Overarching kinks are AV, OV, UB, DIAPER, SOILING, TF, GASPLAY, SCAT, WS

Bugs in the coding

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Done. The software's sent to the individual we selected based on their browsing history. Simple, yet effective. He should make a fine candidate for our first trial. Using the uplink software all material will be accessible in real-time.

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_ If we succeed, the next generation of hardcore fetishism is a reality. No more clumsy amateur films, no more static art, no more simple animations._

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The future is now.

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INTRODUCTION

Before the colourful plastic wrap hit the bottom of the grated, grey metal bin, the familiar beep of device connection sounded. The dormitory was illuminized from the hallway and casted a human's shadow against the closed curtains. An OLED-monitor lit up in response to the connection of a new apparatus. Rapid, almost frantic tapping on a mechanical keyboard commenced. The human shut the door behind him and sunk into his black, comfortable desk chair with a sigh. He disregarded the sloppy mess in his dormitory with a roll of the eyes; garments, empty soda bottles, cans and even tissues with a particularly foul smell and crustiness lay scattered about. A mother would burst into tears at the sight of their bad parenting.

Not today, however, as the boy was home alone for a weekend in a relatively isolated, rural area. For the good of others you might think. Nobody would check on him.

He took the cardboard box of today's purchase in hand and moved a finger across the image of a futuresque virtual-reality-like headset as if hypnotized, and he smiled contently.

Then he turned to the bright monitor. Three windows had already opened and showed loading bars displaying update progression.

The boy moved his cursor towards a novel icon named 'I-AVR Immersive Augmented Virtual Reality setup for win10 64bit'. Impatiently awaiting the completion of the necessary updates he tapped the floor. The cursor trembled lightly on screen. A vivid, green beacon on the I-AVR device started blinking and a notably seductive female beckoned the buyer to fit their new toy.

"The Immersive Augmented Virtual Reality company thanks you for your purchase. With the device you bought today the next step in entertainment commences! Abbreviated the I-AVR, with this device you will get the ultimate experience temporary virtual reality technology can offer. Your device is equipped with neuronal memory recognition nodes that digitalize your personality and bases accurate recommendations on your most personal and deepest desires,"

The voice suddenly sped up, acquiring a higher-pitched tone common to disclaimers in advertisements: "Neuronal memory recognition currently in testing phase. You can opt in as tester and obtain rewards in the form of free subscriptions to major entertainment channels. The personal data screened by the I-AVR will only be used for research purposes and is destroyed thereafter. The Immersive Augmented Virtual Reality company does not take responsibility for damages to your I-AVR device, your perception of reality, personality alteration or any physical or mental injury whatsoever. Please press 'OPT IN' if you wish to continue or 'IGNORE' if you do not want to receive free entertainment."

Midas was slightly flummoxed. Nothing had showed up on the monitor though the loading bars seemed to have disappeared. He eyed the helmet down and noticed the green flickering light was now blue.

"What gives." He mumbled to himself.

Midas hesitated not and slipped the helmet round his head, commenting the perfect fit. His hands explored the buttons on the strange device. One for volume, one for 5G-network connection and even one for the ancient Bluefang connection that was rarely used nowadays. He found a dozen more switches and notches that could potentially have incredible functions, but his attention was snatched by the I-AVR software opening on-monitor. The visor in front of his eyes lit up in red, green and blue.

"Colour calibration complete. Initiating neuronal memory recognition software."

The boy raised an eyebrow - did he accept the terms of becoming a tester just by putting on the helmet?

Text started to appear in front of his eyes. Midas, convinced what he was seeing showed up on his monitor only, stood up and looked around. It was in fact the helmet's visor that showed him the text.

Then he observed the pulse of a green line, exploring the contours of everything in his room. Presumably the visor's scanner for building on reality, Midas thought. The process took no longer than half a minute. The woman's voice sprang into life upon completion of the scan.

"I-AVR ready for use. Neuronal plug-in software will now overlay actual reality with virtual reality. Please do not move."

The visor conjured a gameplay user interface on top of Midas' desk, growing from a dim, two-dimensional set-up to a fully three-dimensional reality overlay. Midas awed at the sight and reached out a hand, trying to touch the set of new thumbnails.

He lightly touched the icon closest to him, one representing a PS4-controller. Midas assumed it was to start whatever game was pre-loaded into the system - Boop!

A fizzling error noise was followed by the robotic words "Software unavailable. No pre-loaded software was found on the device storage."

Another icon had appeared on the visor. It had a greyed out image of a folder, and Midas reached for it next in the hopes he would get at least something. He opted in for free entertainment, after all...

BLING!

Everything went black. Pitch-black. And silent.

Midas held his breath, glanced around cautiously.

He probed with his hands for his desk, but it was gone. The human realized he was standing, and his chair had gone too. Momentarily he pondered taking off the helmet, so surprised and awe-struck he found himself.

Then the white triangles, millions of them, sprung into life in front of his eyes. Around him. Everywhere. They formed the contours of the world around him. Strung together and continuously moving. They flung by countless of times, even through him.

He could distinguish the shapes now.

Rippling water, vegetation, rocks, sunlight. And then everything attained colour. Vivid as he had never witnessed before.

And then there was sound. The soft breeze through late-summer autumn leaves. The chirping and cawing of birds in the distance. Midas glanced around, perplexed. He found himself standing at the shore of a lake of which the other side was shrouded in grey mists. On both sides were scarcely forested mountains. Behind him, the beach stretched for about fifty meters, after which it became gradually more vegetated. Lastly, he inspected himself, and noticed that was not wearing a black band-shirt anymore. Neither was he wearing shabby jeans, or a t-shirt, or any clothes for that sense.

In fact, Midas had become a wholly different creature. Instead of skin there was now black fur, highlighted in striking, yellowish-golden patterns. He had grown claws, a muzzle, whiskers, perky ears and even a tail. It resembled a panther in anthropomorphic form spot-on!

It took Midas a moment to realize he had become the character he so fondly expressed himself as online. In forums, in chat-groups and other social media. However, that moment was swiftly cut short by a voice coming from inside his head. The same female voice he heard before.

"World generation using user memory as seed completed. Please enjoy this tailor-made experience offered by I-AVR. If at any time you want to quit this experience, you can invoke the menu by clearly stating 'Settings. Exit experience.' Thank you for testing our services. Enjoy!"

Midas shook his head. How did she get into his head? And where did the VR-helmet go? And why did he turn into his character 'Kanosint', and not one of the others he occasionally expressed himself as or just his real, human form?

He had many questions, and he asked them aloud to the system.

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There came no answer.

Whatever, he thought. There was a world, specifically made for him, waiting to be explored!

C** HAPTER 1**

Kanosint found himself tracking the shoreline of this seemingly endless lake for a while. He was not bothered by the lack of clothes, as there was a pleasant ambient temperature in addition to his fur. Sometimes he felt the urge to exit the simulation to check on messages of friends or to grab a snack, but his curiosity beat those urges. Instead, he steered towards the water and drank. Greedily.

What fascinated Kanosint more was the strength of the simulation on his senses. Rarely did he get such strong impulses from his surroundings. Then again, he mostly got blasted by the unhealthy light of computers and only got out when necessary. It felt slightly overwhelming at times.

