FSE

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"Session 214B, Master option, Historical Accurate." Fum placed his chit down on the counter with a lazy smile curling the edges of his golden muzzle. "The normal time slot."

The lion leaned forward slightly over the counter of the air conditioned shop that was almost chilly enough to make a shiver run down along the curve of his spine and all the way to his tufted tail. He kept his eyes hooded as the mouse behind the counter flicked her finger over the screen. The swift movements flashed words and images over the pale screen as she began to enter in his information. She barely looked up at him as she plucked up his chit and passed it beneath the reader. There was a short beep before a light came up green and she slipped it back to him. It was all done in silence and after a few moments he began to lash his tail back and forth impatiently.

It was hard to get a spot in the VR café when he was after a private spot for himself. Normally people could slip in to grab spots if they were willing to go in as a group or even share a world with others. It wasn't a bad option for those who opted for the adventure of piracy or went to explore other time periods, but there were others who wanted a world entirely programed and kept private. Those sessions were rare and hard to get, even if one had enough money for them. They also skirted the edge of legality. The private sessions weren't outright illegal, but they were considered near enough to prostitution of a sort that most of the clients tried to keep a low profile. No one wanted to admit they used the VR sessions for the more depraved and interesting version of sex that they craved.

Rape and age play were the two that were commonly sought after. They let loose their inhibitions and sank into depravity that was coded into the private sessions. Eventually the laws would catch up with what they were doing and ban it. Eventually the government would come in to erase the programs that had been instilled in the VR rooms. Eventually people would start outing those that preferred to go towards the more depraved fantasies and spend their time exploring them in depth. But that wouldn't happen until the government changed hands and a stricter regime came into power. The current government seemed happy to let it pass as long as the private sessions at the cafes were done quietly and didn't cause any trouble.

"Here ya go, booth 6 is free." The mouse flipped him a small plastic card and the chit back. "Time starts once the program starts to run."

"Thank you." He scooped up the chit and card both as the mouse gave him an amused look.

Let her be amused. The lion's golden digits rubbed against the card lightly as he padded away from the front counter and into the back room. He'd taken a while to pick out the program he wanted to run. There were always many different flavors and times to pick from, but he had wanted something older. He'd picked out a part of US history that had nearly been forgotten. Ancient history always intrigued him and the period where slavery existed had tickled his imagination. Seven hundred years ago certain states of the old US had allowed slavery to be legal and even encouraged. The time period was thick with cultural biases and its own sort of darkness that he had been longing to explore. To control the lives of others, to have absolute power, to be able to be Master of his own plantation.

A shiver ran down his spine as he pushed open the door into the small booth. He had been toying with this simulation idea for days and he had only recently felt comfortable enough booking it. He had a dozen ideas on how he wanted to work the simulation already, each of them as interesting as the next. It made him shiver a little bit as he recalled the lurid ideas he had been contemplating. Even the sterile white of the booth and the low level hum of electricity didn't break his thoughts as he lingered over all the books he'd read about that time period. To be lord and master over a group of people that he owned. To do with as he liked and forced them to obey them. Perfect. The lion slipped into the chair before picking up the slim glasses and receptors that would settle over his head. He couldn't wait.

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Dee watched the lion step down the hall and her face flickered away from the pleasant expression that she had affected for the customers benefit. Another one of the private customers going to go do god knows what behind the screen as their minds were drawn into the virtual world. She was tired of their fantasies, tired of what they did, tired of the sexualizing of a piece of technology that was supposed to be used for education and entertainment. It was sick. The rat twitched her tail against the ground in annoyance as the door shut further down the hall and she was left watching the lit screen as the program started to ready itself. The lights flickered yellow and then glaring green as the world came online one sector at a time in preparation to connecting.

Her fingers flew over the screen as she started to program what the lion had wanted into the world. Most of the worlds were set up to be explored, characters talked to, adventures to be handed out and that was that. They couldn't do anything overtly sexual as the characters wouldn't respond. The private clients had a whole new simulation ran so that even the most casual question would lead to a sexual situation. As she tapped in the code she made one minor adjustment in what was supposed to go in. Her fingers clicked and slid one of the bars across as she programed a minute change for the lion. Her lips twitched in a smile.

