FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This commission was written for Datapacrat as part of Jeevestheroo's 2012 'Steel Author' commissions. It contains sexual sci-fi antics between a female taur and a male fox.

Lovers By Proxy

"Goddammit!"

There were few things more aggravating than spam e-mails, except perhaps for spam e-mails with viruses in them. It was for that reason Dee had been forced to write the same long winded, pointless report no less than three times today; once before the crash of her job's network system, once when the tech department had assured her that the problem was fixed, and a third time on pen and paper after her second copy erased itself just as she attempted to save the completed work onto her personal data drive, ready for distribution. Sure, some might have said that the rat had already been given ample opportunity to vent her frustrations, the head tech going home with a black eye certainly thought so, but it took more than a little physical violence to calm Dee down after a day like this.

For almost an hour Dee had stormed around her home after arriving from work, dropping pots and pans in the kitchen when she tried to cook, flicking pointlessly to channel after channel on television before finally deciding that there was nothing whatsoever on, and never would be no matter how many new niche stations began to broadcast daily, and tearing a hole in one of her favourite tops when she dragged it, fuming, out of its drawer and forgot about the loose screw that she had been meaning to tighten all week. It was around that point she'd thrown her hands up into the air and cursed the whole world around her, and similarly when she had decided that there was only one thing for it. If she didn't want to spend all day and night in a foul mood, tomorrow too most likely, she needed something to both take her mind off things and perk her up. She needed to get a good night's sleep, and awaken refreshed and revitalised.

In short, she needed to get laid.

The rat had stripped out of her clothes when she arrived home, for no other reason than wishing to get herself as far physically from anything that reminded her of work at all. Now however, as she strode hurriedly over to her closet and thumbed a keypad beside it, she was all too eager to get dressed again. The closet door slid open with a hiss of pressurised servos, and a soft mechanical voice enquired to the female what type of attire she required.

"Something sexy. Skimpy, but not too revealing."

The rows of clothes within the closet began to revolve and spin, until just a few seconds later a robotic arm extended from the multi-coloured whirligig clutching a complete outfit. It was a deep red, composed of a malleable latex-like material and split into several parts. A halter top covered Dee's torso, though leaving her ample breasts exposed enough to enchant and titillate even the least libidinous male. Beneath it a pair of strangely shaped trousers in a matching red hung from a second hook, with what many might at first have assumed to be arm-warmers beside them. The fourth portion of the garment was more akin to a harness than anything else, multiple straps and sections of the latex-like material held together in a strange sort of framework. It wasn't the easiest of garments to put on, but then, Dee wasn't the easiest woman to shop for; not any more at least.

It was well known to Dee's friends and family that she had suffered an accident some time ago, an accident which had left her with multiple limbs amputated. Thankfully due to modern cybernetics prosthetic bodies were widely available for those with the funds to purchase them, and for someone as resourceful as Dee one didn't have to simply settle for a fresh pair of legs. Thus the rat had become something else entirely, a new woman, more curvaceous and beautiful than ever in the eyes of many. She now bore the hindquarters of a 'taur; four legs, a long, horizontal body, a tail longer and more deliciously pink than her natural one, and not just one, not just two, but five pairs of breasts in total. Some might have considered this more complex new body a burden, but not Dee. She loved it, and she loved what others who loved it could do with, and to it. Besides, with the advances of the modern home today, dressing even a body as curvy and large as this was just a few words away.

"That's a beautiful outfit. I'll take it."

Stepping into the closet, Dee giggled softly as the servos began to whirr and the doors slid shut, giving her privacy while she 'changed'. A mere twenty seconds later she emerged once more, dressed and ready to go. All it took following her closet's helpful intervention was a glance in the mirror, a quick brush of her luxurious blue hair, and the swift acquisition of a few items of jewellery, gold earrings and a ruby necklace, before she was ready to go.

