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	This is a story for Celeste's Virtual Reality Contest.  It invloves sex
between a man and holographic light.  This story is mine but feel free to
archive, print or share as long as you don't make any money from it.  All
comments are welcome by e-mail.  

Get R.E.A.L.
By Shon Richards
	
	William was excited about the new software he was adding to his personal
Practical-Reality room.  He was easy pickings for the salesman who told him
about the latest in "Reality Enhancement Actualizer L-drives" or REAL for
short.  Apparently the REAL was capable of creating more realistic
personalities in VR characters.  Instead of characters who had a limited choice
of verbal and action responses, the REAL made sure that every character was
unique and realistic.  It did this by analyzing the primary functions of the
character in the storyline and extrapolating details from the database
information.  A normal VR unit already did a small amount of extrapolation, but
the REAL was guaranteed to have a unique personality for each person. 

	The salesman tried to point out the other features of the REAL to William, but
William ignored him, and insisted on buying it right away.  William had one use
for the REAL and it didn't have anything to do with more realistic scenery. 
Like eighty percent of the Practical-Reality's owners, William used his almost
solely for sex fantasies.  He had started to notice how all of his virtual
romantic receptacles were starting to act alike.  It was beginning to slow his
passion when he had realized that Mona Lisa and Cheerleader Cindy would make
the same noises in bed.  Hopefully, the REAL would add excitement back to his
masturbation again.

	His upgrade installed, William brushed his hair and put on a shirt that didn't
have any stains on it.  Ready for love, he decided on which fantasy he wanted
to experience the enhanced effects of first.  It was an easy decision, he
requested Salina Bluetit, Warrior Elf, from his Practical-Reality database.

	The room shimmered and he saw himself in the Red Castle of Terror.  The walls
were blood soaked, but the couch in the middle of the room looked surprisingly
soft.  This was the treasure vault, and William The Mighty had managed to
slaughter his way through hordes of Terror Demons to make it here.  He looked
around at all the open chests of gold and gems, the brilliance of the wealth
washing over him.

	On cue, Salina Bluetit entered.  Her delicate elfin body clad in a chain-mail
bikini.  Salina ran a small hand through her waist length golden hair and
William once again sighed at the sheer beauty of her face.  The sigh turned to
horror as he watched Salina swing her sword in a single motion through her own
hair.  She chopped her gold curls to the nape of her neck, letting all that
wonderful hair fall to the floor.

	"William, why haven't I done that before?  How in the realm was I going to
survive carrying all that hair around?" Salina asked all of this as she
approached William.  William decided that even with short hair, he couldn't
wait to plunder Salina.

	"Don't worry about Salina," William answered, "you're still the most beautiful
Warrior Elf I have ever seen."

	Salina blushed in response to his compliment.  William noted that her skin
turned red around the face and shoulders.  The program had never been this
realistic before, usually a compliment only prompted the next phase of
dialogue.  His cock surged within his pants as he wondered what other
enhancements were to come.

	"Salina, I have done as I have sworn.  I have defeated the dark forces of the
Castle of Terror.  I have saved your village from the Terror Demons.  I am
ready to collect my reward as our agreement.  Is there something wrong?  You
don't seem to be listening."

	"I'm sorry Mighty William, but for some reason, my armor is chafing the Hades
out of me!" 

	Salina quickly disrobed from her chainmail bikini, tossing the minute scrap of
armor to the floor.  She stood before William as naked as the day she was born.
 Her small delicate breasts with their blue nipples were a bright shade of red.
 Her crotch with the lovely patch of blue hair was also red and William swore
that she was actually bleeding in places.  The sight of the blood made him a
little squeamish and he fell to the comfort of the couch.

	Salina watched him as he looked away.  She approached him and drew her sword
again.  William's eyes bulged as she placed the sword to his chest.  Despite
the sharp point on his chest, he couldn't help letting his face betray his
squeamishness at her cuts and abrasions.

	"I don't think you are William at all Demon!"  Salina said.  "The mighty hero
William wouldn't be disturbed by something as small as blood, and he certainly
wouldn't fear my sword.  It was at the last full moon that he defeated me in
single combat, thus insuring that he was worthy of my maidenhood.  Draw your
sword and defend yourself, we shall see if you are my William or not."

