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No body starts their day planning to get fired. I didn’t either, but spoiler alert, I got fired anyway. Not on purpose, of course. My co-worker Steve had given me one of his sandwiches earlier that day. I do love ham and swiss. What else he had in there I really don’t know, but when I put it in the toaster oven we have in the breakroom, the entire thing practically exploded, engulfing half the room in flames.

When they finally put it out, the fire had done several hundred dollars in damage, if not thousands. I don’t know, really. It had all gone by so fast, it was a blur to me. The cherry on top was that the first words out of my boss’s mouth were “this has been a long time coming” which was news to me! What else had I done to put me on the firing list? I was an upstanding man, I busted my ass to get every job done on time and in good quality… Why then?

I puzzled over it all the way home. There were a million possibilities, and yet none of them really made any sense. I hadn’t been on anybody’s bad side, especially not the boss’s. I puzzled and puzzled all the way into my driveway. Even up the walkway to my front door, but there something waited to distract me from my bad day.

Patiently sitting on my porch was a dull gray aluminum box with a bright yellow Eros Technologies logo trimmed in red. I hadn’t ordered anything. The premiere virtual reality company was far outside of my budget. It must have been a mistake. A quick check of the box showed my name and address though.

Perplexed, I hefted the surprisingly light crate up and carried it inside. After staring at it in confused contemplation for several long minutes, I retrieved a box cutter to get the thing open. The box had more of those clear plastic seals on each of the lid’s edges than were really necessary, but they came away with each quick stroke of my little yellow knife.

Under the lid was another box, this one cardboard. It also had far too many plastic seals on its lid but I made short work of them. Beneath this lid was a solid Styrofoam piece of packing with the Eros Technologies logo stamped in the top. I pulled it away and beneath, finally, was the contents of the package. There was a small paper book laying atop a black body suit wrapped in plastic. It read

EROS TECHNOLOGIES

1-800-555-2657

MIN VIRTUALITY REALITY SYSTEM

CLOSED BETA

You have been chosen to participate in EROS TECHNOLOGIEES beta test of the latest product, the Min Virtual Reality System. You are forbidden from sharing any information on what you experience during your interaction with the technology contained in this box under penalty of law.

The Min Virtual Reality System is designed to connect people around the world on a sexual level and allow participants to enact their deepest desires in a safe environment with other people of like mind. The body suit [Bag No. 1] has sensors built into every inch of the synthetic leather liner that detect your body and relay that over the network into your partner’s body suit and in turn, relay the sensations of your partner’s body over the network into your body suit, allowing you to feel as though genuine physical contact is taking place where there is none.

The helmet [Bag No. 2] contains another set of nodes on the inside of the liner that serve the same function. In addition to transferring the physical sensations of what you will experience in the Virtual Reality, these nodes also disable all motor function for the duration of the experience, so you will not have to worry about walking into walls or knocking things off shelves.

There was more, but I set the book aside and pulled out the black suit and helmet the first page of the booklet mentioned. I tore at the clear plastic bags like a child eager to free his Christmas presents from their wrapping.

They looked like something out of Tron! I was absolutely giddy as I laid them out on my couch. I took a moment to stare down at the suit and helmet then pinched myself to make sure I really had them, that I wouldn’t wake up and this whole turn of events wouldn’t disappear. I grimaced as the reality of the situation flared up as a slight pain between my fingers.

I quickly snatched the booklet and started flipping through, searching for the instructions. I glossed over them, eager to try out my new toy. The entire thing linked up with a small server box that I hastily plucked out of the bottom of the box and set up on my coffee table. The entire thing seemed to be activated by brain wave patterns or something along those lines. Sheer thought either turned on or off the system.

The last page of the booklet was terms and conditions and warnings and stuff none of us ever read. I didn’t give them a second thought this time, either!

Without a moment’s hesitation, I shucked my clothes and shimmied into the skin tight body suit that seemed to be just my size. I didn’t linger on how the Eros company knew my measurements. They probably screened all of their beta testers somehow or another. They probably knew my body size for this the same way their holographic mannequins knew how to advertise all their clothes in my size in each of the windows in the mall.