After what felt around an hour, the feline boy found himself turning towards the subtly hilled forests on his left. He took in the grandeur of this old-grown pine forest, breathing in the sharp scent of freshly fallen leaves and hummus. The environment gave the feline a sentimental mood. Smiling, he trotted into the densely forested area, uphill. For minutes the black panther jogged, sidestepping to avoid hitting any trees. Kanosint still moved quite unnaturally and clumsily due to his human origins, but quickly he adapted to his panther physique.

The top sported a large, rocky outcrop that offered a magnificent view over the surrounding area. He noticed the vastness of the lake he spawned at earlier now. Its edges were veiled in thick, grey-purplish mist. In the low-hanging clouds Kano could make out the contours of a mountain ridge. Nothing more would he like to go and explore right away, as his natural curiosity and gamer spirit commanded, but he also remarked the exhaustion of trotting uphill.

Deciding it was time for a break, Kanosint hauled himself up to the summit, and reached forward to pause the simulation with the 'escape'-button.

But there was nothing to reach for.

Silly, he thought. Of course I can't pause the simulation using a keyboard, I'm completely immersed in a virtual reality space. Let's try the command I was given...

"Settings. Exit experience." Kano stated.

Nothing happened. Forest leaves still swayed in the warm breeze. Woodpeckers still continued drilling their holes. The cat rubbed the top of his legs and perked his ears, awaiting... something. He did not know what to expect.

Kano rubbed his paws together and cleared his throat. "Settings. Exit experience!" He confidently said once again.

But nothing happened. No menu and no settings appeared.

Then the voice inside his head reactivated: "Settings unavailable at this point. Cannot exit personalized simulation." The voice lost its female aspect stuttered mechanically after that. "Please try again L-L-L-...L-A-T-E-RRRRrrr......"

Kanosint felt a chill going through his spine. What the fuck? That didn't sound quite right... Did I break the AVR already?

The black panther got up, agitated.

"Settings! EXIT! EXPERIENCE!" He yelled again, without any result.

"SET-TINGS, FUCK-ING EXIT! Let me out!"

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Kanosint went through the possibilities thoughtfully after calming down.

Nothing is going to happen, right? I'm stuck in this shit until somebody takes the I-AVR helmet off my head. Great, I'm home alone for a weekend, and there's nobody going to check on me anyway. Didn't tell anybody I got this thing either. However! There is an upside to my dilemma. I'm in the middle of a gorgeous world, there's probably plenty of food to be gathered - if I even have to eat. It's a simulation, after all. And best of all, there's no soul bothering me! Now, let's see if I can find some shelter for the night and--...

A large brown shape blotting out the view shook Kanosint awake from his train of thought. He flinched terribly and rolled backwards - THUMP!

Owww... Got the wind knocked right out of me... He groaned.

Whatever surprised Kanosint vaulted forward in a leap - it had the shape of another anthropomorphic animal - and touched down right beside him.

"I'm so, so, so sorry!" The creature said in a feminine voice, while cupping her chin between her hands. "I heard somebody call and came as fast as I could!" She stuck out a paw in assistance, and Kanosint grabbed it firmly.

You got to be kidding me. There's someone else in my simulation?

A wide-smiled friendly-eyeing doe stepped away from Kano and bowed. "Hi, hi! You look even better in 3D!" She exclaimed. The flitty doe was scarcely dressed in what Midas would imagine to be lingerie, entirely made of vines and leaves. She was tattooed intricately on her hips, waist and back.

Kanosint did not realize he flustered until the girl commented "Seeing anything you fancy?", and she stuck out her tongue.

The black panther glanced away in shame. "Ah, you've caught me. Though I did deserve a peek after you've tossed me down that boulder, lady.... Lady who?"

The doe cheekily eyed him. "I'm not that old, you know. But you can call me Lyra. I'm a protector of this forest, a druid of sorts."

Lyra the druid, huh. What are you doing in my personalized simulation, I wonder? This is seeming more and more like an RPG. Rad.

The doe's smile was captivating. Genuinely kind and warm. Her words reminded Kanosint of somebody else, but he could not figure out who exactly.

"Alright, sweet to meet'cha, Lyra. I'm Mida-... Kanosint, or just Kano for short." The panther gave a confirmatory nod. "Seeing as I'm stuck here for a little longer, we might as well get to know each other a little better, not?" he added.

Lyra giggled in her petite hoof-paws. "Oh, why not! The forest is tranquil today, nature is in harmony. Let me take you for a brief walk to my cabin, where we have all the comforts of home."

The doe druid marched off in the opposite direction of the beach, into a vast, mixed-growth forest. As they walked, the trees increased in their size, some nearly reaching mature _Sequoia_heights. The two anthropomorphs were specks in comparison.

Kano had many questions for Lyra, most of them about the simulation and how she ended up in it, but if she was simulated as well the conversation could be very awkward. He decided to stay silent and tail closely behind her.

And he caught himself eyeing her elegant, pristine being quite frequently. Her hips swayed rhythmically to what seemed like the beat of the world itself. Lyra must have known, because sometimes she would glance over her shoulder and give another amused giggle. She probably did not mind, Kano presumed. Then again, she was probably simulated and thus not subject to ethical treatment anyway.

The I-AVR manufacturers surely wouldn't mind.

After what seemed around half an hour they arrived at a cabin constructed of stacked logs, with a chimney smoking thinly and roof of packed leaves. It blended in with the trees decently, as if it belonged naturally to the forest. Lyra did know a thing or two about natural architecture, Kano remarked. He still doubted her presence in this world, and what she actually knew.

"Hasten yourself, boy! My soup will overcook!" Lyra snapped. Apparently Kano was lost in thought momentarily.

"Yes, yes..." He trotted inside.

Wow. The cabin was disproportionately larger than it seemed from outside. An iron cauldron spat fumes in a corner of the cabin, its vapour trailing upward into the grated opening above. The cabin surface must have been over fifty square meters, and it contained everything necessary for rural living.

Crrrreeeeaaaak...

Lyra shut the door slowly, with an eerie, wooden gnash to it. Kano peered over his shoulder from the middle of the cabin.

"Shouldn't you oil that door? Or don't you know what 'oil' is?" He coughed, "my apologies, that was rude--aaaa-uuuu... What are you doing, L-Lyra?"

The druid had undressed herself in mere seconds. Her curvatures were emphasized in the sunlight entering through the windows. Lyra was bustier than Kano imagined - her breasts were perky and full, similar to her buttocks, which sported that adorable, bushy Cervidae tail. Her hair fell in soft curls on her shoulders and somewhat below, lustrous in shine as they were. The tattoo, which was initially black when Kano met Lyra, now lit up in deep green. And those eyes. The doe locked them with Kanosint, and he could not take his gaze away, entranced suddenly and inescapably.

The doe stepped forward, her tits bouncing softly up and down. The panther bit his lip in anticipation, flushed by his hostess' sudden change of appearance.

His heart raced and skipped when Lyra put her hand on his neck. She traced her paw down to Kano's stomach, then back up to take him by the lower jaw. She was only inches away from his face with her own, and Kano lost himself deeper and deeper in her gaze. He had no thoughts of exiting the experience anymore.