	William stood and drew his sword.  This was not in the script, but he wasn't
worried.  He had the combat difficulty set at the lowest, this shouldn't take
long.  He made a dramatic lunge, and watched as Salina's sword buried itself in
his chest to the hilt.  His body flashed red to indicate that his character was
now dead.

	Shocked, he just stood there as Salina walked off in search of her love. 
After listening to her calling out to her hero a few times, William ended the
program in disgust.  He obviously had a lot of rewriting to do before he could
play that scenario again.  Who would have thought that chainmail would chafe?

	He decided to try something more straight forward.  He selected "Prom Night",
a special fantasy he had created with his high school yearbook.  At least now
there wouldn't be any combat or blood involved.

	Tina was waiting for him.  Her red prom dress displaying the generous cleavage
just as he had remembered it.  Of course, he never got within ten feet of her
at his high school prom, but he had memorized every detail.  He had carefully
reproduced her long red hair, her sparkling green eyes and, of course, her very
mature breasts.  For his own amusement, he gave Tina a powerful sex drive and a
complete dedication to him.

	Already he noticed improvements.  Her hair moved how and it carried a smell he
had never noticed before.  Her chest now had small freckles that he realized he
had forgotten when he had written her.  The best part were her eyes, Tina
appeared to be looking at him with total desire. 

	"Hello Tina, I'm glad you decided to come with me to the prom," William said
to his date.  He took her hand with the confidence he had never had in high
school.  He led the most beautiful girl at the prom to the dance floor and
basked in the envious stares of the others dancers.

	"Oh William, there isn't anyone I would rather be with tonight."  She replied.
 William marveled at how young and tender her voice now sounded.

	William kept the scripted dialogue going with "I wasn't sure you would go out
with me, you always seem to be hanging on Barry's arm."

	Tina's sparkling eyes dimmed slightly.  "I realized that Barry was cheating on
me, so I dumped him.  It was after I dumped him that I noticed how you always
seem to be around when I needed you.  Remember how you let me copy your exam in
History?  Or that time you wrote my term paper and all I did was flirt with you
a little bit?  Oh William, I'm so sorry I treated you so badly!"

	Tina buried her head in William's shoulder and started sobbing.  Their dance
steps faltered and people looked at them wondering what was going on.  William
was excited by feeling Tina pressing against him but he was completely
uncomfortable around a crying woman.  He was more worried about how this crying
wasn't in the script.  He patted her on the back in what he thought was a
comforting manner.

	"William, would you hate me if I didn't feel like dancing anymore?"

	Confusion made William pause before answering.

 	"I could never hate you Tina, what would you like to do?" he asked.

	"I want to go with you back to your car and thank you for being my true
friend."  She whispered into his ear. 

	Her warm breath on his ear was something he hadn't felt before and he liked
it.  His imaginary Cadillac with the extra long back-seat waited for him, and
William couldn't believe his excitement in fucking his high school crush.  He
had run this program at least once a week for seven years, but this time felt
like the first time.  William almost giggled as he thought about what the REAL
would do with the lollipop skills that he had programmed her with.  He just
hoped that the REAL wouldn't make her bra any harder to open than it already
was.

	They left the prom and almost ran through the parking lot.  His heart was
racing as he watched Tina almost fall out of her prom dress.  He was unlocking
the car door, when he heard someone behind him.  Looking, he was horrified to
see a very pissed off older man.  He quickly checked his memory for who the
hell this was in his program, but couldn't think of anyone.  Tina told him soon
enough though.

	"Dad!  What are you doing here?" she asked.

	"Tina, I've raised you long enough to know when you are planning to do
something big," her father answered.  "All you've talked about all week long is
William here.  Just look at him Tina!  He isn't tall, or handsome.  I know his
father so I know he isn't rich.  I figured the only reason you talked about him
so much is because he has you on drugs."

	William was paralyzed.  Despite the fact that he was twenty-five, Tina's
father had the presence of an adult.  It was strange how the REAL gave her
father a seven foot tall presence.  It seemed appropriate that the father
figure would have the manner of a drill sergeant.  William was thinking of
something to soothe the man when Tina responded like she had been programmed
and enhanced to do.

	"Dad, I LOVE William and I want him to be my first!  We're going to make love
tonight and there isn't anything you can do about it!"

