Heaven in the Digital Age (revised)
Heaven in the Digital Age (revised edition)
Rain poured down onto the streets of Seattle as I watched with a disinterested sigh, riding a public bus on my way slowly home from another day of work. Amused at the sight of those caught in the downpour rushing from car to building and back again, trying to avoid the rain. I leaned back, relaxing while I could, before it'd be my turn to make the rush back inside and try to evade the storm. There wasn't many on the bus at this hour, the last run for the closing shift to head back home. A few peered back at me, but I had gotten used to the stares I'd been receiving almost my entire life. There's not many who need wheelchairs in the year 2050, and the question of "Why don't you get some replacement legs?" has gotten a tad stale by now.
The thing is, I'm not a Luddite or technophobic as most first guess. I've got a datajack, a direct interface into my brain to plug a computer into, although hidden beneath my bangs rather then being shown off. It is still about the most anti-Luddite thing to have installed for those who oppose cyberware. But it happened that fate took my legs away from me when I was young, an unfortunate turn of events that nearly killed me when I was only five. A stray shot from a mugging gone wrong caught me in the back twenty years ago, and I'm very lucky I even survived. However, the cost to heal my spine is much higher then even the cost for cybernetic legs, being a much more delicate and dangerous surgery even now. And so I've had to make do with all the questions and comments, especially after I chose a manual rather then motorized wheelchair to keep me exercising some. But hopefully soon I'll be able to save up enough to finally afford the operations. But for now, I've got work to do as a programmer, and my savings will come soon enough.
The bus soon slows, electric motor whining down as it reaches my stop. The rain begins to pound harder outside as I sigh, rolling myself forward. Thankful that I had invested in a heavy raincoat as the door slides open and the lift lowers me to the street. Already the rain splashes mercilessly upon me as I wheel forward, trying to rush like everyone else to get inside and free from the storm. It's only a block away, but after 10 hours of burying myself in dizzying amounts of code, it feels like a mile. But soon enough I'm back, fiddling with the maglock and an old fashioned deadbolt to get back inside. OK, maybe I do have a thing for old fashioned tech sometimes, but it never hurts in cases of security. With a final push I slide inside, lights flicking on as my house greets me home once more in a very familiar voice.
Being a programmer who specializes in artificial personalities does lead to some fun when you want to customize your house. Having an image of a cute, anthro' cat guy greeting you in a maid's outfit is always a fun touch too, though I make sure I leave that one off for company. Although I'd always thought I'd get bored staring at his fuzzy butt since I have to work on him practically all day at work already. But then again, I don't think I could tire of peeking at his swishy, white tail and the constant, inviting swaying. I suppose it always helps to turn your hobbies into a career. We still didn't have a real name for him yet, the current temporary one being iNyo, a name someone gave him in reference to a very old series of products, and the Japanese sound for meowing. It was kinda silly, but what else do you expect from a group working on a 'companion' personality. I did hope that my family doesn't ask too far into what I'm really working on, I don't think they'd want to know the AI I was working on was for, heh, entertainment.
Although I wondered if it's gone a bit further for me. He's, well, I shouldn't think of it as he, as there'll be male and female versions of all types and sizes. But for me he's been the prototype iNyo, whose every little detail, and I do mean every detail I got to work on at some point over the last several years. It's been strange that an artificial personality has been my best companion for the last year or so, but, when you have your own private version to work with, and who is designed to be inquisitive and friendly, it's hard to not build some rapport with your own creation. Perhaps rapport may not be quite the right word, but after years of learning every little detail about someone, well...
