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It was new technology: the capability to control and maintain an avatar on the Internet with a collar that tapped into your pulse and brain waves, allowing your thoughts of movements to become the movements of the representation of yourself. Lyanna was a gamer at heart, so she'd dished out a thousand bucks that it had cost to update her system so that she could get the new gear; it was something that she'd been anticipating for quite some time, and it was worth eating cuppa-noodle for a month if it meant that she could have the latest system.

The slender fennec fox could be something that she wasn't in the VR World, after all; her character was a tall, robust tigress, with full and voluptuous curves and a deep, throaty voice that made all of the other avatars nearly melt at the sound of it. In life, she was small; her breasts were only a handful, and her hips were narrow. She was still pretty, as far as her species was concerned... but there was something about the confidence of a big cat that she simply couldn't deny.

Maybe it was simply the fact that Lyanna didn't feel all that attractive, after all.

Her hand came up to the collar around her throat and she gave it a gentle tug; she hadn't been able to afford any of the fancy models. Her VR Reader was a regular chrome choker, attached to the pulse of her throat and a few other points, as well as the area just over the base of her brain stem with small electrodes that were hidden beneath the frame. Maybe when she had the money, she'd upgrade... but it wasn't like she was streaming, and she certainly didn't have any plans on allowing someone to see her while she was in her full nerd regalia.

By regalia, of course, she meant that she had on an oversized t-shirt that had holes in the mid-section and the collar stretched out from the number of times that she'd pulled it on and off. Beneath that, she had on a pair of boyshorts, plain black, but it wasn't like she was trying to impress anyone. Her amber eyes flashed for a moment on her bare legs and she shrugged.

All that mattered was that she'd just managed to get a new corset outfit for her tigress, and the people on her buddy-list were very impressed with her new attire.

A flash of lightning out of the corner of her eye drew her attention from her screen for a moment; she'd heard that there was going to be a storm, but she was hoping that she'd manage to get some play time in before she had to shut down everything. Lyanna bit her lower lip, her eyes flickering back to the ultra wide screen and the group of people that she was speaking with... and then back to the window where heavy droplets of rain were beginning to pelt down like an ominous warning.

"Just a few more minutes." She murmured the words aloud, as though she was talking to her mother and she was sixteen again, being told that she had to get off of the computer, 'right now, Lyanna'.

Another clap of lightning made her jump in her chair, and there were a few long seconds of rolling thunder to follow it. The fennec fox clicked into her inventory, fully intending to stash her new cosmetic and then log out...

The next bolt of lightning hit something important.

This time, she could almost feel it charge the air a moment before it struck. There was a crackling, sizzling sound, and she saw the sparks fly from her electrical outlet seconds before she felt the jolt of electricity ripping through her body. She screamed, her hands coming up to the collar that was sending static and pain pulsing through her...

And then everything felt... off.

Her eyes instantly flew to her desktop and her screen; everything was still on. Nothing seemed fried -- thank all that was above for that. She wouldn't have been able to replace her entire rig if she'd broken it because she needed a few more minutes in her game. The collar around her neck was still giving off a slight hum, but she didn't feel like anything was broken.

With a sigh of relief, she pushed back to stand from her desk so she could shut things down.

At least, that's what she meant to do. Her arms stayed limp at her sides, her body still stuck in the chair where she sat. The fennec blinked slowly, her gaze drifting back to the screen curiously. Her avatar wasn't there anymore. Instead, her name -- her actual name -- blinked on the screen.

"What the fuck?" Her voice trilled the question out with only the slightest bit of fear. She tried again to raise her hand, to pull the collar from her throat, but her body simply wouldn't listen to her. She whimpered, trapped there in her seat; had something happened with the storm? Was she paralyzed? Was she broken?

As though to answer her question, her hands came up suddenly. The relief that she felt was short-lived, though, because they didn't go the keyboard to shut the computer down. Instead, they traveled to the small swell of her breasts and cupped the mounds. Her head tilted down of its own accord to watch the action take place.

