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A Simulation of Culture

For Dreixes

By Draconicon

MMOs weren't the only thing that Charlene used her VR kit for, though it was the big one. However, there were other useful applications, such as learning how to do different tasks, or, as she was going to experience today, how to fit in with other cultures.

The alligator grunted as she tugged at the full-body latex suit, dragging it over her wide hips and forcing her dick down between her legs. The thing was already half-stiff in anticipation for this particular session, not that she could blame it. From everything that she'd heard about this program, she was going to get one hell of an 'education' today.

Introduction to Dimash Society, she thought, looking down at the screen that the VR set connected to. Never a bad idea to get to know the culture of the place you're going to, I guess...

That was her excuse for buying it rather than pirating it. She'd won a vacation to this weird place off at the end of the world, but she didn't know anything about it. The only things that the alligator had heard about it was that it was a sexual resort beyond compare, and that there was a great deal of freedom for people to be true to themselves there. She somehow doubted that it was as good as the virtual stuff that she was used to, but hey. Never hurt to have some fun IRL rather than in the virtual world.

She sat down in her gaming chair, stretching out her legs. As an alligator, she was already somewhat chunkier and more muscular than the average female, but she still had the hips and the chest to show off. Running her hands up her front, she adjusted her breasts in the latex suit, feeling the nanites built in already tingling against her scales as they started interfacing with her nerves.

"We good, computer?"

"We all good, Charlene."

Chuckling at the mods that she'd installed to the computer's natural assistant program, she leaned her head back against the top of her chair. A helmet came down, the usual interface visor sealing to the sides of her head and covering her eyes. The alligator took a moment to stretch her neck a couple of times, flexing her fingers and cracking her knuckles before she nodded at the screen.

"Initiate simulation."

"Initiating Introduction to Dimash Society."

The visor went black, the suit tightened around her, and Charlene hissed as she felt the slight shock running up and down her spine. The connection to the real world deadened, her nerves ceasing to feed her the information that she was seated in a chair. The nanites got rid of everything that was the real world, cutting off her connection. It was like a dip into a sensory deprivation chamber, except that it only cut out the things that were real, and started feeding her a different sort of feeling afterward.

She felt...naked, and more, like she was floating. Not like she was floating in a bath, but just floating in general. She bobbed up and down in darkness, her eyes blank, her arms not restrained or resting, but out at the sides.

In her head, she knew that wasn't the case. She knew for a fact that she was sitting in her gaming chair, no different than she had done a hundred other times while running around in a game on the online servers. But the VR kit was very, very good at making sure that she felt like she was in a different world, and it was only her foreknowledge that she wasn't that kept her from believing that she was floating through the dark emptiness of the abyss right then and there.

Suddenly, a series of words flashed into existence. Very dramatically, too, big and white and whooshing into being in the darkness. They floated before her, bobbing up and down like something from the start menu of a game.

Character Selection. Full Creation or Quick Creation? (based off of body scan)

Charlene tapped the second option, and she felt the various nanites that covered her through her suit running up and down her body. They tickled their way between her toes, ran between her legs, stimulated her cock and balls before moving down and between her ass cheeks. As they ran down her tail and up between her breasts, a green-yellow light started to shine at her side. She imagined that they were building her an avatar. No real hopes there; they were often a bit sub-par, but she was sure that she could make it -

"Jesus fuck..."

Okay, whoever was running the scanning and imaging software out in Dimash needed to get on the modding scene now, because it was the best avatar of herself that she'd ever seen without fucking with the avatar personally. She stared at the recreation of herself, down to the thick gut - not fat, but thicker in the middle, as a proper alligator should be - and the beer-can cock that stuck out from between her legs. Her breasts were good and heavy, like the typical swamp matron, and her hips were the sort that would knock someone over with a good sway. A good heavy, ridged tail hung out over her ass...

She leaned down, as far as she could, and saw that she was a proper herm back there, too. All was right with the world.

"Fucking hell...Well, I'm already rating this thing a winner..."

She approved the avatar, and another option popped in.

