Trapped in the Simulation

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Part One

In the laboratory…

“So, Wintergreen, are you excited?”

One could have been forgiven for thinking that the goat was a rich purple at first, his curly fur forming almost a mane-like feature around his neck, though it was merely thicker there than it was on his chest, stomach and other parts of his body. However, his face, including his snout, was a softer brown, lightening around his nose, framed by two goat horns that curved backwards. The rest of his body was mostly shades of brown, shifting through the natural colourations of his fur, though his thighs and other points took on that purple shade too. He was, to say the least of it, unique and that was just why they’d wanted to bring him to the laboratory.

Maybe he should have considered that the lab deep in the woods was not what it seemed, though getting in on a computer simulation had been too tempting to miss up. Especially for him, a letter in the post? Sign him up! That there was a great deal of virtual lust, arousal and sex too wrapped up in it was even better for Wintergreen. Who in their right mind would pass that up?

The jaguar leading him smiled pleasantly, a white lab coat flapping around her legs. He started, realising he’d never answered her question.

“Oh — what — yeah!” He rushed his words. “Yeah, I’m really glad to help!”

Wintergreen was more than glad to assist as he was taken into a room set up as if for medical purposes, asked to move, flex, his measurements taken.

The goat blushed a little when his clothes had to come off, but it was private enough there, even with two more scientists, maybe one of them being a technician, entering the room, a fox and a horse, though them being males helped, a little. The jaguar was the one who caught his eye the most, though he didn’t want to be caught staring either.

“Hm…”

The jaguar considered things, consulting a clipboard. The fox shook his head. What was going on?

“It should be fine… His species is just what we’re looking for here.”

Wintergreen blinked.

“What do you mean?”

They ignored him, bypassing the question as if it had never been asked, conversation moving between themselves.

“Yes, yes, a good size for stamina…”

“It should all go very well…”

“We’ll have to keep close tabs on the simulation to succeed.”

The jaguar ran her fingers down his stomach, making him jump, a purr on her lips, whiskers trembling.

“Ah, this will be perfect once everything is set…”

He glanced down. Was she looking at his cock? Well, he supposed she had to, grunting softly in the back of his throat, but otherwise not making another noise to acknowledge her.

“What are your preferences for the setting, Wintergreen? The scene, the species…”

The fox asked the question, though they had to jump in to elaborate, considering his confusion.

“It’s just got to be a wide expanse, no walls,” the horse explained, his black forelock neatly braided and tucked to the side, professionally. “We can do a beach, a valley, somewhere overcast… Whatever you please. And if you want a group in the simulation, there can only be one species with the same collective personality, sex, physique…” He chuckled shortly, lips quivering. “I’m sure you get the gist of it. Do you have any ideas?”

Wintergreen considered, though a fantasy of his fit perfectly. Perhaps a little too perfectly.

“Hm… How about something like…just endless fluffy carpet? That sounds comfy.” Wintergreen stroked the short hair at his chin. “Mountains of pillows, all endless, like you said… And five very muscular, like, totally ripped, anthro Bengal tigers, ladies.”

He blushed. It was hard to be so open. The jaguar gave him an encouraging nod.

“Go on, we want this to be as accurate as possible for you.”

“Alright… Can they be extra fluffy…hyper breasts?” He scuffed his cloven hoof across the floor. “Erm… And have them be very motherly, warm and caring tops. I want to bottom here, definitely.”

“Of course, that shan’t be a concern at all.”

Them acting as if that was perfectly normal at least gave him some boldness. The goat took a deep breath.

“And… Um… Could I have a bigger dick there? Would that be okay?”

The fox and horse chuckled softly, though the jaguar’s smile was softer.

“Anything you like, anything at all, can take place in the simulation. Just give me the sizes!”

So, it seemed to be that a two-foot-long cock and watermelon-sized nuts were to be his, his heart pounding as the goat was led down the hallway, still nude, to a medical bed. That was less like a doctor’s surgery and more like a laboratory, though the bed was still padded. Nodules were stuck to his chest, his temples, his back, even down on his cock and balls — all to monitor Wintergreen’s vital signs, they said.