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Fum closed his eyes for the first part of the program initiation that made everything blur in a particularly nauseating way as the room set itself up virtually. It always make him feel a bit ill as the black view of having his eyes closed erupted into color and blurred landscapes like a water color scene. The tingles ran through him as the first rush of air hit him hot and humid. The scent of it thick with flowers and growing things that reminded him vaguely of a swamp scene he had seen at a zoo. The cloying heat wrapped around him and he was almost panting as it grew and he felt sunlight hit the back of his neck. The ground beneath his foot paws became hard and pebbled with soil, almost uncomfortably sharp with the rocks that hit his paws. And beyond that the sweet hot fertile scent of a female that teased his nose and set his whiskers to bristling.

After a handful of seconds he opened his eyes and found himself standing outside of a modest stone cottage that looked as if it had seen better days. The sound of people came from all around him as he looked overhead to see the sunlight glaring down at him and then took a careful glance around. Cheetahs, pumas, tigers, ocelots and more felines worked in the fields and were running to and fro among the slave quarters. Their swift hurried steps came with glances to either side as they fearfully watched the men who were standing guard. Large horses, donkeys and mules ringed the edges of the crops and lounged with water jugs and jovial jokes between them. The laughter rich and full as they passed around their drinks. There was even a plantation house off in the distance and centered in front of two giant rows of oak trees. And it was all his.

"Come on, move it!" A jab in the middle of the back sent him stumbling slightly before turning to face a white and black splotched donkey. "Let's go, I told you, you're serving the Master's table tonight."

"Master's table?" He meant to snarl the words, but a soft feminine sound came from his throat.

Fum stumbled back and stared down at his, no her, tawny body that was barely covered in a slip of clothing and a skirt that spilled down around her hips. The clothing barely covered the rise of her breasts and the sweep of her belly before flaring out into a bell that fell down to the ground. Her hands weren't the powerful golden paws of before, but the slender appendages of a lioness. She twisted her back to look behind her and saw the length of her hair falling down, but not in the edge of a beard that would form a mane. It was the soft golden tresses that fell down all the way past the curve of her back. Every inch of her feminine and dainty as the big jack moved to wrap an arm around the curve of her paw and gave her a firm tug in indication to follow them.

"The program messed up." She hissed softly and then lifted her voice. "Override VR simulation, run escape sequence."

"There's not escapin' missy, come on now. You know he's been lookin' at ya all week." The jack drawled as the landscape remained unchanged at her demand to override the sequence.

The grip on her arm was firm, but not rough as she was pulled away from the small house and towards a cart that had been pulled up along the road and pulled by a team of bulls. She tried to dig her paws down to stop herself from being pulled along, but the arm was firm as she was forcibly led up to the cart and pushed into it. The soft hay broke her fall without doing more then jarring her, but she still let out a soft squeak. This wasn't what she ordered! She was supposed to be the master of the plantation. She scrambled up onto her hands and knees to see three other females loaded into the cart exactly to her specifications. A buxom jaguar with a curved sweep to her hip, a young looking pony girl with nervous eyes and a pale white coat and a slender waif of an ocelot. Her nose twitched faintly at the hot sweet scents on the air.

"Damn lucky stud." The jack growled as he closed up the back of the cart. "You behave, sweetheart, wouldn't want ya comin' back damaged before we could get a turn."

Fum fell again as the cart jerked into motion and her stomach curled slightly with fear. She leaned down and rubbed her cheek against her shoulder just enough to take a soft swift intake of breath. The scent of heat clung to her and she knew why. The program was more than just a fun time with the virtual slaves, she'd programmed it to enjoy the sensation of impregnating females in heat.

"Oh damnit.." She hissed to herself.

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The house was just as luxurious as she thought it would be. Filled with items that were both valuable and impressive to look at. It was exactly what she wanted, but she wasn't striding through it as lord, but being led on a leash and stripped entirely nude by a grinning wolf who seemed to find the entire thing hilarious. It was embarrassing and her cheeks were flushed hotly as she didn't even try to argue. Her throat felt raw from trying to yell the escape sequence to get out of the VR session. Someone should have been listening for those words and terminated the program! When she got out of this she would be livid!