Stepping out of her house and hearing the door lock firmly behind her, Dee padded away down the street upon four eager feet, already feeling so much better just knowing what the evening had in store for her. She knew just where she was headed; a bar not four blocks away from her home that specialised in precisely the kind of person she was looking for on a night like this. Someone who wouldn't be missed if they didn't come home at the end of the evening. Someone loose and ready for some no strings fun. Someone who knew exactly what a lady like her was looking for.

Upon arriving at the bar's front door, Dee flashed her ID at the bouncer and pecked him on the cheek as he waved her through. He grinned, and slapped her fondly on the ass as she passed by. They knew Dee well here, and the staff really liked her. With a lot of furs at proxy-bars it was hard to know who or what you were dealing with, but Dee was always herself when she came here, and that was a refreshing change for most of the employees. Not that Dee held anything against people who wanted to explore new things or do what they might otherwise be unable to do via a surrogate; a sophisticated robotic body with all the sensory feedback systems necessary for a person to walk, talk and live in general through the eyes and body of another. Hell, while her lower half was by no means akin to a surrogate she wouldn't have been able to go anywhere without it, and plenty of surrogate users understood how important that kind of freedom was far more than anyone who'd never experienced such trauma and change to their physical form. In many ways they were the perfect company for someone like her, although some did have a tendency to be a little more turned on by her prosthetics than by Dee herself.

From the entrance, Dee made her way almost immediately to the bar. She waved to a few regulars, a couple of whom she'd even met 'in person', and greeted a few more who waved at her and announced themselves as furs she knew, just trying out new bodies. There were all sorts here though. Men. Women. Herms. People whose bodies were augmented so that they were painfully thin, or unbelievably large. People whose breasts made Dee's own look like acorns. Furs without fur. Furs in fantasy-esque surrogates whose true forms existed nowhere in nature. Aliens in otherwise rather normal looking furry surrogates. There was even one surrogate floating around the venue in a wheelchair, both legs in plaster up to the knee as he tried to hit on a group of other men whose trousers were bulging with obviously oversized genitalia. Dee had no doubt that the user of the wheelchair bound surrogate was perfectly healthy of course, but to each their own.

Ordering a drink from the cute orange striped zebra behind the bar, a pretty woman some three or four years older than Dee with whom the rat had always wondered about spending the night, Dee reached down into one of the pockets built into the leggings upon her forelimbs and plucked out a small pair of glasses. She settled them neatly upon her nose, and winked at the bartender as she set Dee's drink down and tutted playfully at the rat.

"That's cheating, y'know. What's the fun in hooking up with someone if you know exactly what you're getting?"

Dee reached down and picked up her drink, taking a long, cooling swig and shivering as the alcohol kicked at the back of her throat. She smirked, and glanced quickly around the room once more before lifting the glasses from her nose briefly and fixing the zebra with a playful grin.

"Really? Coz I say what's the fun in hooking up with someone if you don't know that they can make you cum so long and so hard that you just wanna curl up and fall asleep?"

The zebra's cheeks reddened, and though she turned rather swiftly away with a nervous giggle Dee was certain that she saw something beginning to tent the front of the bartender's skirt. She moaned under her breath, licking her lips and grinning to herself. Oh yes. She definitely had to get to know that cutie better one of these days.

Settling back into her seat and taking another sip of her drink, Dee slipped her glasses back on and tapped a small, almost unnoticeable switch on the edge of the left frame. She blinked as a bright light flashed before her eyes, and when her deep blue hues opened once more the rat found herself looking at a world very much the same, yet very much different from that she'd been observing just moments before. These glasses were special, special because they were able to augment reality. It wasn't like virtual reality, they weren't replacing what was really happening with any sort of fantasy, but they did allow for certain things to change or be changed. The various people milling around the bar for example were all now highlighted with a gentle green glow, and as Dee glanced at them a small sensor within the glasses either caused that glow to fade, or burn brighter.

