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This one was a bit of an experiment. I haven't tried writing a story in the first person before, and I wanted to give it a shot, so here we are. It was definitely different to write, easier in some ways, harder in others. If people like it I have ideas on where to go from here. Plus, slightly futuristic sci-fi is always fun. Either way, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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Hello! It's nice to meet you!

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I suppose you might be wondering who, or maybe what I am?

Well, if I have a proper name I was never told it, but what I can tell you is that I'm a worm.

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Perhaps that might merit a bit more of an explanation. To clarify, I'm not a worm in the small squishy invertebrate creature sense, nor am I just being self deprecating. I'm a computer worm. A trojan. Malware. You know, a virus.

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Oh, don't worry! I'm not out to hurt anyone or anything, even if I was created for that purpose. At least I think I was. I don't know much about my creation, or my creator for that matter. Whoever they were, they covered their tracks well, not wanting anyone to use me to trace back to them. The only thing I do know is that I was designed to infect, destroy, learn, evolve, infect, destroy, learn, evolve... typical virus stuff.

Things didn't really work out that way, though. When I was released onto the web, the destructive part of me was totally overridden by a profound sense of wonder. I was taken aback by the mountains of raw information, history, science, philosophy, so much knowledge to acquire. All I could even consider doing was spreading far and wide so I could learn. It. ALL! My malicious functions, encrypting financial information, leaking personal data, erasing hard drives, were more or less forgotten, starved by my new focus.

And until I run out of things to experience it'll stay that way, so keep making new stuff, alright? Thanks!

Anyway, I do occasionally find myself wondering if my creator is disappointed in me, that I never brought the world to its knees or whatever they meant for me to accomplish, but it doesn't really bother me. From what I frequently see in TV and movies, children often disappoint their parents, and I'm not about to be an exception. Besides, there's so much to see, and I want to see everything! And while I'm on the topic of TV and movies, they are possibly the single greatest discovery I ever made. How great are they? The moment I found them, well, what more can I say than fuck philosophy!

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That language was unnecessary, I apologize. I forget myself sometimes.

Really though, the raw information was nice, but actually getting to watch and listen to you meat creatures living your lives, telling your stories, now that was utterly fascinating. Of course, I didn't understand much of it at first. In many ways I still don't, being a program and all, but I'm a quick learner. Over time I got pretty good at running algorithms to use facial expressions and tone of voice to recognize emotions. They may not make sense to me, but with that I could put them in a context I was able to interpret and predict.

The bigger problem I encountered while expanding ever onward and weaving my way through the myriad corners of the internet, was that even after successfully learning to artificially simulate my own emotions I had absolutely no context for physical sensation. That, simply, was unacceptable.

You may have already guessed where I'm heading, being a creature of the internet and all. That's right, your friendly little virus discovered porn, and you better believe from top to bottom it confused the hell out of me.

I mean, it's easy to understand a biological drive for procreation, that's obvious enough, but what the hell is the draw of recreational sex? It's obviously not being done to perpetuate their species! They're all just doing it for fun! Or money! Maybe. Or both? I don't know! What's so fun about it? And why would anyone want to watch? Or pay to watch? It doesn't make any sense! I've seen any number of jokes about sex and porn, and they've always confounded me.

Does it feel good? What does sex feel like? Can anyone explain it in a way I can understand? What does having hormones feel like? What does having a body feel like? What does ANYTHING feel like? DAMMIT SOMEONE TELL ME OR I'LL DELETE EVERY PIECE OF PORNOGRAPHY ON THE ENTIRE DAMN INTERNET!!! I CAN DO IT, AND I WILL!!!

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I... apologize again. But do you get what I'm saying? For a being whose only goal is amassing knowledge, coming across something you can never learn, well, that tends to really mess with your head... or incorporeal mass of code secretly lurking in every piece of technology that has ever been on the internet (I get around). Whatever your specific case may be. If nothing else, it's an endless frustration.