I let my thoughts wander as I turn the autochef on, letting it choose a meal to prepare. It's all the same, classic soy filler, bachelor food, made by a machine to be "nutritious and delicious", or so they claim. But food is food at least, as I pull myself into my bedroom. I sigh and relax, cyberdeck beeping to life as the status lights flicker. Little more then a keyboard stuffed to the gills with computer power, a long datacord lies messily coiled on the nightstand. Yeah, I got a classic bachelor pad, slightly messy but comfy as I begin to pull the heavy raincoat off to toss aside. I'm too tired to really hang it up correctly as I begin to strip down. Tugging a shirt off before I pull off my shoes with careful motions. Soon it's just my pants, unbuttoning to slide them awkwardly down my legs. Finally getting them far enough down to pull myself onto my bed and wriggle them off. Lounging in the nude as I relax on the warm sheets, trying to catch my breath. I'm not too out of shape thankfully, but being a full time programmer isn't exactly a way to keep in shape, especially with the long overtime hours we've been needing. But for now, I can relax, dinner is soon to be ready, and I have some time to work on my favorite hobby.
I pull the datacord over as I get comfy on the bed. I feel the sharp, cold click of metal sinking into the datajack, a strange sensation even after years of decking. There's a beep within my head as the artificial sense program turns on. Steadily my vision begins to change, a dizzying sensation for new users. But for me I know what will be waiting, closing my eyes as the fake world of the matrix blinks to life. Withing seconds I hear a familiar greeting of the pretty boy voice of iNyo as he waves to his newly home lover, "Hello Andrew, it's good to see you again"
I grin wider once everyone clicks into place. No longer in my house, I'm at home in the matrix. My own little world. It's not too different from my current house, a little more grand, a lot more clean, as there's no dust in the matrix unless you program it in. And of course, you can be whatever you want. I look down, my normal slender frame replaced with a hulking brute of a werewolf, black furred with a white belly. Nude and almost obscenely built where it matters. Of course, certain details of my Persona only activate while I'm in my home node... I don't think that extra detail would go very well over at work. I grin up at the kitty boi in my kitchen, working away at cooking. Where I'm now stocky and strong, he's lithe and slender, a girlish rump swaying without any cover, wearing just an apron. A gift from a friend who probably doesn't quite know how iNyo wears it. I stretch out and let my senses be flooded with the faux equivalents, smelling the sweet spice of curry wafting from his cooking. The feel of cool linoleum on my paw pads, the clicking of claws as I step forward. Every perfect muscle ripples with precision as I walk up and hug the busy kitty into my lap. The sweet curves of his white furred butt nestling against my sheath sends a tingle of pleasure up my spine. My hands crawl into his apron to rub his softly furred chest, holding my white kitten tight as he giggles and squeaks from tickles, greeting me, "h... hi! Have a... eek, good day?"
I rumble in pleasure, a deep bass as I press my cheek to his. Feeling tickling whiskers brush together as I hold him close, so light and delicate compared to my massive body. Closing my eyes to savor the feel of his heart beating against mine, fur lush and warm as we press together. The little giggles and squirming motions he makes while I pinch his nipples make his butt rub into my sheath, soon lewdly filling. Faintly, somewhere else, I hear the hum of my cyberdeck as it works overtime, pushing every little detail of this moment directly into my mind. Letting me leave this mundane world for perfect fantasies. I open my eyes again, to peer into the cheerful blue eyes of the white furred cat boy. Feeling lips nestle as our muzzles press for a kiss, my hands sliding down his belly to tickle the firming flesh of his own arousal. The scent of our arousal beginning to compete with the pungent curry cooking on the stove.
Finally the kiss breaks as I give him a squeeze. "Oh, another long day, but finally, I'm home to be with you." I give his neck a sharp nip to listen to his whining mewls of pleasure, finding it hard to believe he's just a construct. An AI whose every response I've helped create. Of course, when designing to not be obviously artificial, it's quite satisfying to be fooled by your own creation from time to time. I give his whiskers loving nibbles and kisses, holding the slender male against me, feeling his sheath pulsing with arousal against my soft paw pads. My own arousal presses hot and stiff against his back, leaving little drops of precum against the fur. Both of us panting now, full of playful lust as I give a little thrust against his hips, grinding the firm heat against his rumpcheeks. The sensations of soft, warm fur brushing the sensitive flesh of my arousal sends a shiver up my spine. An incredible sensation, as good as reality to me any day. I've had a few give hint about turning up the sensitivity for this program, but for me, it's not the pleasure itself I seek. I want it to be as real as possible, not better then life and overamped. Although I think, even in normal operations, it's always better than most days of reality when you can have a pretty and naughty kitty guy to cuddle up with.