For those in which the glow faded, Dee moved on. These were either people she'd met before, or people that she either wasn't interested in or could rule out for other reasons. The wheelchair bound male for example, obviously gay by the fact he must have hit on at least five tables of guys by now, but not a single table of girls, was turned off. A gorgeously hunky male rabbit wearing nothing but a tight thong and a sash that read 'birthday boy upon it was also turned off, but only because Dee was friends with the real fur behind that surrogate, and knew that she was not only married, but probably chatting to her husband right now, the five foot three female hyena sitting astride the rabbit's shoulders, her ample breasts squishing the bunny's ears flat to the sides.

There were a few however, mostly men and women of more natural proportions and conventional appearances, who Dee lit up with her AR glasses. These individuals she watched at greater length, subtly sipping at her drink as she observed them standing and chatting, or dancing to the music pumping through the bar, or whatever else they were up to. She couldn't hear what most of them were saying of course, but those that were facing in more or less her direction she could comprehend nonetheless. As they spoke, their words appeared in cartoon-like speech bubbles erupting from their mouths, the AR glasses lip-reading and translating every word to leave their lips. Sometimes it took just a few sentences for Dee to rule them out, and on other occasions her glasses would cross-reference their faces with various public databases and identify them for her automatically, displaying more than enough information for Dee to know that they weren't what she was looking for.

Eventually, with most of her drink gone, Dee had only three options remaining. Two were a set of twins, female lizards dressed in scale-tight suits of black latex rather similar to her own garments. Dee had honed in on them due to the way they seemed to interact with others, speaking in perfect unison as they playfully toyed with a couple of horny guys and made one rather skittish or perhaps overly excitable surrogate user bail out of his proxy, the robotic shell announcing that it had been vacated and would now return to its home destination. The second, or rather, third individual however was in Dee's mind her best bet. The two ladies certainly had a uniqueness to them in their seductive teasing and perfectly synchronised speech, but there were any number of electronic chips which could connect two minds, or they might even have been a particularly sophisticated surrogate; two identical bodies controlled by one mind, a narcissist's dream. Dee's final option meanwhile, a single male fox in blue-jeans and a smart grey shirt was so average, so perfectly and utterly normal, that Dee just knew he was the one for her. The quiet ones, the normal ones, those who sought to blend into the crowd in a place such as this. They were the wild ones; the ones to watch out for.

Rising from her seat and slipping her glasses back into their pocket, Dee crossed the bar with the apparent intention of heading to the ladies bathroom. Her course took her right past the fox though, just as he left a particularly giggly group of young women for whom he'd bought a round of King's Best Ale. Their eyes met for a split second as they passed by one another, and Dee smiled knowingly as she reached the bathroom door, only to hear a voice calling out after her.

"Don't take all night in there, pretty lady. I wanna talk to you when you're done."

After a minute or two in the bathroom, checking her hair in the mirror, straightening her halter-top so it showed off just a little more cleavage and washing her hands for no other reason than it only seemed right to do so after making use of the bathroom, even without using the toilet facilities, Dee entered the bar once more. Almost immediately the fox stood before her, grinning in a manner that was charming and surprisingly disarming, rather than creepy as one might expect when accosted upon leaving a rest room.

"You smell beautiful tonight. Is that Striker's Euphoria?"

The rat smiled softly.

"No, actually I'm not wearing any pheromones."

As though shot in the chest, the fox staggered backwards with a stunned look on his face. A moment later though he straightened up, grinning.

"I'm sorry, but... I've never met a woman smell so radiant and sexy without using Striker's Euphoria. I hope it doesn't seem impetuous of me to ask, but could I buy you a drink? A Kings Best Ale perhaps? Even a lady as hot and steamy as you should be cooled off by a pint of Kings Best."

Reaching out and slipping one of her hands into the fox's own, Dee squeezed his paw fondly, stepping closer.

"You know, you really don't have to butter me up first. I've been checking you out ever since I got here."

Eyes widening, a bashful redness crossed the fox's face.

"I... I don't think I know what you mean."

Dee giggled, leaning closer, so close that she was certain the fox would be able to feel her breath on his face.

