29 Indifferent 05

Muzz lost her virginity that night in the Virtual World. Not that virginity was something to really care about, but to her, it was a milestone in life. The beginning of becoming her own person. Taking control over her Meta account was far more empowering than anything she had ever done. Released from the stuffy default restrictions, she felt like an adult.

The wolf was experienced with these encounters, he was smart enough to notice her inexperience and adjust accordingly. He became a sweetheart without belittling her, the dynamic between them had a mutual understanding that she couldn’t explain.

Hookup culture was a huge part of the Virtual World. There were absolutely creeps who thought they could do what they wanted and get away with it, but as long as people set their filters accordingly and never joined those player’s PrivatePlayer sessions, they were easy to ignore out of existence. Socially adept creatures like the steampunk wolf were active members in the hookup culture, known for their respectable traits of listening to others and finding common ground.

She woke up with a splitting headache. Maybe she overdid it with the experience enhancers during the rave. The wolf offered her some water, he must already know. What was his name? The night was a blur.

She rubbed her eyes, taking a look around. This place was a mess. Her mods were nearing the edge of the ridiculous. She wants to apologize for how wild it got, but the room whirred to life as he pulled a lever. Fitting the steampunk theme, little machines and mechanisms cleaned the room. They dutifully scrubbed away, not capable of judgment of what type of mess they were cleaning up after.

“Bells and whistles, huh?” She snarked, quite envious of the custom hotel room. This was a long-term resident, he either spends a lot of time or a lot of money in this endless convention.

“I was almost disappointed that you didn’t have actual bells and whistles, but wow, the alternative was just as impressive,” he smirked back.

“I certainly made you whistle,” her comment made him laugh with gusto. An adorable laugh for someone who looked so tough.

“Naughty girl,” he said, “girl, right?”

“What is gender, anyway. But I like that,” she appreciated the comment. The furry and LBGT community were tight knit, brought even closer with the convenience of the Virtual World. Muzzie had a feminine voice, with the gender neutral body type that furries often adopted. Hidden away was phallic genitalia that Fox was more accustomed to, but he wouldn’t mind trying out the yonic alternative. Carl could easily generate another avatar for his account that he could switch to. Fox was open to unique experiences that could broaden his understanding of what it means to exist in this new, Virtual World.