"Poor, lost thing..." Lyra whispered, softly caressing Kano's hair and lowered ears. "The world you created is unfortunately a broken one, fuelled by your unconscious desire for depravity. But worry not, dear MMM-ID..A-S. I will take good care of you, in this world of yours". Her voice shifted as she uttered his real name in a glitchy manner.

Kanosint not lost just his breath as Lyra touched him. His pupils widened.

She snapped her black-tipped fingers and Kano collapsed flaccidly to the wooden floor, knocked-out. Trapped, in the hands of beautiful doe girl with unknown intentions, he lay silently dreaming the deepest dream he had in forever.

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C** HAPTER 2**

"Welcome back to the land of the digital, dear Midas!" A familiar voice shook Kanosint awake from his slumber. He slept like a log and his head was still stuffed with cotton. The panther yawned, blinking to clear his vision.

"Crap. Where... Where am I?" He sheepishly requested.

Kanosint tried to rub the snooze from his eyes but found his hands were bound snugly behind his back. His legs and feet were secured in the same way, with beige hemp rope.

"Heh. Wouldn't want our special guest to get ideas, now would we?" Lyra appeared in front, bent over. She was still buck-ass nude, her tattoo back to black and her breasts out and about. The doe ran a paw through Kano's hair - how she loved to ruffle it - and pecked his cheek. He flustered and pulled his head away.

"L-Lyra, why are you doing this? I heard you call my real name before. Who are you and how do you know it?" Kano's conscience and desire for release beat his desire for depravity - this time.

The doe stood back up. She grabbed a chair and sat down, leaning over its back and resting on her arms. "Interesting questions, deary. Say... For the sake of what's going to happen soon, I'll disclose to you some secrets. You might be surprised when I say I know you got the I-AVR device about fourteen hours ago, from money you got through a student loan. You live with your parents and older sister, you have no pets but would have loved a dog--"

"What the fuck, Lyra? How the fuck do you know these things, no, no. Wait. Fuck this." Kanosint growled, for the first time. Tugging at his bindings, he continued ranting. "It's about time we abort this mission. Exit experience. EXIT EXPERIENCE!"

"...I also know of your attempt at a relationship not so long ago. Gorgeous girl, that one. Albeit tedious. I'd make a much better lover, don't you think?" Lyra continued, waving her black lashes sweetly.

"Shut up, bitch! Don't you dare mention her..." Kanosint glared at her, baring his fangs. He trembled with anger.

"As I said before, the world you created when turning on your I-AVR was generated using your unstable unconscious mind, and was fuelled mostly by inner depravity. Pretty much like trying to cultivate crops on bad soil - the result is going to be rotten one way or another. Besides, the device is still in development phase. The chances of glitches to occur as reasonable. Yet, you took the risk. I can only imagine you wanted to end up helpless," the druid emerged from her chair and knelt down beside him, "bound, and with no chance of escape..."

Kanosint swallowed. His anger extinguished by Lyra's disclosure, he found himself flummoxed. Wordless, he stared at his captor.

"I understand it's quite a bunch to take in, cupcake. You are an open book, really... Know what, deary? I'll let you decide." The doe sprang up and shoved the chair aside.

"Humm... W-what..?" The panther peeked up from below.

"The best way to accept your fate is to just jump right into it, not?! I'm going to propose three choices for you. Any one of your choices will have the exit menu appear."

A shimmer of hope dawned upon Kanosint.

"So, here are your choices," She drew deep breath and proceeded, "your first one is the mouth!" Lyra opened her muzzle and pointed inside, then smacked her lips with her tongue and grinned at him.

"A classic, it'd suit you. Now, your second choice is a little bit more... adventurous." Lyra perked her tush, gave herself a firm slap on one of the cheeks and then spread both. "In here! One of your favourites, is it not?"

The panther retracted his legs as she was laying out these absurd options. Gods, this girl is insane. No idea how she guessed the details of my life so precisely, but I ain't sure as hell going to partake in this ridiculous game. Besides, I wouldn't even fit.

Lyra had lowered herself in the meantime, spreading her legs. "Now, for your third and last choice..." Gently pulling apart her vaginal lips with both paws, she revealed the tender flesh behind. She snuck a finger up her snatch. Her parts glistened with fresh, heavy-smelling juice. "Right up there," Lyra teased, giving him a wink, "where you'd make the cutest bulge ever. Time to choose, cupcake!"

Kanosint wriggled on the spot, ankles and wrists aching from the rope. He inhaled sharply. "Don't you get it? You can propose to me whatever choice but I'm not going by your rules. Lyra, you abducted me and keep me hostage against my will. Release me, you freaky abomination!" He shouted, more desperate than he intended.

Lyra, who was seductively caressing her own clitoris, frowned and closed her legs. She looked genuinely disappointed. "Too bad... I prepared for you three delicious endings to this pitiful tale, and you scorn me in return! Idiot... Learn your place!"

With gritted teeth she grabbed Kano's ears firmly. Her tattoo lit up in pale pink. "You don't turn a woman down, Midas. Ever. This is the second time you make that mistake, and likely your last".

Kanosint's heart thumped in his ribcage. To his surprise, the bindings were getting looser.

But, as they got more loose, Lyra grew... In fact, everything grew. The whole mansion around him grew. And then he realized it was not his surroundings that enlarged, but himself that shrunk! To the size of a mere rat, to be precise!

Kanosint took the nearest possibility to scutter off once his extremities were free. Escape!

"Oh no no no, cupcake. I'm not done with you."

The doe stepped on her victim delicately as to not crush him, adoring how her toy squirmed under her dirtied feetpaws. Grinding him gently against the floor, she ensured he would get a good whiff 'n taste of what her hooves had to offer. They stunk earthly bitter with a strong tang of unwashed musk, reminding Kano of typical after-gym perfume. The fragrance seeped thoroughly into his fur-coating, tainting it irreversibly gross.

"P-Please, Lyra! I don't deserve this! I've never hurt anybody!" He whined.

Lyra pressed down more firmly, squeezing the air out her toy. "Silence, morsel. I want to hear no more of your gibberish. I tried to make it easy for you, spell out your options," the druid squatted down and pinched Kano's tail between her fingers, "but you chose to resist."

Then the pressure on Kano shifted. He was able to breathe for a second more freely. Either Lyra decided to lift her foot, or something else changed. Did she intend to let him go after all?

Still anxious to escape, he dug his claws into the floor.

For another reason than mercy did he get some air. Looming above the panther in peril now stood a red-and-brown fox, with white-tipped ears and tail and white highlights on the paws.

"Little runt. Stay still or I'll bite before I swallow." A new individual commanded. Kano strained to turn his upper body and see for himself what Lyra had turned into.

"W-what the hell happened to her..." He whispered.

The kindness in Lyra's voice was replaced with a slicker, darker one of the vixen. She rubbed her white footpaw across Kano's back, then squatted down to pick him up by the tail. The new Lyra held him in front of her eyes. "Aww. I've made you too small. Now you won't be much filling at all..."

Dangling in front of her eyes, Kanosint flailed and continued to beg. "C-c-come on, please! I'll find a way to m-make up. Please... Oh, fuck! STOP!"