"Let's go back to my place. I wanna fuck."

A soft whimper, half way between lust and embarrassment, crossed the fox's features. For someone who had seemed so self assured and confident when dealing with others in the bar, he certainly was a shy one. For a moment Dee doubted her choice, but then she felt his grip on her hand tighten, and saw his face brighten with a grin.

"I... I'm sorry, it's just, I've been striking out all night. I've been looking for someone just like you. Someone who wants a bit of fun, no strings attached. Someone who knows exactly what I'm looking for in a woman. I was beginning to think there wasn't anyone in the bar who wanted to come home with me tonight, but... wow. You're even hotter than I thought."

The rat beamed, pulling the fox even closer to her body and wrapping her arms around him. She giggled, the added height of her 'taur body allowing the male's head to rest at the perfect height, his nose nestled in between her breasts. He groaned under his breath, and Dee felt her own cheeks flush when a warm, wet tongue lapped at the soft fur between her breasts.

"So, is that a yes? Will you come home with me?"

A murmur of excitement escaped the fox, muffled once again by Dee's breasts. He pulled his head free from her chest a moment later, albeit reluctantly, and nodded as she gazed fondly down at him.

"I will. But please, first, at least tell me your name. I want to know the name of the lady who made my day complete. Champagne and farm fresh strawberries. Cheshire cheese and Mathersons oaty biscuits. We'll be the next unbeatable combination. Maxwell and..."

Dee giggled, slipping her hand back into the fox's own and stepping back from his warm body, turning towards the door as she called back over her shoulder.

"I'm Dee. Pleased to meet you, Maxie."

***************

"Oh... oh Maxie!"

It was just ten minutes later that man and woman, fox and rat-taur, rushed into Dee's bedroom, casting aside the last of their clothing and slamming the door shut behind them as they did so. Dee shrieked in excitement as Maxwell tackled her, full force, down onto her bed, heeding all too clearly what she'd said about liking it rough. He straddled her larger body, and though Dee knew that she could have easily overpowered him if she so wished, she allowed him his victory for the time being at least. The male leaned forward, eyes wide with anticipation as he gazed over the female's multiple sets of mammaries. He reached for two, the second pair of those upon her lower torso, just behind her forelegs, and squeezed the large, stiff nipples firmly between forefinger and thumb. Dee squealed in pleasure, her back legs kicking out in arousal and her tail thrashing, and Maxwell grinned.

"Oh, you like that don't you. Naughty slut."

Dee whined happily, nodding and crying out a second time as he grasped two more of her nipples, squeezing and twisting them, pleasurable impulses lancing through the rat's helplessly sensitive body. Before she knew what was happening, everything a haze of pleasurable excitement, the taur was on her back, the upper portion of her body hanging over the edge of her bed, upside down while Maxwell straddled her lower quarters. She could feel the fox's arousal, about seven inches long, thick and with a semi-swollen knot at its base, throbbing against the warm fur of her own crotch while his hands and face buried themselves in her breasts, nibbling, suckling and tweaking the eight sensitive nipples with reckless glee. Dee closed her eyes and simply drank in the sensations, her own hands tweaking the final two nipples within her reach and moaning happily all the while. This was just what she needed to forget about the worries of the day, and with all the pleasure assailing her now it made the knowledge that the best was yet to come all the sweeter.

Part of Dee had been expecting to feel the fox's cock slip inside her willing, waiting treasure at any moment, having already felt it resting and rubbing so close to her nether regions. The rat was therefore pleasantly surprised to feel him pull away from her breasts and crotch, only to return moments later, his warm breath washing over her sensitive pink flesh as two fingers pulled her labia apart. For a few moments nothing happened, Dee assuming that the male was either pausing for dramatic effect, or studying where would be best to begin. She shuddered in excitement and anticipation. Either way, he was dead on, and just a few seconds later Maxwell did at long last bring his lips to bear against the female's treasure.

