And de-stressing, in this case, obviously meant fucking myself silly until my brain turned into mush.
The only question was in how I’d go about doing so.
My last go around had been admittedly pretty vanilla, but at the time I’d just needed something plain and familiar. Now, however, I wanted to do something at least marginally more interesting.
Putting it on the one to ten scale of spiciness, I was craving something at around a six, at the moment. Back when I’d been a fleshie, that’d usually meant getting out the old bad dragon and queuing up some werewolf smut.
Because, embarrassed as I might be to admit to such a thing in polite company, I very much fall into the stereotype of white women being into dog dick. Not boinking dogs, to be clear. Dogs deserve better than that shit. But I do like canine themed phalluses.
Thus, the werewolf tag on AO3 or r34 was my mainstay. For me, It was practically the pornagraphic equivalent of comfort food.
And, would you look at that, my sim had a werewolf centric scenario ready and available. Since I’d been meaning to take a look at what full immersion VR porn was like anyway, I figured it made for a perfect starting point.
I pulled up a window for it, and started looking at what was available.
Like everything in my home sim, it was just a matter of selecting a prefab, and then tweaking it to my liking.
There were a number of bodies on offer, to either inhabit or fuck, respectively, and it was just a matter of determining what body you’d be in, the environment, and what the other computer controlled body would be doing.
I went with the same body I normally wore, set it so that I’d be bound to a polished wooden platform via some soft leather straps, and for the other body picked something that, on the spectrum of conventionally attractive anthropomorphic animal person to bipedal inhuman monster, leaned far closer to monster than anything else.
Patchy, uneven fur. Gray skin covered in scars. Luminescent red irises surrounded by uncannily black sclera. Intimidatingly jagged and chipped claws. A muzzle full of teeth that were clearly meant to do nothing but bloodily rend flesh apart.
And a giant knotted cock, obviously. 11 inches long with sharply tapered tip, 2 and a half inches in diameter at the widest part of the ribbed shaft, and just under 4 inches wide at the center of the oblong knot. The meat of it was a splotchy mix of red and purple, and was unreasonably veiny, vascular tubing raised against the surface, set to pulse rhythmically once it was moving.
The monster was about as close to perfect for my taste as I could get them, short of making everything myself from scratch.
Though I’d already wasted three hours of subjective time on setting it all up, my autistic hyperfixation having kicked in at some point during the process.
Time in which I’d just gotten progressively more aroused, of course.
So I was eager to finally jump on in.
I pressed the start button, and, in just under a blink, I was naked and strapped firmly down to an angled wooden table, the polished and lacquered surface grabbing onto my skin like rubber on linoleum.
My legs were near fully spread out, my knees raised up just past my hips and affixed there with some remarkably comfortable black leather belts.
The surface of the table curved forward as it went down, raising my but up just enough so that my asshole was on display.
Overall, it was frankly the most luxurious bondage setup I’d ever had the pleasure of being roped to. Though I was kind of wishing I’d put an actual pillow behind the back of my skull. My neck was pulled forward with a rope and a collar such that my head shouldn’t be in any danger of getting knocked against the hardwood, but it still wasn’t as comfortable as it could have been.
We all make sacrifices for good bondage though. That's kinda the point, I would argue.
Besides, as a curtain at the entrance of the stone and mortar room was torn aside, I had other things to focus on.
Namely, the beast I’d made for myself, hunched and panting, stalking towards me with even more menace in each step than I’d ever dared hope.
I swallowed, and I felt my member start to swell near involuntarily.
As it got closer, red eyes glowing faintly, and a lethal looking snarl on its chops, I felt shivers on my skin, and I could tell it wasn’t just from the cool air.
Then, as it towered over me, it growled. A low, bass filled sound, like someone stretched a dancefloor house beat out until the note started to fray, and mixed it with the vocalizations of every nightmare in the dark that humanity had ever feared.
I was absolutely dripping goo.
I had a leaky faucet’s worth of pre-cum running down from my tip.
As the growls and snarls from the beast grew louder, a combination of the expected predatory lust and a surprising amount of hate mixing on the monster’s features, I watched its carefully tuned phallus expand outwards from its lightly furred confines.
The beast tensed every muscle in its body, hunching forward even further as its wiry abdominals flexed, and its penis engorged to impossible proportions.
Its clawed hands clenched, and finally, it grew to full size. Veins, ribbed shaft, and the knot all pulsing in rhythm.
Then it went quiet and still.
And it just stared at me.
Impatience, irritation, and anger flickering across its eyes and ears.
