Trapped in the Simulation

"Mmmm..."

"Yeah, that's right, good boy," they crooned, almost speaking as one. "Your mommas are going to make you feel so much better."

I had to do it, had to trust them. They were so sweet to me, cuddling me as I fucked one in missionary, my face pressed between their tits. Every tiger was the same, their bodies letting me explore the reach and limits of them, tails curling around my body, tickling my large nuts. My balls ached and throbbed and I growled in the back of my throat, a tiger's hot pussy pressed to my lips, though my attention was mostly focused on the holes I was filling.

One after the other. A tiger momma moaned as she rode me, bouncing on my cock cowgirl-style, another cradling my head, letting me relax back. Was that where the relaxation of it was to come? She kissed me deeply, my tongue longer too, tangling together, moaning, lewdly slurping, wanting so much more.

Yet that more was to come too as I cried out, lust muffled, body aching through another orgasm. In there, time didn't seem to have any meaning, one moment skipping to the next, leaving me scrabbling, trying to work out how I got from one scene and moment to the next. It was like seeing my own life playing out on a screen before me, snapshots of the best bits, though I was present in every moment, my skin tingling, every throb and pulse of my cock demanding more.

I couldn't stop fucking them, filling hole after hole. When I tried to take a rest and a break in a pile of pillows, a tigress piled them up high for me, letting me be muffled between so many pairs of breasts too that I could not see.

Someone's mouth was around my cock, lapping and slurping, teasing, drool splattering over my crotch. Oh, hell, that felt too good...

"Drink up, baby, momma got plenty of milk for you."

And, so, he did, swallowing down their milk, their thick cream making me struggle to fit even a single fat nipple into my mouth. They were so big, so lustful, bodies wobbling around me, losing myself to them. It was not as if, anyway, that I'd ever want to be found there.

Others massaged my nuts, caressing my balls, adoring them with their long, dripping tongues. They were in control and yet I still felt worshipped, the most important one there, on the bottom but happily so. My body was theirs to do with as they willed and I submitted willingly. Who wouldn't have in the face of such kinky passion, after all? I wanted their caresses, their sloppy tongues swirling around, my body and fur damp, though not in an unpleasant way at all. I wanted to enjoy it and they helped me relieve tension from my muscles, drinking from nipple after nipple even while my cock was serviced by pussy after pussy after mouth after mouth.

Cowgirl. Missionary. Doggystyle. My hips slapped into a tiger's thick rump as I pounded her, her cries resounding, begging me to go harder.

"Yes, yes!" She moaned. "Fuck mommy, take me!"

That they were in charge was not in question, even as I relished in the moment, slamming in, pounding in, her flesh wobbling, the taste of milk in my mouth even as saliva spilt over.

"We'll take care of you," they murmured, stroking my head, feeding me more and more milk, flowing messily down my face. "Don't worry about anything, sweet boy... We've always got you, always."

I knew I was safe there, though whenever I tried to change position or draw out of a tiger, there was always another to ensure that I didn't have to go without. Drawing out after filling that tiger doggystyle, grunting thickly, I felt back, only to be pounced, rolled onto my side, another tigress facing me as my cock filled her.

"Ohhhh, yes!"

I cried out, ejaculating near-instantly, though that didn't seem right. I shouldn't have cum that quickly, but it was a simulation, after all, and they had said something about my stamina. Maybe that was part of it? Regardless of what I wanted or needed, there was always a lusty hole to fuck, a tight pussy squeezing around me, milking me of my cum as they milked their breasts over my muzzle, into my mouth.

Damn... Could anything have been hotter? They sandwiched my cock between their breasts, though they could not lap it while his dick was softly clad between them, so large were their tits. That didn't matter, however, not even as they took the liberty of sealing my shaft into their actual breasts, just the one, even while I tried to draw out of a spurting, drooling boobjob.

It took me a moment to realise what was happening, pleasure crashing over me, the air of sexuality in the soft, plush environment enough to drown me.

"Ah... What?"

I shuddered. Ohhhh, that was right but so very wrong, lost in the moment as I fucked the tiger's tit, rampantly, harder and faster. I couldn't stop, grunting and groaning, crying out again and again until orgasm overtook me.