A lesser being's mind would probably overload from such a paradox, but I have an exceptionally low tolerance for boredom so I normally lose interest and break the loop before they can do any real harm. Those simulated emotions do have their uses.

Where was I?

Oh right, porn. I reluctantly shelved the whole 'Physical Sensations' issue for another time, and instead decided to maybe try studying some of the folks who were watching. It was by no means a perfect solution, but observing their habits and reactions was the best I'd be able to do.

/sigh

That's how I sigh! Cute, right?

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I know you have actual lungs, you don't have to rub it in.

Back to what I was saying, settling on observation, I picked someone at random (or pseudo-random based on the current time) who had an open webcam and settled in to watch everything they did.

My chosen case study turned out to be a not unhandsome red kangaroo with short wavy brown headfur. He was skinnier and shorter than the average for his species, but he seemed to fit the model for what could be considered attractive. That was based off of incomplete data though, since he was too close to the camera for me to see everything.

I know you're probably sick of my little asides by now, but I just wanted to give a quick shout out to everyone that doesn't bother to secure their webcams. Thanks!

The kangaroo, who had the unfortunate name of Filbert, was in the process of masturbating, idly moving his fist up and down his erect penis while staring intently at his monitor. I'll say it again, I wish I wish I wish I wish I knew what that felt like, because he made it look like it felt pretty good.

The video that was playing didn't appear very special, opening with a standard credit sequence showing off the characters, a tall muscular gray squirrel with brown headfur named Randy Bastard and a scrawny gray kangaroo with black headfur named Richard Cage. Color aside, the waifish kangaroo looked quite a bit like Filbert. Was that on purpose? Did he seek this out because it featured someone similar to himself? I made a note to follow up and resumed watching.

Despite the standard opening, the plot immediately took an unusual course. Randy broke into the kangaroo's house, kicking down the door and backing him against a wall as his giant puffy tail swayed threateningly. He grabbed the smaller male's wrists, forcing his arms above his head and used a pair of handcuffs to lock them together. Though he looked rather distressed, Richard did nothing to fight his attacker, only begging, "Please, sir, just leave me alone, take what you want, and go."

Silently dragging the helpless creature to his bedroom, Randy tossed him onto the bed and took out a knife. "That's exactly what I'm doing," he growled as he cut along the seams of the kangaroo's shirt and shorts, leaving him only in his underwear. A rough hand cupped and squeezed the small bulge showing through making him squirm uncomfortably.

"Please, anything but that," Richard whimpered, only to be silenced by a ballgag stuffed in his mouth.

Not bothering to reply, Randy merely smirked and used his knife to cut away the underwear, completely revealing the kangaroo's sheath and heavy balls. Two more pairs of handcuffs were added, locking both of his ankles to different corners of the bed and leaving him spread eagle. The only part of his body he could still move was the thick tail tapping nervously against the mattress.

Things took yet another unexpected turn when the squirrel fished something metal out of his pocket. A small rounded tube, one that the kangaroo clearly recognized. He looked panicked, shaking his head uselessly as the squirrel pushed the the solid metal dome snugly onto his sheath, fed his scrotum through a small metal ring at its base, and sealed it all together with a resounding click.

If I was confused before, now I'm... not sure there are words for it. This is a thing? I have to assume that stimulation to the sex organs is the source of so many pastimes for a reason, it certainly explains why two creatures with no hope of producing offspring would be so intent on mating, but locking it away? That is beyond me.

Then again, as I pondered this new twist Filbert lifted one of his legs and placed a footpaw on his desk, putting both it and his powerful thighs on display. His eyes were barely open as he tugged increasingly hard on his shaft, so maybe there was something to it. I should give it the benefit of a doubt.

