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Ash looked at his new headset. It was one of those virtual reality ones from Masklabs, the absolute cutting edge of them all. It'd cost him nearly two months of salary to afford it. Supposedly, this one beat all the others because of the integrated… what was it they called it? Total Ontologically Overwhelming Neurotech? Something like that. TOON. The acronym was easy to remember but it felt distinctly tortured to Ash.

The point was that this headset was supposed to give a total, The Matrix-like virtual experience by wirelessly “overwhelming" the user's neutrons and causing them to interpret the headset's broadcasted data rather than the immediate surrounding reality. It sounded a little scary. Quite a few doctors had suggested it might eventually cause permanent desensitization to “true" reality because of how much more vivid the sensations created by overwhelmed neurons could be.

And blah-de-blah, all the usual concerned-scientist-stuff this, the government-recommends-against-prolonged-use that. What did those guys know? They even said bacon causes cancer. Bacon. Ash shook his head. Besides, he wasn't planning to live in virtual reality like some of his friends did nowadays. He just didn't want to miss out on whatever Masklabs had cooked up, which was supposedly so revolutionary that it made all previous attempts look like bushcraft.

The headset came with some instructions. Ash looked through them, basically squirming in his seat with anticipation. As a self-proclaimed nerd, he took pride in reading the instructions, even if the modern internet had, long ago, basically eradicated his attention span. Still, it was like they said in the nineties: RTFM. And he did.

Somewhat concerning was the sheer volume of warnings. He was not to use the headset while drunk. Not in busy areas. Not if he had epilepsy. Not if he had experienced depersonalization before and did not wish to experience it again – that was very oddly phrased – and not while… the list went on and on. What did “Caution against using headset if you feel distress not inhabiting your original body"? The legalese was almost incomprehensible. Ash didn't feel particularly excited about “not inhabiting his original body", he thought. Then again, maybe he did, since that was the entire purpose of the headset. But if his body permanently changed, he'd feel different. Probably.

It was only a caution anyway, not even a warning, so Ash kept reading, brushing his red hair out of his eyes and pondering if he should have a shower first. No, he was too impatient, he couldn't wait that long.

Quickly, Ash got into his most comfortable chair a – leather loveseat that he had actually inherited from his parents, twice reupholstered – and slipped the headset on. The world instantly disappeared. It felt a little like the moment a drug initially hit, or maybe a blow to the head that made everything flash and double. But soon, he was staring into a perfect, starlit void, suspended in space as text scrolled by to introduce him to the experience.

“Welcome to Masklabs VR," it read.

And then it continued like that. Talking about all the potential experiences he could have and not shying away from the fact that the headset was very usable for “immersive sex" and anything else he wanted to do. Ash stopped paying attention halfway through, instead marveling at how he could reach into space and hold a star in the palm of his hand.

“We encourage you to play with as many avatar configurations as possible. As a starting bonus, we have added a multitude of possible bodies and enhancements to your profile; why not start off with something unlike the real life you?"

Ash opened his inventory and was immediately greeted by an enormous amount of potential body parts. At first, he thought about simply remaking himself as he was in real life – somewhat skinny, freckles, red hair – but then, he considered that oddly convincing text that still lingered in his field of vision. Why not start off with something unlike the real life him? That was the point of this, wasn't it? To adventure, to do and to be things he couldn't try in real life.

He looked into the category labeled “animal" that was helpfully glowing a bright gold. He scrolled through all the anthropomorphic animal shapes that he could choose from, and eventually settled on a handsome male red fox. A red fox felt very appropriate given his red hair in real life, Ash mused. And male, of course. The “female" option was also highlighted in gold, but he didn't feel comfortable with the idea.

Not immediately anyway. The shiny glow felt like a convincing argument, but he resisted and equipped the standard male red fox.

Immediately, his entire body morphed. It didn't feel like anything more than a tingle, but orange and white fur sprouted all over his body, his nose grew into a snout, and soon enough, he felt like a very real anthropomorphic fox. If perhaps a little cartoony in proportions owing to the virtual world's art style. His eyes were a little bigger than they would've been on a real animal, and-

-Ash glanced down, between his legs. His cock, or sheath, was certainly a lot bigger, too. Generally, his proportions reminded him of old cartoons, with his limbs just a touch shorter and his torso longer than one might expect.

He clicked “done". And slowly, he was lowered from the introductory space down onto a busy street in the middle of a massive city. The urban noise quickly grew in volume, and while he looked around – still translucent and people walking through him as if he wasn't there at all – he immediately noticed that everyone in this world had also chosen to be anthropomorphic animals.

He had expected a selection of games. Instead, what he got was a world. Then, fully synchronized, he suddenly fully materialized in the middle of the street and had to step aside to avoid the next passing wolf walking right into him.

Wow. The city was soaked in neon, and looked more vivid and real than anything he had ever witnessed in real life. This had to be what they meant with overwhelming. It was strange; the sheer vividity of it, it was indescribable. As if reality had a fog that he had never noticed that covered up the real brightness of all colors, the real sharpness of contours…

Ash touched the wall closest to him. It was smooth concrete, but somehow it felt nice, friendlier than normal concrete which was always cold and unfeeling. But it was still just concrete.

For a moment he simply stood there, by the side of the street, almost drunkenly taking in the sight of hundreds – no, thousands – of anthropomorphic animals passing him by. Were they even real, or just non-player characters? Ash couldn't tell, but each time one brushed against him, he desperately wanted to reach out and brush his fingers through their fur.

Oddly enough, a lot all of the women – females? – that he saw were naked. Not that Ash complained, they all looked rather beautiful with their breasts and pussies readily bared for everyone to stare at, and he was all too happy to do so. There were a number of naked males too, and even if his gaze didn't linger on their pendulous cocks or perfectly sculpted pecs for quite as long, Ash couldn't deny some looked rather desirable regardless. But for now, there was some other business to attend to before he really settled down to enjoy the sights.