As I sat down on the sofa, I stared down into the helmet’s blank face for several moments. My heart was pounding.

“My deepest desires?” I asked.

It was not forthcoming with answers. What exactly did that mean? Anything? I settled the helmet onto my head and darkness surrounded me. I felt my arms fall limply to my side and terror filled me as I realized I couldn’t move them. But then I remembered what the booklet said about the nodes in the helmet inhibiting physical movement and I slowly began to calm.

Deepest desires? I wasn’t sure I wanted the Eros Technologies guys to know about my deepest desires, but… why not have some fun with it then? What could be a fun sexual encounter that I had fantasized about? Well, with all of the Rogue One hype, my mind had been on Star Wars quite a lot, hadn’t it? Why not… Rey? Yeah, I wanted to fuck Rey.

Words appeared hanging in the darkness before my eyes both familiar and yet still a total shock.

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The darkness began to blur as colors and lights began to take shape around me. Reds and whites and silvers and blacks all around. Beside me, a small pedastool appeared the top of which held an open cairn of ash and charred bits of lord knew what. In the middle of all of that, a black helmet made of rough material that I recognized instantly.

In front of me, there was that restraining table I’d seen in the movie so many times and restrained in it, the object of my desires. Except this time I was watching the scene from a different angle and Rey was without any of her Jakku clothes. Her young breasts heaved as her face contorted in a painful mental struggle I knew she was having with Kylo Ren.

No, I realized as I noticed my own gloved hand extended toward her naked body. Me.

“You’re afraid you will never be as strong as Darth Vader!”

I knew the next line like the back of my hand. Star Wars had always been my vice and this new movie was no different. I stumbled back, drawing my hand away as if it had been pressed against a hot stove. I glared at her, just as was expected. I saw the relief and the excitement fill her eyes and a part of me wondered if this was another beta tester like me. I didn’t dwell for long. I felt the cold recycled air on my face, the heavy robes and armor covering my body, the hot confines of my synthleather gloves.

This is where the scene changed in the movie, but I didn’t want to re-enact the movie. I wanted to fuck Rey. I had to improvise, and fast. I steadied my shaky breathing and stepped forward. “Well we’ll soon see, wont we?” I said, reaching down to try and unbuckle my pants with one hand while the other reached out and squeezed one of her boobs.

Rey gasped and arched her back up against my hand. Now I knew she was another beta tester. It wasn’t fear I saw in her face, but elated anticipation. Like me, this woman probably had the fantasy of fucking Kylo Ren, so the virtual reality altered our appearances and matched us together like a video game’s matchmaking system.

I felt the cold air assault my erection as I pulled it out of my black leggings and took a moment to marvel at how real that felt! It was like I was really there! Rey must have noticed my hesitation because she jerked against her restraints and gave me a look much more pleading and appropriate to her situation. No, not as appropriate after all. She looked afraid I wasn’t going to do anything to her.

I stepped onto the dais the restraining table sat on and pressed myself against her. “I am going to show you the power of the Dark Side,” I said as I forced myself between her legs. She spread them wide, or as wide as she could in the bindings, and arched herself against me. I wasted no time forcing my length into her.

As I sunk my shaft deep into her body, I felt resistance for only a second before I foced myself past it. Rey arched and stiffened beneath me. When I looked up, her eyes were wide and her mouth open in shock.

Her tight, wet folds squeezed me, throbbing in time with her thundering heartbeat. It felt so real to me. Had taking the character’s virginity like that felt as real for her? That look certainly suggested that was the case. I wanted to stop, make sure she was okay but then the idea that perhaps this was part of the fantasy, that she wanted to experience Rey being raped by Kylo Rey, discomfort and all.

I steeled myself and drew my hips back before slamming them back in. As her body rocked against the cold metal table, she whimpered and clamped her eyes shut. Her hands balled into fists beside her body and I was starting to have second thoughts. But I also felt the soft mounds of her teenage breasts pushing against the black cloth covering my chest.