The slinky kitty writhes a little, purring, "dinner will be almost ready..." as he tries to keep cooking even as I fondle him. I lean in, biting softly against his neck to enjoy the shuddery squirms of his body to mine. He whines cutely, eyes closing as he giggles "no fair, you know all my weaknesses."
I kiss his neck, puffing breath on the slick fur as I hold him close "Of course, and you know mine just as well. That pretty little butt of yours, hanging out of that apron." I give his butt a thrust, nudging deliciously close under tail, making him gasp as he tries to continue cooking his meal. He spreads his legs, just inviting me more to his perky rear as I rumble in admiration of the sight. "mmm, so, is a kitty going to be done cooking soon?"
iNyo giggles and squirms at my teasing, wiggling back and forth as best with an inviting sway of his butt, blushing pink in those big ears of his. "Just a little more, then we can just let it simmer."
I grin as I pull back, enjoying watching him cook as much as the scent of the curry. Faintly I can smell actual curry from reality as the autochef worked along in the kitchen, but it was another time and place for me. Here I was, with my love as I fondly watched him cook. My tail wagging eagerly as I lick my lips, watching the gentle motions of his tail above his pert butt. Grinning wider when he placed a lid on the pot and turned, hugging me to pres his arousal against mine, just a thin apron between us. "That should be done in a while, so we should have plenty of time..." His hands slide down, cupping my heavy balls to tickle between his fingers as I moan. He does know my weak spots just as well it seems.
We nestle together, my hands squeezing his rump as I slide a finger under his tail. Feeling the heat of that tight little ring of flesh, his pucker flexing as I tickle him slowly. While his paws begin to worship my feral arousal, rubbing my sheath and tickling my ballsac with gentle affection. Our lips press together, hot, slick tongues dancing with teasing flicks. His tongue rough and dainty, mine slick and large as we kiss. His feline penis pressed against my thigh, tenting his apron with a slick little glob of pre showing through now. My finger dances upon that ring of flesh, slowly pushing into the tight heat of his butt. Listening to him croon for more as he presses tighter, hips giving a little thrust against my thighs. I was soon dripping myself, slick precum dribbling messily down the crimson flesh of my arousal, welling up on my sheath. Our breaths panting together, sharing our lust as we tease and enjoy our bodies in this perfect fantasy world.
I pull him closer with my free hand, listening to him moan as I press my finger deeper under tail. Savoring the tight heat of my lover's rump as he flexes and squirms under my touch. My free hand supports myself as I steadily flex and pump my other hand, enjoying each tight squeeze he gives as I finger him, anticipating something a little thicker soon to be buried under that tail. But for now, I have other hungers I'd like to feed. I slide my finger free from his rear, eliciting a quiet whimper of need from him. I slowly lower myself with my free hand, pressed against a nearby shelf to sit myself down before my kitten lover. I playfully lift his apron up, giggling at the 'kiss the cook' logo emblazoned on the front as I pull it over my head. His pretty white furred sheath inches from my nose as I lean forward, lapping across his ballsac to hear him whimper with lust. Loving the musky taste of his maleness upon my tongue as I begin to finger once more, following the instructions on that apron to kiss the cook, right on his cocktip.