“When you’re in the simulation, you will experience four hours of sex,” the jaguar explained, though Wintergreen wished, belatedly, that he knew their names to call them if needed. “You will not grow tired and your stamina will not expire. We will monitor everything for the study, of course, and, wherever you need it, there will be a chat interface for you to communicate with us.”

Wintergreen nodded.

“How do I get to the chat?”

“It’ll appear as a hovering text box, all in the simulation, and we’ll be on the other end — but to get to it, all you have to do is say the word “chat” and think intently, really focus on what you want to say, to get through to us. There will be a permanent link to your brain, at all times, for connection and control. We shall ensure all is safe, all communication channels open. Is that all clear?”

Wintergreen smiled, though it was a bit of a shaky one.

“Yeah, I understand. Just nervous. And excited. Both, you know?”

They chuckled. They’d heard it before, for he was not the first that they had had in to test.

“Of course. Now, relax and count to ten…”

A mask was placed over his face, allowing him to breathe in the gas that would render him unconscious. It was safe, perfectly so, though it was still a strange feeling for Wintergreen to slip away, down and down and down, as if he was falling and yet still in place.

With Wintergreen asleep, they could get into the meat of what was going to happen, for the poor goat was not as clued up on things as he might have thought. With the goat out for the count, the bed could be wheeled into the true collection chamber, where everything got a little more technical and sexual. There were no others in there, though it was set up so that four bound victims could be always laid out, standing upright in the bondage of metal bands, which would keep them strapped to upright tables. Wintergreen was swiftly transferred, the interns rushing in to do that job, a little shy of the naked fur that they were handling.

“Oof…”

“Right, let’s go over this shall we?”

The jaguar stood tall, back to business, a little less cheery and comforting now that Wintergreen was out. After all, they had more important things to deal with than a pleasure simulation. That was, however, all the goat thought it was, but his cum had far more importance to them than even he could have realised.

“The pod will be here shortly and the others that are already in their versions of the simulation will join him here shortly. Ensure that he is raised adequately high enough into the wall slots so that we can see everything with him for the experiment.”

She paused, eyeing up her notes.

“Sam?”

That was one of the interns, a skittish looking fennec fox who was barely five foot tall. He jumped to attention.

“Ah — yes! Yes, I’m here?”

“See to it that the implants are made to his stomach and arteries to provide nutrition. With changing his brain and DNA to produce non-stop cum, we will need more than one this time. Once the four-hour mark has passed, the changes in his brain will make it impossible for him to wake up.”

“And after the four-hour mark?”

The fox pushed glasses that had not been there before back up his nose, lips pursing.

“Hm…” He said. “We will need to sharply increase the simulation for this one after the four-hour mark. Consider the pleasure sensitivity level… This needs to be at its theoretical limit. He needs to be so sensitive that even a light breeze will get him orgasming. At that point too, we can tap into his fantasies, the ones the interns dug up online, turning the tigers into futas with, say…” He checked the notes again. “… Four-foot-long horse cocks, shall we go with? These will be perfect to impale the goat in the simulation and keep him in place, increasing his stimulation.”

The jaguar chuckled and turned a page in her notes, paper dangling off the top of her clipboard.

“It’s a lot to consider, isn’t it? But he will be the crème de la crème of our experiment.”

“Absolutely,” the fox said. “But…make the futas have bigger balls too, as big as their breasts. I think our goat has a thing for hypers.”

They ran through more, setting the futas, when made, to constantly ejaculate, even if it was premature, making sure that his stimulation would be overdone and set to last. One of the interns, a quiet looking snow leopard with large, round glasses, peered up at Wintergreen as he was hoisted into full place up on the wall, his shaft hardening, a tube to cover his cock, to milk him of his cum.

“Uh… And he’ll be okay up there?” She asked, though she didn’t really think that anyone would answer her. “He looks like he’ll need it…”

The jaguar laughed, squeezing her shoulder, though her enjoyment of it all shone through. She wasn’t there purely for the science of it, after all.

“Of course, he will be! He’ll have the futa tigers of his dreams constantly ejaculating, filling and covering him, so that he can never get away from being stimulated. They’ll even lactate all the time too, we can make it the tastiest thing ever to him.”

