Virtual Friendship, Draft 1 Epilogue

Story by Kindar on SoFurry

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#27 of Virtual Friendship

Virtual Friendship is the latest in the Future Orr stories, centering around Trevor Orr and some of his close friends within his Cocky Bastard Guild in the Lands of Farr.

And after a long time, someone wakes up.

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He opened his eyes and immediately close them. He'd never expected light to be this bright, this painful. Sound exploded around him, and he retreated away into the silence of the net.

* * * * *

"Uncle?" the voice was tolerable.

Tentatively, he opened his eyes, and the light was no longer painfully blinding. Next to him, a pink tiger with one solid yellow line spiraling around his neck and down his torso looked at him expectantly.

He tried to reply, but only a croak came out.

"It's okay, Uncle. It's going to take time for you to figure out how to get the vocal cords to work. Although a mute you might not be a bad idea."

Uncle glared at Eric. "If you think you can--" he said through the room's comm system.

"I was joking," Eric cut him off. "You have a better sense of humor, normally."

"Normally I'm not this uncomfortable. How do you live like this?" He tried to get the hand to move and the entire arm flopped about until he stopped trying, leaving it hanging off the side uncomfortably. He felt his face scrunched at the sensation. Not pleasurable at all.

"I'm going to move your arm. I'm sorry if that hurts, we haven't gotten the tactile input set yet. You're opening a whole new branch of implant research, you know. We've never had to figure out how to adjust all those settings before. It happened automatically as the brain and implant grew."

"Joy, I get to play guinea pig." It was odd to feel Eric's fingers on his arm, not bad, not painful, but nothing like what touch felt like on the artificial body he occasionally used. If this was what being touched felt like, the scientist who'd programmed the body had gotten it utterly wrong.

"Don't," Uncle said as Eric let go of the arm. "Leave your hand on it."

Eric placed his hand on the arm, fingers between black stripes.

"So, do I resemble anyone in the family?" he asked.

"Sam provided the sperm, so you have our DNA. Visually, you have his eyes, although your expression is different. Slightly unnerving." Uncle canted his head. "My guess is that the 'connection' isn't instinctive. The body is fully organic, except for the implant, of course, but you're not. Your physical attributes have always been subprograms you use to make us comfortable when you meet in our lobbies or project yourself holographically. It's going to take some time before the two sync, if it happens at all." He moved his hand over the arm, through the orange and black fur. "Of course, you'll be able to retype yourself however you want, so the way you look isn't particularly relevant."

Uncle heard the words, but through his ears and the comm, but he didn't understand them. The sensation of Eric's hand overwhelmed him. He tried to keep track of everything, to regulate his body. It was within the realm of possibility. The implant was simply another computer for him to control, but it slipped between his digital fingers as a moan escaped him.

Eric stopped and Uncle regained control but didn't exercise it. He was panting hard. "I take back anything I ever said about physical bodies being a waste of space." He swallowed. "Fuck, how do you guys not lose consciousness anytime someone runs their hands through your fur?"

Eric smiled. "The tactile setting might be a little too high." He brought up the external control that had been set up and Uncle dismissed them with a thought.

"Don't even think about it."

The pink tiger raised an eyebrow.

"Do you have any idea how many centuries I've waited to feel something?"

"Something as in the general meaning of it?" Eric grinned maliciously, removing his hand from the arm and moving it lower. "Or something as in a more specific area?"

"Eric, I don't know if--" Uncle lost his voice as the hand closed over his cock.

"You are an Orr, Uncle. Trust me. Orgasms are something our family is always ready to experience. Especially for the first time."

Uncle wanted to point out he'd experienced orgasms before, some very real ones through one of his interactions with Casanova, but even the idea of that being close to reality vanished as the tiger closed his mouth over Uncle's brand new, never touched, cock.

With a scream and his body tensing, Uncle decided he'd finally found Nirvana.