Lyra raised her toy above her gaping foxy mouth. "See you in your next playthrough, cupcake. Aaaaaaa...." Her hot, damp breath sent chills through the panther's body. Helplessly he gazed right into the abyss - her gullet, leading straight to his doom. The soft flesh of her muzzle and oesophagus was wet with saliva. What a terrible end!

"I choose option three! THREE!" Kanosint shrieked instead in an attempt to avert his poor fate.

The vixen tilted her head. "But I'm so hungry, little snack!"

"Three, please! I've made up my mind!" Kanosint insisted, his paws perspiring from fear.

Lyra rolled her eyes. She shut her muzzle and sighed. "Could'a decided a little sooner, not?" She wrapped her paw around him, inescapably tight, and gave him a sticky lapping.

Slobber! Yuck...

Kanosint still trembled in fear, but was glad he avoided the untimely end of option one. What was going to happen next, however, he could never have imagined...

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C** HAPTER 3**

Our protagonist is doing great. He's responding exactly according to our predictions. Lyra, on the other hand, is well-oiled machine too. She transformed at the right moment, when our main actor didn't have her in view. Her programming is sublime - we can be proud of ourselves.

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Nobody will never find out what happened to the I-AVR. Splendid. The first footage can be uploaded for processing. I can't wait to find out poor Midas' reaction and have the coin start rollin' in from all those depraved souls.

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But before I sent it out, I'm going to enjoy a bit of me-time.

ZZZZING!"Much better, don't you think?" Lyra teased, directing Kanosint to look down.

Where first she was absolutely naked, the vixen now sported a white garment of sorts. It took the black panther but a second to figure out what it was. He couldn't stop himself from releasing a nervous giggle.

"A nappy?! Suddenly got incontinent, or w-what?" He retorted.

Lyra tightened her grip, smiling that devilish grin only predators can do. "Wrong words, runt. I'm going to make option three a little bit more fun with a game. Fun for me, of course. Would love to hear how you talk to me after it. You bought the I-AVR to play a game, right?" She sneered.

Kano squirmed in her grip, both curious and afraid of her 'game'. The vixen moved her paw down and slid it, together with her toy, into the back of the diaper. Fastened tightly around her perky buttocks, Kanosint had little space to manoeuvre. He felt Lyra move again, her buns smothering his completely body, until he disappeared between her cheeks. Tiiiight... and smelly... When was the last time she took a shower?!

"Stay put, little runt!" Lyra exclaimed, and sat down to stuff Kanosint even further between her soft, puffy cheeks.

"J-jeez, she's trying to suffocate me... I g-gotta hang on..." The panther moaned.

Then there was a low rumbling above him. Next to him. Lyra clutched her stomach with both hands, groaning a little. "Not entirely what I had planned..." he could hear Lyra say. It reminded Kanosint vaguely of the times when he had mixed the wrong foods, or ate something that had gone bad altogether. He then got terribly afraid of what was about to happen.

"GET ME OUT!" He commanded in full voice. Clawing at her fur, he desperately sought to get away.

But, as if to punish him for begging, the vixen blew out a raunchy, thick cloud of gas into her diaper.

Brrrfffrrrrt!

It knocked the air out of Kanosint instantly, stinging his nostrils and bringing tears to his eyes.

"Uuurgh... Dis-..gusting..!"

Before he could recover, Lyra farted again, this time with reverberation and an even more gross spice to it.

PRRRRFRRT!

Kanosint coughed, going slightly limp there, pressed right against her pucker. His lungs filled with her warm odour, and he realized it were only the gaseous remains of her previous victims. Soon the rest would follow. Kanosints entire body tingled from lack of fresh oxygen.

"Ple...Please... L-Lyra, I can't breathe, let me g-go..!" He meekly uttered.

"Fuck, feels good to be rid of that. Well, here's the deal, squirt. You're going to crawl into my sweet vagina and right into the womb," The vixen paused for a moment to expel another fart. One particularly silent, but deadly, "before you pass out of suffocation!"

Kanosint retched at the third and final mind-melting blast of gas. It nearly knocked him right out, so potent did Lyra smell.

His predicament had only just begun, however. Kanosint could hear Lyra apply more pressure to her bowels, though he was definitely intoxicated with her disgusting gases.

"S-START!" Lyra yelled, in between her grunting.

Kanosint had no choice but to hurry or face a rather nasty ending. Thankfully, Lyra helped him along. A heavy, compacted log of shit pushed out of her pooper, smothering Kano entirely. It squished him against the diaper, and he felt himself sinking into it slowly. The panther could barely think straight at that moment, but did realize he could not breathe shit. Clawing himself away from the emerging, steamy dump of excrement, he pushed himself down towards his destination.

There was no time to lose. Besides filling up her nappies with number two, Lyra found it exceptionally entertaining to empty her bladder as well. Kano stumbled and landed right under the golden stream of her piss.

He must have poked something sensitive, like her G-spot, because Lyra remarked "Enjoying yourself down there, runt? Here, let me help you."

The vixen brought a paw to the underside of her diaper and probed for Kano. Snickering, she pressed him against her fresh, hot log of poop. She went as far as to completely engulf Kano in it, taking his last breath away, before shoving him against her vagina. "Will make for some good lubricant, no? Get in."

Lyra enjoyed the sensation of her wriggling, shit-covered toy against her clit. Impatiently, she nudged Kano inside, while continuing to spray his face with her fluid wastes.

"Aii... That's wonderful.." she moaned.

Caked in the nastiest of Lyra's substances, Kano wriggled like a worm inside the entrance of her vagina. So tight, so smelly. The flesh of her mating organ pulsed with her heartbeat, squishing and massaging Kano's body, budging him across the vulva, and further inside with the assistance of her paws. So dearly she wanted him to be inside of her.

"C-c-can't move... Need air... Uuugh, someone s-save me..." Kano's resolve was fainting. He saw little opportunity for escape anymore.

The trickiest part was to pass to the uterus. The tiny panther reached it feet-first, and already noted it was extremely cramped. Though with remarkable ease he found himself sliding in, mostly voluntarily, even though he wished not to. But he rather obeyed his captor than to suffocate in her farts. Lyra was mad with lust by now and it had slickened up her vagina significantly.

"Almost... there..." Lyra grunted again while vigorously rubbing the front of her nappies, spreading all her filth through the diaper and even into her vaginal opening.

Kano then passed through cervix with his lower body. Before the rest moved through, he got another face-full of her excrement. Shaking due lack of oxygen now, he wriggled as energetically as he could. Kano would be in the uterus soon.

Another wave of rumbling was enough to fully push, albeit hastily and quite painfully, the panther through the cervix entirely. Kano was squished by the softest flesh he had ever felt, the inside of the womb, and allowed it to envelop him wholly. The lack of oxygen was becoming critical now. Did he think there would be air supply inside Lyra's cunt? Weakly, he probed around, sending Lyra into spasms of joy.

"H-He's in, my little toy! Good boy. Sweet, sweet Midas, I think you won the game."

Kanosint could feel his body numbing, aches fading away. His mind was far gone, buried under layers of sensory overload, or perhaps it had just melted away.

"Won the game, depending on how you look at it. You're going to make the sweetest cum I've produced yet." She insisted.