So I threw caution to the wind. I slammed my hips against hers without mercy as I groped her chest and hips. She whimpered and cried. Her face was pure Rey, but her constant thrusting back against me and pushing her tits against my hands clued me in that she was acting out a fantasy of her own.

Faster, harder I fucked the virtual character. It felt so real, like I was really there. In the back of my head, I knew I was still limp on my couch, but I could feel all of it as if this were part of the movie and I had been cast as Kylo Ren!

The reality of it all came crashing down on me, pressing me into new levels of pleasure. I felt myself rushing to my end and I groaned deeply. I leaned forward, kissing the soft, warm skin on Rey’s neck. “Gonna send you back to your friends with a souvenir,” I said as I felt the fire that had been building in my groin explode outward, filling my body, and hers with heat and pleasure.

I kept thrusting into her young body as best as I could as I felt my cum rush into her pussy, filling every crevice with molten wetness.

“Fuck!” she cried, struggling more against the restraints. Not struggling, I realized. Bucking as her own orgasm overtook her.

I groaned deeply and stepped away from her. As the cold air rushed over my damp length, the world faded away. My last image before darkness enveloped me was of Rey, naked on the restraining table with my cum dripping down her thighs.

A moment later, words began to appear before my eyes. The usual survey one receives when participating in betas of video games or similar things. They asked me to rate my experience, asked specific questions that required various ratings, but no sooner did I read them that my answers appeared floating for a brief instant below the question. Clearly it was reading my mind.

Then the words [Continue/Abort] appeared in front of me in a vibrant red color. Now that was the question of the day, wasn’t it? Of course I wanted to continue, but I didn’t even know where to begin. This thing made it seem like I was actually there! I could experience anything I wanted! I pondered the question for a moment then grinned inwardly. I knew it was a long shot, but my curiosity was growing. What if I could experience what men could only imagine in their wildest dreams? There was nothing really specific in the thought. I was open for anything, really, as long as it sated my curiosity.

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Light began to appear all around me, melting and swirling together before it began to take shape. A bedroom I didn’t recognize appeared. There was a large, king sized bed, two dressers, and a vanity off to one side.

My body began to tingle and itch, especially around my chest and between my legs. Before I could ponder the sensations and wonder if maybe I had contracted some electronically transmitted disease, a man’s voice startled me to attention. “Why don’t you get on the bed, Pet.”

He was fit, but not fit enough to make me overly jealous of his shape. He clearly exercised, though I wouldn’t call him a body builder or anything like that. But he was naked. And already hard. His prick looked huge! Not that I spent much time looking at other dudes’ junk, but man, I was jealous of that weapon!

I looked down at myself and my eyes widened. I was naked, but I wasn’t…well, me! I had bare, pale flesh, a modest bust whose nipples stood out straight in the cool air, a narrow waist and slender legs. And no dick. I could barely see my clean-shaven pussy, but then I wasn’t used to seeing one from exactly this angle.

My ears flicked as the man sighed. “I said get on the bed.” He looked displeased, but the twinkle in his eyes scared me. It looked like he wanted me to disobey him. I wasn’t sure about this anymore.

Wait, ears? Flicked? My mind was momentarily distracted. Somehow, I knew I had long pointed ears and a tail that flicked behind me in the growing agitation I felt with this scenario. A… cat girl? It certainly seemed like it.

Then his hands were on me. How had he moved so fast!?

“Wait!” I tried to plead. “No!” I wanted to yell out to the VR system wrapped around my skull, but somehow the words failed me. I tried to concentrate on ending the simulation, back out into the dark lobby again, but the images, the thoughts were fleeting, hard to hang on to.

“No?” he asked, his hands holding my wrists above my head as I fell onto the soft bed. I could feel the warm fabric against my bare back, and a painful discomfort as my tail bent at an awkward angle beneath me. I don’t know how, but I felt the limb as if it existed. “Then you should have obeyed me the first time!”

