Author: Virtual Scott
Title: Virtually Reality
Summary: An unsuspecting coed is programmed by a borrowed VR game
Keywords: mc MF mdom

"It's the bomb," Ximena babbled excitedly, untangling the cables to the
headsets.

Shelly wasn't so sure she agreed. Her life was connected enough, without
spending extra time playing with weird electronics. The evening could have
been spent on a date, or studying, or just relaxing. Instead, she'd spent
it listening about Ximena's new obsession, and now it was turning into
some lame geekfest.

"Aren't these 3-D glasses like they used to use with old TVs?" Shelly
asked, watching her friend tease out the cords and plug them into the
surprisingly large box.

"Do you see a television?" the brunette replied, looking up and tossing
her hair out of her eyes. "And maybe they are; Mick didn't say, but it
isn't like he just bought them on Amazon."

Out of a dumpster seemed more likely, Shelly thought, but she kept the
notion to herself. It was good to see Ximena feeling upbeat again, even if
it meant putting up with... this. "Tell me again what the point of this
is?"

"It's *virtual reality*," Ximena repeated, as if that explained
everything. "Do you live under a rock?" She shook herself and handed one
of the headsets to her friend. "Look, just work with me, okay? It's easier
to see it than explain."

Shelly looked at the chunky glasses, which actually looked more like a
cross between night-vision goggles and first-generation 3-D glasses. They
probably were going to give her a raging headache. "Do I wear these over
my glasses?" she asked, giving in.

"No," Ximena said. "The focus will adjust by itself." She pushed a button
on the box, which began emitting a low hum, and put on her headset. "Just
put them on and try to relax."

Rolling her eyes, now that her friend couldn't see her expression, Shelly
set her prescription eyeglasses on the corner of Ximena's desk. She
squirmed slightly, adjusting the pillow behind her back, and tucked an
errant lock of auburn hair behind one ear. Seeing no further way to avoid
it, Shelley settled the headset in place.



"There's nothing but static!" she complained after a long minute. "I don't
think it's working."

"Just wait!" Ximena's voice sounded. "It takes a little time to calibrate
or whatever."

"This is lame," Shelly retorted, but she kept with it, blinking
periodically and feeling her eyes strain to make sense of what was in
front of her.

Finally the speckled static seemed to resolve into sharper pixels, which
then began subdividing themselves into a grey haze. Shelly was about to
complain again when she realized the haze was fading like time-lapse video
of a morning fog burning off.

Instead of a landscape, Shelly saw a cartoonish room, bereft of detail.
Purple walls, tan floor, white ceiling. A few featureless brown boxes
stood in for furniture, including the bed she sat on. Her first thought
was that it made "South Park" look photorealistic.

"Oh, come on!" the redhead complained, looking at the figure sitting
beside her. Ximena's avatar looked more impressive than the room, which
wasn't saying much -- her friend looked like a refugee from some ancient
pre-2000 video game.

It wasn't just the cartoonish effect, either; Ximena was wearing some
ridiculous harem-type costume. As Shelly stared, her headset almost
imperceptibly filled in additional detail, sharpening the figure until it
was clear the outfit was more about leather and chains than gauze. It
certainly didn't look anything like the low-rise sweats the brunette was
wearing in the real world.

"Isn't it kewl?" Ximena asked. The figure's mouth wasn't quite in
synchronization with the voice in Shelly's ears as she watched the avatar
jerkily stand and display itself more clearly.

"Cool?" Shelly repeated, far less enthusiastically. "Why do women always
end up looking like sluts? Don't programmers like looking at people with
normal clothes?"

Ximena laughed. "It's not the real world, Shelly. Live a little! It didn't
cost me anything, and it's not like anybody else will see this. Besides,
you should talk!"

Shelly looked down at herself and realized she was naked! The body had all
the featureless curves of a doll, but it was still embarrassing! The coed
clapped her hands over herself, feeling a little disoriented by the feel
of fabric under her hands and the visual impact of her "hands" stopping
not quite on her "body." "Jesus, Ximena! How do I fix this?"

"Don't freak out," her friend reassured her. "Just imagine what you want.
It's a little rough, at first, until you get the hang of it."

The redhead concentrated on the sweatshirt and shorts she knew she was
wearing. After a long moment, the pale skin beneath her fingers turned to
grey fabric. Shelly sighed and dropped her hands. "How do I look?"

"Unimaginative," Ximena replied. "See for yourself," she said, pointing.

Shelly noticed the walls had gained a little definition, and the darker
oblong of the door had grown the full-length mirror she was accustomed to
seeing on it. She stood unsteadily, still disoriented by the perceptible
lag between her movements and the computer-generated scene, and took a few
steps so she could see her reflection.