"Wait a minute! Stop, stop that right now!" She spoke to her own body as though she could scold it into listening, but the errant fingers shifted instead, moving to roll her nipples between slender digits until an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Her body stood then, pushing back from the computer without attempting to shut it down;; she tried to fight it. Lyanna could feel her muscles straining, her fingertips twitching at her attempts... but that was all that she managed. Her body was under the control of something else -- someone else. Her eyes managed to flash back to the screen again, to her name glowing in the same bright blue an avatar had above its head. A sick, sinking suspicion pulsed through her.

The lightning. The jolt of energy. The humming collar.

Somehow, she'd become an avatar in the game. Somehow, someone was controlling her body through the same pulses of energy that usually made her capable of controlling her tigress on the computer.

She was a part of the game, or at least part of someone's game.

"Stop, please..." She murmured the words out softly, but whoever controlled her either wasn't listening or couldn't hear her. They moved her body forward and let her topple back onto her bed. She was unlucky in the fact that she'd placed her computer and the wireless receivers of the collar close enough to her bed so that she could play laying down if she wanted to. The collar didn't disconnect -- she could still see her name flashing on the screen. Soon, though, she was lost to the softness of her sheets and covers, and the feel of her hands dropping once more along the length of her body.

It was strange; her digits explored her frame as though she'd never felt herself before. They drifted along the planes of her torso and pulled her shirt up over her head. Just as quickly, they fastened back to her breasts. Her fingers rolled the perky tips of her nipples until she whimpered out again, her back arching and her body rocking from the sensation of it and the roughness that she could never muster. She wrenched her eyes shut and shuddered, again, feeling the flaming heat of embarrassment rush along her skin, until the white hair on her fur had a damn near pink tinge to it from the scarlet color glowing beneath it. She wanted to stop -- she was trying so hard to make it stop, but she couldn't.

It was an odd violation, having no control of her body; being taken advantage of without anyone there to actually be the culprit was spirit breaking. Her entire body was on fire, scorching, and she couldn't even find a person to glare at. She couldn't beg for them to stop because she was simply speaking to the air. No effort had ever felt so futile.

Instead, Lyanna tried to simply keep her eyes shut. She tried to imagine that she was somewhere else, anywhere else, other than where she was. It was hard to ignore the insistent, exploration of her own fingers though. She'd touched herself before, of course, but she'd never felt like it was the first time. There was a curiosity to this, a hesitant and insistent way all at once that couldn't be denied. When those curious fingers dove down along the flat plane of her stomach and then slipped beneath her boy shorts, she let out another gasp of both pleasure and opposition. The sweet little mound between her legs provided little resistance, and slender fingers quickly dove inside of her heated center, driving the length of one up to the knuckle in curious exploration of that wet heat.

Pleasure pulsed through her, and she managed to bite her lower lip to stop the moaning from escaping. She had neighbors, and she was afraid that they were going to hear the sounds that she was emitting if she wasn't careful; she'd never been loud when pleasuring herself before. It had never been so taboo and so exciting all at once, and just knowing that she felt aroused made it all the more shameful. Lyanna was torn between enjoying herself and dying of embarrassment until her large ears were flickering back and forth in discontent from the confusion of it all.

All the while, the fingers that thrust inside of her pussy and explored the hot, wet depths seemed in no way deterred by her inner conflict. Whoever was controlling her body didn't seem capable of hearing her inner thoughts, or else they simply didn't care. The fennec wasn't sure if they even realized that they were controlling a person instead of a simple avatar. She didn't know how they could possibly miss the difference between the VR and real life. Even if the game's graphics were good, they weren't this good.