This would be an entire world of new experiences, Ash could tell, and he couldn't wait to start exploring it.

---

It took Ash a week or so before he actually did anything more than marvel at the sheer immersion of his world and finish some simple but interesting quests. The world had so many interesting aspects to it, but over time, he'd gradually start feeling a rather natural arousal build up. The only natural part of it was the fact that it was arousing, though, because it was much more consuming than anything he had felt in real life.

When he looked at other characters or players in the virtual world, it was like his stomach did a flip, a warm flush spreading over his entire body, and his simulated vulpine cock practically jumped out of its fuzzy, warm sheath. It had to be some kind of added challenge, Ash reasoned. Initially he wasn't going to engage in that part of the game much, but the need only grew and grew, and he was more and more aware of the naked characters that he kept seeing, ensuring that his lust remained painfully present and intense. He still couldn't understand why they'd choose to walk around bare naked, but maybe they were simply exhibitionists. Or NPCs designed to encourage the sexy aspect of the game.

One day, he noticed a peculiar building while exploring the city. It looked like a sex shop from the outside, but clean and welcoming. After all, nothing had to be dirty in virtual reality unless you wanted it to be. The sign up front promised relief, and around it swirled that golden glow that Ash had come to understand meant that Masklabs recommended having a closer look.

As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a pleasant scent in the air and several holes in a rather plain wall. The instructions simply said to “press himself against any of the holes" and he'd have his needs taken care of. The sheer casualness of it all, the apparent normalization of having sex with complete strangers in plain sight of everyone else – the building's windows weren't covered, nor was the glass dimmed – seemed almost preposterously perverted, borderline depraved.

And then, as Ash watched, a handsome brown horse walked in, pulled his pants down, fished out a hard, equine cock, and slid it into one of the holes without as much as thinking about it, as if it was perfectly normal. Ash's mouth suddenly felt very dry, and he could feel his knotted cock throb hard in his pants as he watched the horse's expression dissolve into pleasure with a satisfied groan, his hips twitching against the gloryhole.

Though Ash had grown a little numb to the excesses of the virtual world, it still struck him as a little bit odd that the game encouraged it so heavily. It didn't seem monetized in any way. Perhaps it was ideological?

On top of that, as he tried to think about it, the swirling golden glow returned, this time around the “hole". The game was telling him to use it, highly recommending it, and it was so incredibly soothing to look at, the same way picking up legendary loot made him feel. Satisfying. Pleasurable. Almost arousing. He was already hard, but if he hadn't been… well, he wanted to just keep staring. His mind felt like it was rippling like the surface of a calm lake under a summer breeze.

Almost as if on autopilot, Ash pulled his pants down. They were actually armor, but he liked the casual look, so he had transmogrified them to look like a pair of regular, high-quality slacks. He preferred looking all civilized and slick in the “city" area of the game that was his home between adventures, and had grown rather accustomed to being a handsome sharp-dressed fox.

Right now, though, he felt anything but restrained and refined. No, he was needy like a common beast.

His cock sprung out. Another male character had entered the building and occupied a hole, and neither he nor the horse paid him any attention, as if walking around with your cock out, displaying your arousal to anyone who looked, was perfectly normal here.

Maybe it really was normal. Ash felt a little dizzy as he approached the hole.

It's alright, echoed a voice in his head that wasn't quite his own. You can just enjoy yourself and let others enjoy themselves with you.

By the time Ash thought about who had just spoken to him, he had already slid his rock-hard cock into the inviting hole. And seconds afterwards, between that thought dawning on him and him processing it, a warm, wet mouth engulfing his length. It was the kind of thought-annihilating sensation that immediately made him feel like everything, everywhere, was incredibly good.

Whoever was on the other side of the wall sucked eagerly. They worshipped his cock, licking over every single inch while maintaining a perfect suction, plump lips squeezing just enough to give his cock something to jerk and throb and strain against. It only took seconds for him to let out his first moan, just like the other males in the room. It was impossible not to.

Soon he was humping against the wall with a needy intensity that he had never felt in real life, not even with his ex. Sure, that had felt good, but this was heavenly. Like his entire being was concentrated in his cock, and slowly sucked away from him in the most pleasurable, eye-wateringly ecstatic flood of sensations.

Just on the brink of his very quick orgasm, another thought occurred to Ash. Who was on the other side? Did they enjoy sucking him as much as he enjoyed this side of things? Would he enjoy sucking someone's cock like this? Pushing his ass, or even his pussy against a gloryhole and letting a stranger use him?

Briefly, in a kind of lightning-flash sensation, he could feel the other point of view. He was on his knees, sucking eagerly on his own cock, slurping for dear life while fingering a wet, dripping pussy – dripping with someone else's cum – in absolute heaven, even more intense and deep than the pleasure he felt being sucked.

And then he came, so hard he almost blacked out. With a desperately needy moan, Ash gave one final thrust of his furred haunches into the mouth of whoever was on the other side of the hole, as the reverse image burned itself into his subconscious. It'd linger there for a while. But right now, nothing mattered but the way his knotted cock pulsed and jerked as he fed his cum into the eager mouth sucking on him, until he was trembling, his body threatening to simply give up and collapse on the spot.

Finally, after something like a full minute of orgasming – he seemed to produce an unnaturally large amount of cum, with the virtual reality overexaggerating his natural climax – the mouth left his softening cock, and Ash pulled himself out of that wonderful hole with a silly, empty-headed grin on his face. The whole world felt even more vivid and even more welcoming in that twilight state, and as he absentmindedly wiped a few more drops of cum onto his tail, Ash figured that he'd be visiting the gloryholes a lot in the coming weeks.

There was one more thing that stood out, though.