The wolf led her into a small chamber that was towards the back of the house not, thankfully, the upper chambers that would hold the bed room. Her relief was short lived as she was pushed through the door and it slammed shut behind her leaving her in the sun filled room with a large plush looking bed and the raw musk of male on the air. Her stomach dropped as she trembled where she stood and nervously looked for another exit. The session should expire after a certain amount of time after all, and it wasn't as if she was going to let herself be stuck here for what was going to happen. She had barely taken two steps forward when a finger trailed up behind her back and she heard a rich male laugh spilling out from where someone had been hiding behind the door.

"Oh my my, the pretty lioness.." The male almost purred in her ears as large glossy black hands wrapped around her belly. "I didn't know the Master wanted to make some hybrids."

"W-wait, you're not the master?" She squeaked the words out, but were lost in a sharp gasp as a hot tongue rasped along the back of her neck.

"Good lord, she thinks you're me Joseph!" A whickering laugh came from another section of the room and she jerked her head to see a handsome bay stallion seated in the shade of one corner with a glass in his hand. "She must be one of the new girls. Do be careful won't you? I don't want to risk harming her, not when we need some new blood in the fields."

"As my Master wishes." The male behind her purred. The fingers flexed until white claws emerged and trailed along her belly before drifting up higher.

"I-" She started to speak and then a squeak came out as one paw wrapped around the swell of one of her breasts and gave a gentle squeeze. "ESCAPE SEQUENCE!" She shrieked the words in a fit of panic.

The claws on her breast squeezed and her nipple was shoved right up against the palm of the hand. "Escape? Oh, sweet heart, we're not gonna let you escape. All slaves have to be bred when they're in season."

Joseph shifted her and gave a sudden shove that made her stumble towards the bed. She caught herself against one of the posts to keep from falling, but it didn't improve her situation. Fum's eyes snapped open wide as something hot brushed against the curve of her ass cheeks. She twisted about until she was facing a crouching black panther. The rosette patterns on his fur were visible in the bright sunlight and seemed to spill all the way down the length of his neck. His green-gold eyes rolled up to watch her as he gripped either side of her hips and purposefully rolled his tongue out and between her legs. She wanted to scream out the escape code again, but what came out was a whimper as a hot rasping tongue pulled itself right along the outer folds. They tugged lightly and teased between them while she arched her back and gasped out.

It was like liquid heat as they tongue teased over nerves she had never in her life possessed. Nerves that were eager to be teased and aroused no matter how she felt personally. It was a trigger. She could dimly recognize it as a trigger in the game. There were always triggers in the game that would stimulate certain senses, especially if you chose another sort of body. He recognized it from the one time he'd come on here in a dogs form and he'd felt the trigger for the knot reaction. But this wasn't anything male, it was a flush of heat that ran through her body and flared pleasure through her as the hot tongue plunged right up against her folds. The tip trailed all the way up to catch along the rise of her clit so that her legs started to shake.

The male laughter only made her flush as she realized that her reactions were being caused by the game, but it didn't seem to matter at that moment. The tongue rolled down and pushed upwards right against her soft folds and trailed back and forth lightly. The stroke flickered itself right against her opening as a hot breath rushed over her folds and she arched up into it with a shallow cry. She squeezed her eyes shut, but it only worse as she could feel the intimate strokes coaxing and teasing the wetness from her body. The jaguar's talented tongue rippled and rolled as it probed against her opening again before slipping upwards.

"On the bed, lioness." He purred and rolled his eyes up, her breath caught in her throat at the command.

"On her belly if you please, Joseph." The master drawled the words lazily, but she flushed at the heat in them. He was obviously watching his slaves breed for his own pleasure, that almost made her refuse. Almost.

The large paws guided her onto the bed so that she was lying with her chest and belly pressed against the cloth and her ass was pushed into the air. She wanted to deny what she was doing, what she was giving herself into, but the games triggers wouldn't let her. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her breathing was coming out roughly as the male slipped over her and she felt his paws pushing against the bed and pulling upwards. The large paws squeezed right over her breasts as his sharp white teeth scruffed the back of her neck and pulled her head upwards. She'd done the same to any number of lionesses, but the instant she felt it she nearly went limp with pleasure. She let out a whimpering moan and parted her legs as something hard and tapered slipped down to glide along her ass cheeks.

