>>5125
Sure why not, I'll give it a try.
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"I felt... peculiar. The first thing I noticed which was obviously different was my nose. Somehow, it sat way further in my view than I remembered. I raised a hand to touch and gasped. My hand was... covered in fur. Orange, with black stripes, almost like a Bengal tiger. It also had claws.
With a flick of previously unknown muscles, I let the gleaming weapons slid out of their sheath, swallowing at the sight. Together with my obvious snout - so much I'd gathered by exploring my new mouth with my tongue by now - and the strangely mobile ears on my head, I was feeling definitely some sort of feline vibe here.
The concept of furries wasn't exactly new to me. By now, furry people had become the norm around Venn Machines or heavily populated places. There weren't many of them, but enough to recognize them readily. Did that mean that my Samantha was a secret furry?"
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Dream of mine tbh. Once we conquer the tyranny of capitalism we need to free ourselves from the shackles of nature and the limited self next.
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"Bewildered, I put my hands up to feel them. They were firm and sensitive, especially around the nipples, and- A snickering laugh ripped me out of my self-exploration.
“Boys, how typical.” Ilona laughed. “You give 'em boobs, what happens? They have to feel their knockers up. Always the same!”"
"Uh, right... I tried standing up on all four legs, wobbling a little. “I don't know how to walk like this!” I complained, making Ilona snort.
“Men are such wussies. Just walk. Don't think about how. Just walk.”"
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Geez what a peach of a friend.
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"My friend winked. “You still got a penis, you know?”
I almost sputtered. “What? I... do?” Bewildered, I raised a hind leg, looking under my rump. Sure enough, I managed to spot what definitely looked like a sheathed penis. Right. What was I, some sort of futa?
This time it was Ilona's turn to be embarrassed. “Hey, stop that!” She pressed out. “We're still in public, don't waive your dick around like that!” Anxiously, she looked around.
Damn it, she was right. I put my leg down again, noticing a couple of parents who looked at me with dark faces and shielded their kids' eyes from me. Good thing I had fur, otherwise they'd probably seen my skin take on the color of a tomato.
“If you haven't noticed, you're basically naked.” She hissed, taking my hand again and leading me away. “Your tits are on display as well, and I don't think the fur is enough to keep someone from calling the police for public indecency. Shit, I've totally forgotten about Venning you with a top or something similar.” My friend sighed while picking up speed.
“You still haven't explained to me why this shape.” I pointed out while following her.
Ilona rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well... I guess I'll let Samantha do the explaining. Let's just get back to my car asap now. I don't want to ruin hir birthday by losing you to the police!”"
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So this society has cheap or free body modification with seemingly no constraints and they still have a nudity taboo? Seems a little weird but hey
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"I became partially aware of Ilona standing up behind me. “Aaaand now that the present has been delivered, I think we're gonna leave you two lovebirds alone now...”
Grinning, the woman stepped past both me and Samantha and exchanged a high-five with Jennifer who was still standing in the open door. The two of them winked at us. “Have fun, Chakats.” Jennifer said. “Give hir a good pounding.” Ilona added, winking at both of us and using this strange pronoun again. Then they closed the door, leaving two dumbfounded people... cats... Chakats? behind."
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Well finally I can unzip my pants! Wait, what, they're still talking... this is like a porno without the porn...
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"“Right.” Samantha looked at me sheepishly. “Okay, where to start... many years ago, in fact, long before the Venn Machines turned up, when I was still a teenager, I came across stories about a fictional race of gen-engineered people in the future.”
“Chakats.” I said, and Samantha nodded.
“Yes, Chakats. They are what you and I look like right now, felitaurs. Some critical voices have described them as an entire race of 'Mary Sue's' because they have been gen-engineered to be perfect. Anyway, once I'd read about them, I'd been hooked.”"
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Okay, this is getting a little too meta for me, I'm not sure this is the right forum to address that criticism, uhhhh.
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"We barely made it into the bedroom. In retrospective we were kinda lucky that we owned a futon bed - I don't think a normal bed would have withstood the love play of two 400 pound felitaurs. Eventually, I found myself looking down at my purring mate, her eyes sparkling with pleasant anticipation. My manhood was rock-hard by now, fully slid out of its protective sheath.
“My God, you are beautiful...” I whispered breathlessly while drinking her magnificent shape in. Maybe the Venn Machines had tinkered with my sense of aesthetics, maybe not and I'd always been a hidden furry, but right now, this leopard spotted felitaur in front of me was the loveliest sight I'd ever seen.
“See who's talking.” Samantha purred, lying down flat on the bed but turning her torso towards me and stretching out a hand to fondle my tits. “Don't let me wait, lover.” She continued, moving her tail out of the way and revealing a thoroughly moist vagina. “Fill me with your love.”
She didn't have to ask twice. I had no idea how to mate in these bodies, but somehow it didn't matter - I instinctively knew what to do. I slid my lower body over my girlfriend's crouching shape, my forelegs going down her sides. My hind legs were anchored securely on the mattress, using my claws for extra leverage, and pushing my manhood into her ready vagina.
The pleasure was better than everything I'd ever experienced before, the intoxicating scent of my mate, our fur rubbing together, our cat-like yips of pure pleasure - it simply was perfect. Like in trance we made love to each other for minutes, rocking our bodies together in perfect synchronicity, until I couldn't hold it in anymore and squirted my seed deep into my lover's womb.
Spent, I went down next to Samantha, my dick slipping out of her body even while she went through the last waves of her own orgasm. For a few minutes, we simply snuggled against each other, hugging and licking ourselves silently.
“That was... amazing.” I finally managed to say. “Is it always this good?”"
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Welp, I skimmed this looking for sex before I read it, and this section is actually so brief/perfunctory I missed it. I mean what's the point in skimping out on the sex at this stage?