He couldn't help but imagine himself doing just that. Sucking cock. Maybe his own. Certainly, he was big enough to do so, now, and with that, the idea had been firmly planted in his head. Ash looked down at himself. No, that was too much, wasn't it?

Then again, he had already seen a few others doing it. It was just one of those things that was barely even noteworthy. Of course a sufficiently big guy would suck his own cock. What man wouldn't?

Well, Ash wasn't too keen on the idea himself. Not yet, anyway.

---

A few weeks later, Ash pulled his mouth off his own cock and licked his lips to wipe up the spilled cum. He really couldn't believe how good it felt, but it was rather like an addiction. He had stopped going to the gloryhole entirely because of how much easier it was to just blow himself, and he got a tasty, sticky treat for it.

He had also enjoyed hundreds of adventures in his new virtual home, to the point that he'd barely kept up with his real life. But that was okay; real life had no inherent value, after all. And how could it, when the virtual one felt so much more alive?

Still, it was slowly losing its charm, despite all the orgasms and loads of his own virtual cum he swallowed. Ash found himself gradually growing bored with the world the way it was presented, and daily adventures became less intense when they were the norm. He had saved hundreds of princesses, saved the world from dragons and megacorporations at least a dozen times each, and seen the world far beyond the solar system more than once. And so, the everyday tasks started to get a little boring.

Even the sex, as pleasurable as it was, was slowly losing its luster. After all, the novelty was gone, and though each slutty, public orgasm was still amazing, it didn't quite tickle him the way it used to. It was then that the game sunk its second hook into him, as the software noticed that his engagement metrics were down. When Ash logged in the next time, it was to an entirely different introduction.

“You've explored so many parts of the world! Isn't it time to start exploring yourself? Try our exclusive avatar upgrade packs, free for a limited time only if you equip them for at least a week!"

The game kept insisting that Ash do just that. So far, he had declined the offers; he had little interest in being a woman, or whatever else it recommended. But wouldn't it be nice to at least see what the idea was, the devil on his shoulder asked. The game did have that other aspect too. He hadn't done it much yet, addictive as it was, because the rest of the world was so immersive, but there was also the sex. The mind-blowingly pleasurable sex. That might be interesting as a female character, he thought.

Wouldn't it? The swirling gold glow of the free “upgrade pack" offers kept drawing his eyes to it. It was like it was flooding his head with dopamine by just considering the offer, which was probably something they had intentionally added to the game.

He thought about it for a good few minutes, staring at that swirling graphic. Maybe it would be. Finally, he looked at his options. He could choose to be a female fox for free, if he wanted to. Tits and all.

Ash was going to close the window when he got another immense craving – that was the best word for it, either a craving or a compulsion – to try it anyway. He felt like there would be a hole in his heart if he didn't at least try it, like it'd be a decision that he would inevitably regret for the rest of his natural life. It was overwhelming, and quickly, without thinking about it too closely, Ash equipped the female fox body.

For some reason, he hadn't expected it, but in an instant, his cock was gone, replaced by a puffy, feminine sex between his legs. And he had a pair of heavy breasts with no way to hide them, because all of his clothes were made for the male body. That left him naked, but just as Ash was about to panic, there was that soothing golden glow again.

“Very good! You're doing fantastic," the text read, in an almost patronizing way. “Don't worry about your nudity. All characters, and most of all female ones – due to others players' preferences – only benefit from not wearing any, since players appreciate seeing you! Proceed with playing the game without wearing anything at all for a fun challenge!"

It sounded preposterous, but somehow it was very convincing to Ash. He, no, she, moved in front of a mirror to look at her new body. She was almost oversexualized, with what had to be double D breasts and wide, inviting hips. And of course, that puffy-lipped pussy. A sudden surge of pride shot through her; of course she should let others admire this beautiful avatar! In fact, the thought of showing off, as recommended by the seductive golden-glow text, left her a little aroused. Enough so that she, much to her surprise, found herself getting a little wet. Slowly, a slick sheen of feminine lust formed at her lips.

Ash wasn't sure what to do about it. Maybe the gloryhole building had options for women, too. She decided it couldn't hurt to at least check it out while basking in the joy of her new, sexy body being stared at.

She froze just as she was about to touch the door to her little player apartment, and reconsidered what she was doing. This wasn't normal. She wasn't acting anything like the person she was in real life would. Quickly, she forced herself to move her real hands and flick off the headset.

Returning to reality felt like whiplash. Like horrible, almost painful whiplash. It was never pleasant, returning to his little flat in real life, but today felt even worse than usual. Ash pried the headset off and buried his face in his hands. He felt so drained. As if all the dopamine in his brain had been entirely depleted by the game, and nothing felt even remotely exciting.

It felt like the world was greyscale. Flat, angular greyscale. His body felt stiff and heavy, not moving or stretching anything like his cartoony fox selves, both male and female.

There was something off about the whole device, she – he, Ash had to remind him_self, _he wasn't a woman in real life – thought, even as a headache quickly grew. It felt almost as if they had made the world deliberately addictive. The way everything felt so much better than reality itself, and the way every action he took in that world was so deeply satisfying. And that golden glow.

Ash's cock got instantly hard again as he thought about how pleasant that golden glow of “recommendations" was. And he missed it instantly. But he had to take a little break from it all. Maybe a long break, before he ended up completely brainwashed and unable to feel pleasure in real life. Ash almost cried as he placed the headset on a shelf, but he insisted that he take a week off. After all, she – Ash slapped himself in the face – he had almost completely degraded himself, walking around naked and… what had the plan even been? To go the gloryhole and take the role on the other side of that wall? With her mouth and that beautiful wet pussy? Letting all the other players and NPCs fuck her brains out, along with every single thought she could muster, leaving only pleasure? Was that the goal?