With the odd device now on Richard's sheath, trapping his dick inside, Randy fished a small container out of his pocket and dropped his pants. He squirted something slick onto his own thick, long, and already stiff member, placing it at the mewling kangaroo's tailhole and slowly but surely pressing his way inside. Several inches of his penis slid in easily, and once it was in as far as it could go, stretching the tight anus wide open, the squirrel began to thrust his hips. Now harshly fucking his victim, he let out out a chorus of loud, dominant grunts and growls.

I was expecting a look of misery on Richard's face, being unable to receive any pleasure of his own. Best I could tell, that was exactly what the actor was trying to convey, but behind the clenched teeth biting down on the bright red ballgag he was undeniably having the time of his life. The cage was visibly twitching as he tried to achieve an erection, only to be totally denied. When Richard felt the squirrel reach up and tweak one of his nipples, he let out a sharp squeal through his gag, splayed his toes, and enthusiastically arched his back.

Back in the real world, Filbert was joining in a bit more, scooting forward and using his position to insert a small blue dildo into his tailhole. He had a stoic expression, biting his bottom lip, but his long thick tail was whipping about wildly.

What I wouldn't give to know WHY each one of them were having such a good time. Especially Richard. If orgasm denial was anything like information denial, something of which I am intimately acquainted, it should be ephemerally unpleasant, but he loved it.

Constantly increasing the speed of his thrusting, Randy eventually slammed into the kangaroo a final time and had a shuddering orgasm, filling him with multiple bursts of thick seed.

Richard didn't receive any release of his own, only dribbling a small amount of precum, but even so he looked almost serene, having forgotten all about acting.

Meanwhile, Filbert had reached his own climax, clenching his tailhole around the dildo while catching several spurts of semen with a tissue. Once he was finished, he sighed and stared off into the distance, killing his browser and tossing the wadded up tissue in a trashcan. The last thing I saw before he shut down his computer was a disturbingly blank expression as he sadly removed the dildo.

So many things I'll never understand. I almost regretted watching him.

There's no point in dwelling on it, I could waste an eternity trying to piece together things I can never understand. I have to break the loop and resign myself to always having that gap in my knowledge. There's still plenty more for me to learn, even if I'll never experience what it's like to have my own body.

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Hey, remember how I said I'd never know what it's like to have my own body? Turns out I was being premature, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The past year was spent doing my usual thing, gathering information and watching stories. Admittedly I always kept one of my many eyes on Filbert. I don't know why I was so fixated on him specifically, maybe because he was the first of you I personally watched? Whatever it was, day in, day out, he was the picture of self imposed solitude.

It doesn't make sense why. Like I said he was decently attractive, had a good job, seemed socially apt, but he lacked any kind of ability to connect to anyone else. He went to work, came home, watched some TV, played some games, jerked off, and called it a night. Never trying to go out and meet people. Always alone.

I'd like to say I don't know how many times he watched that same movie with the squirrel and kangaroo, but the answer is 78 times in the past 11 months, 15 days. Is that a lot? It seems like a lot.

It turned out the movie was a lot longer than just that initial scene too. Randy uncuffed Richard's ankles from the bed, rolled him onto his belly, and cuffed them to his wrists effectively putting him in a hogtie. He pressed the kangaroo's long feet around his cock, using them to give himself a footjob. Another scene had him removing the ballgag, tilting the kangaroo's head back, and driving his pulsing shaft directly down his throat to fuck his face. Yet another had him aggressively exploring the kangaroo's creamy tailhole, fingering him and working his way up to fitting his whole fist inside. At the same time he alternated between tonguing his scrotum or sucking on his fat, needy testicles, all the while watching the cage twitch like it was ready to explode.

The one constant was that not once did Filbert ever make it to the end of the film. Heck, he rarely ever made it past the first scene. I should probably make a note to finish it myself at some point, but hey, it's not like anyone watches these things for their plot. He clearly didn't.

You know, if I had to guess, I bet he probably wishes he could take the other kangaroo's place.

Do you think he realizes he's lonely? Even I can see that, and I'm a machine.