She just about tore off the headset in disgust. "Ximena! This is *not*
what I look like!" Okay, the figure in the mirror did look vaguely
Shelly-like, if her parents had raised her to be a slut. She stared into
the mirror, gritting her teeth, until the inseams on the shorts lengthened
a few inches and the sweatshirt swelled to the point where her nipples
weren't pressing against it. Her avatar hadn't even *had* nipples a second
ago, for God's sake!

It *was* kind of intriguing to watch the image shift, like molten wax, as
her too-long untamed mane pulled itself back into a neat ponytail and
retracted to its proper length. The frankly offensive acrylic stripper
sandals melted away until they resembled her usual flip-flops. "Who
programmed this thing, anyway? Mick? What a waste."

"Who cares?" Ximena asked. "We decide what we want to have happen, not
somebody else!" She stood up and walked over to join Shelly; the visual
acuity of the system had continued to improve, and the sway of the
brunette's earrings and the chunky pendant around her neck looked almost
natural.

Shelly pulled her eyes away from the expansive display of flesh around the
pendant. "It seems -- I don't know -- disappointing. I thought maybe we
could fly, or walk on Mars, or something unusual." She gestured around
them. "We can sit around in the room anytime." It was looking, little by
little, more pedestrian all the time -- the boxy furniture was beginning
to gain resolution, and the walls were fading towards their usual boring
beige.

"That stuff is boring," Ximena retorted. "Who wants to walk around on red
dirt? There's nothing to see! I bet there's plenty of other things we
could try that you'd never do in real life!" She popped her scanty top,
revealing her boobs.

"Ximena!" yelped Shelly, feeling scandalized. A part of her watched the
discarded bra -- or whatever -- fade and disappear before it hit the
floor, but most of her attention was focused on *not* watching her friend
massage her firm tits. They were beautifully shaped perfect handfuls,
capped by perky pink nipples.

"See what I mean?" the brunette husked. "There's just the two of us -- no
danger of being seen, or caught. I'm *sure* there must be some things you
were scared of trying."

"I--" Shelly objected, and then Ximena kissed her. Up close, the
resolution was really good; Shelly watched her friend's long eyelashes
flutter and then open. A wicked look shone in Ximena's eyes before Shelly
could break free.

"God! It felt like you were really kissing me!" the redhead exclaimed,
feeling a little breathless. "You didn't really kiss me, did you?"

Ximena laughed; Shelly couldn't help watching the way her tits jiggled.
"No, it's an optical illusion!"

"Optical illusion?" Her friend's lips had felt so soft...

"Whatever," Ximena said, waving off the objection. "You know what I mean.
Your eyes see me kiss you, and your mind just sort of fills in the blanks.
Do you want to do it again?"

"No," Shelly said shortly. She noticed her clothing had shrunk again and
frowned at her reflection until the shorts loosened. The top remained
skin-tight, but at least the sleeves flowed back down her upper arms. The
brunette smiled to herself as she stepped out of the high heels and
watched them fade away. The carpet looked extremely vivid now, and she
almost thought she could feel the nubs against her feet.

"Nothing personal, Ximena, but I'm just not into girls." If she *had* been
inclined that way, her friend would have been worth a second look.
Ximena's body was toned and sleek, and she had all the right curves in all
the right places. The little leather-and-chain bikini bottom she was
wearing didn't conceal anything, and the VR system seemed to be
downplaying her imperfections and accentuating her positives.

"Well, how about boys?" Ximena asked with a sultry smile.

"*Absolutely not!*" Shelly snapped. "If you even think about bringing a
boy in here to see me like this, I'm finished!" She reached up to where
the headset should be, highlighting the threat.

"Calm down, Shelly!" pleaded Ximena. "I wouldn't do that; you know it! I'm
no slut, either." She giggled. "Well, only in secret." She pointed to the
blob that represented the VR system. "There's only two jacks -- nobody
else real can join us or see anything."

Shelly dropped her hands. "Okay, but -- Goddamnit!" Her top had shrunk
again and was so tight it was almost painful. She glared at the mirror,
but the material remained stubbornly unchanging.

"You should just get rid of it," Ximena suggested. "I had such a hard time
keeping mine from changing until I had more practice."

It obviously was still a problem; her friend's pendant had morphed into a
studded leather collar. "How?" Shelly gasped. "I'll never get it over my
head."

"You cheat," Ximena said, holding out a hand. A moment later, a pair of
scissors materialized in it, and she quickly slit the sides of the
redhead's top. The scissors faded from view as quickly as the falling
scraps of fabric.

"Not my sweatshirt," Shelly moaned, and then caught herself as Ximena
smirked. "I know; it wasn't real clothing. I'm just still getting used to
this, okay?" Only the thought that it was all fake and the real sweatshirt
was still in place kept her from cringing under the brunette's approving
glance.

