Horny Day 3
Beth meets with a client online.
Today is national Horny Day. Enjoy being horny, you wonderful freaks
In the virtual world, you can be anyone and with anyone. In this case, ‘anyone’ is a particularly affluent fan who sought a private virtual meeting.
Though Beth stands naked in the middle of her room, save for the sensors and haptic feedback devices, she appears in the middle of the amazingly wealthy penthouse suite, popping into existence in an elegant dress in her Vtubing avatar. She steps through the room, and as she does, she can feel the gentle buzzing of the haptics over her, stimulating her skin and simulating the feeling of the fabric against bare body.
It didn’t account for underwear. That’s fine, because she wasn’t wearing any.
A ping and a notification flashed in her vision, and she turned around to find an older gentleman sitting at the piano. His fingers tickle the ivories in a way so fluid she has to wonder if it was him who was playing or a preprogrammed emote. Even if it was pre-programmed, the tiny twitches of his muzzle and flicks of his tail and ears show how much this man must have spent on this demonstration.
Beth bites her lips. Could this be the one she was looking for?
The wolf looks up to her, smirking and standing carefully from his seat. “Hello,” he says. I’m so glad to finally meet you in person,” he chuckles.
She smirks back at him, holding out her hand, palm-down. “I am equally charmed.”
The gentleman takes her hand and leans in, pressing his muzzle to her skin. The gentle buzz of his kiss makes her shiver.
“It’s been a long time coming. I’ve been a fan since you first started. Truthfully, I sometimes worried that you were too big for us to speak one-on-one like this.”
Putting on her persona, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Oh, no no no, I would always have time for you!”
He rubs the back of her hand with his thumb, nodding. “That may be true, but I’m under no delusions that you are here for me merely because I paid for your presence. I just wish to spend time with you here and now.
“And what is it you want to do?” she asks.
Smirking, he says, “I wish to test my new equipment. “I’m sure you’re eager to test yours as well.”
“Eager is one word for it.” She takes his hand and leads him away. This may be a swanky place, but it is based on the standard penthouse model scene in the game. She knows exactly where the bedroom is.
“Lie down on the bed,” she says, stripping herself of her clothing. It is a formality to make things a lot more natural for her. The buzzing down her body makes her shiver, but the shivering is a bit forced. After all, the way it falls is all preprogrammed. The procedural fabric physics system uses too much horsepower to be feasible in a real-time environment like this.
When he strips down, he immediately pops into his naked form, his muscles big and wide—a completely different model than before—and his cock is absolutely huge.
When she climbs onto the bed to join him, the thing sits up tall, pointing to her tits. At least the procedural physics engine here works. She wraps her arms and legs around the thing, feeling that haptic buzzing. Luckily, he can’t see it on her model when she wrinkles her nose. He paid for something good, and fuck it, she’s so fuckin’ horny right now.
Wrapping her model’s impressive tits around the length, she bounces up and down, her hands playing with the shaft while the model’s feet work near the base. She feels it all, of course, just not anywhere near as well as she would.
“Uugh,” the wolf groans, squirming around on the bed. “Suck it.”
She rolls her eyes, puts her mouth around the thing, moves her head up and down but is careful not to let the model clip.
She feels none of it—her pussy feeling so neglected even with that new toy put up in there. It yearns for him to unleash into her—or rather, for anything to take her.
It doesn’t take long—not long at all, for him to groan out and activate the climax subroutine, sending goopy, poorly rendered cum shooting up and into her mouth and all over her body. It keeps going, filling the room, colliding with many processes.
She opens her mouth, shouting for him to stop the simulation, but her voice cannot get through all the processes. It is only broken and robotic, lost as the simulation locks up and just as suddenly, the computer crashes.
She throws off her glasses, punching her bed. “Fuck!” growls the cow. “Fuck, fuck!”
The cow sits there, frustrated. No one online knows what it is like to actually have sex. They have to live vicariously. She understands this, sure. She lives it herself. Her very existence as a Vtuber is a vicarious friendship, but fuck, she needs cock—real cock.
And where the fuck is she going to get it?”
In her heart, she hears the idea.
She gulps, and then she pants heavily, undoing each of her straps and sensors. She pulls out her vibrator, leaving it primarily unused on her bed.
Now fully unclothed, Beth approaches the window, pressing her hands and chest against it. She stares out into the dusk at the house just next to hers.
Their neighbor.
Her parents’ ‘friend.’
He’s the key.