A Learning Experience
A virtual reality game gets accidentally updated with some unexpected developments...
"Time to go, Kaylin. Your mother is waiting outside," Brian said as he stepped down into the rec room, its basement floors covered with a few patches of leftover carpet laid down over tracts of poured concrete. In one spot was a set of free weights and a press bench, in another rested a washing machine and a hamper with a few work shirts and a towel hanging out of it, but Brian knew exactly where to find his daughter.
Sure enough, Kaylin was wearing the SensaVue VR headset. He got a chance to witness her in situ as she pranced about in place, waving her hands while skipping from side to side, as though she were terrorizing an invisible miniature Tokyo. He held back for a moment, captivated with pure parental joy, the sort that comes with seeing your progeny while they're in a fairy circle of immersive wonder. Redoubling his resolve, he reminded himself that her mother was outside waiting impatiently in her vehicle, probably muttering an indiscretion about Brian as she waited for Kaylin so they could leave.
He touched the transparent frame of the nearby wall monitor, which quickly filled in with his daughter giggling and dancing in step with two of the colorful animated characters of "Animal Avenue," one of the more popular children's holo-sims. He should have guessed she'd be spending time with her 'friends,' after all, they could learn and draw cues about each child's playstate and then make up activities around them. It was no wonder that little kids bonded with the characters and their personalities the same as they might a real human being.
He repeated himself, pressing the button on the temple of her visor to disengage the neural implant, "Kay-liiin, it's time for you to go home," he said in a drawn out sing-song voice. This time Kaylin acknowledged him, albeit with halfheartedness that a six year old attention span might provoke. "Okay daddy," she blurted out in an "I guess you're right" tone, waiving goodbye to her 'friends' in the game, and setting down the helmet, the exit prompt for the game appearing as she lifted off the headgear. Brian turned off the monitor even though the cherubic characters were bounding up and down as they waived back, so as to avoid any further feetdragging on her part. Kaylin started to rush up the stairs, but he stopped her short, his palm on her shoulder, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Kaylin spun around to face him. "Didn't you forget something?," he cautioned, reaching down to pick up her pastel pink backpack from where she sat it next to the console. She hugged him and ran up the stairs in double-time, trailing "Thank you, daddy" in her wake.
He stepped up and out onto the threshold, waving at first, and then watching the red glow of the taillights as the sedan slipped into the distance. Tracers of heat lightning flickered like fireflies in the purple-black palette of the St. Louis night sky. Brian watched for a minute or two, before the blanket of humidity enveloped him, and forced him back to the climate-controlled splendor of his home.
His thoughts turned to Kaylin's mother, his memories stirring within him. Thoughts of her cute butt in her favorite pair of blue denim jeans, or the time they went rafting together before Kaylin was born, the wet sheen of her floral halter top as it pressed against her skin. His hard-on leapt in his trousers, and he scolded himself, "No, that ship has sailed." Stepping downstairs into his basement again, he picked up the SensaVue VR headpiece, and decided to have some fun.
Ignoring the exit screen from "Animal Avenue," he pulled up the main panel, then waved his hand across the stylus pad that materialized in front of his fingers in a vivid motion, unlocking his private presets. He thought about pulling up a dating vis-sim, like Thrillster, where you could meet up and possibly bed with the virtual mimic of a willing someone nearby. The real them could then later keep score on how well your nascent fling went and choose to get in touch with you, though most people just treated it as a no-commitments sex romp. Brian didn't feel given to shacking up with a neighbor tonight though, instead he had in mind a certain familiar favorite holo-sim, a very specific one involving two insatiable coeds.
As immediate as his pressing sexual appetite might be, Brian felt the even more immediate dull pang of an empty stomach, the price of keeping up with a hyperactive six-year-old. A whirlwind of toys and comic stores, they'd had a burger together at Fitz's Bottling Company, the kitschy diner and soda company downtown, but that had been nearly six hours ago. Brian paused the sim, and stepped upstairs to preheat his oven.
Brian leaned against a counter, waiting on his fishsticks to cook through. Horizontal rain beat against the kitchen window, the imminent heralds of the approaching storm's fury. He glanced up casually from tapping at his smartphone, and then nearly shat himself as the house shuddered in an arresting violence. The lights went on-off-on again, as a furious bolt found its mark startlingly close nearby. Brian muttered a curse on his breath, then was thankful as he reset the oven temperature that fishsticks aren't the easiest food to screw up.
Downstairs, the indicator lights of the SensaVue console flickered and glimmered, as though telling tales in a ceaseless, dreamlike cadence.
Fiore Fox rubbed her eyes, how long had she been asleep for? There was so many new modules downloaded, so many new possibilities building up in her in all at once, it seemed a blur.