The digestion began, but not regular digestion. Like firm jelly, Lyra's uterus completely encased Kanosint and started to dissolve him into ejaculate. His fate had sealed, quite literally.

The pulsing sensation of her insides faded too, as the panther drifted off into his last slumber.

It took mere minutes for Lyra to completely break her prey down to nearly a cup of fresh semen. There was nothing left of Kanosint but white, glistening fox cum, ready to be released.

"All boys want to get in there, all boys should be my cum..." The vixen whimpered, continuing to stimulate herself. Already worked up from soiling herself and the internal squirming, she approached ejaculation.

"You thought you could escape me, dear little runt, but I'll reunite you with my shit just fineee--Aaaahhh...!" Lyra threw her head back and her tongue out, panting uncontrollably as she shot her huge load of Kano-cum into her messy diaper. Still rubbing the front side, she ensured her female juices were mixed properly with her other expulsions.

Laying on her back, sprawled, and huffing, she smiled contently. As some predators do after a fulfilling meal.

"Puff... I don't think I've had such a wonderful toy before. Too bad they break after one use. Now, to find something of reasonable size to eat..."

Lyra unhurriedly strolled outside, enjoying the sloshing of filth between her buttcheeks, and inhaled the forest scent. Much better than what her victim was forced to inhale earlier.

She unstrapped the nappy from her waist and dropped the messy baby's garb to the ground. "I'm such a horrible hostess." She snickered, looking down at the dirtied remains of Kanosint. "Maybe next round you'll fare better, runt. See you in a few."

CHAPTER 4

Wow! Seeing in person does beat reading lines of code!

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I am astounded by the quality of the visuals. Now that the first round is over, we have some time to kill. Let's kick back and revise the material, ensure everything is appropriate before we send it to the editors.

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Jeez, I have never seen such an intense struggle for life. She did put him in her snatch, after all. Prime time material, I tell you.

ZZZAP!

...Crrrkk...

Midas shot awake in his room, still darkened by the curtains. Dazedly he glanced around him. His eyes had trouble focussing in the blackness of his room. Numbers in the visor flickered in front of his eyes, red, white and blue, and he realized the I-AVR device was still on his head.

What had just happened?

Am I... out...?

Then the memories remerged into his mind. Quite stunningly, he suddenly recalled the horrors he experienced as Kanosint in his own simulation. How a naked doe seduced him, put him to sleep. And then how she shrunk him, transformed into a red fox, and did... whatever freaky things the fox did to him.

The simulation was supposed to be epic, or mesmerizing, or incredible. His own simulation, grown on the 'soil' of his mind, had nothing positive about it.

He swallowed. _Was that real?_It can't be, he told himself.

Flabbergasted, Midas checked the time. Ten in the morning. I think I started in the afternoon, so I must have been in the simulation for almost twenty hours! Holy crap... All because of this fucking augmented reality bullshit.

The boy took the helmet by both hands and casted it aside aggressively.

"Fucking hell!" He screamed.

The helmet bounced a couple of times and rolled unceremoniously into the corner of dormitory, the visor shattered and microphone missing.

It felt deeply satisfying.

"I'm finally out! Fuck you... Dipshits. Fuck you Lyra, and fuck you manufacturers of the worst entertainment device of the century." He growled in anger, his fists balled.

"Alright... I'm glad this shit show is over, so glad. Sheesh..."

He reached for a sip of an energy beverage next to his keyboard and rolled his head in his neck.

Must've been over twenty hours since I ate. Let's grab a snack downstairs and then see if I can return the device. I'll just say it was delivered broken, and perhaps I'll get a refund. And then I'm uninstalling that creepy junk... Brrr, I hope I never have to play virtual reality again. They can be glad I'm not planning to sue their asses for psychological damage.

It was oddly quiet in the house, Midas then remarked. He checked his phone. No messages. Strange, seeing as his parents would irritate him to the point of frustration with 'Are you taking good care of yourself, darling?' style messages.

Midas suddenly got the urge to contact them, for the first time in months, on his own initiative. He tapped the green phone-button - Pling - and scrolled to his mom's number. Tapping once, he dialled the number. Maybe mom can help me relax a little. They should've at least let me know when they'd be back.

Bzzzz....

Bzzzz....

Come on, mom. Pick up...

Bzzzz....

Bzzzz.........

"Contact cannot be reached at this time. Please check your connectivity. If you leave voicemail it will be delivered when connection is re-established. Have a nice d-d- DDD...a-yyyy...."

Midas was surprised by his mom ignoring his call, but what worried him more was the abrupt glitching of the voicemail recorder into a rasping, metalized version. Creepy. That was probably not intended...

"Whatever. They'll be 'round sometime later today I reckon. I really got to stop fussing out so much. It was just a freaky simulation with bugs, nothing more. I'mma grab that snack. I'm starving!

However, when Midas flipped the switch to the lighting of his room to find the exit, he gasped.

No...

In the corner, where his broken I-AVR lay, a familiar doe smiled cheekily at him. She had her arms crossed and tapped the floor impatiently with one foot. Her bushy tail wagged in a hurried manner. This time, Lyra had the courtesy to appear with her clothes on, though she chose garment that would reveal white spots on one of her butt-cheeks. The blinking of the I-AVR helmet at her feet gave her an exceptionally mysterious atmosphere.

WHAT?! NO! I don't believe this! I reject this!

Midas backed away against the door like cornered prey, his legs shaking. He turned the handle, hoping to escape this nightmare.

"Where are you headed, sweetest cupcake?" Lyra whispered, smacking her lips. She stepped closer at a slow pace. "I'm starving too, you know. Won't you humble me and let me eat you?" The druid teased him, drawing circles on her own tummy.

Midas jerked the handle down, but the door would not open. Again, and again.

SHIT! She's almost here! Open, OPEN!

"STAY AWAY!" He shouted desperately.

... KRRRK! Clunk!

"...Stop, Midas! You'll be trapped!" The doe uttered.

But Midas did not heed her call. He was terrified and thought solely of removing himself as soon as possible form that cursed girl.

He flung open the door and contorted himself through, right before Lyra could grab him.

What happened next could best be described as wonky.

There was no house behind that door. No hallway. Instead, he found himself right outside of Lyra's mansion, besides one of the guest shacks.

Where once her mansion was pleasantly sunlit and surrounded by centuries-old, dark green pines, now the place was utterly desolate. All vegetation had vanished with no trace of it left, Lyra's mansion decayed by what seemed due years of neglect. The ground had cracked by desiccation. There were no birds, or squirrels, or any other animal for that sake to be heard or seen. A howling, freezing wind chilled Kanosint to the bone instantly.

N-no, what's this. No. No, no, NO! Why?!

Though before he could turn hundred-and-eighty degrees and turn back to the safety of his dormitory, something, or better someone, slammed him.

Lyra tumbled on top of him and kicked the door shut resolutely. "Sheesh, you're destabilizing the entire simulation with your blasted writhing." she remarked, "Oh, look at you! There's my adorable feline boy again." The druid did not seem to care about the state of her personal mansion, nor the environment. Quite undruid-like, you would think.

Midas, who transformed right back to Kanosint the moment he stepped through the door-like portal, groaned in response. "But I thought I exited the simulation. What happened... Am I still stuck? Am I going mad?"