Another moan ripped from her chest, even though she tried to bite it back. The thin wall that seperated her bedroom from the neighboring apartment was going to do nothing to drown the sound out, but her attempts to once more wrest control of her limbs did nothing. Her fingers continued their rampage of her control and innocence, thrusting hard into the mound of her pussy until she was panting from the sensation of it, her tongue lolling sweet and pink from her mouth and her entire body trembling with the building, liquid heat of orgasm that was pooling in her pelvis and slowly edging towards spilling over if her fingers continued in their insistent motion.

Her hand shifted ever-so-slightly until her palm was grinding against the fullness of her cunt, bringing even more delicious friction into play -- she whimpered again, this time so loud that she knew her neighbors could hear her by the fact that they banged slightly against the wall in the same gentle warning that they sometimes gave when she was too exuberant about her video games. "God, I'm so sorry." She murmured the words out, but they were cut off with a sharp gasp as two fingers became three and the digits scissored slightly, stretching her to perfectly aching limits and driving home the sensation of orgasm until she threw her head to the side and gratefully found her pillow to bite to muffle the sounds of the scream that she knew was going to come at any moment.

It didn't come though -- the digits that had been so unrelenting suddenly pulled from her dripping pussy without warning or reason.

Lyanna's eyes were wide, her chest still heaving and puffing. She was caught on the edge of orgasm, right at the epicenter of pleasure, and whoever was controlling her had picked that moment to stop? She wanted to shout at them in frustration and wanted to cry from the pure shame of the fact that she was angry that they hadn't finished. Still, she couldn't wrestle her body under her own control. Whoever was in charge of her brought her soaked fingers up and to her lips; she didn't want to, but her tongue flickered out to taste the sweet, salty flavor of her fluids. Her eyes drifted to the side, her head lolling of its own accord and locking vision to her dresser.

Without warning, her body rolled over, and her arms stretched out as though they had a mission. The poor fennec could only imagine what that mission could be -- she knew that most people kept things that they didn't want to be seen in their dresser drawers. She was no exception to that rule.

One hand came to her breast, as though the person making her move couldn't resist touching the unfamiliar body that they'd been granted access to. She knew in her heart without a doubt that the animal controlling her was a male. No woman would be so excited about a new body; no female who'd had parts like hers their entire life would treat her frame like a playground. Even so, while that hand was busy, the other began to move.

The fingers that explored the dresser beside her bed were wet and sticky with her fluids, and she tried to force her eyes shut again. Maybe, if she couldn't see, they wouldn't be able to find what she was afraid they were looking for. The almost orgasm that she'd had before was still making her body twitch, and her stomach was coiled and heated with it. There was a part of her that was panting, a part of her that wanted so-very-much to just let whoever was controlling her finish what they were doing out of the sheer need that was rolling through her.

That was the part that was the most humiliating; she wasn't in control of her body, but she should have still been in control of her emotions and her desires. However, the touches and sensations that were ripping through her were too much to ignore and too much to deny. She whimpered again as the bottom drawer was pulled open and her vision landed on the dildo that was cradled between her underwear and socks.

Eager fingers snatched forward, grabbing hold of the instrument and pulling it out like they'd found a prize fit for a king. There was a span of time where she simply stared at the dildo; it was a special order, bright purple with silver flecks, in the shape of a wolf-cock. She'd purchased it one night when she was feeling particularly naughty, paying far too much for the instrument and the coloration, all the while gleefully and excitedly waiting to receive the package.

Once she'd gotten it, she felt so dirty holding it that she'd tossed it into the bottom drawer of her dresser and never used it. Her shame then was only trumped by the overwhelming excitement that was rocking through her now; it was like someone was spamming an emoticon over her head and making her house the sensation, because she could feel the pulsing joy and she knew that it wasn't her own. At least, Lyanna couldn't admit that it was.

