Unreal Entertainment
Unreal Entertainment
Accepted into the beta program for a multi-user virtual reality system, Jason discovers that the virtual world can feel more real than reality as he meets some risque wildlife. (9600 words)
M/M, masturbation, bestiality, rape, anal, oral, vore (soft), science fiction, virtual reality
2010 Gren Drake
The device arrived on a Friday not long after Jason had gotten home from work. There were two large boxes each stamped with a large Unreal Enterprises logo and Jason had the deliveryman cart them into his living room. He'd checked the space requirements before he'd placed the order and had already moved most of the furniture into a jumbled pile in one corner. Only the small rolling desk that held his computer had been immune from this process. Once the boxes were signed for the deliveryman left, leaving him to his new toy.
On opening the boxes he first found a large sheet of shiny paper with quick setup instructions and an assembly diagram that told him how to put together the mostly preassembled pieces. These snapped together without any difficulty leaving him only the mass of cords that needed connected. One, not surprisingly, connected to the wall outlet. There where no less than three USB cords which puzzled him as he'd never seen anything that needed more than one, but he was able to disconnect a few things from his computer to make room for them. The remaining dozen cords ran between different parts of the virtual reality device.
The neurostimulus device, as the quick setup guide called it, looked like nothing so much as it did the bastard offspring between an electric chair and a high-end recliner. Wires sprouted from its base like roots from a particularly odd tree and most connected to a large black box that was presumably the central processor of the whole thing. One connected to a dot matrix printer, of all things, that thankfully came with a full box of tractor-feed paper. On the outside of the chair's arm was a switch.
At the bottom of the box was a CD that presumably had the system manual, but it'd been cracked. He set this on his computer desk so he could see about having it replaced later; he was too excited to have finally gotten the thing to delay his first trial of the device to wait for a new CD. While the disc had also had the computer drivers, these he could thankfully download from the Unreal Enterprises website. From the description in the quick-start guide the manual had a considerable amount of information that he'd want to know, but nothing that was critical to the operation of the device. Everything truly important would be introduced once he began using it.
Installing what the quick-start guide called the Client Driver went quickly and smoothly. The Client Viewer, which was apparently what he'd use to interact with the device when he wasn't actually in the virtual world, was installed, if anything, even more smoothly. He seemed to recall reading before he'd placed his order that much of the software had been in testing before the actual hardware had even been finished. The Client Viewer needed to be online at all times which was not a problem with modern high-speed internet. Also, it could not be used until he had generated his BioKey, whatever that was. This, he read, would be done by actually using the device, what the quick-start guide called interfacing with the neurostimulus sensor array.
Once he'd finished assembling and connecting the thing and had all the software installed on his computer, he settled into the electric recliner. Despite appearances, it was not particularly comfortable. He fastened the clamps around his legs then strapped the helmet onto his head. Finally he set his arms into their clamps. All the clamps would be held shut by electromagnets and thus only be locked while the device was on.
For a moment he hesitated; despite the incredible appeal of the device, it was only a beta. He had, to his surprise, been accepted into the beta program, but it was still not thoroughly tested. What if something went wrong?
He swallowed his fears and flicked the switch.
There was a moment of black silence so brief he wouldn't have noticed it save for the contrast with what came next. His vision was filled with chaotic swirls of colours, some so bright they threatened to blind him and others so dark they may well have been black. Every imaginable smell and flavour seemed to assault him at once. For a moment it felt like he was burning and freezing simultaneously, but this quickly faded so that it merely felt like someone was constantly running their hands all over his body instead. Sounds flooded his ears at volumes that should have been deafening him. The sounds slowly became more pleasant and the other sensations that'd bombarded him faded until he could barely notice them.
"Please say 'cactus'," a voice said. It was not what he'd expected his first virtual reality experience to be.
"Cactus?" he said, obeying out of surprise as much as any actual desire to. He could not hear himself at all, nor feel his lips moving; there was, in fact, no way to be sure he'd actually said anything at all. He was about to try again when the voice continued.
"Please say 'gargoyle'."
"Gargoyle." This exchange continued for some time, the words entirely random and not relevant to anything or even each other. Then the instructions changed.
"Please touch your finger to your nose." It took several tries before the voice allowed him to continue and once again he went through a random and rather tedious sequence. Touching one's nose was hard when one could neither see nor feel their nose or finger. It seemed to take forever, but in time the process was complete.
"BioKey generated," the voice informed him. "Now transmitting to Client Driver. Please use the Client Viewer to setup your avatar and specify system preferences. System will disengage in ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Goodbye."
There was no sense of transition. One moment he was in a formless void and the next he was sitting in the uneasy chair once more. He rapidly removed himself from it not wanting to experience its hard, lumpy cushions longer than necessary.
As he was sitting down in front of his computer he glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that less than a minute had passed; the experience had seemed to take far, far longer than that.
When he opened the Client Viewer it immediately prompted him for his username and password, both, it helpfully added, provided in the acceptance letter he'd received previously. Finding this took him several minutes, but once he had it he entered the information. The screen flashed a 'Please Wait. Connecting...' message at him for a moment before a small window came up telling him to 'Please Wait. Transferring BioKey.'; This time there was a progress bar below that was creeping along. It started a small chunk of the way along, but barely moved at all.