Please choose Dom or Sub.

"Heh, getting right into it, are we?"

Charlene shook her head, tapping the button for a dom. Though she hadn't heard much about the country, she knew that it had a reputation for being very, very different compared to the average nation out there. There was more sexuality there, unsurprising for the sex tourism talk that she'd heard about it, but it wasn't just a country of whores. It was more...

Well, she'd figure it out, she supposed. That was the point of the program.

As soon as she picked 'dom', the words faded and were replaced by another set, and she blinked at the long list.

_Please choose your dominant type from the following list, or choose nothing for General:

Pro-Dom

Manager Dom

Enforcer Dom

Sergeant Dom

Agent Dom

Director Dom

Pleasure Dom

Fixer Dom

Harem Dom

Spymaster Dom_

Charlene's eyes widened at the extensive list of different terms, to the point where she hoped that there was some sort of tooltip to tell her just what she was getting into. There hadn't exactly been an instruction manual PDF or anything with the download. She hovered her fingers over the different terms -

There it was. The Pro-Dom was, apparently, a teacher of other dominants, someone that made sure that they were educated in what domination actually was. Lowering her finger by a level, Manager Dom was defined as basically someone that took in a series of submissives and kept them focused on labor and work tasks. Basically, doing the job of a manager in a restaurant or in retail.

They incorporate it into everything?

Apparently, because going further down, she found out that the Enforcer Dom was basically a sexualized police officer, except that instead of forcing someone down on the ground by a gun or some other weapon, they were trained to use their natural domination to get someone to listen to them. They talked someone down, apparently, but not always gently. According to the tip, they worked in 'packs' of four to eight Enforcers under a Sergeant Dom, who ran that particular task squad.

Sergeant Doms weren't limited to that, either. They also worked with subs that were known as Peacekeepers, and could either run a squad of Enforcers, or a squad of Peacekeepers, depending on just what kind of specialty that the Sergeant had.

And that was just the start of the list. She could have picked any of those and been happy, she was sure. Well, most any of them; she wasn't sure that she would have been that happy as an Agent Dom, but who knew? She might have surprised herself.

Manager Dom was basically what she did on her servers with the different players that she worked with, so that would probably be what she ended up being when she actually got to Dimash, but for the moment, she was rather curious about the other roles. Considering that she might not get a chance to try them in the country, she figured she might as well experiment.

The part of her that loved to play games for the intention of breaking them, of seeing what she could do to make her character utterly broken, was already trying to push her to choose something like Harem Dom, to see if there was something like a summoner glitch in the program that would let her have infinite subs. The idea was appealing, but Charlene forced that back down. She was here to learn, to actually learn, not just play a game.

Even if she was getting the feeling that there'd be plenty of fun to be had.

Shaking her head, she eventually tapped the screen to play as a Sergeant Dom. The words shifted again, asking if she was sure, and she confirmed her choice.

The blackness returned, but with it came a voice. It was a softer one, almost like a little slut between her legs, whispering gentle words as soft hands rubbed -

No, there were definitely hands rubbing along her thighs, and along her hips and ass cheeks. She could feel them slowly running along her sides, up to her breasts and cupping them. If she hadn't been ready for this sort of thing, she might have been rather freaked out. As it was, she smirked a bit.

The voice whispered to her, speaking softly and lovingly.

"_This simulation contains themes of a mature, highly sexual nature. If this is not to your liking, or if you have an experience that will lead to this triggering an adverse reaction, it is important that you turn this simulation off now. This experience, as enjoyable as it can be, is not for you.

"If you are here merely for the chance to get yourself off, to achieve orgasm and then log out, please restrict yourself to this simulation rather than planning a vacation to see it yourself. This is our culture, and while we understand that you enjoy it in a sexual way - as do we - it would not do for you to come to Dimash with the idea that it is only about sex. Please respect us as we respect you.