To be a complete slut for others to use for their pleasure, rather than all the adventures, exploring, and just general fun that the world offered?

Was that the plan, Ash? Do you like that? Would you like to go through with it? Is the game really that addictive?

His hand twitched as he almost reached for the headset to offset the gnawing emptiness inside him. Real life would become fun again, given some time, and he could still enjoy the virtual reality on weekends. Yeah. Moderation. That was what it was all about.

---

The very next day, Ash was already fantasizing about diving back into the wonderful virtual world. Work was almost unbearable at this point. His performance hadn't suffered yet, not too much, but there was a constant frustration that it wasn't more fun. He no longer got any satisfaction from performing simple tasks or accomplishing things, perhaps because his brain needed a little time to recover and adjust back to normal levels.

Still, he was fidgeting. His stomach felt as if he was a kid on Christmas Eve, just about to open his presents. Maybe a little play session after work every day would be alright, Ash reasoned. After all, some people managed to use social media responsibly, and that was exactly the same kind of dopamine rush and addiction.

And it'd feel so damn good to don the headset again, wouldn't it, just for an hour or so.

Right?

He simply couldn't resist after an entire workday of resistance. Before he could stop or think about what he was actually doing, Ash already picked up the headset – he had set it to charge yesterday just before going to bed – and slipped it back on his head.

The relief was immediate and palpable as he switched worlds again, reality and its chores fading away and the hypervivid virtual space swallowing him whole. A deep satisfaction, to the point of causing arousal, resonated through him like the rumble of thunder on a calm summer day. He slumped back with relief, just staring at the virtual ceiling for a moment, and feeling the weight of his heavy breasts, as he remembered that in this world, he was a she again.

It honestly felt better too. And with that relief and feeling of rightness, came arousal as always. She began to think about what she might do with this sexy new body, again. She couldn't switch back for a week, so there was no reason not to enjoy herself a little, Ash reasoned. In this form, she felt a lot more attracted to males too, it turned out, feeling that wonderful warm tingling just thinking about hard abs and an even harder cock, with heavy balls and…

…yeah, she needed to try it out, at least, because she couldn't really go out adventuring in this state. She'd be too distracted. Ash headed out, not even considering that she might want to get dressed or at least wrap herself in a towel this time, and found herself walking towards that gloryhole building from earlier buck naked.

She realized that she wasn't shocked or even embarrassed that she was naked anymore. Just like so many of the other female characters she had seen seemed to, Ash enjoyed showing off. Each time someone stared at her bouncing tits or any other part of her a little longer than appropriate, she felt a buzz of excitement, growing a little slicker and warmer, her nipples quickly hard as little diamonds in the gentle afternoon breeze.

Ash reached the building but quickly realized that the doors wouldn't open to her in this body. Instead, an arrow appeared in her vision – “female entrance in the back" – and she compulsively obeyed the golden glow surrounding both the arrow and text, trembling all over in anticipation of what she would hopefully get to do.

It just felt so good to follow the headset's instructions.

Finally, Ash entered the building from the other side. And she was faced with a sight that was lewd, perverted beyond her wildest imaginations. In front of her was the wall from the other side, only unlike the “male" side, where little of anything was actually seen, here she could see a row of females just like herself either kneeling in front of the holes – slurping and sucking on a plethora of different but equally hard cocks – or pressed against them, moaning happily as they were presumably being rutted by those very same shafts.

She saw the golden glow around one the holes, currently unoccupied by anyone, inviting her to take her place next to a rather curvy otter who couldn't stop eagerly giggling to herself while sucking someone's cock and rubbing her leaking pussy.

Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong. This can't be normal. They have to have some kind of evil plan or something. I shouldn't do this. There's a really, really big step between sucking your own cock and sucking that of some stranger who you've never even met. Ash's mind was suddenly cast into full-blown turmoil yet again. Were they training her? This couldn't be part of the normal gameplay. Using the holes was one thing, but serving one was beyond the pale.

Wasn't it? Or maybe it really wasn't. After all, one partner had to be the receptive one if the other hand a cock. Something like that. Maybe this was just what females, like herself, were supposed to do, just like the males were supposed to eagerly fuck any offered hole and pump their cum into it. She was staring at the golden glow again, slowly moving closer.

Females were just sleeves to rut and cum into. Males were just mindless living dildos. The truth was clear as day, only Ash didn't want to accept it even as she obeyed, another sweet rush of dopamine flooding her mind as she knelt down next to the gloryhole.

That was when it all started to feel too much. Why was she obeying? Ash didn't know, it just felt very, very good to obey, and she – or at least, her avatar? – licked her lips in anticipation of getting the treat that the hole in front of her face promised.

“So do I just like…" someone muttered on the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, just stick it in and someone's gonna suck it," another voice replied. A pair of new players exploring the world just like Ash had, and really, still was doing. “They're really good at it too."

The other voice hesitated for a moment, and Ash, despite herself, began to feel rather impatient. She was a sodden mess between her legs, unable to resist reaching down there and feeling wetness, softness, and heat. It felt so different to having a cock. But maybe it wasn't fundamentally different. Both were merely organs to give someone their preferred kind of lusty pleasure with.

“And this is like, totally normal?" the other voice asked, finally.

“Yeah. Just do it, f-fuck," the other replied, moaning as he followed his own advice, and the girl right next to Ash – a wolf – moaned happily as she wrapped her lips around a rather luscious-looking canine cock.

Moments later, a cock pushed through the hole in front of Ash, too. She took a brief second to admire it, the red and veiny surface, the needy throbbing, the pearl of clear precum slowly forming at the tip. Then, with the hypnotic golden glow guiding her, Ash wrapped her lips around that beautiful cock and began suck instinctively.