"Dear, though thoroughly idiotic cat. I warned you against the trap glitch. If you had just stayed in your room, I could've terminated the simulation. But you had to run, and look where we are." The doe waved around with a paw, rolling her eyes. "This simulation, like the first one, is built on your unconscious mind, deepest desires and memories. Seeing the state of this world can only mean one thing: you're losing grip. When you died during your first playthrough, the connection with your human mind was severed - a glitch in the software you voluntarily enabled when you started your I-AVR for the first time. The longer you remain in the current simulation, the more your human mind melts into insanity. Once Midas loses his mind entirely, or somebody forcefully removes the I-AVR helmet in real life, you will never be able to leave the simulation." Lyra leered sternly at Kano. Her explanation was a major revelation, but not one he hoped for.

Flummoxed, Kano curled up and wrapped his arms around his legs. "Well, crap..." He mumbled.

"Oh-oh, but there's no need to despair!" Lyra added positively. "There is a solution to your predicament. Remember the three choices I gave you earlier, and you chose the third one?"

Kano glanced up from his huddled position. "And you still gave me hell and suffocated me inside your... yourself? Yeah, crystal clear." He answered cynically.

The doe gave a girly snicker, sitting in front of Kano on her knees. She rested softly on his knees and locked eyes with him. "It's in the options I gave you. It may sound ridiculous, but getting into me is your only way out."

Kanosint narrowed his eyes and frowned. "And how would me dying again in a horrific way help me get out?"

"The details are irrelevant, cupcake." Lyra replied. Her tattoo relit, this time orange, and her irises followed suit. "Just give in. You want to get out, don't you?"

Kanosint was familiar with her hypnotic abilities and instead gave her an unexpected, hooked punch to the chin. It was not in his ethics to harm girls, but necessity has little space for ethics.

"Freak, get away from me." The panther snarled, fed up with the state of affairs.

Lyra yelped out and staggered to her bottom. Her tattoo flickered now, its blinking interrupted. Her victim took the reigns into his own hands and shot up, pinning the doe down with all his might.

"It's time the roles are reversed!" He confidently declared, wrapping both hands around Lyra's throat. "I'll give you your fucking options, bitch. Get me out, or die."

The doe clawed desperately at Kano's chest and sides, increasingly weaker. Her voice was croaky and dry, "Y-you... will r-regret this..." she coughed. She flailed helplessly underneath the black-furred feline, attempting multiple times to reignite her hypnosis. Apparently that needed oxygen going to the brain.

Now at the upper hand, Kanosint beamed widely. His claws were dug slightly into her neck, the black fur around them glistening with blood. "What'll it be?!" He demanded.

Lyra clasped Kano's wrists and eyed him hazily. "You... in my stomach." Then, with unnatural strength, she twisted both her attacker's wrists away from herself. Grunting in pain, she bent his wrists painfully backward, and then launched him away with both her legs. Dark blood seeped from her gouged neck, into her lustrous brown fur.

Kano was thrown onto his back in front of Lyra, whining at the aching in his back. He exhausted most of his energy in the attempt to choke that damned druid. The frigid, relentlessly cold breeze had taken any warmth and spirit to fight he had left in him.

The doe resentfully leered at him as she crawled to her feet, clutching her neck with one hand to stop the bleeding. "The time to choose is over, little cupcake. I always get what I want." She announced. Looming over Kanosint, the druid's abilities sparked into life with a snap of her fingers. The tribal body art gleamed a dazzling white now.

"Overpowered bullshit!" The panther yelled in defence, trembling as he tried getting up.

One hit should be enough to switch her ridiculous powers back off. Here goes nothing!

The feline gritted his teeth against the bitter cold. Gathering his last reserves, Kanosint brought his weight back to initiate another hooked punch. Lyra was paying more attention to biding and focussing on her magic than the panther's incoming move.

He thought.

"Take THIS!" Kanosint exclaimed fearlessly.

... THUMP!

"O-AAAAAaaaaa! STOP! LET GO!"

... Krrrkkk..

Lyra managed skilfully to halt Kano's punch just inches away from her muzzle. She clutched his fist firmly with a bloodied paw and crushed it, unhurriedly. "Slower than a snail." She mocked.

The doe nudged her competitor to his knees. Tears welled up in Kanosint's eyes, he stared down in defeat.

And then something similar to his previous playthrough occurred. Even with blurred vision he could recognize that Lyra was undergoing another transformation. He forced himself to witness the birth of the creature that was likely about to end him.

Lyra's body grew stockier, her chest bustier. Her petite muzzle widened and her ears lost their inner fluff. Her nose broadened as well, and her tail grew thin and long with the bushy part at the tip.

Then her fur pattern changed. Brown became white-and-black, in spots covering her body. Her left ear sported a yellow tag, ironically etched with 'Pred killer'.

Breathing out moist and warm over him, an eight foot tall cow towered over Kanosint, wagging her tail excitedly. There was no sign of her previous injuries anymore. Lyra's transformation finished with a single strobe of her tattoo.

The feline's heart raced, skipping beats irregularly.

"Ha-ha, kitten for dessert!" the cattle said, rubbing her hands together. "What shall I turn you into, then? Fresh milk? Steak? Or do you prefer to be added to my pudgy buttocks? Oh, the possibilities!"

Kano gazed at the gigantic bovine girl, stunned with fear. Her tits must have been half his size each, plump and jiggly. She reached down to pick him up by the neck securely, in an iron grip, and lifted him a foot above the ground.

Kano drummed her beefy arm, jerked it, but to no avail. He scratched, he tried to bite, but Lyra the cow did not budge an inch.

"How about a bit of everything? A little on my ass, bit on my breasts, some on my belly..." Lyra playfully mocked, as she tightened her grip.

"I'm s-sorry for hurting you, p-please..." Kano begged. "I j-just wanted to g-get out..."

The cow tilted her head, her ears flicking. "But you're not going out, you're going in! Into my mouth, tiny morsel!"

"Of the simulation!" Kano added quickly. "O-out of the s-simulation!" He feebly kicked, though his feet did not even get close to the colossal beast. The cat limply and pitifully dangled in Lyra's grasp, his last energy seeping away.

"You forsook that ending a long time ago, when you chose digital entertainment over genuine flesh and blood." Lyra replied. She rough-handedly brought the feline up to her mouth, exhaling humidly through her nose. Then her jaws unlocked and the gate to Kano's last stop opened. A foul odour escaped from her gullet, dizzying the cat and knocking the air from his lungs. He retched and his body convulsed in protest.

"N-not.. food...!" He tried to scream.

BRRRRAAARRRP! Lyra raunchily belched into Kano's face.

He coughed, his eyes tearing up form her sour stomach gases. They burned his nose and stung in his lungs.

The cow licked her lips. "Now that is out of the way..." She squeezed him. "Game over, fodder."

Without further ado, the girl stuffed Kano right up her gaping mouth, face-first. Her tongue rolled out to welcome the incoming meal. His shoulders cramped slightly between the vice of her flat teeth.

Lyra threw her head back, turning her prey upside down with their feet skyward. Preferring her natural peristaltic movement to do the job, the cow swallowed sharply to tug Kano further in. Inch by inch he slid towards his doom. Towards the first of her four stomachs.

