The Reality of Virtual Reality
#2 of Other Stories
'Cheral, deciding to slip on her outdated VR headset and enjoy her favorite sex simulation before leaving it behind for a few weeks at her parent's place. unfortunately, she was unaware of the oncoming lightning storm when she logged in, and as her headset was to outdated to come with the Weather-Warning program, she was shocked to find herself torn from her sim by a freak lightning storm, and has to deal with all the bugs that come with it...'
A quick little fic I wrote because I was bored and had the inkling to write something like this. Hope you enjoy :3
It had happened quickly. One minute, Cheral was enjoying being taken by a big, strong dragon, about to hit her peak alongside him... And the next, the simulation just stopped. There was complete sensory deprivation for a minute, and Cheral expected to be brought back to reality... But, that was not the case, much to her surprise. The shapely, Feral dragoness was left standing in a blank room, her swollen pink folds leaking and matting down her cream-colored fur. She growled, looking around for the 'Helper' program that always popped up when something was wrong. Her fur was on end from how close she'd been from an orgasm, making it look poofy and distort the dark brown stripes along her back. Damn it... What the hell was wrong now!? She knew her VR helmet was due for replacement, being an outdated and clunky model, but damn it, she was enjoying that simulation!
"KiRA, what the hell!? Why was my simulation disrupted!?" She called, seemingly to no-one in particular.
"Apologies, Lady Cheral. It was an emergency shutdown, due to a lightning storm. The B-52 model does not come with the weather-warning program like most updated models, and thus you were not told there was going to be a storm in the area. The power went out, and now the helmet is running off the backup battery. Your simulation was ended to make sure your sensory receptors were not damaged in the case of an emergency ejection from Virtual Reality. Please give us a moment while we prepare your mind f-f-f-f-f-ffffffffooooooooOOOOOOOOO--"
Cheral blinked rapidly. The room was she was standing in started to glitch and tear, and the AI continued to glitch out as well. Unbeknownst to the dragoness, thunder had struck her house. Literally, her house. The resulting break in the sound barrier caused her home to shake, as well as pop every light in the building. But, what was worse? Her old VR headset's surge protector had failed. The machine had been given an intense jolt of energy, overcharging the backup battery, the secondary battery, and even the emergency power battery, as well as sending Cheral careening towards orgasm as her simulation was instantly resumed for exactly three seconds...
And then her world was sent spinning, and the dragoness fonud herself laying o her stomach, head resting on a pillow. Damn it... She'd been kicked out of the Sim again, and this time she was closer than ever to orgasm! Oh well... She'd just have to... To... What the hell!? Cheral tried to move her arms to remove her helmet, but they wouldn't respond to her wishes. She tried to move something lse, but was met with the same results. What was going o-
"OOOOOOOOOoooor removal... Oh, false alarm. Power has been restored. Resuming Sim-sim-sim-siiiiiIIIIIIII"
You know that expression 'Lightning never strikes the same place twice'? Well... That's a flat out lie, as Cheral came to find out. Her house had beens truck not once, but twice, by lightning. Again, her house shook, and again her VR helmet was temporarily brought to life by the insane amount of electricity coursing through her dwelling. Again, Cheral was thrown in to her Simulation, and again, she was ripped from her powerful orgasm as the fleeting energy was gone in an instant. Only this time, when she was brought back to the real world, there was definitely something wrong...
Cheral squealed and bucked... Or she would have, had she been able to move. The dragoness was, for all basic purposes, completely paralyzed. She could not move a single muscle, and breathing was about the only thing she had control over. The VR helmet, in that second strike of lightning, had fried a bit of her noggin; Mainly her motor controls. The damage wasn't permanent, oh no, but until she got to a doctor, Cheral was unable to move. Which, in all honesty, she was fine with right now.
Her VR helmet was still running on that backup battery, the one that had been overcharged to the point where it had almost exploded. And, since the VR helmet thought she'd been successfully ejected, simply resumed the simulation now that 'appropriate power' had been restored. That big, strong dragon was still fucking her brains out in the simulation, and Cheral could see a blurry image of it with her head still in the helmet, but what was more, she could feel it; His weight on her back, his thick, ridged, knotted cock tying inside her, hi hot breath on her neck as he roared... She felt all of it, albeit fairly muted, as she wasn't actually in the simulation right now.
Which presented another problem of its own; she wasn't in the simulation. The VR helmet only had her sense of touch still linked to it, and could manipulate nothing but what she felt. And, since she could only feel things that weren't real, it was safe to say that she couldn't actually orgasm from any of this. As unbelievably good as it felt, as close as she was, as wet as her folds were... No orgasm came to Cheral. She was so close, so damn close! But it wasn't real. The knot spreading her wide wasn't real. Nor was the blunt, thick head of the dragon that was now crammed hard against her G-spot. None of it.
Cheral would have screamed if she were able to. For help or for release is a mystery, but she wanted to scream when she realized she was trapped. The Sim was set to continue until she hit her orgasm, and the male was scripted to hit his peak in time with her. But, she couldn't orgasm, and thus the simulation wasn't going to end. She was trapped, forced to endure the agony of being so close to an orgasm that was only building and building without release. Her clit throbbed, her folds leaked, unable to clench due to her paralysis... And she was trapped, until someone found her and took the helmet off her head.
Her dread and anxiety only grew when she remembered that she'd bought the biggest backup batteries on the market for her model. For the backup, the secondary power source, and even the emergency power battery. All of them were the biggest you could get... And all of them were overcharged to bursting. All together, the three batteries would have lasted Cheral a week if something were to go wrong and she were using helmet. Now? That was easily extended to three, if not longer. She was trapped, truly, until someone found her. She had no plans to see anyone anytime soon, she lived far away from her parents, and she rarely spoke to her neighbors. Her only hope was that a friend came by when she didn't answer her phone... God she hoped it would be soon! She was going to go insane if she didn't have her orgasm soon!
In her lust-filed state, Cheral had forgotten one thing; Her bags were packed to visit her parents in the morning. Her friends weren't expecting her to be back for three weeks.