He gathered my wrists in one hand and held me firm. I struggled against his grip, but he was so much stronger, and larger. I am not a small man, but somehow this big fellow was overpowering me with ease. Panic began to set in as his free hand pawed my chest. I felt him squeeze me and pain filled breasts I knew I didn’t have. But it felt as though I did. I grimaced and yelped. This was getting out of hand. I turned my head as I tried to twist my torso away from the groping hand. The door was just over there. If I could get away from this man, I could run to freedom. I’d be safe.

“Stop struggling!” the man on top of me said, pressing his full weight against my small, slim body. It grew hard to breathe as his ribs pressed down against my own, smashing my breast uncomfortably against myself and making it difficult for my diaphragm to expand. “Don’t make me have to tie you up again!”

Again? Somehow I knew he wasn’t making an idle threat. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the hazy memory of my wrists and ankles bound to each of the four bedposts tickled at my consciousness. As well as the dull echo of pain as he ravaged me in such a position.

Fear filled me. I didn’t want him to touch me anymore. But I wanted him to tie me up even less. Tears filled my eyes and I heard myself whimper as my struggles lessoned. I nodded slowly and as I felt his weight shift, I spread my legs for him. I did it of my own volition, but it was an unwilling gesture.

I sobbed as he entered me. I felt him spread my body wide as his length pushed deep into my body. I knew it was impossible, somehow, but I felt every vein and texture of his firm arousal as he speared into my canal. My body shuddered in revulsion as he withdrew and forced himself against me again. Every sickening slap of his hips against my own made my long ears flatten more firmly against my head.

I grabbed handfuls of blankets on either side of my head. I don’t know when he let go of my wrists, but I did know it didn’t matter. He wasn’t holding me down and he didn’t tie me up, but I was still being restrained by my very existence. I was his pet. This was my purpose. I clamped my eyes shut and whimpered as his hands squeezed my breast.

A part of me knew this was wrong, but I didn’t know in what way anymore. I just knew I wish I was somewhere else, given to a kinder master. Memories, or maybe fantasies, rushed into my head of myself, but seen from another’s eyes. I was in various positions, always whimpering and crying as he fucked me, spanked me, slapped me. This was life? I hated it, but there was no escape.

I turned my head and opened my eyes to stare longingly at the door as the man’s moans filled my ears. I knew he was close somehow, as if we had done this a million times before and I knew his every tell by heart. I knew any moment, his heat would rush into me and terror began to fill my chest.

My breathing quickened and my eyes widened. I turned to stare up at him as my claws dug into the bedding, tearing little holes in the soft fabric. He was staring down at me, his face glistening with sweat and his eyes scowling, filled with disdain and possession.

I knew what was coming and I wanted it even less than I wanted this already terrible violation. What if it took? What if this was the time that biology won and my hope lost? But that was impossible.

Wasn’t it?

His hips stilled against my own, pushing my body uncomfortably into the bedding below as his throbbing length began to pulse and empty his load deep inside me. My voice broke as I cried out and sobbed. I got no pleasure from the orgasm rushing through my body, pulling his essence deep into my belly.

As his weight lifted off of me and his thick cock left my body with an audible pop, I curled up and wept against the disheveled sheets. He grunted and panted heavily as he stood up off of the bed and stared down at me. “Was it good for you too?”

I didn’t say anything but curled into a tighter ball, trying to will the world out of existance and push his seed from my body. I heard him laugh and felt like vomiting, but I didn’t have the energy to move and I didn’t want to lay in a puddle of my own filth.

“Good,” he said… then he was gone. The world began to fade. I no longer felt the bedding beneath me. I no longer heard his panting breaths. I opened my eyes to see the words floating before my eyes [Continue/Abort] and elation rushed into my heart.

“Abort!” I yelled. “Abort! Let me out of this fucking thing!”

The words vanished and sensation rushed back into my body. I yanked the helmet off of my head and chucked it onto the sofa seat next to me. I jumped to my feet and hastily pushed the very tight suit away from my body. As I dropped it onto the floor, I sprinted down the hall into the bathroom and wretched in the toilet.