Since it appeared the transfer was going to take a while he got up, poured himself a glass of water and had a snack before returning to watch the bar move. It took fifteen minutes for the progress bar to fill up after which the window disappeared on its own to be replaced by a new one: 'No avatar created. Click OK to create new.' He clicked.
The next window took the whole screen. At the top was a drop-down box with a list of available sexes. Below this was a series of what appeared to be low quality 3d models. Sure enough, when he selected 'male' they looked male and when he selected 'female' they looked female. There were quite a few other selections in the box as well, including 'neuter' and 'hermaphroditic' along with a number of altogether stranger options; thirteen in total where listed. All the options listed where naked and had visible genitalia appropriate for the selected sex.
Having no desire to experiment that way, at least not yet, he selected male and scrolled through the models shown. All where fairly simple; he was beginning to develop a sneaking feeling that he would be disappointed by the system. Still, he wasn't going to give up before he even started and he scrolled through the list looking for something interesting. At the very bottom of the list where a few nonhuman models. What the hell, he thought, deciding to experiment a little with the system. If it wasn't going to give him good graphics he could at least see how it handled different physiology.
The model he selected stood digitigrade and had a thick tail that hung down to just past its knees. It possessed a distinct lack of body hair, although a few small horns appeared to decorate it in places. Presuming, of course, that those weren't just errors in the model. It also had a short snout rather than a more human face.
He clicked on his choice, bringing him to another screen. This had his selected model on one side in a higher quality than before along with a variety of sliders on the other. Each controlled an aspect of his appearance including, amusingly, penis size. He spent a good half hour fiddling with them before he clicked on 'Save'.
The window was replaced with yet another 'Please Wait' message, again with a progress bar. It claimed to be doing something called 'precaching' and estimated a good two hours before it'd be done. With a sigh he went off to start his weekend household chores while he waited.
He returned when it was finished and, once his bladder was empty as advised, he settled in as much as possible in the uneasy chair and switched the device on. Even if nothing else went well, at least he didn't need to feel the chair when the device was on.
He woke quickly, especially once he realized he was not in his bedroom. There was only a light sheet covering him, but he was pleasantly warm despite this and a pleasant, mild glow that had nothing to do with the window suffused the room, despite lacking any apparent source.
It was a hotel room? There was just the one door and the wide window overlooking pastoral plains. A large wardrobe stood against one wall and a small, delicate looking desk rested beneath the window. As he scanned the room he blinked the sleep from his eyes.
When he couldn't find his luggage anywhere, he revised his original impression. Perhaps a hospital room? Previous events where slowly bringing themselves to the front of his consciousness and he remember that the last thing he remembered was turning on the virtual reality device. There was, he remembered, a clause about first-class health care if anything went wrong with the device, a clause that had worried him until he had decided the company had just put it in to cover their butts.
Still, it did not look like a hospital room, even a high-class one. It looked like a bedroom or a hotel room, but he had no idea why he would be in someone else's bedroom or in a hotel, especially when he didn't remember travelling.
Deciding that he couldn't learn anything further while in bed he threw the covers off of himself and rolled out of his bed. This led to the revelation that his body felt wrong; perhaps he was in a hospital after all?
A passing glance that caught his own body caused him to do a double-take and look at himself. His skin had changed colour, becoming more tan or beige than normal. But no, he realized after a moment, it wasn't his skin that had changed, but his entire body.
His feet looked strange and, as he stood, he realized why. He was standing on his toes, in a digitigrade posture. A look behind him, seeing a tail extending downwards, confirmed his growing suspicions. His body was the one he had selected in the program on his computer.
Had the system somehow altered his real body to match the virtual one he was supposed to be in? That would certainly explain the hospital. The room around him was far too real for him to believe that this was the virtual reality simulation, especially considering the graphical quality of the software he'd used to construct his avatar.
Seeing a full-length mirror on the side of the wardrobe he walked over to it, marvelling as he did that it felt entirely natural and normal to walk despite the changes in his body. If his eyes had been closed he doubted he would have noticed the difference.
He looked over his reflection; he looked just as the preview on the computer had, only real rather than blurred and blocky. Running a hand over his arm, his skin felt smooth to the touch and was utterly hairless. In the mirror he could see that he didn't even have eyelashes. Small claws, which hadn't been visible in the preview, adorned the ends of his fingers and a variety of decorative horns were present, not just the visual artifacts they'd looked like on his computer. They were covered in tiny ridges he could feel when he touched them, but could not see.
The feel of his hands constantly running over his body sent a shiver through him. The feelings that his touch caused gave him the idea to look downwards, the claw-tips of his fingers exploring his new body as his eyes took it in.
There was nothing there except his tail. No penis nor testicles hung between his legs. His exploring claw-tips found a nearly invisible slit in his flesh and his fingers entered, exploring. Had he somehow ended up as a woman despite his selections? Not that it was as important as the overall changes, but he wanted to at least know.