Her eyes misted over, a little breathy as if she might not have minded being in the simulation herself too.

“In fact, he’ll constantly be craving sex, a haze upon him in there. He’ll never be able to think clearly again and we’ll be able to even improve the depth of his immersion with the sparkle sensation. He’ll think he’s in the dream — for the rest of his life in there! Keeping him at optimal stimulation will be a breeze!”

The snow leopard did not quite understand but she still, dutifully made notes as they went through what would be needed. Setting the tigers to motherly attitudes, pulling again from Wintergreen’s less than secret online fantasies, coddling and softening around him, even drawing on his fetish for extremely long tongues, saliva output ramped up to the maximum possible. He’d always be drooling and, well, if there was any resistance when they ramped it up after the four-hour mark, the option to increase the number of highly promiscuous tigers was always there. In short, they already had everything planned out.

The jaguar smirked, debriefing them all, everything as planned. And the interns that were ever so slightly dubious of what could or could not come to pass, well, they would learn. Going over the details of what was to be done would mean that those in charge wouldn’t have to tweak or tinker with the simulation later, merely leaving it to run and run while they collected all they needed from Wintergreen.

“Um…”

The snow leopard curled her tail around herself, not able to help it.

“Why…” She struggled to find her words. “This about a four-hour mark… I don’t see why this is needed. If he’s consented, why don’t you just set his pleasure at the maximum, to get the most…semen from him immediately? The pod will keep him safe, as you said. There’s surely nothing to worry about here?”

The lead on the technical side, however, was not the jaguar but a red fox with a canny smile and a large pair of breasts that begged the eye and attention. It was not her fault that they swelled out the front of her lab coat so much, buttons straining.

“A good question,” the fox, Andrea, said, for everyone knew who she was — it was her creation, after all. “His brain must be tricked into constantly ejaculating — we can’t just start with that or it will not work, simply put. For the extreme semen output that the government requires of individuals like him, the four hours of normal sex before control is secured fully are required for optimal results. There would be no use for him if he could not be used to be milked in the end, a waste of an experiment and a body.”

The snow leopard chewed at her lip.

“I guess that makes sense… But…” She glanced to the side where other goats were being wheeled in, unconscious, all to fill the other slots on the wall, their bodies all quite like Wintergreen’s. “Why is it just this species of goat that we’re recruiting? Is this normal?”

“Ahhh, now that is very interesting…”

Andrea the fox licked her lips, a sly look crossing her muzzle. If one blinked, they would have missed it.

“Yes… It is their semen composition, dear. The protein is highly coveted and, sadly, it cannot be synthetically produced. This is of utmost importance in cellular regeneration, preventing ageing. Secondly, that ageing slowing down, even to a halt, is also applied to the goats we are farming in the process, keeping them cumming for as long as possible, extending their lives. Maybe even indefinitely? We’ll see!”

She clapped her paws together, making the interns, who were still a little on the fresh and jittery side, jump.

“If there is a single moment that that goat doesn’t have his dick in a mouth or vagina, or a cock in him later, you will all feel my wrath!”

She was not to be trifled with, eyes burning, flashing, her hair wilder where it spilt down the back of her neck in a flurry of auburn curls. She flung a hand up to Wintergreen as if he was a trophy on display, his body primed and prepped.

“I don’t even care if his dick is in their breasts, that they have their futa cocks in him later… As long as he’s having sex, I will be satisfied. This experiment must be a success. Failure is not an option.”

She calmed a little, smoothing down the front of her lab coat while some of the more experienced scientists rolled their eyes. Andrea could, at least sometimes, be a little on the dramatic side. But she got the work done and done well too. There was a reason that she was at the front of her field.

“The tigers may be left in the simulation on autopilot after four hours without being manned. But it must be programmed so that more and more tigers appear if he resists later, for we cannot foresee all possibilities. Any resistance at all will be stamped out immediately.”