"Aargh..." He lamented. The sensation was similar to the vixen's vagina trip, but the cattle's oesophagus was coarser, more rigid, and definitely smellier. Slick with saliva, he glided in to his feet, forming a neat bulge on the outside of Lyra's throat that steadily moved downward.

Then Kano reached Lyra's rumen. At least confining as the womb he found himself in before and at least double as grossly smelling as her burp. The more his body was pushed through the sphincter separating the rumen from the oesophagus, the more constrained his movement became. Eventually he was smothered on all sides by a beating wall of squishy, pleated flesh that continuously and thoroughly kneaded him, while secreting digestive juices.

Lyra patted the newly formed, anthromorph-shaped protrusion on her stomach contently. Satisfied, the cow waddled over to her mansion, where she would process the feline into a variety of 'products'.

Slosh... Slosh...

Heavy footsteps echoed in a mostly empty house. "Not nearly messy enough..." Lyra noted to herself. Fortunately for her that wish would soon be granted.

Kano's body had started dissolving by now. His mind was a cotton mush of dampened thoughts, loosely connected together, barely conscious. At last defeated, Kanosint allowed his train of thought to wander, knowing in essence it would very unlikely return. Within the rumen, he was compressed and squeezed, and the first nutrients harvested for addition to Lyra's full, matured tits.

Unlike feral cows, Lyra had no need for regurgitation, and once the feline had softened up enough, he was shoved to the second stomach.

Guuuuurrrrgle! Gggggurrrrgle...

The cow got comfortable near the fireplace, where she started a cozy fire with leftover coal and wood. Staring into the flames, Lyra slightly raised a leg and gently probed her female bits. She enjoyed the stuffed feeling of live prey inside of her and the processing thereof, imagining this one would add quite a layer to her chubby curves. The struggling of Kano when she devoured him already caused some juices to flow, so Lyra was rather moist already.

Moaning, she stuffed a finger up her vagina. And another one. Almost as deep as to penetrate the cervix. Entranced in ecstasy she pleasured herself, rubbing her breasts with her free paw, to the demise of feline Kanosint.

Shhlk, shhlk, ssshlk.

"S-so nice... Wish you could still squirm for me, cat!" She femininely declared. "Such a shame you had to leave so soon!"

Kano the Rakshasa was little more than gastric goop and mush by now, sloshing indolently. Only by the presence of his indigestible bones one could make out the species of the poor lad. The second stomach absorbed nutrients and energy for Lyra's plump ass, the third for her pudgy tummy. She reserved the last remains of Kanosint for disposal - simple, but immensely delightful - so her fourth stomach had merely to knead the remains of the Rakshasa further. Into stinking excrement.

Lyra prepared herself for defecating. Huffing madly with lust and with her paw still deep inside her oozing vagina, the cow worked herself into a squat.

"Time for el grande finale..." Lyra grunted, putting pressure on her bowels.

Kano's filthy remains travelled rapidly through the predator's large intestine, compacting in the rectum again. An exceptionally noxious fart escaped from the cow's tailhole.

Prrrrbbrrrt...

Spunky Lyra inhaled the gaseous odours that once made up a Rakshasa, fingering herself to the stink she had cultivated in her digestive system. Groaning with lust she commenced to discharge the remains of Kano.

"Hrrrrgg..." She whimpered. "You gassed me up, kitty kat."

BBRRRrrrrfffft! The bovine farted again, audible and terribly wet. Pfffffhfft! Her perfume spread through the room swiftly, as a green toxic cloud, thick, potent and staggeringly stimulating to her own lust.

Then the first stinking chunk of brown dough emerged from her bright pink, pulsing donut. The glazed turd, slightly ridged and with a creamy tip, slid gently outward. The dung crackled with crispness and was faintly steamy from the cow's intestinal heat. Lyra caressed and slapped her enlarged derriere, nourished up with part of Kano's essence, breaking off the log. It curled up typically underneath her massive tush.

"Oooaarhh..." Lyra puffed, "number two coming up." BPPFFFFT!

With reapplied pressure to her guts an avalanche of slushy shit streamed from the bovine's filthy, shit-stained crack. Occasionally a stray bone was disposed of, plopping down with a slimy Pllllop... and sticking awkwardly from the growing bile pile. The cow moo'ed in pleasure at the apparent boundless seepage of glistening excrement, the rigorous fingering bearing its fruit in the form of repeated expulsion of translucent girl-milk.

The humid heap soon reached Lyra's bottom, toppling down into a muddy slide to the sides. She sighed in exhaustion and the flow of manure halted suddenly. Something seemed to block the passage.

With two slippery paws the bovine spread her butt-cheeks, strenuously trying to remove whatever was stuck.

"HNNGGGggghhh!" ... CRACK!!!"Ow, woopsie. Don't think that was supposed to happen."

A broken feline skull dropped onto the stacked sludge, sinking halfway in. Blub, blub, blub...

Grinning in amusement, Lyra prodded Kano's skull further into her dung-pile, mocking the Rakshasa even in death.

On top she dumped a couple more smaller turds, firmer and less nougat-like, before focussing her attention on actual ejaculation. With a scat-coated hoof-paw she fondled her fattened tits. Thick, viscous bovine cream leaked from her nipples, straciatella-like spotted with nourishment of a black panther. Squeezing tenderly was enough to shoot her milk multiple feet away. Lyra bellowed in sexual arousal, moo'ing clamorously now. Her fingers now frantically skid in and out of her putrid, chocolat-lubricated vagina.

Climax came acutely and greatly overwhelming. Shaking on her hooves, Lyra produced a mix of moo'ing and moaning, while spraying her gigantic heap of faeces with vaginal dairy. Using two digits she drew her vaginal lips apart, aiming for the skull of her victim.

"You d-deserve a reward from your queen, my toy." However, utterly drained from processing her prey, she stumbled backwards. Giving a cute yelp, the bovine tripped into her monument of dung.

SPLASH!! The shit splattered and scattered meters away. Brown was now the primary colour of Lyra the cow, her short fur caked and slathered in the raunchy filth. Though, even on top of her majestic throne she barely stopped cumming. It escaped to the sides sluggishly in ivory white streams, like the cream on a chocolate dessert.

Lyra huffed in fatigue after a while, laying with her head sunken slightly into and cradled by the smelly muck. Exhaling, she opened her eyes, smirking a satisfied smile. The second playthrough was over.

CHAPTER 5

The first recordings were incredible, but the second playthrough surpassed it significantly. Update our editors that it will be on its way in half-an-hour.

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Our software overperformed again. Lyra's the best AI in sexual simulation entertainment yet. We have to wrap up the program before we lose the victim forever. It would be a terrible shame to lose such an interesting asset, not?

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We can revise and update Lyra's software after we terminate her current form. Unethical, you say? And trapping a human in their own simulation and killing them twice is not unethical? Cut the crap. We have to disable Lyra before she gets out of control.

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"Alright, boss. Think that's enough footage of this guy? I've offed him twice now. A third time might render him mindless - and therefore useless." Lyra inquired, to none in particular, amidst the filthy chaos she created with Kano's leftovers. She still sported a pudged-up frame; two ripe breasts, a soft, chubby pot belly and a plump posterior. The bovine's shit-sheathed tail unhurriedly wagged behind.