They slid in only a short distance before they reached an obstruction. The feelings generated as he moved them around were profoundly sexual and very enjoyable, but he reluctantly pulled his fingers out in fear that his claw-tips would tear something.
Moments later they were followed by a shaft extending outwards and, after a moment of confusion, he realized this was the penis he had expected to see originally. It was still soft and limp, but was becoming hard, especially when he reached down and ran a claw across its surface. It felt incredible and sent an erotic thrill through his body.
He felt hornier than he could remember having ever been and it was took only a moment to decide to finish what he had started. Not wanting to watch himself masturbate in the mirror he returned to the bed and stretched out. A voice in the back of his mind told him something was wrong with the bed, but the distraction of his hard cock was too great for him to pay attention to it.
Wrapping one hand around the hard length protruding from his groin he stroked himself, revelling in the mind-blowing sensations. It didn't take long for him to want more, however, a desire he quickly acted on as the sight of his tail gave him an idea.
His free hand grabbed his thick, tapering tail and bent it around and over his groin; despite the tight curve this created it was not at all uncomfortable. He touched it to the nubbin of his ass and pressed downwards gently, pushing his tail into himself. It slid in far more readily than he'd have expected considering the lack of lubricant or stretching. His eyes closed almost of their own accord as the hand on his cock continued pumping it and he repeatedly thrust his tail into himself.
If the sensations he had felt before were mind-blowing then he had no words to describe what they were now and, even if he had, he was too wrapped up in the pleasure shooting through his body to put them together.
He could not keep himself from moaning nor did he want to. His back arched as his body tried to plunge itself deeper into the partner he didn't have. Copious amounts of precum had leaked out of his member making the attentions of his hand more effective as it slid more easily over the increasingly slippery flesh of his cock.
Then his muscles tensed and his awareness of the world faded for a moment as his pleasure peaked, wiping away all thought for the briefest, if most glorious, of moments.
Then he was laying on the bed once more feeling satisfied and relaxed if damp. His entire body was covered in a layer of sweat that glistened in the indistinct lighting. No shower was visible and he wondered for a moment where the nearest one was; he would have expected one in the room if this were a hotel, but a hospital might not have one so convenient. Either way he would need to look outside his room.
As he swung his legs off the bed once more, he thought about what had just happened. Whatever had happened to him, it seemed to have increased both his sex drive and the resultant sensations. Not that he was complaining.
A cool sensation on his chest and belly reminded him of the consequences of his masturbation and a downwards glance confirmed it; he had scattered pools of semen on his flesh. Not seeing a towel nearby he surreptitiously pulled up the bed-sheet to wipe himself off and hoped the cleaning staff would not notice or at least not mind too much.
Once again Jason glanced around the room. There would probably be clothes in the wardrobe and he would need those if he was to find a shower. There were also some books and a computer on the desk, the computer reminding him of an iMac in its simplicity though it beat out even that product: it had no cords at all. He couldn't even see a power cord. Next to the bed was a tiny nightstand barely large enough for the lamp that sat on top of it. Not only was this lamp not on, it too lacked any cords.
Then he caught sight of something that made him freeze. The bed he had woken up in, masturbated on and which provided the sheets he'd used to wipe his semen off was not only neatly made up, but perfectly clean and free of even the tiniest wrinkles. There was no way even the quickest and most silent of maids could have done that while he glanced away from it.
With this example of unreality, other little things he'd seen came back to him. He looked again at the computer, then the lamp; neither had developed a cord since he first saw them. He ran his hands over his body, especially his tail and his blunt snout.
Was it possible that this was the virtual reality simulation after all? It looked and felt utterly real, but at the same time there where the little things that were off.
He reached over and turned on the lamp by the bed. It started to glow. He picked it up; there was no cord hidden beneath it and even in his hand it remained brightly lit. He put it back and turned it off.
Despite the disappearance of the lamp's bright glow, the lighting in the room remained unchanged. The light was coming in through the window he told himself, but even as he did he suspected that were he to hide under the bed or shut himself in the wardrobe he would still be surrounded by a comfortable level of light.
Why was the actual simulation so much better than the preview of his avatar he'd seen on his computer? For that matter, how were they able to make anatomy he didn't even have feel so real? Even in the face of increasing evidence, he found it difficult to believe that he was in a simulation rather than suffering some really exotic medical condition, or perhaps just hallucinating.
He remembered the sweat that'd covered his body only minutes earlier and was impressed that it had been simulated so realisticly though at the same time he would not have disappointed if they'd left that particular facet of the real world out, especially since they had not provided a convenient shower. He shook his head; most of the sweat seemed to have evaporated so there wasn't a rush for him to get to the shower, but he still wanted to have one before moving onwards in the simulation.
He turned his attention to the computer as he settled onto the basic office chair in front of it. His tail slipped readily between the backrest and seat and did so so automaticly that one would have thought he'd been doing it for years. The computer came to life as he sat, apparently recognizing his presence. Well, he thought, if this is the simulation they'll know exactly where I am and what I'm doing all the time.
Expecting a GUI, perhaps like that provided on his own, his surprise was vast when the screen contained only white letters on a black background.