With that said, the interns assisted while a raised platform allowed the scientists access to Wintergreen. A pod would seal over him, once they were done, needles sliding into the muscle of his arms and thighs, stamina and stability to his body of the utmost importance. He would be healthy and thrive, even if he would never wake up again. The metal bands secured him in unlockable bondage, his head kept comfortably up too, even his tail pinned into place. His cock was secured and locked into the milking tube, which would collect his cum, his balls left accessible in case they needed to do any work on them in the future, though measurements were collected at the point before the simulation began.

Yet Andrea herself administered the final injection with bated breath, eyes alight, glinting with wicked glee. She only wished that she could see the light of life and vitality fade from his eyes as she took away his mental capabilities. The brain-damaging drug would aid in his immersion, taking him from the reality he’d known, breaking his connection to the waking world, while raising his lust to untold levels. It was the perfect concoction. Of course, it was of her own design.

“Sleep tight,” she hissed, licking her lips. “I look forward to seeing how productive you shall be for me.”

She couldn’t be happier to be able to put her dreams into action, even if Wintergreen would never again experience the life he had led. Some victims had to come forth, after all, if she was to succeed, everyone already congratulating themselves, every goat that was required now captured for their study, research and paid production.

Everything was coming together.

Now all that was left was to begin the simulation.

 

Part Two

Wintergreen’s perspective, within the simulation.

I blinked awake, not as sluggish nor as drowsy as I’d thought. Wow, that was some technology there! What a big deal to be a part of it!

Everything was as I’d asked, though everything seemed to be in pastel hues, soft shades stretching out into the distance, where it faded to a soft white. I knew that I could run in any direction on cloven hooves and find only pillows and soft carpeting, though the flooring was not as stable as I’d thought it would be.

I shivered. That would probably make it even better for sex.

“Hello, sweetie, are you ready for momma to take care of you?”

My breath caught, stumbling back, but my huge cock, two feet long, throbbed before me. The tigress was beautiful, larger and taller than me, her breasts four feet across, huge and wobbling with the slightest shift of her body. Her nipples too were huge, but my hungry eyes didn’t know where to go, devouring her with my eyes.

“Come here, honey-boy,” she crooned, dropping to her knees, though more and more tigers appeared behind her, as if from nowhere. “Poor thing, your balls aren’t empty… Let your mommy fix that for you.”

They were dominant, crowding in from all sides, though it felt very real to me, as if I was there. There was no difference between the sensations in the simulation and the real world, blurring the lines between them, my body a toy to be used as the hyper tigers of my dreams swarmed me.

“Baby boy, let me drain your balls!”

Her mouth enveloped my nuts, every one of them with russet, orange hair that matched their fur, though all sensible thought left me head. God, that felt good, her rough tongue stroking my cock… But it was so long! It just seemed to keep going and going, wrapping around my cock, my balls, swallowing down that huge length as if it was nothing at all.

“Ohhh, oh, fuck!”

I cried out, giving in to it, one moment fading into the next, though I was aware of ejaculating — did that mean that I was climaxing outside the simulation too? I didn’t know, didn’t care, lost in the moment, drifting and fading, thrusting over the tigress’ head as she took down my cock.

One orgasm, two orgasms, three, my lips closing over the nipples of other tiger’s, sucking on them, drinking down their milk, suckling fervently. The sweet, warm cream spilt down my lips and marked my chest and yet it was the most sensual feeling that I could ever have imagined. How could that wetness feel so damn good? Damn, they were really good with the simulation, it had to be!

But it was too good for me to worry about, an escape from reality in the truest sense of the word, fucking the tigers in every position possible, my shaft throbbing, aching, yet I never seemed to be without someone to fuck. There were times where I would have liked to lie back on the pillows and soft, fluffy carpeting, to relax a bit, but there was always a pussy on my shaft or a mouth. They lusted for me as much as I wanted them! They drooled constantly, saliva spilling forth around their long tongues, though the tigresses didn’t have any trouble at all moaning out my name, coddling me, cuddling me in against their massive breasts.

“Mmmm…”

“Yeah, that’s right, good boy,” they crooned, almost speaking as one. “Your mommas are going to make you feel so much better.”