I stared back, a little dazed with arousal.
Then I remembered that I’d set it to wait for consent.
I could boot back to my home sim at any time by subvocalizing a safeword twice, but I’d wanted to give myself time to back out at the beginning if I needed it, just in case.
Which was probably for the best. Originally I’d been shooting for something on the low end of a six on the spicy scale, but I had apparently managed to bump the final experience to a high seven on accident. Maybe even an eight, if you took into account the amount of biting and clawing I could ask it to do.
That being said…
I did want to make my virtual mind melt into a catatonic mess. And this would almost certainly do that.
And I was painfully erect, still, with my hands bound far above my head.
“Fuck my brains out.” I whispered.
It stepped forward that last little bit, and I had a moment to appreciate how its dick reached almost up to my belly button, when laid next to my own more reasonably sized penis.
Then it pulled its hips back, wrapped its claws around my thighs, and started to press along my taint with its pointed tip.
It followed the line that traced back from my balls to my rear entrance, and then started to push.
Lightly at first, just pressing into my ring.
I felt myself reflexively tense, the tip hot and slimy from its own flow of precum.
It pushed against my sphincter a little harder, and I tried and failed to get myself to relax, as my penis started to bob up and down with excitement.
It slid its hands down from my thighs and just under my ass, lifting me forward a bit more.
Then it used that extra leverage to shove, until my ass was forced to give up.
It hurt like a bitch, and I loved it.
Factions of an inch at a time, it pressed forward. I felt myself close around the head, a small but sharp bump running through me as I got past the glands.
I heard myself start to whine as I was forced to open up even further. A keening whimper interrupted only by my own panting breath as sweat started to build on my face.
It kept pushing.
I stopped being able to feel anything but my own ass, as I was painfully stretched out, bit by bit.
The wolf got deep enough that I felt the first wide rib around the shaft encroaching. I already felt like I was at my limit, and the extra bit of width just from that first band felt like it’d be too much.
I debated tapping out.
Even if I knew I couldn’t actually hurt myself here in any way that mattered, my eyes, it seemed, might have been a little large for my stomach.
“Stroke me,” I asked it.
It let out an unimpressed chuff of refusal, as if telling me to get over it.
I felt my anger sweep over me like a typhoon. I was here to have a good time, and I didn’t give a shit what this fucking thing wanted.
“Jerk me off, you fucking mutt!” I hissed.
It snarled again and growled, but complied, removing one hand from my ass to squeeze me clumsily around my shaft.
It amateurishly started to jerk me up and down, still pressing into me.
Still, that was enough to send tingles up my stomach again, and gave me the distraction I needed to finally loosen up.
The first ribbed band slid in much more easily, and then the next one popped in after it. Progress slowed again, but the wolf started jerking me even more roughly than before, claws pressing into my shaft.
The threat of injury just made me harder.
It squeezed with monstrous strength, and I felt an incredible ache build in me, delightfully textured with the sharp pains of claw tips.
Then the wolf got sick of waiting and pushed all the way in at once, stopping only after hitting the knot.
I let out a strangled cough, the pain so sudden that I couldn’t even cry out properly.
I felt every muscle in my body spasm, straining against the restraints as my mind went blank with pain and pleasure both.
I couldn’t even breathe, without hurting.
It was exquisite.
I came harder than I ever had in my goddamn life, cum splattering my stomach in a violent spray.
I’d been rendered almost entirely insensate, mutely struggling against my restraints with every bit of weakening strength I had in me.
My perfectly malicious beast just took that as permission to pull back and start thrusting.
I only had a refractory period of about thirty seconds, but he hadn’t even waited that long.
I couldn’t form enough of a coherent thought to be able to tell him to stop.
I was fried.
Tears freely ran from my eyes, and snot and slobber dripped from my mouth and nose to mix on my chin.
It hurt so fucking good.
He pistoned in and out, and my prostate begged for me to make it stop, screaming at me in bursts of warmth and internal pressure and building, buzzing pain.
He was still stroking me, too, but my penis had just turned into one mass of numbness and static-y pins and needles.
My eyes were entirely unfocused, staring emptily into space, as fluids oozed from every one of my orifices.
I went limp.
The wolf didn’t like that.
He took the hand he’d been using to seemingly try and tear my dick off, and instead put his hand on my shoulder, finally stopping his thrusting.
His claws threatened to pierce the skin just behind my right deltoid.
I finally came back around, and as I looked into his frenzied eyes, I noticed that the left half of his face was twitching madly.
“Claw me.” I said flatly, no emotion left in my voice.