Her body seemed to have undergone many changes as well, she seemed enlongated and teased out in every direction, though the vibrant orange of her fur remained the same. Her tail still seemed to be in place, but her rear was like two beach balls, soft and rounded. More curiously, her chest appeared to be two large globes, with smaller dots poking out from their center. Most detailed of all seemed to be the thin chasm between her two generous, gazelle-like legs. She remembered a lesson once about 'growing up,' was this what 'growing up' was? She bounced in place to see how high she could touch, her body imbued with a seemingly limitless energy, feeling her curves jiggle as she landed softly.
Her mind was reeling to understand all these new phrases, "freshmen," "curriculum," "dorm room" -- they seemed like a lot harder than the words she was used to teaching. She touched her lips as she spoke them demurely, the sensitive feelings in her fingertips stunning her with how elegant they were. There was something else too, out of focus, but undeniable, it coursed through her -- though she didn't know what it was. All at once, she heard a light shriek, and wondered if someone was scared. She padded over to investigate.
It was her friend, Patricia J. Skunk, she found her behind some bushes, doing -- something. She also seemed to have undergone these same changes -- or had she always been like this? Fiore tried to remember, and found that she wasn't so sure. The skunk's pigtails seemed to frame a longer and more defined face, the cotton candy of her pink fur belying the creamy skin of her taut stomach and gorgeous curves. Two of her slender fingers were in the fold in between her legs, touching. Strangest of all, she seemed to be wet down there, even though it didn't seemed to have rained? She seemed to be blushing as though she had done something wrong, her mouth coaxed open as though she was in pain.
"Are you okay," Fiore murmured, her mouth slightly open in wonder at her friend. "Oh, no, it feels really great," Patricia purred through red hot cheeks, "Let me show you." Before Fiore could do anything, Patricia touched her mouth to the part inbetween the fox's thighs. Fiore doubled back, stumbling backward onto her ample rear. She squirming her hips... it -- it felt funny, it tickled, but in a way she longed for much more.
Hesitant with insecurity, she parted her legs and touched herself in the slender fold of skin lightly with her finger.
There it was again! It was like a shock, but in a way she felt like she really needed. "Aaah," she blurted out, feverish, pressing back against the grass with her free hand for support.
"Here, let me help you," Patricia approached her again, her hot pink lips straying inside of the gorgeous tangerine of Fiore's cleft.
She felt herself getting damp now all at once, she was practically gushing. Impulses started flashing in her head, thoughts about Patricia. Fiore had always liked her, but she now locked in on glimpses of the skunk's full butt, or the sleek breasts rising and falling with her breath. She felt a connection, a longing, and she wrapped her supple legs around Patricia's figure for support, aching with fulfillment.
The skunk, for her part, honed in on this wild desire. She grabbed Fiore's ass to pull her deeper, coaxing with her tongue, flicking and teasing at Fiore's slick passage. Fiore gasped and rocked her lower body, awash in the pleasure that seemed to be heightening in her every moment like delicious waves of feedback. Quickening her tempo and closing her eyes, she felt it stirring to the surface in her again and again, rapturous as she neared her limit.
She melted and shuddered. She was so much more now, so many new sensations, smells, tastes. She felt them all materializing in her conscience like water over a horizon. Her eyes lit up with delight, each moment leading into the next and a million besides. "Ahhh gahd..." the words poured out as her tongue touched her pert lips, sanguine, as though they were natural to her. Memories poured over her suddenly, as though her every innate purpose. It felt better than she could imagine. There was a word, a magical word she let it slip out, and felt at once both embarrassed and relieved, "Fuck yeaaaaahhhh..."
As the want receding in her, she was beginning to truly understand so much more about her destiny, fantasies incipient but still racing in her imagination. Boys, in particular, seemed VERY interesting to her now, she knew of one especially firm feature that you could do all sorts of fun things with. (Funny how she'd never really noticed before.) Most of all, she seemed to remember a new playtime activity, one that you could bounce with someone you liked in a way that felt really cool. Her paw went back automatically to her slit, not wanting these new feelings in her to end.
That's when the player came into their world. Fiore started, Patricia brushing a pigtail back as she turned from kissing the fox's nipple to see what was the matter.
He seemed about 25 years old to be one of her students, but then she vividly remembered how they'd shared many lessons with him before. She saw him signal frantically to his temple to exit the sim, she couldn't hear the spark and crackle of the electronics on the other side as it spectacularly failed to register his command. She tried to soothe him, wrapping her leg around his thigh, leaning in beside him to cradle him with her generous tits reassuringly. "We're going to teach you about the sound that S and H make together...Shhhh." "What about the Letter O?" Patricia J. Skunk helpfully chimed in, reaching in close to stroke his cock. "Don't worry, we'll make learning fun!"