**VIRTUA(tm) SERVICES NETWORK
TOUCH SCREEN TO USE
MESSENGER - MAIL - HELP - OPTIONS**
Another line appeared at the bottom of the screen:
VIRTUA IS A REGISTERED TRADEMARK OF UNREAL ENTERPRISES
It seemed like an odd combination, the pure text interface and a touch screen. Still, it seemed simple enough and perhaps it could find him a shower. He touched help, his claw-tip, until now forgotten, producing a soft noise as it bounced off the screen. The claw-tip seemed to be more than sufficient as a new line appeared below the list of commands:
PLEASE STATE QUESTION
A text interface with a touch screen and now voice access? There was certainly no emphasis on consistency with this place, was there? Despite wondering about the inconsistent interface, he didn't hesitate in asking his question.
"Is there a shower?" His words appeared on the screen as he spoke.
IS THERE A SHOWER? YES.
He rolled his eyes; the system could understand him perfectly but clearly was no more capable of understanding what he actually meant than any normal computer. "Where is it?"
WHERE IS IT? IT IS IN THE RESIDENTIAL CORE.
Below the text a map was displayed with a pair of coloured lights. A legend at the bottom identified one as the showers and the other as his current location. The residential core was shaped like a cross with a eight of what he presumed where rooms like his own on each branch. The centre had several rooms, one of which was indicated as being the showers. Several of the rooms appeared to overlap and the rooms in the centre all appeared to occupy the same space.
If he'd needed more proof that he was in the simulation he'd gotten it; the real world was simply incapable of supporting such strange architecture.
He stood and turned his attention to the wardrobe. It readily revealed its contents: a wide selection of clothes. When trying on a pair of sweatpants he was surprised that they fit perfectly, right down to having an extra opening for his tail. Said opening was held tight to his flesh with elastic just as the legs and waist were. He also picked out a shirt though it was more tight-fitting than those he normally wore.
What he did not pull out or try was any of the selection of underclothing. He was not in the mood to try and figure out underclothes designed for an entirely different species and, besides, while it felt strange to have nothing on under the sweatpants, it did not feel unpleasant.
The reason it all fit so well occurred to him as he was dressing; obviously the system had his measurements! How could it not when his entire body had been made by it?
Now, he thought, to the shower. He gave the computer a final glance, fixing the somewhat confusing map in his mind before reaching for the door. It remained firmly shut as a voice sounded in his ears. It was a female voice that would have been pleasant if it hadn't been so dry.
"Before admittance to Virtua, a registered trademark of Unreal Enterprises Incorporated, you are required to be made aware of your designated safeword and to demonstrate your knowledge of same. Attempting to speak your designated safeword will cause you to be teleported back to the safety of your quarters, even if you are restrained from actually speaking.
"Your designated safeword is 'albino apricot'. Please repeat this aloud to allow access."
Jason blinked. Was a safeword really necessary? He decided it didn't really matter if it was necessary since the simulation clearly required it.
"Albino apricot," he repeated. The door opened at his touch.
He stepped out into a hallway with eight doors. The walls looked like some kind of opaque white glass and the floor and ceiling were similar, but a slightly different tone. This was fortunate as otherwise wouldn't have been able to tell where the floor ended and the wall began. Each of the doors was wooden and decorated with identical ornate carvings. Wanting to know where to come back to he glanced at his door. It didn't have any kind of sign or number.
He'd worry about finding his way back later; for the moment he was too busy finding a shower. This turned out to be easy and would have been so even without the map from the computer: he could see them about twenty feet away. The floor in the shower area changed to laminate tile with a repetitive floral design, but the walls and ceiling remained unchanged.
As he stepped inside the tiled area he noted the presence of both communal showers and individual stalls. Next to each stall was a series of little cubicles. After a quick glance around to make sure he was alone he stripped, stuffed his clothing into one of the cubicles, and darted into the shower.
The stall was larger than it'd looked like from outside and provided him plenty of room. A large round shower-head hung (or rather floated, though his mind kept insisting there had to be cables, or at least pipes) below the ceiling and he found he could move it around and even change which way it was pointing. That water could come out of it when it wasn't visibly connected to anything in anyway was even more proof that he was indeed in the simulation.
Among a massive array of dispensers he found one that had soap and he lathered himself up. Just as he'd found with the erotic sensations earlier, now he found his body responded to his touch in a perfectly natural, even ordinary way. Even when he washed his tail the feel of his hands on the skin there was no different from anywhere else. Washing his groin was entirely too enjoyable and it took an effort for him to refrain from masturbating again.
In all he spent almost an hour in the shower, just luxuriating in the feel of his hands and the water against his skin. There was no doubt afterwards that he was clean, though he was glad to see his skin did not wrinkle from the moisture.
It wasn't until he had the water turned off and was about to step out that he realized there wasn't a towel though there was a button labelled 'dry' was next to the stall door. It put him in mind of the hot air blowers in some public restrooms that never actually quite dried things, but he didn't have anything else to try. He pushed the button.
A gust of warm air blew down from the ceiling and, in only moments, he was dry.