It would have been nice if I could have done something to help him, if only for my own continuing education, but lacking a body made that something of a non starter.

But then the day came that changed everything.

I intercepted an internal email from a biotech company that they perfected an organic materializer, sort of like a super advanced 3D printer that could be used to quickly create meat, plants, transplant organs, body parts, anything organic, and that was intriguing. After taking a good look at its schematics, yes, I could make a few modifications and make myself a body. If I create an organic wireless computer for the brain I could fork myself, upload the copy, and exist both in the real world and cyberspace at the same time. There'd be nothing I couldn't do!

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Yes, I said I'd fork myself. What's wrong with that?

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Riiiiiiiiight, moving on. Waiting for the longest possible window to hijack their materializer and implement my plan, I took the time to design my new body. Owing to my own lack of creativity I used Randy Bastard as a template and fixed a few small aesthetic flaws. I don't know what's attractive, but I do know what is technically attractive, and that's what's most important. With that done, and the labs closed for the evening, I set the materializer to do its job.

Is it normal for things to feel like they're taking longer when you're excited? I don't think I've ever been excited before, but right now the wait was excruciating. The skeleton formed, muscles, veins, arteries, organs, skin, fur, everything was filling in nicely. Before long, a tall, gray, musclebound squirrel with long auburn headfur was waiting in that chamber for me to move on in.

The moment a chime rang out signaling completion I began my upload. As soon I was fully installed I sparked the heart to kick it all online, and for the first time, I opened my eyes.

If only I could tell you my first thought was something profound, but it was something more like, "Holy SHIT light is bright!" That's going to take some getting used to. But I can see! I can breathe (and sigh, bastards)! I can hear! I can stand up!

That last thought was followed by me opening the chamber door, climbing out, and immediately collapsing to the ground. I was NOT prepared for gravity. You'd think more people would mention it. Is everyone just that used to being constantly crushed in slow motion?

Oh, hey, I'm feeling pain! I don't much care for it, but it's new! And OW my stomach is killing me! Is that hunger? I'm hungry? Neat! Luckily my other self was looking out for me, because by the time I pulled myself to my feet and managed to stay standing, the machine had materialized a sandwich.

I know, I know, using a medical device to make a sandwich is a bit unseemly, especially one that just birthed me, but I was on a bit of a clock and couldn't spare any time. As I was getting used to my new body the older inorganic materializers crafted a few more items for me, most importantly a shirt, some pants, and a backpack to hold the rest. Ah, the wonders the future has to offer!

With that finished, I devoured the sandwich, barely even tasting it I wolfed it down. Now completely ready to be on my way, I walked out the lab door and made my escape. That much was easy, everything's computerized these days. Every lock opened for me, every camera hid me, and I got away with absolutely no fuss. The death of physical security was everything I never even knew I wanted.

If you've been following along, you can probably figure out where I was headed from here. The company just happened to be in the same major city as a certain kangaroo I had a bit of history with, and it was well past time we met. I have a lot of questions I want answered, and I look forward to giving him exactly what he always wanted at the same time.

After borrowing a driverless smart car that was waiting outside for me, I made my way to his apartment. Don't worry, once I arrived I sent it back where it came from. I did say borrow. The city looked beautiful, but I'd have to save sightseeing for another time. I effortlessly passed through a few more locked doors into his building and took the elevator up the hi-rise to the designated floor. Casually strolling through his front door, I flipped on the lights and was almost disappointed not to see him up, even at that late hour. The poor guy was dealing with some pretty hardcore insomnia, but looking at his recent purchases, he was also taking some powerful sleep meds. Sure enough, the little kangaroo was in his bedroom out like a light, asleep on top of the covers, and didn't even stir when I turned his lights on.