The rat squirmed and shivered in pleasure as for a short while Maxwell simply lapped at her treasure with soft, teasing strokes of his tongue. Occasionally the tip of his tongue would lash her clitoris, making Dee twitch and moan, but for the most part he seemed content just to slowly tease and excite her, working the rat into a greater and greater state of arousal. Time seemed to stretch out to infinity as Dee felt that tongue at work, her pussy drooling, her foremost pair of breasts aching as she teased and rubbed them in time with his oral ministrations. She wasn't even sure when it was she'd started to whimper and cry out softly with each lick, but indeed she was. Nor could she recall when the fox's tongue had started to plunge so deep, or when one of his thumbs had taken over the duty of teasing her clit, more firmly and regularly now with gentle circular touches.

"Oh... oh Maxie..."

He was so patient with her. So careful and tender. It was almost as though he cared nothing for his own pleasure, existing solely for her needs and her wants. Dee bit her bottom lip, crying out louder, longer as his tongue lashed her inner walls and withdrew, replaced by not one but two probing fingers, wriggling and rubbing at her sensitive depths. They withdrew soon after, spreading her wide open again, and the tongue returned. Fingers. Tongue. Fingers. Tongue. He rotated them once every fifteen seconds without fail, but far from becoming monotonous it drove Dee wild knowing the exact second that each bout of stimulation was going to end. The fingering felt so good, so rough and intense compared to the gentle touch of the tongue, but it was over before she could truly lose herself in it. Then the oral returned, and she realised how wonderfully gentle and relaxing such pleasure was; not to mention rare in how many guys even considered taking that kind of time to bring their lover such stimulation. After fifteen blissful seconds of that sweet tenderness though, she knew it would be gone, and once more her body would crave the rich, passionate euphoria that only Maxwell's fingers could provide.

It soon occurred to Dee that she wasn't going to last much longer, that each fifteen second window of stimulation, regardless of which kind, was beginning to feel longer and longer as her body's defences began to tumble one by one. What had started off as soft, heady moans were now desperate whimpers of pleasure, and her tender cries of excitement were now wild squeaks and groans of passion. Her inner walls were convulsing and clutching at the fingers pushing against them whenever Maxwell's digits struck knowingly at her sweet spots, hitting home first time every time, and when his tongue began to lash her sensitive treasure it was as though a flood of arousal surged forth to feed his hungry maw.

When Dee's orgasm struck her, it didn't do so like a freight train, but more like a wave flowing forth on the incoming tide. It wasn't the strongest orgasm she'd ever had, it wasn't the best, but my god it felt good as it surged over her, plucking away her worries and frustrations one pleasurable burst at a time. The rat squeaked and kicked out with all four of her legs, giggling and moaning in ecstasy all at once as she heard Maxwell let slip a gurgling moan of his own from between her moistened thighs, his tongue momentarily trapped within her clutching treasure. Once free he kept on licking her tenderly through the climax, paying special attention to her clit, now more so than ever, and being rewarded with a little squirt of fluid each time he grazed that stiff, sensitive nub. It was wonderful, and just as it had arrived so gently, so too did it depart, dropping Dee back to earth like a feather through cotton wool.

The rat sighed happily, and blushed, giggling and squirming, when she felt Maxwell plant a final fond kiss against her lips; those between her legs, of course. He then laid his head down against her thigh, drinking deep of the scent of her damp pussy while his tongue cleaned up the moist fur directly surrounding those sensitive reaches. It was so kind, so loving, so warm and so perfect that part of Dee wished it would never end.

And then he spoke, and, as was so often the case during sex, his words couldn't maintain the atmosphere of eroticism that his actions alone had spawned.

"Y'know, I know this amazing lube. It's made by... jeez, what's their name. Astroslip. Yeah, that's it. It makes everything so warm and slippery, and I've heard women say that it makes them tingle like nothing else they've ever felt. I've always fantasised about fucking a woman with Astroslip. Even the idea of a woman using some with a toy... feeling that electric buzz before the motor's even turned on. Sounds good, doesn't it?"