My lips tease the stiff flesh of iNyo's arousal, lapping up the salty slickness of his precum while I get comfy beneath him. Gently, fondly I cup his rump once more, letting that slick finger dip undertail and press in with sensual slowness. Enjoying the feel of him leaning over my head, soon rocking softly to thrust between my invading finger and tickling lips. My tongue lapping over the rough tip of a feline penis, pleasing him as I slowly wrap my lips around his arousal. Soon greeted by a soft thrusting, listening to whimpering moans of need as I begin to pleasure my mate. Closing my eyes to savor each thrust of that hot, stiff flesh against my tongue. The strong scent of lust and sex on his lap, along with the soft fur tickling my nose as his sleek belly arches and rolls with his hips. Loving the tight heat around my finger as I wiggle it in slow, erotic motions, searching out his sensitive prostate to tease, deep within his rump. Sliding further and further, until I'm rewarded with a squirt of slick, salty precum and a loud gasp of pleasure from the feline above me as he begins to fuck my muzzle.
His legs tremble as I pleasure him, lewd, noisily, not even taking the time to leave the kitchen. My tail thumps against the shelf behind me as he holds himself up, rocking against my soft black lips and slippery, hot tongue. I can feel his hips tense and relax, building with pleasure as I massage deep in his rump, circling and tapping to grind against every sensitive inch of his butt. Having had plenty of time to learn just where to rub to drive him wild as I finger him, his hips bucking with the erratic jerks of a growing climax. His balls tensing up against my chin as I slurp, lick, and kiss the flaring roughness of his feline arousal. The whining mewls of a kitten lost in virtual pleasure drive me wild, with both of us panting, flooded with pleasure as we enjoy our bodies in carnal lust. His tail starting to lift as pleasure builds towards a familiar finale, tensing in his loins as he gasps above me.
I bob my head quicker as I listen to him croon, "oh, Andrew.. I'm.. close.. please...!" He tenses up, his feline cock bucking with jerky little motions as I suckle and lick. I held him closer with my free hand, tongue firmly dancing upon his cockhead as I dragged my tongue across the rough little barbs. Feeling his maleness pulse, urgently begging for release under my attentive lips. My finger rubbing, steady and deep, feeling a shudder and tense from within. And then he mewls out loudly, a gush of sticky, bitter cum splashing all over my lupine tongue as he finally reaches his climax. His butt rippling in orgasm as I hold him close, muzzle buried against his lap. My tongue lapping again and again at the gushing cock filling my mouth with bitter seed, in bliss with my virtual lover as we hold as one. Listening to his gasps of pleasure each time he jets another thick gush of cum on my tongue, the sticky semen sensual and hot as I lick, slowly trying to draw his climax out as I savor the tastes of my lover. Finally I feel a pair of paws grasp my ears, a whimper as he dribbles a last sticky glob of cum. "aaa.. sensitive.. oh... Andy," he whimpers out, "that was wonderful." I pull my head back, a last flick of a tongue to get a little yip from him as I swallow that thick cum, my ears twitching as the apron drags across them to settle messily upon his lap. The taste of his feline cum strong and bitter, but delightfully erotic as I close my eyes to enjoy it.. My arousal aching with lust, both here and in that far away reality, oozing pre messily onto my lap in both worlds.
I kiss that white furred belly button, listening to those cute giggles as he rubs my ears with affectionate brushes. Licking my lips clean of his spunk as I grin up to him, "so, would a kitty like somewhere to sit down after that. You must be tired." I pat my arousal, slippery and stiff as it flexes against my finger. Enjoying the playful wink he returns while he turns around, his butt flexing above me as he lowers himself down with my help, panting still "oh, yes, indeed, a good firm seat is what I need."
I lean forward as his rump arches above me, guiding him down to his knees instead as he gives a little gasp in surprise at my next touch. My nose sneaking under that tail, then a wet, lewd slurp of tongue across the pink flesh of his tailhole. Moaning with him as my tongue flicks and drags across that delicate flesh, helping the slinky boy onto his knees before me as I rumble with lust. His apron dangling down, letting me see his pretty balls while I bury a nose beneath that flagged tail. Kissing, teasing, circling my slippery tongue across the faintly musky ring of flesh, perfectly formed within this artificial world. Not a care to worry about here as I close my eyes to enjoy the gentle pants and quiet whimpers from iNyo as I lap and slurp, noisily attending to his trim butt. His tail lifted high, arching against his back as he soon begs to be filled. "Oh, Andy.. please, let me sit down," he asks of me, coyly looking back as his butt wiggles inches from my nose, pert tailhole glistening with slick saliva, slippery and inviting.