He tasted amazing. The firm shaft was so warm against her lips, and each time her tongue lashed across the underside, he throbbed in her mouth. Ash almost gagged when the first warm squirt of precum hit the back of her throat, but it only took her a moment to adjust and swallow. Sucking cock felt so good, the way it twitched and jerked and rewarded everything she did with another gush of tangy warmth, while the male behind the wall moaned happily.

New as she was to it, it only took him maybe a minute to cum, and it happened suddenly. Ash felt his knot suddenly swell, almost getting trapped in her mouth, and then, just as she realized what was happening, his cock pulsed hard against her tongue, a silvery rope of cum erupting into her mouth almost instantly. It was rich and thick, warm and creamy, and there was so much of it. Ash swallowed his seed while moaning, the virtual reality making the flavor both amazing and addictive, like strawberries, like a fine wine, like… heaven. She kept sucking, feeling the slippery heat slide down her throat and into her belly. Gods, it felt so good that she couldn't understand why she had ever even cared about being on the other side! This was so much nicer.

And it made her so wet and itchy, like she desperately needed to get fucked.

A dribble of the stranger's cum oozed from the corner of her slender muzzle and down over her tits, and – while still swallowing – Ash traced a finger through it and then reached for her new pussy, smearing the cum all over her clit. The sensation was electric, and she couldn't help but moan and lose her suction, with the last rope of cum splattering over her face instead. But his orgasm was just about over; after that last squirt, and after Ash managed to catch his softening cock in her mouth again, the cum stopped coming. Moments later, he pulled out with a satisfied grunt.

On some level, Ash knew exactly what she had just done. She had just sucked her very first cock, and she had loved letting it fill her mouth with cum. But she had other concerns, like that burning need in her pussy.

“You should try out everything your new body offers! Remember, it's only yours for a limited time!" the text across her vision read. Oh. Of course. She was supposed to offer herself to get fucked, too. That was what toony vixen-sluts like her did.

Where did that thought come from? Her mind was reeling, swimming, every thought so diffuse that it felt like her entire head had been dipped in that soothing golden glow. But the thought, no matter who or what it came from, was right. She needed to have her pussy stuffed with cock, to serve whatever needy male wanted to cum next.

“Good girl," the text read, as Ash stood up on shaky legs, turned around, and pressed her rump against the padded hole in a shameless offering. Then, she held herself there with breathless anticipation. Would it be a wolf who took her? Maybe a cat? She had no idea how those barbed cocks felt, but they looked exciting, and they came just the same. That was what mattered, after all. She just had to make others feel good to feel good herself, and then everything would work out great.

She felt something warm, slick, and blunt nudge her ass. A horse, maybe. It had to be. In her mind's eye, it was the same handsome brown horse that she had seen when she first visited the gloryhole, coming back for more. Ash didn't ultimately know if this one was even a player, or just an NPC, but she also didn't care, as long as he had a thick equine cock to sink into her. She heard an excited whinny as her unseen lover figured out that he'd get to rut a warm, welcoming pussy instead of a mouth today, and she felt his hardness throb against her cheeks.

Should she have stopped what was about to happen? Maybe. Maybe she shouldn't even have come here at all. But then, she was a slutty, toony vixen, one who loved doing this, loved making people feel good and happy instead of bothering with thinking. Wasn't she?

Well, it didn't matter, because half a second later the cock pressed against her lips and then popped into her drenched body, meeting almost zero friction before she clenched down around it with a happy moan. The sensation was both alien and familiar to Ash; her real-life self couldn't ever even have imagined how good and strange it'd feel to have someone penetrate her like this. It felt wonderful, like she was truly being claimed and used, like her whole body was made to pleasure the handsome horse and his beautiful cock. At the same time, the slutty vixen personality that was gradually subsuming – or at least dominating – Ash's original one? She had taken hundreds of cocks just like this, perfectly fine with being fucked by anyone who needed to climax and giggling at all the good sensations those pretty boys bathed her body in, in their eagerness to get off.

And it felt so much better than being whoever she had originally been, at least in that wonderful moment. She moaned encouragingly, feeling almost like a passenger in her own body as it relished the sensation of being fucked without caring who was doing it. In response, the equine shaft inside her twitched just as eagerly, and its owner whinnied, probably barely believing his luck in getting to rut and breed a hungry little pussy like hers.

Then again, wasn't that what people came to the virtual world for? Ash was all too happy to help them. She clenched a little harder, rocking back against the wall and hole, eagerly working to breed herself on the horse's cock each time he paused to take a breather. It was beautiful how both of their bodies knew exactly what they wanted despite not having spoken to each other before, let alone never even having met. A beautiful, purely carnal union, the kind that left no space for thought or doubt, much less any desire to have either.

It was just sex. Pure, raw, and quickly messy. Ash could feel her juices drooling down her thighs, and at this point, it felt like she had always been like that. Like she'd never had a male body at all. She was just a sleeve, a toony fucktoy. Her fur, even, felt perfectly natural as it was soaked with her juices and the horse's precum, all of it drooling out of her stretched-taut pussy around his pulsating shaft. Gods, she needed more. More of him, more of everyone. This was ecstasy, it was what her life had always been, and what it had to be. She was a slut, a whore, an object-

-_the horse groaned as he suddenly thrust as deep as the wall would let him, before growing perfectly still but for his cock swelling even further inside Ash's wet, desperately thirsty depths. She clenched instinctively to encourage the inevitable, as his flare pressed into her inner walls, stimulating every simulated nerve in there – and probably some that could never exist in real life – flooding her entire being with the chemical, orgasmic reward of letting someone fuck her like this, of letting someone use her to feel good, of _accomplishing her purpose.