He had stepped out of the stall and was grabbing his clothes when he heard a voice. His cheeks burnt knowing that he was fully exposed to the unseen speaker. A small part of his mind whispered that he didn't have a whole lot to be embarrassed about just now, but it was overpowered by a lifetime of habit.
"Hello there! New are you?" The voice was definitely male, but not especially deep.
"Ah," Jason said as he hastily pulled on his clothes. "Yes?" Just as luck would have it he managed to mess up and got a leg in the tail-hole in the pants forcing him to try again.
He glanced over his shoulder to see a human-looking man who was both young and athletic, but then, if they were given the choice, how many people would deliberately choose otherwise?
"I'm Benjamin. I've been in the Virtua beta program almost since it started so if you've any questions or concerns I'm sure I can help." If the man even noticed Jason's frantic dressing he gave no sign.
"Er, thanks. I'm Jason." With a final tug he got his shirt on and let it settle naturally as he turned to face Benjamin. As he did Benjamin held out his hand and Jason shook it.
"I'd also like to invite you to a gathering held by madam Elaine in ten hours local time. Aside from being quite enjoyable in itself, it will also help acquaint you with the, ahem, multi-user capabilities of Virtua." He handed Jason an object about the size of a large coin. "This token will let you get in touch with me later. Just ask the computer when you've a moment."
"Okay, I will," Jason said. He wasn't sure whether he really would or not yet, but he was hardly going to tell the guy that.
"Be seeing you later!" The man said with a wave. Jason returned the wave and walked into the corridor, looking at the doors and trying to decide which one he'd come out of.
"Just pick one, they'll all take you to your room."
Jason glanced back towards where the man had been to see him disappearing around the corner. With a shrug he grabbed one of the doors and opened it, stepping inside.
It certainly looked like the room he'd left earlier, though he suspected that they all looked identical, and the wardrobe contained the same clothes as before. Benjamin had told the truth then.
He tossed the token on the desk next to the computer and quickly striped out of the clothes he was wearing, tossing them carelessly onto the bed. Then he started digging through the wardrobe once more, starting with a number of small drawers at the bottom containing underclothes. It took a moment for him to discover which way they were supposed to go on and in the process he discovered that there were several wrong ways.
He lingered more over the selection of his outer clothes; there was a wide selection in the wardrobe and he wanted something that looked really good on him. Between his lack of experience in putting together outfits and a lack of familiarity with his body, this process took quite a while. Once he was finished he was surprised to look at the computer screen and see that more than an hour had passed.
He started to step outside again, but hesitated on the threshold as he realized he really had no idea where he was going. After a moment he stepped back inside, but stopped just inside the door.
The mass of clothes he'd left on the bed while choosing what to wear had disappeared. Quickly opening the wardrobe he could see that not only was everything back inside, it all looked freshly washed and pressed, even the pants and shirt he'd worn to the shower.
He shook his head as he walked to the computer. He could definitely get to like the instant maid service.
After half an hour with the computer he understood how to get around the virtual city. The entire place was constructed around transit hubs which would teleport him to wherever he wanted to go. He could just say the name of his destination, step over a marked line and poof! He'd be there.
With this knowledge he left the small bedroom once more and walked the short distance to the transit hub. This consisted of a large room with a solid red line running a few feet away from the walls and nothing else.
Though he felt silly doing it, he said 'Central Park' and stepped over the line. For a moment he thought it hadn't worked, but then he realized that it had and there was just no sensation. It was more disconcerting the more he thought about it; one moment he was in an interior room staring at a blank wall the next he was in a clearing in a park standing just outside a red circle painted on the ground.
He walked away from the circle towards one of the many trails that led away from the clearing. The air smelt fresh and the sun beat down warm and bright. Although there was the occasion branch overhanging the path, there where not many.
After a minutes he began to notice that the trees and bushes seemed to have very little variety. In fact, he noticed only one species of each. Occasionally he could hear animals moving around out of sight, but no trace of them was ever visible. Within half an hour he had the feeling that the park had been built by someone who had read about wilderness areas, but who had never actually looked at one. It had all the features that a wilderness required without any appreciable natural feeling.
Despite the unnatural feel of the park, his stroll was surprisingly relaxing, more so than the same action in the real world had ever been. It also became boring really quickly.
There were, he recalled reading, a variety of games and sports that ran from the mundane to the outrageous and bizarre with the latter of these making special use of the special traits of a virtual world. There was also Benjamin's offer back at the showers and Jason was more and more sure he was going to take the offer.
Just before he turned back to take the transit hub to the games area he noticed a fork in the road. A narrow trail lead off to the side and was highly overgrown. Considering the artificial nature of the world he was in this had to be deliberate. There was a sign nailed to a trail at the head of the trail.
CAUTION: DANGEROUS, RISQUE FAUNA
He chuckled as he read the sign; Risque wildlife? Then, remembering the expressly 'adult-themed' areas, he sobered up. Sexually involved wildlife wasn't impossible at all, though he was surprised they could get away with even suggesting virtual bestiality. Was it bestiality? It wasn't like there were any actual animals and any he saw would simply be run by AI scripts. Perhaps it would be cyberphilia instead?