"I think this thing was programmed by perverts," Shelly said, trying to
cover her embarrassment. The revealed breasts looked like hers, but her
nipples *never* stuck out that way unless she was massively aroused. She
gave up on the shorts, which had shrunk until they fitted more like
underwear. The redhead twitched, trying to adjust her real shorts, which
had ridden up and were trapping sweat between her legs.

"Check this out!" teased Ximena, distracting Shelly from thoughts of her
body. The door opened in front of them and Mick was standing there.

Shelly jumped and nearly screamed. The display field had become was so
realistic she had to work to remember it was all just computerized
make-believe. On second glance, the figure didn't look exactly like Mick,
and it moved woodenly and expressionlessly into the room before the door
closed behind it.

"Mick?" Shelly asked, arching an eyebrow as she turned to Ximena. "You
couldn't think of anybody else?" Her brow rose higher as she realized the
brunette was rubbing her bikini bottom. "Ximena, you slut!"

Her friend smiled sheepishly, but didn't stop stroking herself. "Well, he
did loan me the equipment. Besides, I made a few improvements."

That was what had thrown Shelly off. The figure in front of them was like
an idealized version of Mick -- a little taller, more muscular, minus the
overbite and with better hair. Then he -- or it -- jerkily pushed down the
trunks and revealed an absolutely splendid erection. If Mick -- or anybody
else -- actually had possessed a tool like that, Shelly would have heard
about it through the school grapevine.

Ximena winked sideways at Shelly and gracefully sank to her knees.

"Oh, *please!*" Shelly rolled her eyes. "Have a little self-respect,
Ximena. You could do anything you wanted to, and you want to suck it? Why
not just fantasize about visiting the dentist?"

"I *like* giving blowjobs," Ximena said, looking a bit hurt. "You can do
what you like with your own cock, okay?" She turned her attention back to
the virtual quasi-Mick and sucked his organ between her lips and then let
it pop out again, bobbing in front of her. "I bet I can get off faster
than you can."

Shelly realized a second male form had materialized inside the door while
Ximena had distracted her. It stood there, naked and unmoving, as
ill-defined as she'd been initially. "This is dumb," she weakly protested,
but the brunette wasn't paying attention to her. Besides, she was a little
intrigued by the possibilities.

Brad Pitt? Paul Rudd? Bradley Cooper? Maybe with a little Usher thrown in?
The shape rippled, fuzzing out and then sharpening as Shelley quickly
riffed through all of her fantasies and blended them into one perfect
piece of fuckmeat.

The result wasn't what she'd expected. He was breathtakingly handsome, a
primal male with a tool so large Shelly knew it could fill up every nook
and cranny of her. But instead of reminding her of any of those
celebrities, the guy looked like... It took a moment of mental groping,
but then Shelly placed the face. It reminded her of Mick's doofus friend,
Billy Ray. Why did Ximena have to screw up her subconscious by bringing
Mick into this?

Shelly strained, trying to remold the face to something else, but it
remained stubbornly fixed. It was so handsome; if only it didn't have such
an unfortunate association! Then he smiled, and she felt herself get all
wet. Fuck it, Shelly decided -- the real Billy Ray wasn't ever going to
know about it, and she wanted that cock.

She shimmied her little shorts down her legs and watched the shaft in
front of her swell even larger. The resolution had improved to the point
that the large drop of precum glistening at its tip was readily visible
and nearly photorealistic. Probably it wasn't really that good, but in the
real world, Shelly was used to things looking a little fuzzy; she'd never
wear her glasses in bed with a guy.

What come-on line did a girl use with a simulacrum, anyway? Shelly looked
over at Ximena, who was getting her face fucked with a vengeance and still
hadn't said a word. Well, it wasn't like she'd ever had to seduce her
vibrator.

Shelly lay back on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself. She
smiled dreamily, imagining how her fantasy lover would carefully tongue
her, licking the moisture from her labia and heating her even more, making
her body ready for that huge dick. Then he'd--

Again the redhead lost her tenuous control over the simulation. The man
simply threw himself on top of her and buried himself to the root in her
tight pussy. Shelly gasped, unprepared for the totality and realism of the
sensation. It was almost painful, but the feeling of getting plowed like
some cheap slut by this amazing stud was totally arousing.

He kissed Shelly hard, muffling her screams of ecstasy. She'd always
fantasized about slow, romantic kisses as part of foreplay, but obviously
her subconscious knew better -- all Shelly knew was that she wanted more
of the tongue that forced itself roughly between her parted lips, taking
her mouth the same way the cock between her legs thrust repeatedly into
her womb.