He slowly sunk his ragged claws into my skin, and then pulled downward over my shoulder blade. I screamed.
He started fucking me again, the brief reprieve enough for my genitalia to reset back to being able to feel pleasure once more, even if it had never stopped hurting.
But I liked that.
I liked the ache as my insides were crushed.
I liked how full I felt.
I liked how my asshole had gone just numb enough that everything was reduced to one aching mass.
And, needless to say, I loved the feeling of growing pressure in my prostate.
His massive frame was enveloping me fully now. Claws in my back and sides, rough hairs and jagged scar tissue pressing up to my chest. The wispy hairs on the side of his head were pressing against my cheek, sweat damped fur tickling my ears as he rocked back and forth.
But cumming the second time wasn't as easy as the first, especially so soon after my last orgasm.
“Jerk me again, shithead.” I groaned out.
His ear flicked forward, thwapping me in the eye in protest.
I let out a snort, as he continued to thrust in and out with a steady rhythm.
It still wasn’t enough.
I twisted my neck a bit, and leaned forward against where my collar was keeping me in place.
Then I bit him on the ear.
His claws dug into my flank with a surprised jerk.
I kept biting until I tasted blood, even as the wolf tried to pull away.
I finally let his ear go and leaned back against my restraint again. He gave off a furious snarl, chops twisting into a rictus grimace, filled with loathing.
I stared at him without expression, unimpressed.
A pouting pup was hardly intimidating.
“I don’t care. Don’t make me ask again.” I spat.
He leaned forward again, cautiously, and then grabbed back onto my dick, pushing in and out with his massive member a little more gently now.
That was the opposite of what I wanted.
I took a deep, if admittedly somewhat halting, breath, and rolled my eyes.
“I’m getting bored, Wolfy. Bite me, knot me, and make me cum, or I’m leaving.” I threatened.
He didn’t need to hear that order more than once.
He leaned forward fully, and turned his head sideways, almost as if to kiss me.
I wasn’t interested in that, so I was more than a little grateful when he just clamped his jaws tightly around my neck, instead.
A vice-like grip pressed sharp incisors into the sides of my throat, and I felt my breath falter.
He started pistoning in and out of me with a level of violence that made it felt like he wanted to kill me far more than he wanted to fuck me.
I got a little harder in the wolf’s grasp.
He jerked on me like he wanted to pulverize my flesh into worthlessness.
I let out a sobbing, stuttering moan.
My tear ducts burned, seeming to run empty at last. I sucked in the spit that was trailing from my lips.
Every part of me was slick with unhealthy amounts of sweat, and every one of the straps holding me down had rubbed my skin raw.
Everything was varying levels of pain and pleasure, one enhancing the other until they cumulatively rose to impossible heights.
I felt everything building toward the finish.
I felt Wolfy’s rod engorge just that little bit more, swelling as he got ready to burst.
He clamped down on my neck even harder, to the point that I started to feel dizzy, as something wet and hot ran down the sides of my neck.
Then he pushed with full force, my sphincter giving one last futile show of resistance, likely having long since been stretched past its breaking point.
Then, with another pulse of pain, and an incredible burst of numbing pressure coming from my prostate, he shoved the knot in.
I felt my back trying to arch, even as I was held in place, fangs just short of tearing through my neck.
The only noise I made was a strangled, garbled little whimper, lacking air in my lungs for anything else.
My entire body burned with heat. The climbing pressure finally hit the tipping point.
I came, and semen poured weakly out from the tip of my dick, kegel muscles too exhausted to push out a proper cum shot.
I felt something warm and viscous fill me inside, as Wolfy’s dick throbbed and sputtered cum.
I felt the heat on my skin start to fade, all the previously pleasure numbed pain in my body started to make itself known.
I felt like I’d been put through the ringer. My muscles ached, and something in my back felt like it’d been pulled.
My wrists stung with the feeling of blood and shredded skin being pressed into sandpaper. My colon felt unpleasantly full, and everything below my navel hurt.
There were definitely puncture wounds, just beside my jugular.
I took a moment to just appreciate how it all felt, and then let my larynx go through the motions of saying the safeword without making an actual sound, once, and then twice.
Then I was back on my couch, clothed, cleaned, and fully healed.
I promptly melted into an exhausted and highly satisfied blob.
God, I had needed that.
I gave that whole experience an eight out of ten, on the spicy scale.
It still hadn’t felt quite as realistic as I would have liked, but then again, I probably wouldn’t have ever gotten the chance to get railed by a feral werewolf in a luxury bondage dungeon in real life, so I’d take it.