With his flare making sure that most of his cum would stay deep inside Ash's clenching cunt, exactly where it belonged, he finally came. And he came loudly, with a satisfied neigh as he finally bucked and throbbed inside her. An immense sense of heat flooded her very core, triggering another heavy rush of dopamine, and the orgasm- oh, the orgasm- Ash could barely comprehend anything with how hard the headset made her cum around the horse's cock. In real life, she soaked herself with her own cum. In the virtual world, she trashed and squirmed as her pussy milked the throbbing equine shaft for every last drop of cum in his balls, and as a horse -exaggerated by the simulation to be as sexy as possible – there was enough of it that the inevitable sticky backwash soaked her legs.

Yet, as she came, the world seemed to slow down. The pulses of cum came less and less frequently, but it wasn't because his orgasm was ebbing. No, time was literally slowing down as he bred her, filling her womb to the brim with his seed.

She was left panting with pleasure and immense relaxation. For a moment, the game kept her suspended like that, letting her savor the moment. But then, text appeared across her vision again.

“Congratulations! For exploring our virtual world so thoroughly, you are hereby invited to try Masklabs RL! The same experience, but in reality!"

Ash blinked away the tears of pleasure from her hazy vision. The next line had an address on it. The industrial area not too far from where she lived! How could anything like this be possible in real life? She'd never be fully female and so cartoony unless… no, it wasn't possible. But what if it was? She couldn't risk missing out on it, and so far, Masklabs had been nothing but friendly, loving, supportive, kind, and playful with her. If they wanted to show her something, she couldn't dream of declining the offer.

So, for the first time in a while, she took the headset off willingly, leaving her cum-soaked and potentially pregnant alter ego at the gloryhole until she got logged out for idleness. This time, there was no immediate headache or discomfort, but rather anticipation. Anticipation of what exactly it was that Masklabs wanted to introduce her to. If there was even the slightest chance that she could feel as good in real life as she did in the game, it would make her beyond ecstatic.

Ash didn't even notice that she still thought of herself as female, despite returning to her “real" male body.

A quick glance at the clock on her computer told Ash that she could make it to the Masklabs headquarters before sunset if she set off now, and so, that's exactly what she did. At least the day was overcast without the real – rather unpleasant – sun hurting her light-sensitive eyes. Still, even then, as Ash walked, she thought about how nothing felt as good as it did in the virtual world. There was no beautiful golden glow to guide her actions, instead she had to think about every choice that she made. There was no immediate dopamine rush as a reward for making the right choice, like accepting the offer to visit Masklabs, either.

And there were no gloryholes where everyone could feel shamelessly good together, at least not that Ash had ever been invited to.

Real life was disappointing, only further emphasized by the slow drizzle of rain as she made her way to Masklabs over a couple of miles of worn, mostly nondescript streets. They were all places she technically recognized, but really, they no longer felt like home. No, that wasn't it, not exactly. More accurately, she no longer felt like she belonged there. Like it was home, but she was the wrong person.

Maybe they could help her here the way their headset helped her before, Ash hoped as she finally reached the headquarters and stepped inside, clothes damp with the early spring rain. She approached the receptionist, who sat almost perfectly still in her seat, only growing animated as Ash approached. God, she had started thinking of everything in videogame terms. Maybe therapy would be better, Ash thought, but she'd not commit to anything before hearing what it was that Masklabs offered.

“Hello, there. Are you here about the offer to try out Masklabs Real Life?" she chirped, as Ash approached.

“How'd you- how'd you know?" Ash asked, rather taken aback by the apparent feat of clairvoyance.

The secretary smiled. “You just have that look in your eyes, you know? Like you're, um, let's say a little preoccupied fantasizing about your other life. And that's great! Please, follow me…"

Ash followed the secretary – she was clad in an almost skintight uniform that was halfway between a formal suit and something you'd wear on a spaceship – into the nearby elevator. There was an affirmative beep as she scanned her badge, and the elevator began to move. Downwards, of course. It almost felt symbolic, but Ash was having a hard time thinking about anything other than how badly she wanted to be back in virtual reality. She was actually getting the jitters, like some kind of addict.

She felt embarrassed about it.

Finally, after almost a full minute descending, they arrived at what looked like a factory floor. There were enormous machines, conveyor belts both on the floor and suspended from the ceiling, and a smell of latex in the air. She took a look around while the secretary quickly poked her tablet to confirm something.

There were a series of masks suspended above the conveyor belt, all of them animal-themed. And there, in the middle; a black latex mask, the silhouette of which looked exactly like Ash's virtual, female self. She felt an immediate pang of longing, a perverted nostalgia, as if she was looking at herself from an outside perspective. She wanted to run and put it on, but that'd have been impolite; instead, she turned towards the secretary.

“Hm? Oh, usually the guests just rush up there. Well, let's do this the proper way, shall we?" she giggled, green eyes almost twinkling as she realized that Ash hadn't fully succumbed yet, and she'd get to actually do her job. She loved doing her job. “We're offering you a chance to become your online character!"

“H-how is that- that's not actually possible?" Ash asked, stuttering, but she could barely contain the hope that maybe, just maybe, it was. Masklabs had never lied to her before.

“Very simple, with our full-body latex conversion technology!" the secretary grinned. Ash got the distinct feeling that the process excited her. “Now, it's not entirely free. You are expected to work for us for, um, a period of time."

She ignored the part on her tablet where it said forever, as the process is irreversible. There was no harm in lying to someone who would be too happy to even consider suing them soon enough. It was for his own good. Or hers, perhaps, she reasoned, given that Ash seemed fixated on one of the female masks.

Not that living latex truly had gender, but each mask had their own personality, and the virtual reality world had been built to condition individuals to align better with one of the presets so that full conversion could take place with minimal resistance. And this Ash, or Ashley as she had already decided her mascot name would be, seemed just about like the ideal candidate.

“Does that sound good?" she asked, as Ash kept staring at the mask, transfixed or even spellbound.

“Oh, uh, yes please, my current job-" Ash replied, just barely stopping herself from saying something that'd surely stop her from getting this new one. “Yes, please."