Dee exhaled sharply. Things had been going so well. Still, she wasn't going to let this male's runaway muzzle spoil her evening, not after it had given her such pleasure. All that she needed to do for the time being was reign him in a little, remind him of his priorities.

"Maxie..."

The fox gazed down the length of Dee's body, licking his lips as his eyes drank in the sight of all four pairs of her taur-body's ample breasts.

"Yes, Dee?"

Closing her eyes and blushing warmly as she rolled over, pulling her upper body back onto the bed and wiggling her rump before the smiling fox's face, Dee giggled.

"Shut up, and fuck me already."

Without any sorrow or resentment at being told to stop talking in no uncertain terms, Maxwell reached obediently out and grasped Dee by the hips. He shuffled forward until his throbbing erection vanished beneath the rat's twitching tail, and moaned happily when his shaft began to rub and grind against her rump. Dee opened her eyes once more, turning her upper body to observe the fox as he teased himself and her in readiness for this ultimate act of euphoric sexuality. He looked at her, and she back at him, and both furs blushed yet again. Maxwell's hips drew back mere moments later, and one of his hands fell temporarily away from Dee's flank as he used it to guide his cock into position. The rat raised her hind legs ever so slightly, squeaking and whimpering in excitement as she felt that hot, hard fox cock rub against her damp, sensitive pussy lips. Maxwell whined in anticipation, she nodded hurriedly, and they each cried out in delight as the fox's cock drove itself inside her with one smooth, tender stroke.

"Oh Dee, y-you feel so soft. Just like that pure silk weave they have on sale in Demeter Fabrics..."

The rat whimpered happily as she felt the fox humping her tight depths rather vigorously, but as she heard him moan and call out to her through their mating, she knew that this second act wasn't going to last long. She wanted to cum again, a second orgasm would be the perfect end to this less than perfect day, but whether her horny yet mouthy companion was going to last that long remained to be seen. He was certainly capable, but whether Dee could keep him quiet for long enough, whether she could keep him from spoiling their wonderful evening with yet more pointless exclamations, that was the question which worried the female rodent.

For a blessed minute or so Maxwell remained silent, except of course for the grunts, moans and whimpers which were all too acceptable to Dee during sex. Indeed she began to lose herself in the moment once again, forgetting about the fox's less ideal characteristics for the time being and simply permitting herself a little more selfish indulgence. His cock slid in and out of her hot depths, already so sensitive thanks to her first orgasm and granted stimulation of an even more intense degree as the fox's knot slowly began to swell, slipping in and pulling out of her treasure with hot, wet slurps that felt every bit as deliciously lewd as they sounded. Before long Dee found herself pushing back against his thrusts, tossing her head and begging him for more. And of course, he gave it without thought, picking up the pace of his thrusting and gripping more fiercely at the fur on her flanks in an effort to gain just that little bit of extra leverage.

"Ohh Dee..."

The rat whimpered in pleasure.

"Oh Maxie... h-harder!"

With a yelp of pleasure, the fox hunched down over the taur's back and began to hump her hard, fast and with shameless enthusiasm. He must have been close, so very close to the brink of his own climax, but the male was determined to make her cum first. He would have done it too; he would have made Dee cum again had it not been for what he whispered as he fucked her, breathless, yet apparently still with strength and will enough to comment on the state of her bedsheets.

"Dee! Oh yes, y-your sheets are so soft. It's like you've been using CoZee two in one fabric conditioner."

The rat wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so badly. But that was the final straw.

Falling to one side upon the bed, as though overcome by passion and pleasure, Dee reached under her pillows and grasped what she knew to be resting in a small, hidden compartment within the headboard. She rolled over again, grunting and moaning in disappointment as her pussy pulled away from Maxwell's swollen cock with a deliciously thick, wet pop, and span on unsteady legs upon the bed to face the fox head on. Maxwell could only stare as he heard the large electro-shock weapon in Dee's hand humming as it rose to full charge, his cock throbbing and oozing pre-cum even now, untouched and unstimulated. He blinked, glancing from the gun to the rat, and back again, but said nothing.