For a moment, her large ears flickered back and forth, picking up the racing sound of her own heart. There was no denying that thundering pulse, or the fact that it had nothing to do with the person controlling her and everything to do with her own racing mind. The fingers that had been so bold in their exploration of her cunt while her boy shorts were on now peeled away the black fabric like it was wrapping paper on a Christmas present. Those digits were greedy as they pulled the fabric off with the flourish of a magician revealing his best trick and threw them across the room and onto her computer screen. She groaned outwardly, but that groan quickly caught in her throat and turned into a full on moan when the silky plastic of the dildo played against her moist opening. Her fingers had done the legwork to prepare her body for this invasion, and she could no more resist this motion than she could anything else that had been happening to her.

"Don't, please..." But her whimpering begging once more fell on deaf ears; she couldn't resist it as the dildo slid into her soaking core, and she couldn't stop the embarrassing moan from tearing from her throat as it happened. Her arms, so foreign to her now in the way that they worked and moved, thrust the pseudo-cock inside of her faster, bringing it all of the way up to its knotted hilt. The pressure of that bulge at the end threatened to tear her open, and it was enough to make her cry out and twist like a snake on the bed, arching her back.

Whoever was controlling her seemed aroused by the reaction -- her hands worked faster, her arms pumping until she could feel the muscles burning at the insistence of her motions. She knew that she was going to be more than just sore in her pussy tomorrow. Lyanna's body had never been worked this way before; she wasn't really an athletic person, and she certainly didn't physically exert herself when it came to masturbation. She had a vibrator that made the whole task quite simple. She'd purchased that after she realized that she'd never been brazen enough to use the large wolf-cock on herself.

She was both lamenting and rejoicing in the fact that she hadn't.

The hands violating her moved faster now, with her pussy stretched enough that it was taking the cock at each thrust. Her body was shuddering from the sensation, her entire frame pulsing and beating with the orgasm that she'd nearly felt early once more raising its head and threatening her with some kind of explosion of body and mind.

She could feel it when her pussy began to clench in warning, the tightness of it grasping at the knot of the dildo and making it harder to pull out to thrust back inside of her. Lyanna whimpered and cried out.

"Oh, please... no, oh.. no..." And then, more fevered, more desperate, "Oh, fuck. Fuck!" She could no longer hold back the torrenting wave that was building up, she couldn't stop the onslaught. She couldn't stop herself from giving in to the person who was controlling her, violating her, and pleasuring her all in the same motion.

The orgasm shot through her like the lightning shooting through the sky - the collar around her neck was hot, so hot and almost unbearably tight on her neck. Lyanna wasn't sure if it was actually the collar, or if she was simply expanding and threatening to explode from the pleasure that was pulsing through her. Perhaps it was her shame, or perhaps it was simply that the person controlling her knew how to touch a body better than she did. Whatever it was, she'd never had such a mindblowing release before, and Lyanna was both horrified at the fact that secretly and salaciously delighted. The fennec couldn't stop the cry that escaped her throat, and when her neighbors hit against the wall behind her head again, that cry turned into a strangled, gasping attempt to quell her noises. It was, of course, to no avail.

She teetered on the high of her orgasm for longer than she thought possible, her pussy clenching, her body shuddering and shivering in the pure pleasure of it all. Only when her muscles slowly stopped contracting did she manage to gasp a deep breath, and only then was she capable of opening her eyes and looking around the room just as another flash of lightning ripped through the window and nearly blinded her.

There was another crack of thunder, this time further away from her house. The power flickered though; the lights around her flashed brightly and then dimmed out. The electricity switch off, but for a moment she noticed her router box go dark. Lyanna gasped, the throes of her orgasm still riding her hard and fast... and when she tried to bring her hands up to smooth her ears back, the errant limbs finally listened to her. Her fingers touched her ears, and she let out a small yelp of joy. Instantly, Lyanna's eyes flickered to the screen in front of her.

The reason for her sudden freedom was apparent. Words, in bold, flashed across her screen.

"Server Disconnected."

Her hands instantly flew up, fingers grabbing the collar and throwing it from her neck so that it clattered to the floor. Her body was still pulsing with both embarrassment and pleasure, and the fennec let out a small whimper before falling back onto her bed and bringing her pillow to cover her hot, flushed face.