I had to do it, had to trust them. They were so sweet to me, cuddling me as I fucked one in missionary, my face pressed between their tits. Every tiger was the same, their bodies letting me explore the reach and limits of them, tails curling around my body, tickling my large nuts. My balls ached and throbbed and I growled in the back of my throat, a tiger’s hot pussy pressed to my lips, though my attention was mostly focused on the holes I was filling.

One after the other. A tiger momma moaned as she rode me, bouncing on my cock cowgirl-style, another cradling my head, letting me relax back. Was that where the relaxation of it was to come? She kissed me deeply, my tongue longer too, tangling together, moaning, lewdly slurping, wanting so much more.

Yet that more was to come too as I cried out, lust muffled, body aching through another orgasm. In there, time didn’t seem to have any meaning, one moment skipping to the next, leaving me scrabbling, trying to work out how I got from one scene and moment to the next. It was like seeing my own life playing out on a screen before me, snapshots of the best bits, though I was present in every moment, my skin tingling, every throb and pulse of my cock demanding more.

I couldn’t stop fucking them, filling hole after hole. When I tried to take a rest and a break in a pile of pillows, a tigress piled them up high for me, letting me be muffled between so many pairs of breasts too that I could not see.

Someone’s mouth was around my cock, lapping and slurping, teasing, drool splattering over my crotch. Oh, hell, that felt too good…

“Drink up, baby, momma got plenty of milk for you.”

And, so, he did, swallowing down their milk, their thick cream making me struggle to fit even a single fat nipple into my mouth. They were so big, so lustful, bodies wobbling around me, losing myself to them. It was not as if, anyway, that I’d ever want to be found there.

Others massaged my nuts, caressing my balls, adoring them with their long, dripping tongues. They were in control and yet I still felt worshipped, the most important one there, on the bottom but happily so. My body was theirs to do with as they willed and I submitted willingly. Who wouldn’t have in the face of such kinky passion, after all? I wanted their caresses, their sloppy tongues swirling around, my body and fur damp, though not in an unpleasant way at all. I wanted to enjoy it and they helped me relieve tension from my muscles, drinking from nipple after nipple even while my cock was serviced by pussy after pussy after mouth after mouth.

Cowgirl. Missionary. Doggystyle. My hips slapped into a tiger’s thick rump as I pounded her, her cries resounding, begging me to go harder.

“Yes, yes!” She moaned. “Fuck mommy, take me!”

That they were in charge was not in question, even as I relished in the moment, slamming in, pounding in, her flesh wobbling, the taste of milk in my mouth even as saliva spilt over.

“We’ll take care of you,” they murmured, stroking my head, feeding me more and more milk, flowing messily down my face. “Don’t worry about anything, sweet boy… We’ve always got you, always.”

I knew I was safe there, though whenever I tried to change position or draw out of a tiger, there was always another to ensure that I didn’t have to go without. Drawing out after filling that tiger doggystyle, grunting thickly, I felt back, only to be pounced, rolled onto my side, another tigress facing me as my cock filled her.

“Ohhhh, yes!”

I cried out, ejaculating near-instantly, though that didn’t seem right. I shouldn’t have cum that quickly, but it was a simulation, after all, and they had said something about my stamina. Maybe that was part of it? Regardless of what I wanted or needed, there was always a lusty hole to fuck, a tight pussy squeezing around me, milking me of my cum as they milked their breasts over my muzzle, into my mouth.

Damn… Could anything have been hotter? They sandwiched my cock between their breasts, though they could not lap it while his dick was softly clad between them, so large were their tits. That didn’t matter, however, not even as they took the liberty of sealing my shaft into their actual breasts, just the one, even while I tried to draw out of a spurting, drooling boobjob.

It took me a moment to realise what was happening, pleasure crashing over me, the air of sexuality in the soft, plush environment enough to drown me.

“Ah… What?”

I shuddered. Ohhhh, that was right but so very wrong, lost in the moment as I fucked the tiger’s tit, rampantly, harder and faster. I couldn’t stop, grunting and groaning, crying out again and again until orgasm overtook me.

My moans rose as she tit-fucked me, though not in the way that I had envisioned, even hotter, so kinkier, no one letting me go without as my balls were massaged, sucked on, so wet, oh so very much so… Damn, how I needed it, though the wet splatters of drool were something that made it all the better for me, French kissing any of the tigresses that allowed me to while their tits were not in my mouth too.