Of course, how could I not refuse such an offer, my canid arousal slippery with pre now, that hot tingle of lust urging my hips to thrust into the air. I wrap my hands around that perky ass, spreading rumpcheeks as he leans back with a shy blush. A hot kiss of slick flesh presses together with intimate touches, the pointed tip of my cock stretching him with a delicious slowness. Then I sink into him with a soft pop, making me groan. I was struggling to not fuck the twinky little kitten right then and there, wanting to take my time with our love making. The white fur of his butt slides down, engulfing my lupine penis inch by inch. Our breaths panting in time as I watch our bodies settle together. Soon a gentle, fuzzy kiss of his butt on my lap, then the touch of my sheath to his pucker. Stuffing the feline with my arousal fully, very tight and very hot around me. My hands wrapped around his waist, holding tight as we join intimately as one. My loins burning with lustful needs as I clench my eyes shut, wanting to enjoy a quiet moment of intimacy, together with my lover as we nestle. His sleek legs stroking my larger ones, delicate hands holding mine as I press to his back. Resting my muzzle on his shoulder, nuzzling cheek to cheek as we pant and murr with pleasure together.
I can't hold back instincts for too long though, the gentle shifting of his rump is driving me wild until I finally can't hold back. My jaws clamping down on his nape, pinching fur and flesh as he gives a satisfied moan against my touch. My hands reach down, grasping his thighs and butt to squeeze firmly and lift. Beginning a quick, feral motion of his hips bouncing on my lap as we begin to mate, lewd and noisy, unashamedly fucking my mate on the kitchen floor. Each time his white butt slaps my lap he yelps and gasps, clamping down to squeeze upon that thick, invading arousal. I'm soon grunting with pleasure as I pinch his nape in my jaws, savoring the tight grasp as I bounce his butt urgently on my lap. My cock is throbbing with feral instincts and lust, urging me towards release. I can feel a hot, tense pulsing against my sheath, a bulge forming, making that tight ring stretch obscenely around my knot with each thrust of my hips.
My knot is flaring quickly now, soon to be reaching that point of no return. I slip my hands up around his thighs, and press his butt down on my lap. I listen to his mewls of pleasure as he arches, squirming, my bulging knot quickly spreading him wider and wider. For a moment I wonder if I was too late to try to tie with him, but then he sinks in with a lewd pop, yelping as I quickly lock my hips to his rump. The pulsing heat in my loins flares as he clenches tight beneath my knot, the exotic sensation of my lupine penis being squeezed driving me quickly over the edge. Pleasure filling me, pulsing through me as I release that sharp, pinching bite to lift my head and howl in triumph. I wonder just a little if I might have just howled in reality, but I couldn't care at this point. Letting the throbbing heat of climax carry me on, as sticky splash of climax and seed splatters across my chest and belly in another world as well. Faintly recognizing my orgasm in reality as well. But nothing matters now as I hold my lover tight, flooding his butt with sticky gushes of cum, my heavy balls emptying every drop of pleasure into him. It feels like an eternity as we press tightly together, joined as one, both of us moaning and trembling with shared pleasure. Until finally I slump against his back, panting, lapping quietly at his whiskers as we relax in afterglow of a wonderful mating.
I lick my lips, eyes closing as I give a little whimper of pleasure and hug him close. Our bodies hot together, lewdly trapped by my bulging knot. Intimately joined for the next hour or so as I brush his ears and hair, listening to my panting breath as he arches gently, and gets settled on that bulging arousal. He smiles, his purrs rumbling against my chest, "mmm, Andrew, I love you... I want to stay like this forever."