Slowly I collapsed onto the tiled floor as I gave another offering to the porcelain god. As my stomach settled, I closed the lid and laid my head on it. That was one of the most intense experiences I had ever experienced. Not only had it been a rape, something I thought no one should ever have to endure, but I had been a woman. I had experienced The Other in ways I never even dreamed. I hated how vivid it had been. I could still feel his cum dripping down my thighs.

But I hadn’t felt that in the VR. I had been laying down and it didn’t have the chance to leak out. My heart leapt and adrenaline carried a new wave of panic through me. I lifted my head and stared down at myself. There on my bare chest were two ample boobs and between my legs, cum was in fact dripping down the insides of my thighs.

Not believing what I was seeing, I jumped up and ran to the sink to stare in my reflection in the mirror. Staring back at me was a blue haired young woman with long blue cat ears. Behind her, a long blue tail flicked in agitation. She stared into my eyes with the exact same fear I felt.

I cupped my boobs and gasped. I felt the swell of flesh against my palms and the pressure of warm hands against sensitive skin. I felt my nipples firming on their own accord and something deep in my belly I knew I shouldn’t have fluttered.

I gripped the edge of the sink with white knuckles but the woman staring back at me didn’t have any answers. She looked as helpless as a worm on a hook. I hung my head and clamped my eyes shut. There had to be a number to call. This couldn’t be normal. It was a dream. It had to be. But if it wasn’t, those bastards were going to fix this!

I turned and stumbled out into the living room on shaky legs. As I collapsed onto the sofa, I snatched the phone off the coffee table and turned the VR user’s manual over in my hands. I quickly dialed the phone number and awkwardly held the phone to my head where I could hear the speaker and hopefully my voice would still reach the receiver.

It rang and rang and rang and rang.

They must have had quite a few complaints about this sort of thing! I drummed my fingers on my bare thigh, careful to avoid the damp streak of cum there, as if ignoring it would make it go away. Come oooon!

“Eros Technologies.” A voice finally answered.

“Yes, I’ve got-…” My eyes widened. My voice was high, feminine! It took me a moment to get over that, but I continued “I’ve got a problem I would like resolved immediately!”

“Yes ma’am, and what problem would that be? Here at Eros Technologies, we strive-…”

“I’m not a ma’am!” I yelled. “Your new beta VR thing turned me into a… a… CATGIRL!”

There was a pause and I could hear the faint sound of tapping, like heavy strokes on a keyboard. “Yes ma’am, I am seeing multiple reports of similar complaints from other beta testers of the unit. It is a known issue we are working on.”

I waited, but she seemed to be done. “And?” I asked. “Are you going to fix it?”

“The issue you have described is clearly spelled out in the terms and conditions in both the user manual and in the software’s initial setup,” the CSR said calmly. “If you would like these effects reversed, we will send properly trained technicians to reverse the transformation and retake possession of the unit at our earliest available time.”

My heart leapt. I could have my old life back! I could be ME again! “YES!” I almost screamed. “I don’t wanna be a catgirl! I want to be me! Take the fucking thing back and put me back the way I was!”

There was more tapping on the keyboard. “It appears all of our techs are out right now. Our first available time will be tomorrow at eight ay-em, is that acceptable?”

“YES!” I actually yelled this time. “Yes, that is fine! Eight in the morning, perfect! Thank you!” I gave her my address and hung up, knowing my saviors would be coming to make things right.

I sank back into the sofa and let out a heavy sigh. My eyes slowly drew back to the black suit and helmet on the seat next to me and I licked my lips. That rape was not something I had really wanted. I stared down at the swell of my breast and beyond at the dripping bare slit between my legs. My fingers experimentally reached down and explored myself. Every little touch sent electricity shooting through my nethers. I had everything a woman should. Lips, clit, slick tunnel I could barely only just fit one finger inside. I was for all intents and purposes, fully female. But I knew I was not. I was born a man. I had lived a man.