I might well have been the luckiest guy or goat alive, swamped in a sea of sex, licking my lips, moaning, whimpering, zipping from position to position, spooning a tiger, cramming into their throat, even pounding a tail hole when I thought that I might have needed a break. They showed me, through the simulation, that I was capable of so much more than I’d thought, building up and up to the point where my orgasm didn’t seem to end.

Oh… Oh, that was it. That was what I’d been looking for, what I needed, moaning, whimpering, grunting, groaning. I greedily caressed their huge tits, their hips, their arses, all while my balls were sucked on, two tigresses at a time, at the very least, pleasing them. I found myself halfway up a huge pile of pillows fucking a tiger raw as my “mommy” cried out what a good job I was doing, soothing me, encouraging me softly to continue.

I didn’t know how long I’d been in there for, but, even then, I didn’t want to leave.

Not yet.

Not quite yet.

Please?

 

Part Three

Back outside the simulation…

“Right… Are we all clear?”

Only the scientists were left, the jaguar, the male fox and the horse, along with Andrea the vixen, of course, as the scientific lead. Her dark-tipped ears quivered. The simulation results so far were promising, even more so than the others. The coming days would tell whether he would surpass her wildest expectations of the little goat Wintergreen.

“What are you having for dinner?”

“Oooh, pork chop! My husband is getting it out of the freezer for me!”

It was all a normal day at work for them, chit-chatting, packing up for the day. Nearly four hours had passed and the simulation was going beautifully.

“Oh, hang on…”

The jaguar paused at the computer, tapping a few keys, bringing up his mental function.

“Can’t have his brain recovering, even after the injection… Wintergreen is a strong one.”

Andrea grinned.

“I know! Isn’t it perfect?”

Indeed, it was, even if Wintergreen may not have agreed. The jaguar took charge, setting off the sequence that would damage his brain from within the simulation too, from the inside out, securing him in a state of sleep from which he would never wake up from. He would be technically alive still, though he’d signed away all his rights anyway in his contract. No one ever read those.

“We have room for more now.”

The pod had sealed over Wintergreen, leaving him in a sort of half bubble placed upon the wall, though the pods that the others were in too could be adjusted and moved, making room for more. They only needed him and his body to be accessible while they were setting everything up. After that, everything would run smoothly, with no trouble at all. At least, that had always been the case before.

Six other goats in total had joined him, on the highest tier of the farming room, where they could all be observed. Though no one would want to, not as their seed was farmed and collected, packing up for the day, saying their goodbyes.

The snow leopard intern, however, was too hasty when she hustled on her way. The control panel for Wintergreen’s pod, raised near the ceiling of the observation room, was a little low, and she just caught her hip on it, a light changing from red to green.

No one noticed. But it wouldn’t make any difference, not in the long run. It would only serve to make their experiment all the better for it.

Yet that switch turned all settings to the max, when the four-hour mark finally came, of course. If he resisted, everything would spiral out of control, everything quashed before the might of the simulation. Nothing would be off-limits, a small screen depicting more and more “tiger shapes” in green on a black digital background appearing, some growing, some with huge breasts, others with huge cocks jutting from them.

More and more digital green tigers, the outlines of them, filled the control screen until there was no room for them to multiply anymore, though the code had already been set and sent. There was no turning back the tiger spawn rate after resistance, if there was resistance, but the warning that popped up to note that the experimental feature of unlimited spawning could corrupt the simulation had no one there to heed it. No one knew that hyper anatomy too could render the simulation corrupt, though the end details of that were yet to be seen.

“Oh!”

There was always something to do and the fox, chuckling a little as he put his glasses away, popped back into the room, his vision a little blurry but more than enough to see what he was doing. All he had to do was to set the body change for after the four-hour mark and he’d be good to go. Where it had been programmed in, it had not been set to change, which was what needed to be manually done. They still liked them to have manual control over the experiments, as laughable as that was.

“Wouldn’t want to get Andrea’s knickers in a twist now, would I?”