My moans rose as she tit-fucked me, though not in the way that I had envisioned, even hotter, so kinkier, no one letting me go without as my balls were massaged, sucked on, so wet, oh so very much so... Damn, how I needed it, though the wet splatters of drool were something that made it all the better for me, French kissing any of the tigresses that allowed me to while their tits were not in my mouth too.

I might well have been the luckiest guy or goat alive, swamped in a sea of sex, licking my lips, moaning, whimpering, zipping from position to position, spooning a tiger, cramming into their throat, even pounding a tail hole when I thought that I might have needed a break. They showed me, through the simulation, that I was capable of so much more than I'd thought, building up and up to the point where my orgasm didn't seem to end.

Oh... Oh, that was it. That was what I'd been looking for, what I needed, moaning, whimpering, grunting, groaning. I greedily caressed their huge tits, their hips, their arses, all while my balls were sucked on, two tigresses at a time, at the very least, pleasing them. I found myself halfway up a huge pile of pillows fucking a tiger raw as my "mommy" cried out what a good job I was doing, soothing me, encouraging me softly to continue.

I didn't know how long I'd been in there for, but, even then, I didn't want to leave.

Not yet.

Not quite yet.

Please?

Part Three

Back outside the simulation...

"Right... Are we all clear?"

Only the scientists were left, the jaguar, the male fox and the horse, along with Andrea the vixen, of course, as the scientific lead. Her dark-tipped ears quivered. The simulation results so far were promising, even more so than the others. The coming days would tell whether he would surpass her wildest expectations of the little goat Wintergreen.

"What are you having for dinner?"

"Oooh, pork chop! My husband is getting it out of the freezer for me!"

It was all a normal day at work for them, chit-chatting, packing up for the day. Nearly four hours had passed and the simulation was going beautifully.

"Oh, hang on..."

The jaguar paused at the computer, tapping a few keys, bringing up his mental function.

"Can't have his brain recovering, even after the injection... Wintergreen is a strong one."

Andrea grinned.

"I know! Isn't it perfect?"

Indeed, it was, even if Wintergreen may not have agreed. The jaguar took charge, setting off the sequence that would damage his brain from within the simulation too, from the inside out, securing him in a state of sleep from which he would never wake up from. He would be technically alive still, though he'd signed away all his rights anyway in his contract. No one ever read those.

"We have room for more now."

The pod had sealed over Wintergreen, leaving him in a sort of half bubble placed upon the wall, though the pods that the others were in too could be adjusted and moved, making room for more. They only needed him and his body to be accessible while they were setting everything up. After that, everything would run smoothly, with no trouble at all. At least, that had always been the case before.

Six other goats in total had joined him, on the highest tier of the farming room, where they could all be observed. Though no one would want to, not as their seed was farmed and collected, packing up for the day, saying their goodbyes.

The snow leopard intern, however, was too hasty when she hustled on her way. The control panel for Wintergreen's pod, raised near the ceiling of the observation room, was a little low, and she just caught her hip on it, a light changing from red to green.

No one noticed. But it wouldn't make any difference, not in the long run. It would only serve to make their experiment all the better for it.

Yet that switch turned all settings to the max, when the four-hour mark finally came, of course. If he resisted, everything would spiral out of control, everything quashed before the might of the simulation. Nothing would be off-limits, a small screen depicting more and more "tiger shapes" in green on a black digital background appearing, some growing, some with huge breasts, others with huge cocks jutting from them.

More and more digital green tigers, the outlines of them, filled the control screen until there was no room for them to multiply anymore, though the code had already been set and sent. There was no turning back the tiger spawn rate after resistance, if there was resistance, but the warning that popped up to note that the experimental feature of unlimited spawning could corrupt the simulation had no one there to heed it. No one knew that hyper anatomy too could render the simulation corrupt, though the end details of that were yet to be seen.

"Oh!"

There was always something to do and the fox, chuckling a little as he put his glasses away, popped back into the room, his vision a little blurry but more than enough to see what he was doing. All he had to do was to set the body change for after the four-hour mark and he'd be good to go. Where it had been programmed in, it had not been set to change, which was what needed to be manually done. They still liked them to have manual control over the experiments, as laughable as that was.