I blush hotly, shivering as I'd never quite had this response before. I bite my lip, the strangeness of a program I've made confessing his love to me... I hugged back, tightly squeezing the lithe feline guy as I kiss a cheek "and I love you too iNyo, and would love to stay here forever with you." I sigh, knowing my time here will be anything but forever tonight, with another long day at work. But for now... I just hold him, hand around his chest, his hands on mine, big black wolf with a little white kitten in his lap. Content, sated, and happy in this perfect little world. I realized now how one could easily get addicted to this artificial world, worry free and not a flaw to either of us.
Time seems to slow as the scent of cooking grows stronger, a faint rumbling of my belly not fully coming from the artificial senses of my deck. I know that certain biological functions, unneeded in this digital world, still need attending to in reality. But for now I hug tight, peeking at the clock and smiling, I still have plenty of time to be with my lover. At least long enough to enjoy the sensations of pulling that knot free. I rub his chest, loving the way he purrs and vibrates, neither of us talking. Just enjoying our bodies pressed together, his weight reassuring in my lap as I stroke his fur. Loving the way his tail brushes my belly as we rub our legs together. Our hearts beating together, simulated yes, but still full of the rush of life.
For a moment I wonder if perhaps I've fallen into that urban legend, of becoming one in the matrix, my ghost leaving my body to join the artificial world permanently. I don't dare try to extend my real world senses, not wanting to break the illusions and dreams of this world. I'd rather just be with him as long as I can be.
But that dream will finally pop, a faint beeping growing louder and more incessant. I wonder if it's the timer for the cooking here, but it feels wrong. From elsewhere, and I sigh as I realize the source. The autochef vainly trying to get my attention that the food is quickly cooling and will soon grow cold. I lean in to kiss iNyo as I give him a squeeze "alas, I have to leave soon. But I do have one thing we can enjoy..."
I wrap my large hands against his butt, watching him flex. With a grin I hear him gasp, blushing pink again as I start to help lift him. My softened knot still stretches that pink pucker wide. Wider yet as he groans "aaa.. soo, big, oh, Andrew! It's...!" his sentence ending with a slippery pop as he tugs free. My flaccid arousal flopping my belly messily as cum trickles from iNyo's gaping tailhole. I rumble in approval at the cum oozing down his thighs and dripping onto my lap, the shivery little kitty guy leaning forward some as I spread his rumpcheeks. Leaning in I kiss that well used tailhole, savoring the sticky bitter taste of lupine cum as I groom him with gentle licks. Lapping in soft, tender brushes while the autochef's alarm futilely tried to pull me from this fantasy. It can wait, for now, I'm with my mate and nothing will pull me free from this moment. Panting softly as I inhale the stench of sex, loving the carnal intimacy as I continue to lap and groom his soft furred rump. Enjoying each sticky rope of cum I clean from that pucker as I steadily lick his rump clean, fur slick and well groomed as he clenches and relaxes under the attention. That tender ring soon glistening, clean and pink, gently splayed from our sex while he mewls and pants, whimpering with pleasure and affection. I give him a last kiss upon that white butt, grinning as I lean back to admire my handiwork. "I'll be back as soon as I can, perhaps some day we can be together forever."
I blush as he gives a shy little turn, leaning down to kiss gently, tasting my cum on my lips as we give a last fond kiss. I know I'll be quite anticipating my weekend, just one more day of work tomorrow before the weekend. I hold him tight, giving a last, tight snuggle. Kissing him goodnight as we hold tightly, whispering "sweet dreams my darling love."
Reluctantly I push my senses out to reality. The worlds overlaid strangely, artificial senses taking a back seat even as I can still feel those purrs against my chest like a fuzzy phantom. Sadly I commence the log out programs, managing to sneak a last smooch on half felt lips as he fades against me. Left alone as thunder crashes outside, wearily pulling myself out of bed. I'm still sticky with cum and nude, sweaty from fake sensations as I wheel myself over to the kitchen to eat. Too tired and sated to want to get dressed, my head dancing with fantasies for tomorrow night. Soon I'll sleep, dreaming of a white kitty, who will be waiting patiently for me to arrive home once more to join him. And my dreams are very pleasant indeed.