"If you are here to learn about the intricacies of domination and submission, about the hierarchy of society, about the proper places of those that you know and those within the circle of your submission and domination, then be welcome. We are here for you, and we hope to see you soon._

"

It was probably the softest, gentlest 'warning' that she had ever gotten from any sort of virtual experience, and Charlene was surprised again at the efforts that this country had gone through to be open about what they did. The alligator felt the words fade, and the floating feeling went with it. She was no longer floating; she was falling.

Not in a scary way, not like she was dropped from a plane and was parachuting it, but rather like she was falling down a slide, gradually picking up speed as she dropped through the darkness towards some other destination. She closed her eyes tightly, letting the speed and descent take her, and the words returned.

"A Sergeant Dom is responsible for the peace of our cities. They are aided in their responsibilities by either a squad of Enforcers, which would be equivalent in nature to the SWAT teams of the outside world, or by Peacekeepers, volunteers that follow the orders of the Sergeant to keep the peace of the city and the people. It will be up to you to make your decision as to which you will lead, and how you will take care of them.

"As their Sergeant Dom, their mental health is in your hands. While you may command them, you will also be responsible for how they take care of themselves, to an extent. The more submissive your subordinates, the more care that they will need, and the more attention that you will have to give them. Provided that you care for them and train them well, you will have anything from a collection of good coworkers to a network of underlings and lovers that will do anything for you.

"Your avatar is considered to have been trained and graduated from a university accredited with the capability of training Sergeant Doms, and today is your first day on the job. You will be allowed free access to the capital city, with the ability to leash up to four different males, females, or others for the purposes of forming your squad. As this is a VR simulation, you are equipped with a HUD that will detail the different types of doms and subs that you will see on the street, as well as giving you insight into their needs and state of being. Please use this effectively, as it will help you learn how to handle this in person, if you choose to visit."

Much as Charlene would have normally tuned out an introduction like this, she found herself paying close attention, surprisingly interested at the way that they were putting this together.

So, they have universities for training people like this? That's...progressive.

She shook her head. The dom and sub thing was more pervasive than she thought, too, considering that they were affecting everybody in the simulation. Was that how it worked there, too? Probably, considering the fact that they were pushing this as an accurate simulation, and how it was supposed to work.

The sliding feeling was slowing down, and the blackness was starting to fade. She realized that they were about to load her into the simulation fully, and the alligator braced herself for the -

BZZZZT!

Going from feeling nothing to feeling everything always came as a harsh shock, and in this case, it was literal as she was uploaded into the shell of her avatar. The alligator hissed as she felt the hard concrete under her feet, the sudden constriction of a new outfit, and a weight on her hip that she didn't expect. Charlene closed her eyes tightly as she took a moment to adjust to just feeling things again, taking a few deep breaths before opening them again.

She was on a city street, and she was near the coast. That was a nice thing, as it meant that she could smell the salty air of the sea, and she could take in the breeze. She looked down at herself -

"Huh. Didn't expect that."

The alligator wasn't dressed in blue, not even dark blue, but rather a deep red. Not a scary, crimson red, but more like a boudoir red, almost pink, pulling the eye to her and keeping a focus on her. That said, it was leather rather than cloth, and the hot smell of it rose to her nose and she grinned as she imagined how it was going to get over the course of the day. Running her hands down to her belt, she found herself with a set of four leashes down there, each one running from a loop in her belt to a tight metal ring at the end.

"This is your means of restraint, the tool of your job. Once you have brought someone that is violating the law to submission, you are allowed to leash them for their safety. The leashes of a Sergeant are designed with extra strength, as well as the capability of knotting. A thumbprint reader in the grip contains a point of release, so the knot will remain until the Sergeant releases those that they bind."

"Kinky," she muttered.

"All Doms also have a leash for their personal sub, either of the moment or of a longer-term agreement. This is located on the other side of your belt. Please do not use this for off-the-job purposes unless required."

She looked down and saw a different leash, more of a standard one. Charlene shook her head. This place was definitely different, but she was starting to like it.

Looking around, she saw that she was in a plaza, not that far from what looked like a university on a hill nearby. There were a number of different people milling about, but whenever there was a couple involved, she saw that one always wore a collar, and one always held a leash. She saw more people with collars than leashes, too, and she imagined that it followed the same rules as the rest of the world. There were always more bottoms than there were tops, always more subs than there were doms.