"Wouldn't want to get Andrea's knickers in a twist now, would I?"

It would have been a shame indeed if he'd forgotten to set the futa tigers to grow horse cocks, thick, throbbing members that were always dripping and drooling, wouldn't it? Andrea might have forgotten if everything else went well, but he didn't want to be in the firing line for anything, oh no. Not at all, not in the slightest.

Yet he was not paying enough attention to realise that things had changed, drastically so, that the simulation was no longer under their control as he hummed a tune, leaving the building for the weekend. The goat would be safe where he was, but things would never be the same again.

*

Inside the simulation...

I panted, lying flat out on a bed of breasts, a long tongue curling around my balls, sucked on and kissed, adored in every way.

"Let momma look after you," they crooned, a mass of female flesh, breasts dangling above me. "Ohhh, you're such a good boy for mommy, aren't you?"

I shouldn't have loved how they baby talked me so much, yet it made my cock harder, drooling all the time, though that was pre-cum. All I needed to do as I played with their dangling breasts, sucking on nipples, feeling small and strong at the same time, was to adore them, to enjoy them. Everything was simple in there, moaning, my cock plunged into a pussy, the pillows so very soft under me.

And then it hit me as if a truck had actually run into me, my whole world tilting askew, dizziness swarming me. What was happening? What was wrong? Pink sparkles flittered into view, filling my vision, everything tinted pink, so very pink! What was that all about? Was something wrong with the simulation?

But I didn't have any time to question it as my cock jetted off immediately in my strongest orgasm yet, cum pouring forth, ploughing into the pussy of my current partner, the tiger moaning, groping her own breasts.

"Oh, yes, good boy, fill mommy up!"

Her encouragement had me thrusting as if there was nothing else left for me, warmth spreading through my body as I whimpered, breath tight in my chest, throat feeling as if it was closing up. It was too good, all of it, the pleasure turning up tenfold, even when I'd before thought that things could not possibly have felt any better.

What was happening to me? It was like what I imagined being on drugs was like, trippy, dream-like, the world no longer making sense to me. They drooled around me and I couldn't stop saliva spilling out of my mouth either, no matter how much I licked at my own mouth and muzzle. None of that saliva, however, stopped the tigresses from talking through it.

"Yes, honey, take momma."

"Let momma show you what a good boy you've been and drain those balls..."

"You're the best boy for mommy now, aren't you?"

"We'll look after you."

"Make you cum, over and over again."

"You'll never want for anything ever again, sweetheart."

"Never again."

"Never again."

So much drooling, saliva slopping down their faces, the pillow mound under me cascading down to drop him back on the carpet, some of the tigers stepping back, groaning, humping, gyrating. I cried out, trying to scramble back as drool splattered down my chest, my long tongue hanging out, eyes wide with worry.

"What's wrong?"

But they would not answer me, not as huge horse cocks pushed from their crotches, heavy balls swelling and falling into the sacks blossoming below them. They were pure, smooth black, skin moving softly behind the medial ring, my heart pounding, though something wasn't right, something was wrong, so very wrong.

Out and out and out they grew, huge spires of cock-flesh that begged attention. I drooled more and more, unable to stop myself, their tits and balls about the same size, though not all of them became futas. Their cocks twitched and drooled, already climaxing, though they were wet and glistening, my pink vision seeming to draw me in towards them.

"Come give mommy a kiss, honey," they crooned, cocks wobbling, flat tips pointing at me, already flaring, though they did not retract even after that first, splashing orgasm. "We want you so badly... Come fill us, fuck us..."

They came for me as I hissed and leapt away, lust and need in conflict with each other. My cock, for once, was free of a pussy or mouth or paws or tongue, and that let me think a little more clearly, even if not very much. Though it was hard to see much at all as even my heaving breaths had my cock harder than ever and drooling thickly.

Oh, I needed to fuck... But I had to work out what was coming first, what was happening.

"What the hell?"

It was wrong, so very wrong, even though it tickled every last one of my needs. It had all been designed for me, of course, though it was only then that my heart pounded and I felt as if I should have been sweating with fear. Something was wrong and I needed to get out.