It would have been a shame indeed if he’d forgotten to set the futa tigers to grow horse cocks, thick, throbbing members that were always dripping and drooling, wouldn’t it? Andrea might have forgotten if everything else went well, but he didn’t want to be in the firing line for anything, oh no. Not at all, not in the slightest.

Yet he was not paying enough attention to realise that things had changed, drastically so, that the simulation was no longer under their control as he hummed a tune, leaving the building for the weekend. The goat would be safe where he was, but things would never be the same again.

*

Inside the simulation…

I panted, lying flat out on a bed of breasts, a long tongue curling around my balls, sucked on and kissed, adored in every way.

“Let momma look after you,” they crooned, a mass of female flesh, breasts dangling above me. “Ohhh, you’re such a good boy for mommy, aren’t you?”

I shouldn’t have loved how they baby talked me so much, yet it made my cock harder, drooling all the time, though that was pre-cum. All I needed to do as I played with their dangling breasts, sucking on nipples, feeling small and strong at the same time, was to adore them, to enjoy them. Everything was simple in there, moaning, my cock plunged into a pussy, the pillows so very soft under me.

And then it hit me as if a truck had actually run into me, my whole world tilting askew, dizziness swarming me. What was happening? What was wrong? Pink sparkles flittered into view, filling my vision, everything tinted pink, so very pink! What was that all about? Was something wrong with the simulation?

But I didn’t have any time to question it as my cock jetted off immediately in my strongest orgasm yet, cum pouring forth, ploughing into the pussy of my current partner, the tiger moaning, groping her own breasts.

“Oh, yes, good boy, fill mommy up!”

Her encouragement had me thrusting as if there was nothing else left for me, warmth spreading through my body as I whimpered, breath tight in my chest, throat feeling as if it was closing up. It was too good, all of it, the pleasure turning up tenfold, even when I’d before thought that things could not possibly have felt any better.

What was happening to me? It was like what I imagined being on drugs was like, trippy, dream-like, the world no longer making sense to me. They drooled around me and I couldn’t stop saliva spilling out of my mouth either, no matter how much I licked at my own mouth and muzzle. None of that saliva, however, stopped the tigresses from talking through it.

“Yes, honey, take momma.”

“Let momma show you what a good boy you’ve been and drain those balls…”

“You’re the best boy for mommy now, aren’t you?”

“We’ll look after you.”

“Make you cum, over and over again.”

“You’ll never want for anything ever again, sweetheart.”

“Never again.”

“Never again.”

So much drooling, saliva slopping down their faces, the pillow mound under me cascading down to drop him back on the carpet, some of the tigers stepping back, groaning, humping, gyrating. I cried out, trying to scramble back as drool splattered down my chest, my long tongue hanging out, eyes wide with worry.

“What’s wrong?”

But they would not answer me, not as huge horse cocks pushed from their crotches, heavy balls swelling and falling into the sacks blossoming below them. They were pure, smooth black, skin moving softly behind the medial ring, my heart pounding, though something wasn’t right, something was wrong, so very wrong.

Out and out and out they grew, huge spires of cock-flesh that begged attention. I drooled more and more, unable to stop myself, their tits and balls about the same size, though not all of them became futas. Their cocks twitched and drooled, already climaxing, though they were wet and glistening, my pink vision seeming to draw me in towards them.

“Come give mommy a kiss, honey,” they crooned, cocks wobbling, flat tips pointing at me, already flaring, though they did not retract even after that first, splashing orgasm. “We want you so badly… Come fill us, fuck us…”

They came for me as I hissed and leapt away, lust and need in conflict with each other. My cock, for once, was free of a pussy or mouth or paws or tongue, and that let me think a little more clearly, even if not very much. Though it was hard to see much at all as even my heaving breaths had my cock harder than ever and drooling thickly.

Oh, I needed to fuck… But I had to work out what was coming first, what was happening.

“What the hell?”

It was wrong, so very wrong, even though it tickled every last one of my needs. It had all been designed for me, of course, though it was only then that my heart pounded and I felt as if I should have been sweating with fear. Something was wrong and I needed to get out.

