Jected - Part 2

Story by FursTheWord on SoFurry

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#2 of Jected

The second part to my story called Jected.

From what you know so far, it is set in a post-apocalyptic futuristic world where people are able to place themselves into virtual environments called a Ject.

P.S.- On a side note, I can't figure out how I formatted the last submission of this series, so this will be how it will look for now. Sorry.


"Download Complete" blinked in front of Smith's field of vision. He closed his eyes and let the Ject become his reality. He felt the warmth of the sheets under him, the lazily thrown sheet over his lower half, and the pillow... He suddenly realized that his head was not on one of the pillows as he had left it prior to when he logged off earlier.

Not moving and inch, he let the moment of his surprise turn into happiness. It had been a little while since their last encounter and he wanted to prolong the inevitable interaction.

Smith could tell by Honey's breathing and slight snore that he was sleeping. That made Smith wonder how long Honey had been waiting for him. But still, he lay there, nestled in the pit of honeys arm and chest, his head atop of Honeys pectoral. His arm, he didn't care to notice before, was draped over Honey's abdomen, his hand laced with the equines fur. Without thinking, he lightly rubbed where his hand was placed.

"Heh! Stop that!" Honey groaned softly, a low and deep timbre to his voice. His eyes were still closed, but his body jumped ever so slightly in response to the tickle.

"Oh! Sorry 'bout that. I forgot." Smith apologized.

"It's alright." Honey replied. "How are you doing?"

Smith smiled, and then tensed as if attempting to stretch. Then he sighed. "It's... good. My apologies for not being here when you arrived, I had matters to tend to in the real world."

"It's fine. I hope everything is alright. It was nice to just rest for a bit, especially while we are so exposed."

"What? You don't sleep naked?" Smith looked up towards Honey's face.

"No, no! I do, but it's so much different when you're with someone." Honey glanced down at Smith's face.

A moment of silence struck the both of them. As he looked into Smith's eyes, he thought about how cute the young gray-wolf looked lying beside him. A similar thought was running through Smith's mind, about how muscular and mature, as well as how comfortable a pillow the draft horse was.

Honey spoke his mind. "When I opened the door and saw you, and you didn't say anything..." Honey laid his head back down. "It was perfect, actually, to just have personal time with you, without you."

Smith sat up and looked at Honey questioningly, "Uh, you know that sounds insulting, right?"

"I... I'm sorry! That didn't come out the way I thought it would." Honey sat up until he was face to face with the gray-wolf. "What I meant was, just... it's an odd sense of reality to be near someone, even when you know they are not there. Like when someone dies, but you know they're not dead."

"Heh, silly. I'm just joking! I know what you mean." Smith toppled Honey onto his back again, and placed his head in the crook of the equines neck. "You can feel so vulnerable and free here and not have to worry about any death."

"Yeah... something like that. Sorry, I don't mean to be a creep." Honey apologized.

"Oh, be quiet!" Smith lifted his head, placed it in front of Honey's muzzle, and stole a kiss.

The kiss surprised Honey, but the equine immediately melted into it. With their lips locked together Honey embraced the gray wolf with one arm, pushed himself to a sitting position with the other, and draped his legs off the bed so his feet touched the floor. Smith's legs trailed around the back of the horse. In this position they could both feel that their nether regions were snugly entrapped between each other, the canines scrotum nestled on top of the draft horses.

"What do you have in mind?" Smith asked, breaking the kiss.

Honey smiled, "Oh, I was thinking we could get a little wet." Smith chortled, wrapped his arms around Honey, and rested his head on the equines shoulder.

Then, as Honey stood up, the gray wolf tightly wrapped his legs around the draft horse's waist. Due to their slight size difference, Honey also re-positioned his arm underneath the canine's fluffy bottom for better leverage.

Honey walked across the room and out through the bedroom door. He walked down the hall and as he opened the door to the bathroom, he said, "I figured there was a reason this was running. However, I'm feeling more for a Jacuzzi, how about you?"

Not breaking his embrace from the equine, Smith replied, "Whatever is to your desire."

"Yes, I think so. I'm changing it to a Jacuzzi." Honey waved his free hand in front of his face in a particular manner and a bunch of text popped into his field of vision. After sifting through a couple options about this particular Ject, he finally decided on what to change the bathroom to. With a poke to the air in front of him and a swipe in the opposite direction to the one he brought the display up with, the bathroom he was standing in fizzed away only to be replaced by an entirely different one.

In one corner of the room sat a large Jacuzzi tub, big enough to fit two full grown people in, and already half filled with gurgling hot water. Of course, it was specifically designed like this for a particular reason in mind. Honey walked over to the tub, and with one swift swing of his leg stepped right into the tub. Once he swung his other leg in, the gray-wolf gently let him-self down off of the equine and into the water, and together they sat down on one side the tub.

With the gray wolf settled on top of his legs, Honey gently applied water over the tops of their heads using one of his hands as a cup. Letting the horse take control, Smith reveled in the sensation of the water soaking into every fur follicle. Once they were completely wet, Honey maneuvered the canines head to the side to start into another lengthened kiss.

As they kissed, Honey started rubbing up and down Smith's chest and stomach with one hand while the other gently stroked his naughty bits in a playful manner. But as soon as the gray-wolf's sheath start to plump up, Honey stopped his fondling and instead just rested his hand upon the canine's abdomen.

Once again, Smith broke the kiss and looked into Honey's eyes. "Why'd you stop?"

The equine simply replied, "I don't want to rush like we did last time. I want us to last longer."

Smith gave a reluctant smile. "Alright, whatever you wish to do, I'll do."

"Let's just rest here for a little while." And, with that, Honey relaxed his head over the gray-wolfs shoulder, and Smith rested his head against the equines. Together, they meditated on each other's presence for some time.