As she focused on different people, she started seeing the HUD that the program had mentioned. It would focus a circle around the individual that she was staring at, with a slight profile with picture, name, and a few stats off to the side of her vision, on the left-hand side. The longer she looked, the more different bars showed up, measuring submission vs domination, emotional state, arousal, hunger, thirst, and more. It was quite the extensive loadout of information, and the alligator started to wonder just how responsible for their subs doms were supposed to be in this world.

Ping.

An objective popped into the upper-left of her vision, and she looked at it. 'Recruit a Squad Member,' it said.

"Fine. And how do I do that?"

The world paused, all individuals walking, breathing, chatting, and even stripping no longer doing anything. She blinked.

"_Recruitment happens after suitable approach and domination. Find someone whose profile suggests that they would be suitable. Suggestions include finding those that have already been trained as Peacekeepers, or have volunteered for it, or going down to the station and recruiting from the trained Enforcers.

"Once an individual is chosen, take your time to approach and show your dominance. How you will do this will vary from person to person. Some will appreciate the swagger, some will swoon at abrasive behavior. Others will prefer a gentler touch, and some respect, though you will be best served to remember what your position is supposed to be. You are a Sergeant Dom, and you will have to eventually command them. Remember that.

"Take your time and choose which you believe will suit you best, and move from there._

"

The tip stopped, and the world started. Charlene stumbled for a moment, rubbing her head.

"Well, that's jarring as all hell..."

Rubbing her head, Charlene thought of heading to the 'station' to start picking up other officers as part of her squad, but considering the fact that would probably lead to some jockeying for position between her and them, she dismissed it. The alligator wanted to have some fun, and after all the hard work that she put into managing her properties on her MMOs, she was fine with it being on easy mode for a bit.

As she flicked her eyes across the crowd, she saw many things that she couldn't help but wonder if they really happened. There was a dolphin that stripped down to bathe in the fountain in the middle of the plaza, her leash held by a mouse that stood on the edge of the fountain and 'walked' her around it. There was one woman on a park bench getting her pussy eaten out by her Doberman pet. There were people that were putting on a dance show, naked dancing synchronized by a dragon that held both their leashes.

She almost questioned it out loud, but held back just in case it started another tutorial lesson. She liked the fact that they did those, but they were very, very jarring, and considering this was a simulation, she'd like to learn a little bit on her own.

The alligator walked through the plaza, ignoring those that were already on leashes. As far as she knew, they were equivalent to wedding rings in this country, and that meant not poaching on someone else's territory unless they were giving off some signal that they wanted someone to. She looked this way and that, flicking her eyes from one individual to another.

Too soft, too gentle. Already taken, looking for a job. Hmmm...

The HUD was good at picking out what they were there for. Some hadn't graduated yet, while others were looking for prostitution jobs. Some of them were just looking for masters, while others were still figuring out what they wanted to be.

Before she could find someone that actually worked as a Peacekeeper, there was the thud of a punch landing. She whipped her head around to see a collie throwing another blow at a calico, almost knocking them off their feet. The alligator strode forward, intent on breaking it up right then and there, only for someone else to jump in.

It was a hyena boy, rather twinky for someone that came from a rather rough and tumble species. She cocked her head to the side as he stepped between the brawling pair, holding his hand against the collie's chest.

"Hey, hey, big guy, there's no need to show off," the hyena said, even as some of the other students started pulling the calico back, getting him out of range. "Nobody's questioning you, you know. Nobody thinks you need to prove yourself."

"Yeah? Well...well, he was..."

"Come on, was he really being that bad? He just thought you might like a game," the hyena said, running his hand down the collie's chest ever so slowly. "How about I make it up to you, huh? You don't have to fetch anything, you just have to bury that bone of yours..."

The HUD fed her information on the hyena. His name was Cameron, and he was a student on the verge of graduating as a Peacekeeper. He had a pretty solid submissive streak, but there was about a 30% boost of dominance there, too, a good amount to keep him from being completely steamrolled by other personalities.