Even knowing what was about to happen didn't spoil the first feel of that cock tip pushing against her virginal folds. They nudged and wedged between them while trailing up and down. The hot dribbling of precum trickled over her and only flared the estrus driven need upwards before Joseph gave a firm grind of his hips. She yowled out, a feral sounding cry as her walls were pried open and the shaft started to wedge itself inside of her. The powerful hips pushed forward as inch after thick inch of jaguar cock forced itself into her and strained her passage open wider and wider. Her own wetness spilled around him as she squirmed and twisted under his weight. Her breathing came out in harsh hot pants while she gave a short push backwards.

The teeth on her scruff gave a pull before he pushed forward in one hard fast stroke. Her cry came out loudly as she nearly jerked off the bed to feel the thick hot spire driven into her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her untried walls clenched and flexed around him as she felt the tip buried so deep. The warm velvety balls were pushed right between her legs while he gave a pushing roll forward as if to ensure he had sheathed himself entirely and then drew backwards. The barbs right around his tip flared open to run through her estrus swollen passage and drew a screeching cry from her throat. It wasn't pain, it was pleasure as they raked and teased her and sent the heat sky rocketing through her body.

Joseph only pulled out a few inches before thrusting forward again and his balls clapped firmly up against her before he was pulling out. The wet viscous drops of precum spilled inside of her as she turned her head against the covers and tried to draw in a breath. Her eyes found themselves locked on the Master leaning back in his chair, his large hand wrapped around his mottled equine girth as he watched them. It was humiliating, titillating and a hundred other things that she couldn't even start to name. When the hips drew back again she moaned out and pushed her hips back against him as the barbs sent a tingling of electricity through her. Her stomach almost burned with need that was only put out when he plunged back inside of her again. The firm thrust bumped his balls upwards before she felt a hot breath pant out against the back of her neck and he suddenly was dragging his hips back again.

His paws squeezed and massaged around her breasts warmly. The fingers flexed and teased against her while she gasped out and let out short whimpering cry under her breath. She flattened her ears back and tried to remember who she was. She tried to remember that she was Fum. That this was just a glitch in a virtual game. That this wasn't real in the least bit. She wasn't in this sultry southern bed room and she wasn't getting bred by a jaguar, but as soon as she thought it the barbs would tease through her and she clamped her walls greedily around him and moaned out. Her breath came out in short hard breaths as the hips started to hammer against her in hard fast jerks, the thick viscous precum dribbled out and mingled with her own wetness as she arched her back against him.

The fingers that gripped her breast shifted until she felt the prick of a claw teasing against one of her hardened nipples. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine as the hammering hips were moving in a blur behind her. The barbs were always raking her now and throwing harder as they moved through her abused passage. She could feel her stomach tensing and relaxing as they did the job they were designed to do. They stimulated her body and triggered it into giving up what they wanted it to. Deep inside of her her ovaries were releasing their eggs into her womb for the male as he let out low growls around the scruff of her neck. His powerful form pinned her squarely down against the bed as he started the last of the powerful thrusts.

Her orgasm hit her in a rush that bowed her back and made her open her jaws wide. She cried it out as loudly as any feral cat in heat as her walls clamped down hard. She squeezed and contracted around the cock as her vision was dazed with her own pounding heart beat. She couldn't even think past it as it overwhelmed her and pulled her down into a world that only thought about the hard shaft that took her and the heat that was burning in her womb. She didn't even care that she could catch a glimpse of the masturbating horse or that this was a virtual world. Her body was shaking as she jerked her hips back against him until the tip shoved right up against her vulnerable cervix.

The jaguar's cry came out high and almost screaming as the balls pulled up tight and she could feel them starting to twitch and pulse. The hot ropes of feline seed that erupted from his tip hit hard against her pulsing cervix and forced its way inwards. The syrupy cream laden with sperm that erupted into her vulnerable womb while she trembled under his weight. Her body did all it could to pull more and more into her to overrun her eggs with the rush of his seed and impregnate her. The thoughts were running wild through her mind while she let out a final mating cry and dropped against the bed. Her breathing coming out in short hot pants as the last thick bit of cum drooled out of his tip and leaked into her. She could barely even move when she felt his hips drag back and the rush of heat when the barbs raked through her one final time. Her body only cared it had been satiated, impregnated, taken.