For once, Shelly didn't have to worry about acting demure or impressing
the guy or anything except herself. It was a good thing, too, because the
phantom erection pistoning in and out of her was driving her absolutely
out of her mind. She bucked furiously, trying to drive it further into her
slick channel and mauled her tits with both hands, stimulating herself
even more.

The redhead was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, and even
the somewhat-creepy specter of the studly not-quite-Billy Ray leering down
at her couldn't quench her need. The image had gotten a little fuzzy
again, but it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Hell, if the
real Billy Ray had sported a shaft like the one that was fucking her
senseless, Shelly might even have done *him*.

God, she *must* be a slut to even think that! Shelly gasped and crested,
just as the cock inside her swelled and settled into the rhythmic
contractions that jetted spurt after spurt of hot cum into her honeypot.
The good thing about virtual sex was that she didn't need protection, so
she just concentrated on how great it all felt. Who'd want a vibrator
after doing *this?*

Shelly belated remembered Ximena's challenge. Feeling totally satiated,
she lazily rolled her head to the side to check on her friend.

The brunette must have cum too, because she was looking relaxed. Ximena
still knelt on the floor, totally naked except for the VR goggles on her
head, while she sucked on Mick's cock and slowly fingered herself. His
scum coated her breasts and face.

"You love sucking my cock," Mick said, grinning lustily at Ximena. "In
fact, doing anything I tell you to makes you really hot. You know you're
my slave."

Ximena nodded eagerly, her moan muffled by the wet flesh sliding in and
out of her mouth.

"Now, who's the next hottest girl you know?"

Something about the scene didn't seem quite right to Shelly, but it was
hard to blame Ximena for wanting to please a stud like Mick. Besides, the
implication she was the sexiest of Ximena's friends was rather flattering.

"Do *you* think I'm sexy?" Shelly asked Billy Ray; his erection suggested
he did. It was funny how she'd never looked at him twice -- never even
wanted to -- but maybe it just took nudity to appreciate what a total hunk
he was. The redhead felt herself lubricating again just thinking about it.

"Oh yeah," Billy Ray leered appreciatively. "Here; you'll look even sexier
wearing these." He picked up the headset from where it had fallen on the
bed and placed it back over her eyes.

Shelly wanted to complain it was lame, but kept her silence. Everything
looked the same with them on as it had a moment ago without the goggles;
maybe she'd broken them while they were fucking. Well, the important thing
was that Billy Ray liked them.

"Yeah, you're my fuckin' slut," Billy Ray told her. "You're gonna shave
yourself for me, every morning. When you do it, you'll think about how
good my cock feels stretching out your fuck hole."

The redhead writhed on the bed, wishing he'd stop talking and just nail
her again. Preferably more than once.

Billy Ray was stroking his cock, a total waste of prime manmeat. "You
totally get off on going lezzie on other girls and seducing them for me
and Mick. You'd love to suck my jizz out of some other slut, wouldn't you?"

"Don't get carried away," Mick's voice sounded from the other side of the
room, but he might as well have been on the moon. "Stick with the plan."

"Whatever," Billy Ray shrugged. The masculine sensuality of the movement
nearly made Shelly cream herself. "Um. Who's the sexiest person you know?"

"You," Shelly husked, absolutely meaning it. She grabbed Billy Ray and
then pulled him into her, locking her legs around him so he couldn't
escape.

He laughed and thrust hard in her sloppy channel, making the redhead
orgasm. Happily, he didn't stop. "Oh yeah," Billy Ray sighed, apparently
in agreement. "But who's the sexiest girl?"

Shelly thought about it. Wasn't she enough for Billy Ray? The redhead
wasn't sure she wanted to share his cock, now that she'd found it. But...
It would be pretty hot to eat out some girl after Billy Ray had done her,
wouldn't it?

No, it would be *really* hot. Shelly moaned, tasting it already. A major
stud like Billy Ray could handle two of them without breaking a sweat.
Especially if Mick was there to give him a breather.

"Kate. Kate Flanders," she moaned. The blonde was a white-hot knockout who
dressed to titillate and trailed rumor and innuendo behind her everywhere
she went.

"Fuck, yeah!" Billy Ray agreed, banging Shelly with increased vigor and
squeezing her tits in his hands. "But could you get her to visit you and
try out the virtual reality box?"

Shelly thought of the time Kate had flashed her in the locker room. At the
time, the bared sex and heavy-lidded stare that suggested the exposure
hadn't been accidental had left the redhead freaked out. Now, it seemed
like an opportunity. "For you, Billy Ray? Absolutely!"

She wouldn't even need the stupid machine. Shelly was sure that once she
explained things to Kate, the blonde would be more than willing to screw
Billy Ray and let Shelly clean up afterwards. Why bother with virtual
games when reality was so much better?