Charlene tapped her chin as it fed her the rest of the information. It even gave her his kinks. Big oral fiend, and a fan of musk? Yes, that would make for an easier approach. He had a nice muzzle, too, suitable for...stretching.

And he was looking her way as he started to go down on his knees, flicking his eyes at the collie. Oh, right. She was supposed to be a Sergeant.

"Alright, big guy, that'll do," she said, walking up behind him.

The collie whipped around, his eyes widening as soon as he saw her. The HUD painted him as a dom, though narrowly so; he barely passed the 60% margin needed to actually qualify, and it was a shaking, sliding thing for him in the city records. He opened his mouth, and she shoved her thumb past his lips, pinning his tongue in place with it.

"Uh-uh. I watched you slug that boy. What am I going to do with you? Little troublemakers like you always need a little...discipline..."

She grinned as she thumbed the crotch of her pants, watching the collie's eyes drop. His dominance dropped too, in the HUD, and she could see him squirming. Throbbing, too, though that was probably at least as much from the way that Cameron had been treating him as anything else, if she was completely honest.

But he was responding to her, and that was a good thing. Charlene poured on all the force of personality and country charm that she had pulled together for her various properties in her game, and focused it all on the unfortunate collie as she dragged her thumb along his tongue.

"Now, boy, I'm gonna tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna get on your knees, and you're gonna put that pretty little muzzle to work on my cock. And if you do a real good job, I'll let you go. I'll let your punishment be a little public humiliation, 's'long as you didn't really hurt that cat."

"I...I didn't..."

"Heh, you better hope not. Now...boy..."

She flicked the button for her pants open, and flicked her zipper down. That thick dick popped up, rubbing along the bottom of her gut.

"On your knees..."

The collie's slim dominance stat suddenly dropped by ten percentage points, swinging him in the direction of a switch, and then further. He went to his knees, moaning as he dragged the side of his muzzle along her dick, huffing softly at her scent, sucking the head in shortly after. He could barely fit it in his muzzle, of course, but he still tried.

As soon as he was down there, sucking away, she kept him there with one hand on top of his head and turned her attention to the hyena. Cameron had stood up again, dusting himself off, and Charlene chuckled.

"You know what you're doing, gotta give you that. How close are you to graduating?" she asked.

"About a month. Just have the final exams to go through."

She had a feeling that there was a way around that. Most people had a way of taking practical tests rather than just oral exams, or...well, 'oral' exams like the one that the collie was giving her. She nodded down at the male between her legs.

"Were you really gonna suck him off? Right here in front of everyone?"

"Why not?" Cameron asked, shrugging. "If it distracts him, gives him somewhere else for all that anger to go, it's worth doing."

"Heh. I like that drive. You sound kinda...fancy. You from upscale folks?"

"Uptown, yes. My father pays a fair bit for the university every year."

So, he was a fancy-pants, then. That only made him more appealing. She might not have the same sort of 'down-home' urges that some of her species did, might not have the same southern gator focus that kept them in the swamps, but she had that same love of bringing those 'socialites' down a peg or two.

And from the way that Cameron was looking at her, without even a hint of shame, she had the feeling that he had the same sort of urge.

"Tell ya what, boy," she said, letting that accent back into her voice as she looked the hyena in the eye. "You take a turn when this little slut's done, and I'll let you work your last month with me, see if you can get some practical experience. What do ya say?"

The alligator was really loving the HUD. The little sliders that showed the mental state, the leanings between submission and dominance, the way that it showed how they were getting more and more turned on in real time? Oh, it was just a power play and a half. She grinned as she watched Cameron's bar start going up, even though there was no sign of a boner down there. Maybe he was too small?

Ping.

Another little visual, showing a picture of the hyena's crotch. Oh, he was tiny, alright. Tiny cock with big balls. The sort of guy that was easy to boss around, the sort of boy that liked to give in and be teased.