I turned, looking at the VR suit again and chewed on my lower lip. They were coming to fix me tomorrow. There was no worry in the CSR’s voice. This was something they could handle. Why not explore some more, enjoy it while it lasted before they put Humpty Dumpty back together again?

I pondered for several moments then decided to throw caution to the wind. Why not one more try? Curiosity, as they say, and I did want to try experiencing sex as a female without all the rapy bits.

I pulled the suit back on carefully and was astonished to find it a much more comfortable fit this time around. The chest portion had somehow changed, altering to fit my new bust perfectly and the rest of it hugged my altered proportions like a glove. I didn’t dwell for too long. At this point, I didn’t care how it worked, I was going to get rid of it tomorrow anyway.

As I sat on the couch again, I settled the helmet (which now had two protruding cones that fit my ears comfortable inside) onto my head and relaxed back into the cushion. A moment later, I felt all control of my body fall away.

What now? Well, why not go whole hog? I was already a catgirl, why not take it a step further? I wouldn’t call myself a furry, but I knew of the fandom’s existence. Disney’s Robin Hood had been one of my favorite cartoons growing up, and every respectable Nintendo fan knew about Starfox.

But I was already a catgirl. Why not take that a step further? Before I had even finished the thought, a familiar set of words flashed in the darkness.

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Sunlight filtered through the sparse cloudcover and the songbirds chirped musically all around the jade palace. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. A delightful morning warmth filled my lungs and slowly I exhaled, releasing all of the negative energy that had been there a moment before.

I stared down at my body and breathed a sigh of relief that my round chest had flattened out beneath my red, black, and gold shirt. My legs were much shorter now, but my curves were much less feminine than they had been. And my blue hair and fur had changed. Instead, my body was covered in white and orange fur with black stripes.

But of course it was. I was Master Tigress of the Furious Five. I’d recognize myself anywhere. And I was going to the dojo to train this morning. Like I always did. I didn’t question the normalcy of this information. I just went with it. Nothing was strange about my routine. Why would it be?

I padded silently across the courtyard paved with smooth, flat stones and strode up the steps to the main doors without any problems. They opened and out stepped Crane wearing a look of disdain and annoyance written clearly on his beak.

“I wouldn’t waste my time,” he said as he strode past me on his long, slim legs. “Po’s trying to convince anybody who’ll listen to try his new kung-fu training dance moves or… something!” He waved his wings in the air and rolled his eyes skyward.

At the very mention of the big panda, my heart fluttered in my chest and I felt myself get a little light headed. If everyone was avoiding him now… I licked my lips in thought then forced my usual stoic expression back onto my face. I cleared my throat and pulled the doors open.

I was instantly assaulted with Po’s usual annoying, and adorable, voice grunting, laughing, and yelping. In the middle of the empty sparring mats, Po was flopping around in a good impression of-… No, he’d just fallen and was trying to get back up, I realized as I approached. Pity. I was almost about to be impressed.

“Whoa, this is so cool. Hey, Tigress!” he called excitedly when he saw me approaching the mat. “I was just tryina show Master Crane my new idea for some awesome Kung Fu training exercises!” He started to punch the air with both hands then spun around to kick his invisible foe. He stopped half way through the spin when he noticed I was slowly unfastening the clasps of my tight red shirt, however.

My heart was hammering in my chest. Somehow I knew we wouldn’t be disturbed. Everyone was avoiding the dojo, I remembered. No one wanted to be around Po when he got in these moods. Except me.

“What’re ya doin?” he asked, his eyes wide and his jaw slack.

I pulled open my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I’d wanted this for so long, but I had been too afraid to admit it and too hard core to act on it. But after recent events and meeting the rest of Po’s people, I knew I had to before some panda woman stole him away forever.

“Training,” I said simply as I unlaced my trousers and let them drop to the floor.

When he realized I was wearing only my tight chest wraps binding my modest breast and a small little wrap around my nethers, Po gasped and rushed forward to try and cover my body with his large hands.