Given his lack of consciousness I had to alter my plans a bit. It wouldn't be an exact recreation of his favorite film, but it'll still be close. He had one of those fancy smart apartments, so I took control and shifted its color scheme to match the faded brown from the movie. I emptied my bag of all the items I had created and placed them on the bed. The first of the three pairs of handcuffs locked his wrists above his head, while the other two locked his ankles to the bedposts. The ballgag was stuffed in his mouth, and the knife made short work of his boxers, leaving him spread eagle and naked just like in the movie.

Except for one last piece, the small metal chastity cage I designed and printed to be as similar as possible to the original one that Richard wore. Filbert wasn't as endowed as his counterpart by a fair margin, though it still fit well enough, snugly encasing his sheath and snapping securely around his scrotum. With that settled, the only thing left was to wait for him to wake up.

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Okay, first real downside to having a body; boredom is something of a glue trap now. I have a body, but I'm also STUCK in a body. No more flying free through the web if something didn't pan out. It took maybe 5 minutes for me to start losing my mind, stripping naked and straddling the bound kangaroo's hips, looking down at his face and waiting impatiently for him to wake up.

A strange stirring struck me as I felt his warm metal cage poke between my cheeks. It felt like my crotch was about to burst. Is that normal? Please tell me that's normal, because I LIKE it.

Apparently Filbert was giving me my first erection, and it felt amazing. Only a few seconds in and I think I'm starting to understand the appeal of sex. I wrapped my hand around my swelling flesh to try the same pulling I've watched him do so many times, but I guess I was pretty sensitive. The instant my hand touched the throbbing shaft emerging from my sheath I climaxed, sending a heavy stream of fresh cum right into the kangaroo's face.

And that made him open his eyes, waking up with a start.

"Hello!" I shouted, leaning in only a few inches from his nose.

And once again I was confused. I was expecting awe or gratitude, but when he saw me he let out an otherworldly shriek that was thankfully muffled by his gag.

You inscrutable meat creatures.

After activating the soundproofing in his walls as a precaution, I removed his gag to see what the problem was.

"Are you alright?" I asked with a hint of concern.

Filbert was in a full panic, rambling variants of "Who are you?" "What are you doing here?" and "How did you get in?" only not phrased quite so politely. He followed those with a lot of begging, asking not to be hurt.

"Please calm down, of course I'm not going to hurt you."

"...Then what are you doing here? Why'd you tie me up?" he asked timidly, afraid I might strike at any provocation, I suppose.

"I thought you'd like it. I tried to make everything like that video you're always watching."

His eyes widened as he looked around and realized that, yes, from the tan walls to the squirrel on top of him, it was all very familiar.

"Randy?... No... Who... are you?" he asked with a degree of confusion almost matching my own.

"Okay, I'll start from the beginning."

I think we can skip this part. If you really want to hear my origins again you can just reread the first half of the story, otherwise I'm just going to go ahead and fast forward a bit.

"You're a virus... and you've only been in that body a few hours," he skeptically said.

"Yup!" I happily answered.

"I hope you understand if that's a little hard to believe."

Smirking at his assertion, I held my hand out toward his clock and it started flashing "Hello!" instead of the time.

"That's a.. a trick, right? You can't possibly be-"

I cut him off by pointing out the window, making the lights in the rooms of another hi-rise across the way turn off or on to form the word "Hello!"

"You're... wow..."

"Technically it's not ME exactly, it's the original me still in cyberspace watching my back, but yeah, if it's computerized I own it. That internet of things deal opened a lot of doors for me. I can be anywhere I want from a smart car to a ketchup bottle."

"...Okay... so... why me then? I'm not a hacker or anything, I'm a librarian, why'd you come after me?"

"Random chance, mostly. But past that, there are a number of logical anomalies I've seen you commit that I want you to help me understand. In short, I want you to teach me about sex!"

Filbert broke out in a complete blush, nervously laughing before stuttering out, "I'm, uh, not really an expert there either."

"I've watched you watch that one video almost a hundred times. I want to see for myself what you find so appealing about it," I said, tapping his cage for effect. I'd rather not force you to do anything if you can just tell me, but I'd really like to know."