	William managed to stop the program just as Tina's father had slammed
William's head through the Cadillac windshield.  He didn't feel any pain, but
it certainly was weird to see glass shatter at such close proximity.  It made
him feel good to hear Tina yelling for her father not to kill, him but he would
much rather have fucked her.

	William sat in the empty Practical-Reality.  He tried to think about his
problems and knew what it was.  His fantasies were unrealistic.  Worse, he had
no idea what to correct or add to his programs till it was too late.  It was
only after Tina's father was beating the crap out of him that he thought to
make Tina an orphan.  Trial and error becomes painful when you just want to get
your rocks off.

	He stood up and asked the for a menu of his fantasies from the
Practical-Reality.  His erection had disappeared when he hit the windshield but
it soon returned.  Reading titles like "Horny Neighbor", "African Lesbian
Tribe" and "Bored Wives Club" soon inspired him to try again.

	He settled on "Dominatrix Cop".  There shouldn't be any fighting, because his
character was already arrested.  There shouldn't be any outside interference
because he specifically requested that the nearby forest be deserted.  William
became excited as he wondered what new delights his dominating police woman
would make him perform.

	He put his hands behind his back and started the program.  The cold handcuffs
appeared around his wrists and the forest appeared.  New smells washed over him
as the forest became alive for the first time since he had written this
program.  The smell of the trees and the sounds of unknown animals gave William
a new sense of realism.

	A push behind him made him turn around and look.  There she was, Officer
Diana, in all her mirrorshaded glory.  Her cold lips frowned at him as she
tapped her billyclub in her hand.  He had programmed her uniform but saw that
the REAL had vastly improved on it.  Her clothes clung to her classic 38-24-36
body like spraypaint.  Her badge shined in the early morning light as brightly
as her polished shoes.  He couldn't wait for her to take off her hat so he
could see the improvements to her dark hair.

	"Stop here and turn around so I don't have to look at you," Diana commanded. 

	He stood in next to a tree as Diana ripped his pants and underwear off from
behind.  William congratulated himself for picking the right program as Diana
fondled his erect cock from out of his line of sight.  He closed his eyes and
enjoyed the sensations of her hand playing over his cock and balls.  Her touch
was warm and possessing a dexterity that his old Practical-Reality program
could never have accomplished.  He enjoyed himself so much that he didn't mind
that he couldn't see her yet.

	Diana slammed his head into a tree from behind.  He was shocked at first, but
Diana placed her knee between his legs while she kept stroking him.  Her knee
moved back and forth in rhythm to her hand and it felt very erotic.  She
pressed tighter against his back and he was aware of the billyclub touching his
leg.  More importantly, he felt her bare breasts crushed against his back.  He
wasn't sure when she had opened her shirt but he didn't care.  He preferred to
see each act of a strip, but after waiting so long, he was just happy to be
getting to the sex.

	A bite on his neck got his attention.  Her hands never stopped stroking so he
didn't complain when sharp teeth terrorized his neck.  He did have some
concerns about the knee bouncing under his scrotum though.  Luckily Diana's
hard nipples brushing his back distracted him from his ball bruising, and he
felt his cock swell with his approaching orgasm.  Despite the sadistic
overtones, he was finally going to cum!

	His enjoyment came to an end as the billyclub smashed into his knee, knocking
him into the dirty grass.  He tried to curl up and shield his quickly fading
erection.  Diana was screaming obscenities at him as she wailed away with her
club on William's poor body.  After the fifth strike to his crotch, he realized
he hadn't felt any pain and was only acting reflexively. 

	"What the fuck is this all about?" he demanded.

	"You think I pull people over for speeding and have them negotiate their
ticket in the woods for sex?"  Diana asked with a sneer.

	She ran a finger over one of her full breasts.  He noticed that they sagged
slightly with gravity.  William had never seen a pair of tits that actually had
to contend with gravity before.  He was staring at them so long that he almost
didn't hear what she had to say.

	"Look at me," Diana insisted.  "I could get sex anytime I want with these.  I
pull you losers into the woods when I need my pain fix.  Now shut up and take
it!"

	William ended the program.
	
	"Fuck it, this is too much work."  William said as he left the
Practical-Reality.  "At least my hand never needed an upgrade!"

The End


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