. Your destiny awaits.”
The three of us head toward the entrance, but Bella stops short and holds out her hand.
“What?” I ask.
“I can’t let him vaporize the merchandise. I’d lose my job. Strip.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes.”
Grumbling, I unhook the bra and hand it over.
“Panties, too, Erin.”
I hook my thumbs in the panties and pull them down, stepping out and handing them to Bella.
This is fucking embarrassing, but I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that. I strut naked out of the store, bare breasts bouncing and plump ass jiggling. I’m ashamed to say my nipples are rock-hard. A trickle of fluid snakes down my inner thigh.
Wait, what? Do I actually want this?
I stop and turn toward Jake. We face each other about two paces apart. A crowd gathers to watch the festivities. The phones are out, no doubt live-streaming my final moments.
“I know I sound like a broken record,” Jake begins, “but I still feel like I’m dreaming! I mean, here I am, right? I’ve won a VaporChase! And now I’m gazing at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I can’t help smiling. The guy is actually kind of sweet.
Then he pulls his phaser from the holster and points it at my bare chest.
Reality rushes back in.
“Thanks again,” Jake says. “You were a worthy opponent.”
“Yeah, congrats. And, uhh, good luck on your future VaporChases.”
What else is there to say at a moment like this?
“Thanks, Erin. You’re the best.”
He pulls the trigger.
A bright green energy beam erupts from the barrel and strikes me between my breasts. A ghostly glow spreads over my entire body within seconds. I feel pleasantly warm and tingly.
The glow intensifies, as does the pins-and-needles sensation. It’s like my entire body has fallen asleep, but I know better. I glance down.
I’m already translucent and fading fast. Only seconds remain.
I look up again. Jake and Bella are smiling as they watch my imminent erasure from existence.
I should probably still be mad at Bella, but I’m not. I decided to play the game, so I need to deal with the consequences of losing. All’s fair in love, war, and VaporChase.
Besides, if I’m going to be stripped from the fabric of reality, I’m glad it’s a sweet guy like Jake who pulled the trigger.
I’m lightheaded now. Literally.
I’m also nearly transparent, barely a phantom at this point.
As my body vanishes, my vision dims to darkness.
Oblivion claims me.
Jake and Bella watch as Erin’s ghostly green glow fades to nothingness. The crowd that has gathered to watch the zapping claps and cheers. Jake reholsters his phaser and waves. Bella slaps him on the back.
“Great work, my man! I have a feeling you’ll be erasing lots of hot babes from existence in the near future.”
Jake grins and looks Bella up and down.
“So, Bella, speaking of hot babes. Do you play VaporChase?”
Copyright 2026 Olivia “Zappy” Quinn
Story notes
I got the idea for “VaporChase” from one of my favorite cock vore tales: “Hunt Game” by theJester. In that story, people on a space station play a mobile game similar to what I’ve laid out here, with equally high stakes. I encourage you to give it a read, even if you’re not into cock vore. You might even find a couple of horny comments from yours truly. 🙂
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