She pulled the collie's muzzle down to the base of her cock. He gagged, his throat clenching down around the head of her shaft, and she groaned at the pleasurable feeling of that hot, wet, spit-slick tunnel around her shaft.

"Trust me, I'll make sure you enjoy it," she said.

"I'm sure you could, uh, ma'am."

"Heh, hard to tell? Don't worry, I got a pussy back there, too. If you do good on my dick, I'll let you get a taste of it, too."

"That's very...um..."

He was staring at her cock, and she imagined that he was a bit of a cock-fiend. She wasn't the biggest of herms, she knew that, but she had a good thickness to her, the sort of throbbing dick that would spread a hole good and wide, even if it didn't go right into someone's guts.

She pulled back, slapping the head of her cock against the collie's cheeks. He gasped at that, shivering, and she gave him a gentle push. As he tumbled backwards, her pre-cum on his face, she felt a little ping again.

Humiliation Achieved. Character Profile Adjusted. Sean will remember that.

Persistent character memory, too. Well, that was an introduction to a culture program that really did go all the way. Whatever you did meant that there were consequences in the game, and Charlene imagined that there was a fair bit of data harvesting that meant that the country would know what you were like before you even arrived.

She strutted up to Cameron, and the hyena took a step back, a blush starting to grow on his face. Charlene didn't even hesitate as she reached out and grabbed him by the crotch, pinching his balls as she used her free hand to slowly zip herself back up.

"You got the balls to suck a guy off in public, but when a lady tells ya that she could take ya for a ride, you chicken out?"

"N-no, ma'am."

"Try that again."

"No, Mistress," he said, bowing his head. "Sorry, Mistress."

"I'm looking for a good squad. You got the drive to keep the peace, now why don't you take that next step..."

She looked at his collar, and she didn't have to think too hard about how it would look with her leash around it. Yet, even as she reached for it, she remembered that it was only supposed to be used for personal stuff, not for the job. And much as she didn't think of it that way, usually, having a Peacekeeper under her was more of a job thing, even if it was a job with benefits.

Cameron took another step back, and she took another step forward. Charlene chuckled as she pulled him close by the balls, leaning in and nibbling his neck. He shivered, trying to shake his head, but she was ready for that. She pulled at his pants, ready to rip them off -

"P-please..."

"Come on...you know you want to..."

"Mmph...let me think..."

Charlene growled, squeezing his balls a little harder -

And then the simulation froze again, another 'tip' coming up. She groaned in frustration.

"_While Dimash is a country that is founded on liberty, sexual freedom, and the idea of domination and submission being held as true for all, there are limitations and rules on even the most powerful of dominant individuals. Consent must exist, and without a contract, cannot be overridden. Forceful contact of this sort will eventually lead to other Sergeant Doms and Enforcers taking steps to ensure the safety of the submissives in society.

"If you wish to try and take control and recruit Cameron to your squad, consider taking a different tack. Or, if you wish to take this approach, seek someone that will respond to it better. You always have options._

"

"Ugh..."

The simulation started again as soon as she loosened her grip, and Cameron panted as he took a step back. Charlene smiled slightly. Despite the frustration at not being allowed to go further than that with this little hyena, she had to admit that it was good design. Reminders of the rules were not a bad thing to have, even if she did feel a bit blue-balled at the restriction.

That said, she was sure that there was a way around that. Perhaps a few little teases, the right encouragement -

Oh, fuck you, she realized, the alligator's lips turning up in a smile. Oh, FUCK you. The whole thing's designed to make you fuck with the rules. The more you understand it, the more you can fiddle with it.

Charlene tried to fight the laughter, but ended up losing herself to a deep series of giggles, to the point where she had to shut off the simulation. There'd be another time, she was sure, but fucking hell, she hadn't expected a cultural simulation to be that good.

The End

Summary: Charlene decides to try a little cultural simulation in VR, and learns what Dimash, a country based on domination and submission, is actually about.

Tags: M/H, M/M, alligator, hyena, collie, dog, oral, blowjob, domination, submission, Dimash, avatar creation, virtual reality, game, ball play, femdom,