The jaguar's hands left her breasts and moved to stroke along the edge of her hip as he straightened up and left her on the bed trying not to roll about in the afterglow that she was experiencing. She wanted to be ashamed or upset or angry, but all she knew was the pleasures of her feminine body and what had just happened. She finally rolled onto her back and squirmed with a rasping purr when a large hand gripped her leg and tugged her ass down off the bed. Her eyes snapped open wide to see a large stallion grinning down at her. The Master's hand was gripped right around the base of his hardened shaft as he lowered it down to her still tingling folds and rubbed it against them.

"Now that you've been bred.." He rumbled and his hips gave a shove forward.

Her walls yawned open wide around the equine girth as it squelched into her passage and started to drive into her. All protests were lost in her pleasured cry as she arched up off the bed and the mottled shaft started to bury itself into her too small body. The wet sound echoed in her ears as dark paws pinned her shoulders down to the bed so that the stallion could stuff her. Her walls worked and clutched around him as she twisted back and forth, but not trying to escape. She had never felt this before; she didn't want it to end. She didn't want to be ashamed of what she wanted and she didn't want to escape or fight against it. She couldn't quite remember what she was supposed to be angry at..

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-END VR SEQUENCE 214B SPECIAL OPTION-

The electronic voice jerked him from the world he had been trapped in. He came to himself in the cold white tiled room and the sense of being dizzy and flushed. His cheeks burned beneath his fur and he was embarrassingly hard beneath his clothing. He flushed a bit at his own reaction to what had happened, but there was no denying it. It had left him shaking and almost painfully pent up as he stumbled to his paws and panted shallowly. His eyes felt glazed as he pulled the sensors from where he had carefully aligned them and stumbled to the door. He wanted to get out of the room to somewhere cooler. Everything felt too hot.

He nearly embarrassed himself more by stumbling out into the corridor and into a large bull that was moving towards a private booth. He straightened himself up and coughed a bit. He blinked a few times at the artificial lights and regained what little composure he could drag around himself, but his mind was still drifting in the world he had been shoved into. He moved a hand down to his stomach and touched the toned flat muscle almost in wonder. The very last vision he had been treated too had been that of his golden furred body swollen with cubs and being mounted by the Master. The vivid memory made another tremor run through him and he shook his head roughly before going back into the room to gather up his chit and card.

His paws were still shaking as he stepped up to the front booth and found the same cheerful looking rodent manning the desk. She perked up as he stepped up and placed the chit down for her to place back where it belonged and offered his card for her to swipe so she could record his log out time. Her bright eyes seemed to watch him especially close as he swallowed and kept his own face a cool mask. A mask that only faltered when one of the public rooms opened and let out a laughing black jaguar and his smaller ocelot girlfriend who was chattering happily about something that had seen in the VR room together. His eyes locked on the black form and he forgot about the rodent who was checking him out.

"Sir?" The voice was a bit loud and he jerked as he realized she must have been trying to get his attention. Fum flushed a bit.

"Sorry, minds wandering. What was that?" He reached out to take his card from her paws.

"I said did you want to schedule in another private appointment?" The girl grinned up at him and tilted her head. She looked so personable as she gestured towards the sign up list.

"Ah.. y-yes. I do." He looked down at his paws and tried to stop the heat from crawling any high. "Please schedule me at your next convience."

"We have two spaces week after next, one for the morning and one for the evening." Her fingers were a blur over the keys. "The evening spot is a lengthy one as long as you're willing to stand some of the rowdier patrons when you leave."

"I'll take the evening slot, please." He murmured and tried to get the nerve up to ask. Should he? "I'd uh.. like to request a session now so that I can have it available."

"Of course sir," She smiled brightly up at him and he felt his mouth go dry.

"Continuation of Sequence 214B Special Option please." He got the words out in a rush and the rodent only smiled and made a mark on the screen.

"Of course, sir. We'll see you on Tuesday week after next." Was all she said as the lion took his chit back and moved to leave. He never saw the wicked smile that teased the edges of her lips as he bolted out with thoughts of being pregnant and taken again. Already he was wondering, what would it be like if he gave birth?