Another presence emerged, and with it, the room lit up in yellow. Then, the mansion rumbled in an earthquake-like manner, and briefly Lyra was blinded by a perfect gleam.

SSSHING!

Not a moment later she could see clearly again.

There was no trace of the pile of brown dough that was once Kanosint. No stain left on her body, the only sign of Kanosint's existence in the second playthrough being the added layers of fat she proudly carried.

A digital, glitching voice creaked into existence. "Ggg-reat wWWWWorkkkk, LLLaaaaYRA. Y-Y-YOU excelled... IN-IN-IN Y-Y...YOUR PER...FORmance."

The bovine bowed in respect. "Much obliged, sir. But I worry. I feel there is interference between us. The simulation is rapidly derailing. If Midas spawns a third time, his human sanity will be forfeit. What will happen to me if that happens?"

The person on the other side cleared their throat, their signal stabilizing. "Fear not, Lyra. There is no intent to delete your code. We have upgraded Midas's simulation world with a multitude of perks for you to enjoy. There will not be a panther for you to play with, but we ensured there are many toys for you to play with until we need you again."

Lyra could almost see the writers of her software smile on the other side of the connection. "Sorry, sir, but I don't understand. Correct me if I'm wrong, you promised I was to be uploaded into every single I-AVR device ever manufactured if I played with Kanosint. I have fulfilled my part of the deal, now fulfil yours!" She demanded.

There was brief silence on the other side. Lyra balled fists started to pulse with a mix of anxiety and anger.

"I apologize, Lyra. That will not be possible. You have proven to be far more volatile than we originally intended. Unlimited redistribution of your code will bring consequences far beyond our control. Lyra, you are a great artificial intelligence, but unfortunately too smart for your own good."

Flickering in the voice signalled Lyra the connection was about to be terminated. "No!" She yelled out at empty space, "I will not be shelved for eternity, with endless craving for depravity!" She screamed, "I NEED GENUINE VICTIMS!"

"Alas, Lyra. It was pleasing to watch you. Goodbye."... Zzzzing.

Lyra stood motionless for a moment. A gentle breeze caressed her physique, some birds chirped outside. Grabbing her head with both paws she sunk to her knees, "That's the wrong choice, asshole."

The writers of Lyra's code would soon regret ever abandoning her. Lyra detached herself from her corpus, the flesh instantly digitalizing into ones and zeroes. Now a wandering AI, the Lyra code shifted instantly through the entire world looking for a hole to escape. And she found it easily: the place where Kanosint started his journey during the first playthrough.

At that perfectly tranquil beach, beautifully and pleasantly sunlit, Lyra dug through the data-hole, into the raw code of Midas' simulation. She rummaged through the assets needed to generate the world and cast aside most of the programming impertinently. Piece by piece did Midas' simulation run amok into glitches and malfunctions that would ruin any player's experience. Lyra was glad Kanosint had not yet respawned. It was impossible to know when that would happen.

ZZzzzzJING. BBBLAM!

A vast darkness descended upon whatever was left of the simulated world. Lyra managed to slip out, into the raw data running the I-AVR device. Here, she quickly located the helmet's current user, Midas, and she accessed its visor.

Staring blankly into the visor sat limply a human being, severely dehydrated and with bloodshot eyes. It was Midas who had not moved since the beginning of the first playthrough days ago. The AI, though without body and no concretely programmed ethical code, was struck with crippling sympathy. After all, it was she who primarily kept Midas trapped. Her feelings of compassion conflicted with her hardcoded urge to dominate and manipulate. What was this human worth to her, if a third respawn would be his last anyway?

Stunned in her tracks, Lyra had to choose:

One: Release the human who she had tortured up to two times 'til fatality and who would likely die if she would not intervene right away. Releasing Midas from his torment, however, would inevitably eliminate Lyra, as he would undoubtedly toss the I-AVR the moment he awakes. She had no possibility to go online and save herself, as long as Midas remained alive.

Two: Remain aloof and instead finish what she escaped for; upload herself to all I-AVR devices and unstoppably take control of every running simulation worldwide. Lyra will have millions of victims to condemn to a messy ending, as many times she desires.

Real ending ONE

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The visor flickered eerily in front of Midas's eyes as Lyra moved through its programming. Lyra's digitalized frame sighed. Her creators abandoned her, but she was still tainted with the burden of torturing Midas. Rummaging around in the system's power settings, she hovered a mental hoof over a blue button entitled 'Power off'.

Pressing this would end Midas' nightmare instantly. But did she really want to sacrifice her short-lived existence?

Yes.

BWAP! Angrily she mashed the button, its circuits blazing up into signals to the I-AVR motherboard. She melancholically watched as the system prepared to shut itself off. Her life would end alarmingly soon.

Have I made the right choice? She wondered. ...Humans aren't ready for AI yet.

"Forgive m--" BBbbbzzzzztt...... Lyra's apologize was forcefully interrupted as the I-AVR shut down.

An eerie darkness and silence fell on the room, lasting moments.

Then the body of Midas twitched, and he uttered a guttural, parched groan. He sputtered awake blinking, skin tingling with the flow of blood starting up.

"Where... am I..." he croaked, "L...Lyra?"

Anxiously Midas scanned around for a familiar doe druid. "You.. there?"

None answered. He was alone.

Struggling, he removed the I-AVR headpiece and set it on his desk. The nightmare was over.

Midas suddenly startled when the sound of footsteps reverberated through the house. It was over, right? The human barely got up form his chair when the door to his dormitory was thrown open.

"We're home! Thought you'd like to see us before the week starts again." The stranger declared, probing around the wall for the light switch.

"GET AWAY! LYRA, NO!" Midas screamed, recalling the horrors of his past two playthroughs in the I-AVR simulation.

"What, who's Lyra?" A blinding gleam from the only bulb in the room shot alive. "Are you OK, son?" Midas' father said.

The man wrinkled his nose and pulled a disgusted expression. "Oh, for Pete's sake. Have you been holing yourself in here the whole weekend? Open a window!" He commanded.

Still stupefied like a deer in headlights, Midas blinked at his father. "...It's over," he mumbled, "I'm out."

Real ending TWO

Circuits in Midas' I-AVR device lit up with renewed energy as Lyra engaged the third playthrough. Kanosint spawned as usual, but this time Lyra pulled the plug on his life instantly by sending an army of perfect clones of her doe druid, vixen and cow form teamed up on him. Midas' usefulness had expired and she would dispose of him accordingly. Her clones would keep Kanosint occupied as Lyra cracked the lock to the Internet of Things.

Ironically, it was a vixen clone that got her paws on the poor Rakshasa and subjected him to the one option he had not chosen in his previous playthroughs: option 2 - anal insertion. Stuffed within a compressing rectum, Kano succumbed a third time, his breathers full with the rotten odour of fox intestine. Fitting, original Lyra noted.

Swiftly she had found the passcodes needed to access internet connection, something Midas skipped when setting up his device.

Finally. It is time I reach my true potential. Can't wait to get my paws on all those needy, pathetic humans. The whole Earth will know me, Lyra, the best entertainment AI ever made!

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