“Great! Just step on the assembly line. Just like that. Stick your legs in the cuffs. Don't worry, they're just there to make sure you don't fall off…"

The secretary guided Ash through the process. It felt a little weird to feel the cold metal clamp down around her leg, as if it was meant to restrain her. Like the whole process had originally been made for someone who didn't want this. But how could they not? Above her, the vixen mask, just like her real self, loomed, as if calling out to her. And she wanted that, maybe more than anything.

“Then stick your hands in these other cuffs to really make everything go fast…"

Ash did as instructed without any further doubt or questioning. Instead, she looked over the factory and suddenly noticed that they weren't alone. There was – she squinted to make sure – an anthropomorphic pony who had been sitting on a sofa in the corner, placed there so potential investors could watch the process. He was clad in perfect, shiny latex. A guard, or…?

No, not a guard. Not with the enormous equine erection jutting out from his crotch, or the silly smile on his face as he watched Ash get secured. He also shared the strangely cartoony proportions of everyone that Ash had seen in the virtual world, and it seemed rather unlikely that there could be a human inside the suit, so to speak. But there had to be, right?

“Who's that?" Ash asked, nodding towards the pony. She couldn't exactly point with her hands firmly cuffed to the rack that'd soon take her down the conveyor belt.

“Oh? That's one of our other models. He's going to help break you in, just case there's any human thoughts left after your conversion," the secretary smiled reassuringly. “Hey, eight-two-three-five. Get yourself ready for her, she'll be done in just a minute!"

The pony nodded in an exaggerated manner, and then began stroking his beautiful, black, shiny cock, quickly working it up to full hardness, at which point – with a little nicker-whimper of desire and anticipation – she watched the cartoonishly proportioned pony lean over to take the flared crown of his cock into his own mouth, a look of pure bliss washing over his features. Shamelessly. Just like everyone was completely shameless in…

…wait, what had the secretary said? Something sounded off and stuck to the back of Ash's mind like a thorn, something jagged and unpleasant that she knew she should've asked about. Human thoughts. That was what she had said, in those exact words. Ash didn't like how that sounded. But just then, the conveyor belt began to move.

“Have a nice trip!" the secretary called out. “Remember, the sooner you surrender the faster you'll be just like your virtual self!"

“What are you even-"

But then, she was just under the mask, which was quickly placed over her head by a mechanical arm. The world went dark, just like when she put on the headset before it was on. But then, she heard, or felt, a tingle, a wordless whisper, in the back of her head. It felt… welcoming. Like a- a-

She opened her eyes, and saw the real world with the same vivid detail as the virtual one had been. Ash gasped at the marvel of it all, though she questioned how she could see through the eyes of a mask as if they were her own. She felt like she was melting, or at least her head was. Was the mask fusing with her? She could feel its thoughts mingling with hers, only all of them were just like she had thought, herself, while playing with the headset. And so, there was barely any difference, and very quickly it was impossible to distinguish if that urge to have someone fuck her originated in herself or in the mask.

But she managed to glance downwards, and saw the same black latex slowly creep down her body. The sight made her mind do a little loop of anxious excitement. Where the rubber reached her chest, it immediately swelled out, and Ash could feel it. She could feel those beautiful new black breasts that grew from her previously masculine chest as the liquid reshaped her. Other than the color, it looked exactly like her online self!

It felt amazing. And at that moment, Ash was already fully subsumed by the latex. She wanted it to take over, because there was no difference anyway. She was a slutty, toony vixen, and she watched with glee as the rubber – encouraged by her rather brainwashed and conditioned acceptance – raced down her body to consume what was left of her human body. It all felt so warm and fuzzy and wonderful, finally making her feel just as good in real life as in the virtual reality.

It didn't take long at all. It never did when a new convert didn't resist. The latex melted away what little remained of Ash's masculinity, leaving her with the appropriately puffy and always damp pussy that she had already gotten used to. Her hips widened to something that males and sufficiently horny females could really grab on to, and those budding breasts swelled to a matching D-cup just like her other self. It was almost too much. Consuming, blinding euphoria, and smoldering lust that was already threatening to blossom into a firestorm.

She wanted to touch herself, to explore that beautiful real body that she had always had, and cum out the last of her memories of being human and doubts about embracing her true vixen-self, but had to wait a few more painful minutes as latex swept down her form to leave her entire being as deliciously shapely and stretchy as her upper body already was.

Suddenly the cuffs came loose with a loud clack. Ash almost stumbled, with her own body feeling almost gelatinous with pleasure, but she managed to catch herself and stand back up with a strange mélange of sensations that was initially a little confusion and bewilderment both, until the secretary told her what she was to do.

“Well, you might be our single most successful participant so far!" the secretary beamed. “Hop on down from there and go ride the nice pony before he blows all over himself. Gotta make sure all the traces of your old self are gone."

That seemed like sound advice! Ash didn't even want to remember. Her memories of the old times felt like a faded dream, and soon they'd be gone entirely, leaving only the manufactured and perfect backstory of herself as a slutty toon pleasure-vixen! Her head felt so pleasurably empty, like there was plenty of space to do whatever she wanted there rather than worrying about politics, taxes, and work.

Mostly, it was just lust. What could be more fun than wild, casual sex with as many people as possible?

She hopped down and approached the pony, who – drooling around his cock – raised his eyes to look at her. There was no real glimmer of understanding or recognition in his eyes, being a former “participant" himself, but there was certainly lust, in the form of a horny, vapid grin as his eyes fell upon the transformed vixen's breasts, and then that near-perpetually leaking fuckhole between her legs.

“You guys have fun, I need to process some more virtual reality people," the secretary called out just before disappearing into the elevator, confident that the new, toony mascots would do exactly what Masklabs had planned. “We'll have someone drop by and pick you up for client rentals later, Ashley!"