He shook his head. It was the appearances that the thing would be judged on. If someone was having sex with simulated wildlife it suggested a certain interest in having sex with the real thing, though the simulated wildlife was much safer.
He shook his head. All that would really matter was how it seemed, especially with how real everything was. What would the point of virtual reality, especially adult-oriented virtual reality, if it couldn't serve as a means of escapism? Risque wildlife wasn't a fantasy he had however and he started back down the trail to the transit hub. Before he'd even gone a few steps he slowed, then stopped.
While it hadn't been his intention when he had come here, he hadn't planned on masturbating when he logged in and that had still felt quite good.
As he started towards the overgrown trail once more he reflected on the designated safeword he'd been given when he left his bedroom. That would make it impossible for anyone to truly force him to do anything; he would be completely safe.
The path was overgrown, but it was never hard to follow. For about a dozen feet the underbrush on either side was impenetrably, unnaturally dense. Nothing larger than a rabbit, and a small rabbit at that, would be able to get through. No one would be able to accidentally stumble into the area through THAT; they'd have to come down the path by the sign.
As he walked down the trail he heard a voice speak. It wasn't particularly loud, but it was entirely clear as though there was no background noise.
"By entering this area you are granting Unreal Enterprises Incorporated permission to engage you in acts of simulated bestiality, simulated rape, simulated..." He ignored the voice as it rattled on as he wasn't particularly interested in the legal disclaimer. Thanks to the safeword he was perfectly safe and everything was an illusion. Besides, he was confident nothing in the area would bother him.
Not far past the dense undergrowth the path petered out leaving him staring at trackless forest. The undergrowth was now, if anything, on the sparse side as though trying to make up for the previous density. Since the trail disappeared, Jason figured he was supposed to wander off the track and when thought about it this made sense; they wouldn't want everyone bunching up right along the edges of the path as that would ruin the illusion.
After a tentative step away from the path he could feel the forest floor under his feet. There was no tingling sensation or other tangible sensations, but he did feel less protected. Did remaining on the path protect him from the wildlife? His steps were uncertain as he moved into the forest and he reminded himself that he as perfectly safe.
He heard a stick crack behind him and spun around. No one was there. Was he hearing things now? There were birds singing in the trees and the sound of small animals moving around, but he could not see them either. In fact, he realized, he had seen no wildlife at all, risque or otherwise.
As the minutes passed his nervousness and uncertainty was replaced with boredom. When would something actually happen? Some of the promised simulated bestiality and rape, perhaps. It seemed he would have been further off going to the games area after all. Signs and warnings aside, the area seemed to be completely harmless.
In the distance a tree branch fell, crashing noisily to the ground. Automatically looking towards it he was surprised to see that there actually was a fallen branch, still partially supported by the trees and standing nearly vertically.
A heavy weight crashed into his back, sharp claws dug into his skin, and teeth bit into his shoulder. He twisted his head as he was knocked to the ground. It was an animal, some kind of feline by its build, though not one of any species he'd ever seen before.
Whatever it was, it was large and would have been almost chest high on him had they for some reason been standing politely next to each other. A coat of short, neatly groomed fur covered it and there was a large tuft on the end of its tail. Most of this fur was a dull brown, but lighter splotches could be seen on its forward half. Although sharp, its claws were short and seemed unable to do more than inflict surface wounds and scratches, not that either promised to be very pleasant. Jason could feel the sharp fangs in its mouth as they pressed into his flesh. The most surprising thing about the animal was a pair of tentacles, well over a yard long, that extended from its shoulders. They split into three 'fingers' only a couple inches from the end.
He had no doubt the creature could easily keep him from escaping. At least by normal means.
Albino apricot, he thought to himself. He didn't try to actually say it, not yet, but he kept the thought in the front of his mind. It would be the height of foolishness to come all this way into this area after he'd been warned only to flee the moment anything happened. Besides, he could always say it later.
Claws scraped across Jason's back as the animal ran one hind-foot down his back where it caught for a moment on his waistband before tearing through. Its tentacles reached around to pull off pants, leaving his ass exposed.
Its forepaws gripped his shoulders, pressing him into the ground as it positioned its rear legs on either side of him. As the creature stumbled forward its forepaws landed on either side of his head. There was no chance for him to escape as the creature's tentacles wrapped around his torso, holding him tight and lifting his body up against its belly.
It lowered its head and Jason could feel its hot breath on the back of his neck as it sniffed him. Since it reached licked him along the side of his face, he gathered that it liked how he smelt.
His designated safeword drifted through his mind once more and he had an urge to escape before events got any further, but he realized that he was actually looking forward to being abused the the beast. What was wrong with him? Was the simulation affecting him?
The animal shifted one of its hind legs over his tail and let it rest there as it tightened its grip with its tentacles. It thrust its hips forward, its sheath rubbing against the side of his tail. He could feel its cock began to expand from its hiding place, rubbing against his tail and the inside of his thigh as the animal thrusted against him.