How long had I been in there? It had to be somewhere near those four hours… They’d said I would be in there for four hours, but it had not been four hours yet.

I ran, fleeing as my cloven hooves sank into the soft carpeting, everything fluffy, everything pink, soft, so very soft. Diving into one of the many towering mounds of pillows, he hid from the tigers, heart pounding, the tigresses, female and futa, outside moaning aggressively.

“Come out, honey.”

“We need to drain your balls.”

“A poor boy needs his balls emptied.”

“You don’t want to keep us waiting…”

They shrieked and roared as their cocks moved into cumming non-stop, something that I could only see from peering out between a crack in the cushions. Fumbling, I cursed under my breath, more and more tigers appearing from nowhere, some of them the futas, others as I’d seen them, though their tits seemed larger too, wobbling, begging my eye, my attention, the throbbing thickness of my aching member. Oh, every part of me wanted to fuck them, to take them, even though I wanted to find out what was going on too, their dicks fountaining out cum and breasts dripping, pumping out milk.

“Oh, god…”

So much drool, saliva splattering, pouring even more thickly from my mouth than before so that I couldn’t even close my mouth. I didn’t want to think about it, not even as I tried to close my mouth, not even managing it as I was forced to leave my tongue slopping out, dangling, playfully wiggling back and forth. I liked the feel of it, even as my heart skipped a beat, need pumping through.

Oh, it would have been so easy to forget my need, fear ruling, panting, heaving, my mind wavering. Maybe I could give in to it, forget everything. If they’d set me in the simulation, after all, it had to be safe…didn’t it?

“Mmmmph?”

I groaned, trying to talk, struggling around my tongue, the drool, my front coated in it. But I didn’t want to even think about how good all of that felt pouring down my chest and cock, teasing my throbbing, dripping length.

“Chat… Chat! Chatchatchat!”

I had to get them to me! The chat window popped up, as they’d said, but…no, that wasn’t right! All I could see was some kind of development console, a controller unit, though the little pictures of tigers on it didn’t mean any more to me than what I already knew. Fear clutched at me, my body trembling, balls churning, a piece of paper left out that looked something like a report.

“Hello! Ish anyone thhhere?”

I fought with my tongue, though talking had not been difficult with the increased saliva earlier, panic fluttering, snarling, as much as I tried to force it down. The paper — what was it? Why wasn’t anyone there? They’d said that all I had to do was to contact them!

A light flashed on the console, though I would never know what it meant.

The report…

Subject seven is surpassing expectations. Set to full immersion past four hours, no end to simulation. Tigers set to multiple if resistance is encountered, subject not to stop cumming. Endless ejaculation.

I couldn’t read any more, gasping, howling, heaving, sure that the tigers were going to find me at any time. Endless ejaculation? No end to simulation? No, no, no — that wasn’t what it was all meant to be about!

Yet all was wrong with my world and there was no escaping from it as I tried to take in more of the report, my pink vision and sparkles getting in the way. The light flashed and flashed and flashed — and there was no going back.

Four hours. Four hours had finally passed and everything changed, my balls ballooning out, larger and larger, my mind seeming to slow down. As much as I fought to cling to my reality, the headspace that I had inhabited, everything seemed dull and slow and thick, like forcing my way through a sea of thick cream.

I moaned. Oh, that would be good, a sea of milky cream, cum and milk, everything flowing around me. I could drink it and swallow it down and everything would be good. I didn’t need to think about anything, my balls huge, big enough to rub on the floor, though even that stimulation was too much, everything out of control, though my mind didn’t much care anymore.

Why was I worrying so much? Everything was pink and good and felt so damn good! My cock looked so good, so thick, so meaty. Without thinking, I pumped it between my hands, drool splattering over it, lusting for it.

“No!”

No, I couldn’t do that — I was getting cock dumb! And, still, the tigers were closing in, crowding outside, giving me no space, no room, my dick more and more equine like. It was not as large as those of the tigers’, though that was not up to me, balls large enough for me to sit on, soft and squashy, churning with cum. Outside, the tigers cackled maniacally, laughing, belting it out, preluded by a sea of cum, fountaining out of their huge dicks, spilling it out everywhere.