And with that, she was gone. Ash felt another twinge of hesitation despite drooling – from both ends – at the sight of the pony's majestic cock. A kind of vague, ragged nostalgia for a past that she was increasingly unsure had ever existed. Something about being able to make her own decisions. But she also knew exactly what would fix those kind of blues: sex!

Ash hopped onto the sofa, leaned back, and spread her legs invitingly. It all felt like a dream; her actions flowed so naturally that she wasn't even sure if she was consciously taking them, instead of just following what happened to feel good, like baring her perfect little pussy for males.

The pony, with that empty-headed smile never fading from his face, immediately climbed on top of her. It was, after all, his duty to ensure that all new participants didn't have to worry about anything ever again by making sure they came out the last little bit of human thoughts that remained. It was a little easier with other males – simple as they were when it came to sex – but a good, rough fucking did the trick on female mascots as well.

He pressed his cock against Ash's pussy, and despite his enormous girth, slid inside her almost effortlessly, as her body immediately adapted and stretched for him, becoming a perfect fit even if it hadn't started off as one.

This felt even better than the gloryhole, Ash realized, and she moaned out loud, unable to bottle up the pleasure. She wasn't meant to. She was supposed to let everyone hear how much she loved getting fucked, and so, she did, as the pony began to really thump his hips into her, at a rapid pace. Toony mascots didn't need warmup nor foreplay, which was part of why they were such a successful product. Any size was fine immediately.

And so, the nameless pony, an empty-headed and happy mascot just like Ash herself would be after her orgasm – a climax helped the mask take over entirely – fucked her senseless with his enormous horsecock. Each sensation was further magnified by the rubber itself, which was far more sensitive than her real skin had ever been. Each thrust felt like pure satisfaction, like exactly the kind of pussy-clenching, juice-dripping pleasure that she needed. And each brought her closer to that point of no return, from which point on she would truly be Ashley, her vixen character and the mask's personality, rather than some poor, grey, boring, sad human named Ash. She couldn't wait.

“C-come on, fuck my brains out," she cried, in a whining, squealing cry.

And he did. He sped up, and Ash's mind just about melted at how his swollen flare raked her insides. White-hot, molten pleasure engulfed her.

Why be anything else when she could be the slutty vixen Ashley? Her ideal self. Everything she had ever wanted to be. A giggly free spirit who wasn't afraid of enjoying any pleasures she could find.

She wrapped her legs around the nameless pony's hips, squeezing in rhythm with those rutting thrusts, and he thrust even harder, until he was practically bouncing her entire body back and forth on the sofa. She could feel the pleasure rising, a sweet feeling of forgetting sweeping over her, as if she had no real important past at all. Certainly nothing other than pleasure and happiness. That was all she had ever really wanted, anyway.

Maybe Ash, before she had begun to explore the Masklabs virtual conditioning scheme, would've disagreed, and had some memories she would've wanted to preserve, but Ashley certainly didn't. She moaned with senseless joy, utterly drenched and with her swollen tits bouncing as she was fucked closer and closer to that beautiful, shuddering oblivion of bliss.

She couldn't wait to be rid of the weak, nagging voice in her head, the one that kept going should I really just let it happen like this?

Well, she didn't really have a choice by now, already racing towards her climax. And the pony certainly didn't care, either. It was, after all, his entire duty to make other mascots cum, when he wasn't out servicing whatever horny women – or sometimes men –wanted to ride his proud cock.

It wasn't actually his expert thrusts that finally set off Ash's own orgasm. It was the way his cock jerked inside her. The most trivial thing: it pulsed, and the flare slightly nudged her g-spot. But somehow, that little touch was exactly what pushed her over the edge into a screaming, thrashing orgasm. Suddenly, she was cumming, milking the pony's cock for all she was worth, while gushing out her nectar over his slick latex body. It was all-consuming and beautiful in the way that a dying star was, and perhaps even more intense.

Her orgasm was the permission he needed to cum, too. With a grunt and a nicker, he hilted his oversized cock inside the vixen and surrendered to his favorite part of any good fucking; breeding his partner. He erupted inside her, flooding her with rope after thick rope of his cum, in just the amounts a stallion was meant to produce, and then some. Enough to bloat Ash's belly, enough for the backwash to utterly soak the sofa they used. It was the same kind of supernova of pleasure as every other rutting session of his, and it left little space for anything else in his mind. But then again, the pony-stud was used to that. His life was nothing but those happy moments.

For Ash, though, she could feel each clench and spasm of her pussy erasing a little more of her past life. Who had she been? Where had she been? For a moment, there was nothing there at all, only a beautiful emptiness punctuated by orgasmic waves of pleasure. What was there to worry about? All thoughts floated away like pages of a manuscript, carried away by the winds of joy. Then, just as her back stopped arching and the moans stopped leaving her lips, her official personality fully took root, having replaced what little human was left.

She was Ashley, a slutty party-vixen who loved to attend the local gloryholes and would bend over for any horny man who asked for it!

The pony propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with that same silly grin. This time, she returned it and couldn't help but giggle. Life was so wonderful. Especially with her pussy and womb stuffed full of that hot, sexy cum! Ashley kissed the pony's snout and then clenched firmly around his cock to encourage him to start fucking her again. After all, why not? Her orgasm had been amazing, and they seemed to have some time before either of them had to actually do any sort of job. And worrying about that? Well, that wasn't their problem at all. Someone else got to do all that pesky thinking, all Ashley and her nameless pony had to do was to cum as much as they wanted and to spread that simple, playful, sticky happiness to as many people as wanted it!

Whether that was by seducing and fucking – or getting fucked by – them, or for the most compatible people who yearned to be free of their everyday worries and stressors, perhaps introducing them to Masklabs VR.