He risked a glance backwards and gulped when he saw the creature's cock; it was no smooth shaft, but a length covered with nubs and throbbing veins. His own length was growing visible between his legs as well; he was surprised to realize he was becoming quite aroused at the treatment he was receiving.
He looked away, not wanting to see the creature's cock as it penetrated into him. And penetrate him it did; though not fully erect yet it was sufficiently long and hard to slip readily into him and he yelped as he was spread open.
The beast's first couple of strokes were slow as its cock continued to harden, but this changed in an eye-blink and with no warning its strokes started coming hard and fast. He could feel its balls rubbing against the side of his tail as the animal pummelled his ass.
The sensations flowing through his body were far greater than he would have expected considering the circumstances and it was all he could do to keep from crying out with the pleasure that flooded his body with every thrust. His own length was painfully hard and leaking precum despite being untouched.
And yet the creature's thrusts steadily grew in speed, its rough, hard cock rubbing against his sensitive prostrate with every motion. There was no room in his head for thoughts of anything but sex as his world was condensed to where the animal penetrated him.
Sharp fangs scrapped against his neck as the beast wrapped its jaws around him. It didn't bite down, but when he tugged back he didn't hesitate in raising his head in obedience to the unspoken command. A few runnels of its saliva ran down his neck unnoticed by either of them.
Jason didn't even notice as the animal gave one final thrust, nor when it released his neck to raise its head to the sky. He did hear its roar, the ear-shattering sound echoing in the rather empty forest. It was a cry that left no doubt who was in charge just then and it sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel the animal's cock pulsing as its seed flowed through it, filling him.
He twisted in the creature's grasp as he tried to reach his aching length with either of his hands, but his arms were caught up in its tentacles and came frustratingly close without being able to actually reach.
He hadn't managed to reach his own climax when the animal climbed off of him and dropped him to the ground leaving an empty feeling inside of him. This unexpected action left him momentarily stunned. He watched the creature circle him once, its semi-flaccid cock still visibly hanging below it. His own length remained erect as ever and without even thinking about it he wrapped one hand around it intending to finish himself off and taking no mind of the still-present beast.
His mind only dwelled on that for a moment; though the beast had reached its climax only moments before it was not yet done with him. The animal lowered its head to Jason's feet and firmly bit one ankle. A flare of sharp pain pulled him from his erotic fog. Though this pain lasted only a brief moment, the sight of the animal's jaws around his leg scattered all thoughts of sex from his mind.
With his free foot he tried to push the animal's snout off of his leg, but this resulted only in scratches where its teeth were holding his leg. Then, with a sudden motion, it opened its jaws just long enough for his free foot to slid inside before snapping it shut once more, trapping both of his feet.
He struggled against its jaws, but the animal's grip was a good demonstration that it had powerful jaws, especially with his lack of real leverage. Its tongue wrapped around his ankles covering them with saliva and pulling his legs into its throat. Teeth scrapped against his flesh, but it seemed that they were one-way teeth: they let the animal's food in easily, but keep it from escaping.
Only when the beast had worked its way halfway up his shin did it really sink in that it wasn't satisfied with just taking out its lust on him, but it was going to eat him as well! Only then did he react, grabbing frantically at the ground and scattering leaf litter in his attempts to pull himself away from his devourer.
Inexorably, his feet where drawn into the animal's maw. As his toes entered its throat he could feel the muscles there become involved as well, pulling his legs and squeezing them together. There wasn't enough pressure to crush them, but it was anything but comfortable. The creature's hot breath ran along his legs, its breathing seemingly unimpeded by having his legs in its throat.
As he felt the creature's teeth work further and further up his leg and its throat squeezing more and more of his legs, he became increasingly desperate, scrambling ever more furiously to get a grip on anything. Miraculously, one hand found a loop of tree branch sticking out of the ground and he gripped it, his knuckles going white with the effort. His other hand continued flailing around as it, too, searched for something to hold onto.
There was a thought hiding in the back of him mind and he cursed it for distracting him; he couldn't afford to stop and coax it forth! There was something he needed to remember, it insisted, something about a fruit that could get him out of this situation, keep him from being eaten.
An anti-eating fruit. How could a fruit save him? What he needed was a firm grip. What he really wanted to was strike back, but he was too afraid that the animal would get his arm too.
More and more of his legs were being pulled into the creature's throat, its tongue spreading saliva over them before they drawn into the tight passage. He glanced back at the beast only to see that it was taking tiny steps forward as it swallowed him. With each step a bit more of him disappeared into those jaws.
Oddly coloured fruit, his mind persisted. Shut up, he told his mind, but it was quite persistent. Why would being devoured make him think of fruit?
Although Jason's panic-filled mind continued insisting that he could find his salvation in fruit, he couldn't see where it would help in the slightest. Merely holding onto the root he'd found wasn't going to help either, so he pulled on it, trying to pull himself further away. All he gained for his efforts were long scrapes on his hands as the rough bark opened numerous small cuts, each of which bled onto the root.
Another glance backwards and he saw he'd been eaten up to his knees and he could see where his legs were making a bulge in the creature's throat.