Dee forced a smile, trying not to look at the fox's cock; at how inviting it seemed even now.

"Fun fact, Maxie. This room is a Faraday cage. If I brought a surrogate in here, the radio signal travelling between the surrogate and its user would be blocked, and it would shut down. That can only mean one of two things. Either you're a real fox, and I think we both know that's not true. Or... and this is the fun part, you're a proxy without a controller. So please, dear Maxwell. Please offer me proof that the subroutines running this proxy body of yours are part of a fully sapient AI. If you can I'll be more than happy to let you go, hell, we can even finish fucking! I'd be able to sell my story for millions; the first woman ever to have a one night stand with the first AI ever to attain the awareness of a person. Otherwise I believe that your existence is in violation of around fifty five major public harassment and business etiquette laws, and any minute now you'll either try to run, or..."

A brief flicker of light in the fox's eyes made Dee fall silent, and she watched knowingly as the fox stiffened, his face falling into a slack, neutral expression, and toppled to one side upon the bed. The rat rolled her eyes, shrugging as she reset the safety upon her weapon and laid it to one side. Reaching down to the fox she rolled him over onto his stomach, and fumbled behind his right ear for a few moments until her fingertips felt a couple of small ridges. It only took a minute or so for Dee to find the right sequence, and a few sharp taps of her digits against those ridges later the fox hissed softly, a pressure seal releasing and a small panel sliding open in the back of his skull.

It only took the rat a few seconds of looking in that panel for her face to light up, gleeful and victorious. He was a new model, top of the line! Sure his hard-drive had been wiped to remove all incriminating evidence of which sales company had programmed him, so there'd probably be very little left to glean in the way of software, but the hardware on this baby would fetch quite the pretty penny, not to mention upgrading many of the components in some of her own home systems. She'd be up all night disassembling and cataloguing the various parts that this proxy contained, and she'd love every minute of it. There was in fact only one downside to the outcome of the evening, and that had nothing whatsoever to do with what was to be found within the robot's vulpine shell.

"You know, you could have had one last good time before your programming went bye-bye. But no, you just had to slip one more advert in there. I remember there was at least a time when you guys would shut up during sex, saving the sales pitch for the afterglow when we were all nice and relaxed. I guess there's always new lows for you all to reach, though."

Stepping off the bed, Dee made her way across the bedroom and pushed open the door which led to her en-suite wash room. A large shower cubicle, more than big enough for a taur to stand in comfortably, dominated the far wall of the room, and within that cubicle a shelf stood containing various bath products as well as several sex toys, each bearing a suction cup upon their tip. It was these toys that Dee looked at now, licking her lips hungrily and shivering in renewed excitement. She glanced back across to the bed, where the de-activated proxy now lay in a frozen, almost comical state of rigour mortis, cock still erect and glistening with a mixture of his pre-cum and Dee's own arousal.

"I'll be back to sort you out in a bit. But first, I've gotta take care of myself."

The rat smirked as she wiggled her rump and aching treasure at the frozen, inactive robot, then stepped towards the shower cubicle, its glass door sliding automatically open for her. She selected one of the larger toys from the wall, a thick dildo with a vibrator built in, and secured its suction cup to the floor of the shower before turning on the spot and lining herself up with it, ready to sit down and resume the approach to that second sweet orgasm which she had been denied. A spasm of urgent desire wracked Dee's body as she felt the tip of the dildo brush against her outer lips, and the rat-taur groaned in a mixture of frustration and excitement as the shower door slid shut and the water engaged; flooding over her in hot, heavy, oh so relaxing streams. She closed her eyes, and with those final words hanging in the steamy air pushed down around the toy, feeling its already humming length filling her needy pussy and pushing all thoughts of the silent, inactive fake fox upon her bed temporarily out of her mind.

"Mmh... f-fucking spam-bots."

By Jeeves