“HEY!” he yelled, turning his head to the side. “You cant do that! It isn’t proper! Not cool! Not appropriate! What if someone sees? What if Shifu comes in and-…” I had stepped forward and pressed my body against his waving hands, stilling their movements.

One hand was pressted against the soft belly fur just above my groin while the other was planted firmly over my bound breast. His hands nearly covered my entire chest. He was so big. Then tent I saw forming in his trunks suggested all of him was so.

He yelped and pulled his hands away, dancing about as if he’d just grabbed a hot pot. He shouted unintelligibly, but I was sure I caught a stammered apology in there somewhere. I reached up and unwrapped my chest, exposing the modest curves to him. A moment later, I was stepping out of the fabric of my undergarments pooled at my feet.

“Po,” I said.

He ignored me, still trying to cope with having touched my breast. I thought I heard an apology in his stammering somewhere, and something about staying in character. Whatever that meant.

“Po,” I tried again.

“IwastryinacoveryoucasueIwasafraidsomeonemightseeyouandWHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Again he froze in mid movement, oddly contorted with both hands held away from himself. His eyes were wide, his jaw hanging open, and his trunks tented in a way I was sure could not be even remotely comfortable for him.

“Po,” I said again, standing naked before him. My heart fluttered and my body quivered eagerly as it was about to get what it had wanted for so long. Too many heats spent in isolation. Now, I thought as I felt myself moisten in anticipation, I would finally have it sated. “Are you going to spar with me or not?”

He was still, his eyes as wide as saucers. He didn’t say a word or make a sound. I just smirked and stepped forward. “Maybe not,” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of him. “It looks like you are in no condition to spar right now.”

I hooked my fingers in his trunks and drew them down his thighs slowly. His arousal sprang outward, nearly slapping me in the face. I grimaced and narrowly dodged the appendage as it sprang to attention. Mmm, it was so big! He did not disappoint me. “Why don’t we see what we can do about this instead?” I asked as I curled my digits around his base. I couldn’t even touch my fingertips together!

As my hand stroked upward toward his tip, he set both feet on the ground and curled his hands into fists. He gave a deep, drawn out moan and I smirked. “What’s the matter? Cat got your dick?” He just stared down at me in shock as I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his length.

I felt him leap in my hand and the first bit of pre-cum dribbled down over his hot flesh. I massaged the drop into his flesh then opened my mouth. Slowly, I closed my lips over the head of his dick and swirled my rough tongue about his spongy flesh.

He gave a low, drawn out moan and I felt his hands rest atop my head, gently curling around the bases of my round ears. “Oooooooh Tigress!”

I smiled inwardly. I loved hearing my name on his lips, and said like that… my pussy quivered and I drove onward. Relaxing my body slowly, I pushed my head forward and gently drew him into my throat. He barely fit and stretched my gullet uncomfortably outward, but the sounds he was making made me want to swallow all of him. So I did.

When I felt my nose press against the bottom of his rotund belly, I lifted my golden eyes upward and stared up at him. My tongue was pressed tightly against the bottom of my mouth and my throat could barely compress or swallow with his girth lodged inside. I felt a rush of heat flow into my throat as another large dollup of pre- flowed out of his length.

But it was getting hard to breathe, so I carefully extracted him and gasped for air when he left my mouth.

“Tigress,” he asked through another little moan. “What are you-…”

I silenced him with a finger pressed gently against his lips. I smiled and licked my lips slowly. “Po, do you know what time of the year it is?”

“Um… Spring?” he asked with a nervous smile while his fingers circled one another in the air.

Well, he wasn’t wrong. I nodded and gave him a quick shove with both of my strong palms. He yelped as he fell backward and made a futile attempt to catch himself. As he landed heavily, I pounced. As I stared down into his eyes from where I rested on his soft belly, I grinned. He was nervous, but I couldn’t mistake the desire written plainly there. “It’s my heat cycle,” I whispered in as sultry a voice as I could muster. “Do you know what that means?” I asked as I reached back and curled my fingers around as much of his length as I could.

“I know that’s when you usually take your pilgrimages to Serenity’s Embrace for-YAAA, WHOA! That feels so real!”