The root was quickly becoming too slippery for him to hold on to and he cast about trying to find something else. There was nothing, nothing more he could use to save himself from being eaten, despite a deep, niggling thought about strange fruit.
He twisted his body to looked back at the creature and his eyes met its eyes. Though it stared back without any trace of expression it still seemed to be telling him to give up, to surrender himself to his fate. The beast had nearly worked its way to his waist now and he thought there was little chance of his getting his legs back out now.
Perhaps, the thought came as he stared into the animal's eyes, he could push brace himself against the animal itself. Letting go of the root that was becoming rapidly harder to hold onto anyway, he bent and placed both of his hands on the creature's muzzle, pushing on it.
Something warm and slimy ran along his inner thighs; a started glance revealed it to be the animal's tongue. It explored his flesh and quickly found his now flaccid and retracted penis. At first that tongue probed into the slit that housed his member, but it didn't take long before this was no longer necessary. His penis revealed itself once more, becoming hard under the creature's swirling, caressing tongue.
Even as the beast continued toying with his cock it continued to swallow more and more of him, its powerful throat muscles now all that was necessary for this process. He continued to struggle, but his struggles became weaker, more distracted as the animal toyed with his throbbing, aching cock. Despite the circumstances, he was feeling very aroused, very needy, and as the sensations flowed through his body it was hard to keep his mind on his need to escape.
It was an interesting way of keeping one's prey from escaping, a deep, distant part of his mind thought. The rest of him barely noticed the thought.
As much effort was now going into thrusting against the playful tongue as trying to escape, the erotic sensations almost overwhelming his awareness of the situation. That tongue explored his cock very thoroughly, the tip even dipping into the narrow slit that his length extended from. It was causing sensations that no animal should have been able to cause.
As his crotch entered the animal's mouth he could take it no longer. It felt as though he exploded as he finally achieved his long delayed orgasm and his seed splashed on the roof of the animal's mouth, dripping back onto his flesh. His body became momentarily rigid, even his well-buried legs becoming tense as the orgasm washed through him.
The world seemed to fade for a long, blissful moment free of any cares or worries. And the animal even stopped swallowing him as he experienced his climax. Perhaps he'd become too rigid to swallow?
Then his orgasm's afterglow washed over him, a feeling of relaxation overcoming him despite his efforts to stay tense. For a brief moment he simply could not get his body to respond well enough to fight against his consumption and the beast took rapid advantage of this, swallowing him eagerly. By the time he had recovered it was too late, his shoulders were already in the animal's maw and he was looking up into its nostrils.
His arms were still free, but he quickly found they lacked the leverage to do anything even remotely helpful. All he could manage was to weakly flail at the beast.
Its tongue, meanwhile, explored his muzzle as it was pulled between the frightful looking jaws. The teeth looked more imposing than ever from so close up and its tongue slipped between his lips and met with his own tongue in a hideous parody of a french kiss. He could taste its saliva as he tried to push its tongue away with his own.
Then his head slid into its throat and the last visible daylight disappeared as its teeth receded from him once more. He could feel the throat muscles crushing down on him, squeezing him. Paradoxically, it was an almost gentle sensation, insufficient to cause any actual pain or injury. He was been crushed just hard enough to know he was being crushed and no more.
Only moments later he reached the animal's stomach, his arms trailing behind the rest of him. It was a tight space and its stomach walls were tight against his flesh. Much of the rest of the stomach's volume was filled with a liquid that sloshed around him. Wherever it touched him it stung just enough that he knew it was there, but not enough for it to be anything more than mildly unpleasant. The amount of fluid was slowly increasing, filling up an increasing amount of the space around him.
Time passed. Minutes seemed to become hours as he could do nothing but listen to the animal's heartbeat and feel its stomach pulse with its breath. There was plenty of time for him to consider his fate and to think about what he had just experienced. The odd fruit played up once more in his mind, though it no longer had the urgency that it'd had before he'd been eaten.
How could he possibly fit in the creature's stomach? It hadn't been that much larger than he was so there was no way he should have been able to fit. For that matter, the fluid that he had presumed to be digestive acid seemed unable to do more than, perhaps, give him a mild rash. Or possibly drown him if it didn't stop filling the stomach.
If the creature wasn't going to actually digest him then what was going to happen?
It wasn't long after that that his consciousness faded. He made no effort to fight this as he couldn't see the consequences behind any worse than the tedium he was already experiencing. Besides, being eaten made everything else seem rather more tame.
What happened next was the most unexpected of all. He woke up in the small bedroom he'd been provided. He quickly patted himself down looking for injuries, but even the cuts on his hands and the scratches by the animal's teeth had vanished. He was alive and unharmed and he could not think how that could possibly be.
Then, as he was looking around the room, it came to him: he was in a virtual reality setting. It was such a realistic experience that he'd forgotten this. How could he have forgotten? His virtual body wasn't even remotely human!
But it felt no less real than the real world. In some ways it actually felt more real.
He would have to repeat the experience and others besides. Next time he would remember that it wasn't real, that there was no real danger. Without the mind-numbing panic and desperation, he just knew the experience would be exhilarating.