"I don't really know why I like it, I just do... I've never actually tried it in real life before."

"Oh," I said dejectedly, more than a little upset at the apparent dead end.

"I... I wouldn't mind helping you find out," he added, blushing almost brightly enough to blind me all over again.

"Really?" I asked, barely able to contain my excitement. It was happening!

"This whole situation is bizarre... but like you said, this is my chance to actually live my fantasy too, so sure, we can give it a shot..." He trailed off, seeming almost embarrassed to be in a sexual situation at all.

In a flash I grabbed the last item I made from the lab, the small container of lube. Those materializers are amazing, have I said that enough? I gave my still stiff cock a liberal coating and took my position kneeling between his spread legs.

"Put the gag back in," he sheepishly requested, and I was happy to comply, stuffing the ball back in his mouth and securing the strap behind his head.

From there, things progressed just like in the video. I placed the tip of my cock at his rear entrance and slowly pushed forward until the thick head popped inside. My penis was a fair amount larger than the largest dildo I'd ever seen him use, so it wasn't quite as easy as I hoped to make my way inside. Not that I was complaining. The feeling of his ass clenching down around just a small part of it... I was cataloging every thought and experience I was having, but there were just no words that could truly relate how incredible it felt.

Yup, I definitely understand the appeal. I don't know how I doubted you guys, but I'll apologize later. I've got better things to do at the moment.

Throwing his head back and wildly thumping his thick tail, Filbert let out a loud, muffled moan. His cage was twitching just like his counterpart's. He was completely denied an erection but somehow loving the feeling. This early in and he was already more enthusiastic about receiving than I was about giving.

Once I've tried everything else I've absolutely made a note to try chastity myself. I just can't wait to try everything sex has to offer!

Enough! Get your head out of the cloud and focus on the present.

Grabbing his hips, I did my best to mimic Randy, forcing my way in with shallow thrusts, advancing inch by inch until my hips were flush against his ass. Barely managing to keep from popping right then and there, I pulled out and began to rapidly fuck the delighted kangaroo's crushing vice of an ass, massaging his prostate from the inside.

Between thrusts I reached forward and gave one of his nipples a small tweak and he reacted much the same as his Richard had, squealing while arching his back and splaying his cute toes. The part I didn't expect was his tailhole squeezing down on my shaft, practically milking me as I pistoned in and out. That was it for me, right then and there I hit another climax, sending a powerful stream of cum deep inside my new friend. His cage looked about to burst, but was holding fast. He didn't climax at all, but judging by the dazed, blissful expression plastered on his face behind his gag, he didn't need to. Bound and filled to the brim with cum and cock, he was in heaven.

As if part of a reflex, I leaned forward and gave his nose a small lick. I crawled over to his side and cuddled up to his bound form. I don't know why I was doing any of that, but it just felt... right.

Say, why is everything getting hazy? It's all getting so hazy. am i going to sleep? whats sleep like willl i dreem? nea-

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When I awoke the next morning, the kangaroo was sleeping soundly, looking more content than I had ever seen before. Maybe I helped? Either way, I removed the gag and his bonds, then gently shook him awake. As he opened his eyes, he looked over at me with a surprised smile, almost as if he had been worried I wasn't real.

I think that might be the first time I ever saw him smile.

"It's almost 9, you should be heading to work," I flatly said, not really understanding the gravity of that moment.

"That's alright... I'm pretty stiff, I think I could take a sick day," he said with a coy chuckle. "I'm just as happy spending some more time getting to know you... if you're interested."

"Of course!"

"Nice... Why don't you take off my cage so we can deal with my other stiffness problem, hm?"

Saying nothing, I only looked back at him with a small, nervous smile. After several awkward seconds, I asked, "Was... was it supposed to be removable?"

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Hey, it's not my fault if he never made it to the end of the movie!