I had guided his tip against my dripping hot nethers and had begun to slowly take him into myself. I gasped, moaning deeply as more and more of him disappeared into my virgin body. After only his tip sank into me, I felt him touch my maidenhead. But I didn’t stop. I was too hardcore to stop or show any kind of discomfort. I felt myself tear inside, but I kept sinking lower and lower. The worst came when I felt him seat firmly against the entrance of my womb. I gave a slight moan and looked down only to find only half of his impressive panda cock had found its way inside.

“Tigress, I-…” I silenced him with a finger again. A moment later, I replaced my finger at his lips with my muzzle. I kissed him deeply as I let my weight fall.

Both of us cried out loudly as he speared deep into my belly. Unwilling to let myself think about how much it hurt, I lifted my hips and slammed them back down again, riding him like my life depended on it.

While Po writhed beneath me making strange, unintelligible and oft times goofy sounds, his hands roamed my slim body. I moaned and grabbed his hands with my own, guiding them to my chest. He couldn’t cup the faint swells of my breast, though. Not with how large his hands were. Still, he seemed to get the idea. If felt his palms and the heels of his hands press against my chest and my nipples grew firm beneath his touch. He curled his hands around my chest and guided my body up and down. Hell, he was practically using me as his own cocksleeve at this point. But I didn’t care. I was in heaven!

“Fuck me, Po!” I urged as he bounced me on his length. “Fuck me hard!” I clutched at his thick arms for dear life as he did exactly that, bouncing me a bit quicker and slamming me against his hips a little harder as if he could coax another inch or two into my body.

“Gonna cum!” I heard him exclaim as he bucked his hips up to meet my own. “Gonna put a cub in you!”

So he did understand what a heat cycle was. Good. I grinned and arched my back. Just the idea of him making good on his promise sent me over the edge. I felt my body squeeze his cock like a vice as fire and electricity rushed through my body. My belly and my chest burned, my arms and my legs tingled, and my toes curled. I mewled loudly as I felt him pull me tightly against himself, still at last.

Deep inside, I felt him give one more swell and his heat rushed into my belly. “SKADOOSH!” he yelled as he came with me.

There was so much of it! His balls must have been just as impressive in size as the rest of him! I felt the heat of his cum push outward against my flat belly and a look downward confirmed that.

I watched my tummy swell impossibly big with his seed as he came and came and came.

Like all good things, this eventually came to an end and I collapsed forward. It was a little uncomfortable, our bellies pressed together like they were, but I didn’t care. I purred deeply and nuzzled into his belly and chest. His hands gently caressed my back and my sides, petting my soft fur smooth along my form.

“I put a cub in your belly,” he said breathlessly as his hands finally came to rest on the sides of my hot, cum-swollen middle. He gave a panting laugh and shook his head. “I always wanted to say Skadoosh when I came…”

“Yes,” I whispered as I sat up and set my hands on the soft white fur covering my tummy. “You put a cub in my belly.” Somehow I knew that was true even still impaled on his dick. That last comment, well I chose to ignore it. Po was always so immature and, well, random.

“I love you Tigress,” he whispered breathlessly.

“I love you, Po.” But the world had already faded away. I was left in blackness and a reminder of what I had just experienced slowly sank in. Oh yes. This was the EROS VR set. I was experimenting before they came and took it away. I felt the feeling return to my limbs and I lifted my hand slowly to rest my palm against the swell of my belly. I felt it shift slowly beneath my palm and push outward against the tight suit and my hand.

Words slowly appeared I the air in front of my eyes, as I knew they should. My tail flicked, slowly wrapping around my gravid belly as my heart leapt in excitement.

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As I felt another little kick against my belly, I pondered inwardly. What next then? I wanted, no needed to feel another throbbing dick spread my pussy wide again. Whatever changes took place, however this machine changed me again, it didn’t matter. They were going to come fix it tomorrow anyway.

Before I could formulate another thought, words flashed in front of me, blinking in the darkness that had enveloped me.

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