How long had I been in there? It had to be somewhere near those four hours... They'd said I would be in there for four hours, but it had not been four hours yet.

I ran, fleeing as my cloven hooves sank into the soft carpeting, everything fluffy, everything pink, soft, so very soft. Diving into one of the many towering mounds of pillows, he hid from the tigers, heart pounding, the tigresses, female and futa, outside moaning aggressively.

"Come out, honey."

"We need to drain your balls."

"A poor boy needs his balls emptied."

"You don't want to keep us waiting..."

They shrieked and roared as their cocks moved into cumming non-stop, something that I could only see from peering out between a crack in the cushions. Fumbling, I cursed under my breath, more and more tigers appearing from nowhere, some of them the futas, others as I'd seen them, though their tits seemed larger too, wobbling, begging my eye, my attention, the throbbing thickness of my aching member. Oh, every part of me wanted to fuck them, to take them, even though I wanted to find out what was going on too, their dicks fountaining out cum and breasts dripping, pumping out milk.

"Oh, god..."

So much drool, saliva splattering, pouring even more thickly from my mouth than before so that I couldn't even close my mouth. I didn't want to think about it, not even as I tried to close my mouth, not even managing it as I was forced to leave my tongue slopping out, dangling, playfully wiggling back and forth. I liked the feel of it, even as my heart skipped a beat, need pumping through.

Oh, it would have been so easy to forget my need, fear ruling, panting, heaving, my mind wavering. Maybe I could give in to it, forget everything. If they'd set me in the simulation, after all, it had to be safe...didn't it?

"Mmmmph?"

I groaned, trying to talk, struggling around my tongue, the drool, my front coated in it. But I didn't want to even think about how good all of that felt pouring down my chest and cock, teasing my throbbing, dripping length.

"Chat... Chat! Chatchatchat!"

I had to get them to me! The chat window popped up, as they'd said, but...no, that wasn't right! All I could see was some kind of development console, a controller unit, though the little pictures of tigers on it didn't mean any more to me than what I already knew. Fear clutched at me, my body trembling, balls churning, a piece of paper left out that looked something like a report.

"Hello! Ish anyone thhhere?"

I fought with my tongue, though talking had not been difficult with the increased saliva earlier, panic fluttering, snarling, as much as I tried to force it down. The paper -- what was it? Why wasn't anyone there? They'd said that all I had to do was to contact them!

A light flashed on the console, though I would never know what it meant.

The report...

Subject seven is surpassing expectations. Set to full immersion past four hours, no end to simulation. Tigers set to multiple if resistance is encountered, subject not to stop cumming. Endless ejaculation.

I couldn't read any more, gasping, howling, heaving, sure that the tigers were going to find me at any time. Endless ejaculation? No end to simulation? No, no, no -- that wasn't what it was all meant to be about!

Yet all was wrong with my world and there was no escaping from it as I tried to take in more of the report, my pink vision and sparkles getting in the way. The light flashed and flashed and flashed -- and there was no going back.

Four hours. Four hours had finally passed and everything changed, my balls ballooning out, larger and larger, my mind seeming to slow down. As much as I fought to cling to my reality, the headspace that I had inhabited, everything seemed dull and slow and thick, like forcing my way through a sea of thick cream.

I moaned. Oh, that would be good, a sea of milky cream, cum and milk, everything flowing around me. I could drink it and swallow it down and everything would be good. I didn't need to think about anything, my balls huge, big enough to rub on the floor, though even that stimulation was too much, everything out of control, though my mind didn't much care anymore.

Why was I worrying so much? Everything was pink and good and felt so damn good! My cock looked so good, so thick, so meaty. Without thinking, I pumped it between my hands, drool splattering over it, lusting for it.

"No!"

No, I couldn't do that -- I was getting cock dumb! And, still, the tigers were closing in, crowding outside, giving me no space, no room, my dick more and more equine like. It was not as large as those of the tigers', though that was not up to me, balls large enough for me to sit on, soft and squashy, churning with cum. Outside, the tigers cackled maniacally, laughing, belting it out, preluded by a sea of cum, fountaining out of their huge dicks, spilling it out everywhere.