17 Indifferent 03

Fox watched the world load around him. He was connecting to the convention server, a massive network of vendors, artists, and attendees materialized before him. He was no longer simply Fox, but his fursona, Muzz.

Muzzie was a hybrid animal, but the species most resembled a fox. They were what the fandom denoted as a “sparkledog,” which wasn’t inherit to only canines, but covered all glittery and colorful animals, like the vulpine mutt that Muzzie was thrown together as.

The design was a bit radical, Fox sticking with such an early rendition of his childhood entrance into being a furry. On paper, it may look like a child scribbled with the 120 set of crayons. In person, at least in the Virtual World, it looked quite reminiscent of that as well, albeit with more glitter.

The glitter was a particle effect, so it would rain down and cover most things that the sparklefox interacted with. It would eventually dissolve into nothing, but Fox had a fun time coating many things in glitter just by giving a good shake, as if he was trying to dry his fur.

He was already receiving stares, just moments after entering the world. It wasn’t long before a crowd formed, and a few asked to take pictures with him. It was already so overwhelming, but he nodded in the surreal experience of MultiPlayer.

It was so much bigger than he could have imagined. In SinglePlayer, it is quite like a lucid dream, but the environment will only stretch as far as one’s imagination. It’s possible to ask the AI for more, and they will generate anything based on user preference. However, this convention before them lay impossibly specific characters and people, with conversations that Fox could never imagine. SinglePlayer felt like training wheels, and this is where Fox could truly appreciate the scope of the Virtual World. The most obvious change was because Fox had turned off parental restrictions, there were already sections of the convention that could make him blush beet red.

After a few pictures and a couple of hugs, Fox - nay - Muzz made her way over to the R34 section. There were no age barriers, as the 18+ rule was something from the United States. In this cross-cultural, global experience, the only rules were the ones in the game. This server’s rules were reminiscent of Real World conventions, but the bar was set far lower, as users could individually opt-in to stricter filters if they needed it.

They passed the blackout curtains and a slew of posters, body pillows, and generally kinky merchandise made Muzz’s breath hot and rapid. A passerby noticed her tail wagging, “first time in this section, or are you just a naughty dog?”

Muzz’s ear perked and her head swiveled to them. It was a rough looking wolf, like out of some steampunk fantasy with a cog-powered prosthetic arm. They were leaning on a railing, a coin tumbling between their claws. Muzz hesitated to talk, some furries liked to keep the ‘magic’ by not introducing a human voice to the character they inhabited. However, with the slew of mods making up this avatar, Muzz had a working maw, the tongue dexterous and the salivary glands operable.

“Both, I’d say,” She spoke, her voice sounding wonderfully effeminate. Gosh darn Carl, where do you get this cool shit?

The steampunk wolf took a second glance, noticing the realism in jaw movement, “Shiiiiiit, that’s an incredible fursuit. May I have a closer look?”

On Muzz’s nod, the foxcaller sauntered over, eyebrows raising as Muzz started to pant. She was partially wanting to show off, but more intimidated by the wolf as they approached, the height difference becoming increasingly obvious.

“I bet you got this fursuit chock full of bells and whistles, huh?” they said, their meandering gaze sending electricity over her body. Fox expected attention from the mods, but he had barely gotten anywhere in the convention.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Muzz began, her mouth speaking before her brain could have a chance to chim in. What was she saying? She butchered it; she was flustered.

The wolf kept their cool, amusement at her reaction was sickly sweet, “I’d love to find out, if you’d let me.”

The idea almost knocked her off her digitigrade paws. It was far too soon, she barely got to experience the convention. Besides, they were way too forward. Or was she the one being forward? Either way, it felt too rushed.

“If I see you later, we will talk,” She had to get out of here. She was being tugged along by her hormones and needed to calm down.

“I’ll remember that, doll. I’d love to see you again, maybe more privately,” The suave wolf tipped their hat at her, slinking through the crowd despite their tall stature. They were gone, just like that. Shit, that made it even harder of a decision. She almost wished they woulda been a creep, a red flag would have been so easy to dismiss.

Being completely surrounded in yiff did not help her calm down, nor her decision making. She made two or three impulse purchases, one of them commissioning an artist to do a caricature of her fursuit. Something to remember the convention by. The artist asked if they wanted to add on an additional lewd version, gesturing to a curtained off area. Oh, finally the time to shine. This was the R34 section anyway, so when in Rome…

She felt a bit nervous to reveal the red rocket in front of the artist. They were blocked off from the public eye, but it was still so new to her. With the recent encounter, it didn’t take much coaxing to come out of hiding. The artist saw what they had to work with and was quite impressed. Seeing her nerves, they suggested some positions that would accentuate the appendage.

After a bit, Muzz grew comfortable, the artist making fun banter as they over-exaggerated her features on the canvas. Well, if she didn’t mind bragging, she was already far more well-endowed than what was normally possible. Such are the endless possibilities of the Virtual World.