It was another long session. But the hyena brothers had smoked us out so it was all good. The taller, more broader shouldered Dre was struggling getting his lines out and I'm sure my laughing didn't help.
  "Hey, I think someone dropped a twenty," He pointed next to me from behind the mic. I picked it up in a daze and it got passed through the group to Dre who examined the two twenty dollar bills before leaning over and putting them on the desk of our producer and my cousin, Cloud.
  Cloud is a wolf, like me, and a bit shorter than me and has a little bit of a gut. I was made lanky and skinny though and he's working on getting rid of it. He plays like a hard ass, but he's just good at gibber gabber. As evidenced by another eighty bucks being passed to him by T, the leaner and shorter hyena. T had lighter, finer fur that showed his spots more than his brother. He seemed to brush his fur a lot when he was around Cloud.
  "Alright bro, you gonna hit this shit?"
  "Me?" Dre said, wearing headphones and standing behind the microphone. "I mean, I guess. I wasn't trying to go first..."
  "You ready?" Cloud didn't waste time waiting for an answer and hit record. I could hear the beat begin in the headphones he and Dre were wearing.
  "I got a lot of bullets, So how you wanna do it? I'll this fucking window pane and put your head straight through it."
  Nope. Shit take. Plus I was laughing my ass off through his entire flow. As the beat cut off I chanted his opening line, chuckling. "You know what's crazy man?" The room was quiet, perhaps they were annoyed with the way I constantly critiqued and tried to help them improve their lines. "The next movie they make about someone famous will look like this."
  "Yeah, cuz it'll be about me!" Dre shot back. Everyone laughed a bit. Dre ended up changing his lines up as I went outside to finish off the roach we had from earlier.
  Sometimes I think about crazy shit when I smoke. Like how fake everything seems. One time I thought I was dying and had a psychotic break, but that was weeks ago. As I watched the smoke blow out into the night air I thought about some of the thoughts I've been having. Lately I've been thinking about how it would feel to have my ass pushed up against Cloud's hips. I smoked until the roach burned at my paw and became impossible to hit. Flicking it I thought about Cloud and his wife, his daughter.
  I got in my car and drove out. Maybe I could find one of those studio monitors I had become obsessed with. There was this shady looking place that said it was open 24/7. Be Good Entertainment. It was a twenty minute drive and a thorough disappointment. I did find some quarter jack converters I needed, but the older lion behind the counter seemed irked that I hadn't bought one of the giant 4×12 monitors he had for live shows.
  By the time I got back it seemed that they had switched projects and T had gotten a verse down. There was an argument over where the song should go next, namely the hook. Eventually it was decided that Dre would use part of T's verse and T would switch up his verse to accommodate. 
  "We're aliens man," I told Dre as he looked over the lyrics on his phone. "If you didn't know about this shit before and you saw people doing this you'd think they're aliens."
  "You're too fucked up right now." Dre shot back.
  "No man, it's good. It's good! It's about accessing shit in your brain you never had before." I muttered as I realized I was sitting on a table.
  "Yeah. You right though." T backed me up.
  I got up from the table as casually as I could and grabbed some bottled water before returning to my proper chair. "Need a water?" I passed a few bottles out as the cottonmouth became overwhelming. I downed half the bottle as the new darker beat played through the cheap bluetooth speaker.
  "Bro, just rap to T's part and then when your part comes up I'll punch you in." Cloud did his best to sell his producing prowess. Then his baby started crying.
  Suddenly I was doing my best to edit the bars Dre put on the track. That meant a lot of starting and stopping, punching in and pulling the track back,punching in again. It all became too much as I had pilfered my cousin's thc vape and had continued to hit it.
  Cloud returned, having put his daughter back to sleep, I crouched in the opposite corner pointing at the computer. "I don't know how to do that. Can you control it?" I was crouching against the mattress that was leaning on the wall. He played the song out entirely and it was sounding like everything was coming together. Dre came in with more lines but it wasn't being recorded. My fur felt like it was on fire so I went upstairs to go to sleep.
  I turned the tv on to whatever, then I opened up the windows. Perhaps the cold will cease the needling sensation over my body. I stripped down and nervously rubbed at my sheath. Nothing, guess I wasn't horny. The sweat forcing itself through my fur made the cool air feel wonderful. I jammed my head between two pillows and looked at the pretty blue swirls behind my eyelids. Was this burning feeling why they call it baked?
  Shaking I looked around my well lit, very messy bedroom. "What?"
  "They finished the song. A hundred twenty bucks for a minute song, bro." Cloud was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. The way he grabbed the door frame and relaxed against the opposite side I could see the outline of his ass. My dick was already rock hard from being asleep.
  "Um. I need help." I played up the shaking as I reached a paw out to him.
  "What's up man?" He navigate the clutter in my room and was standing over my bed.
  "I don't think I'm alright. Can you hand me some water and talk a bit?" The fiery feeling in my nerves was now a pleasant glow. I put the bottle between my lips, wishing it was my cousin's cock. "You ever think about how scientists can electrocute your brain and remove depression or anxiety?" I dropped the bottle back to the floor.
  "Not really. I mean. I got some fucked up shit in my head, but I keep it down."
  "But what if that's all this life is? A simulation from electric impulses. This is just a test that we'll go through again and again until we pass and figure out how to function in society." I pawed at my erection beneath the covers.
  "I don't know man. That sounds crazy." He started to turn, but I grabbed his jeans. He let him guide him closer. I started undoing his belt. "Bro, what the fu-"
  "It's okay man. It's just a simulation." My paw worked more vigorously on my erection as I took in his scent through his boxer briefs. I took the light cloth delicately between my teeth and pulled them down. His pink cocktip peeking out of his half swollen sheath. I licked and nibbled at his sheath as I pulled him closer, he had to kneel on the bed so I could fit his growing cock into my muzzle. He started to relax and put his paw on my shoulder, letting out a sigh.
  I released his half hard cock and examined it more closely as I stroked him. It was getting a little past six inches and his knot was forming. I sat up and put both my paws to work on his balls and dick. The furry orbs were heavy, full, as if he hadn't cum in a while.
  "Can you take it?" He whispered, like we were sharing a secret.
  "What?"
  "The knot." He kept his voice low.
  "I don't know." I shook my head. I thought this was just a blowjob, but... "Could you hand me my bag?" He turned and picked the army green bag off of my desk and handed it to me. I rummaged through it and got out the purple tube of lube. I poured a generous amount into my paw and tossed it aside. I rubbed my paws together to warm up the lube and slathered it all over his now pulsing erection. I threw off the blanket, my thinner and longer cock leaking pre. I got on my paws and knees in front of him. I could feel his tip line up at the entrance as he grabbed me firmly by the waist. I lifted up my tail for him.
  One paw drifted from me to help guide himself into me. "It's not going in." He mumbled and awkwardly thrust between my cheeks.
  "Just push!" I was feeling hot under my fur again. "Ah!" His tip slipped inside and it was a tight fit, it had been some time since I toyed myself.
  "You alright?" He leaned over my back to glance at the pained and pleasured expression on my face.
  "Yes. Please. Just keep going." It took some time for him to find a rhythm that didn't make the bed frame knock against the wall, but kept me making the noises he did like. Soft and slow, then fast and hard before relaxing again. "That's so good. Fuck." I could feel his knot against my stretching hole with each thrust. "Keep going." My prostate was begging for attention and could barely be reached with that fat knot in the way.
  "Oh shit, shit!" I could feel him collapse against me as each spurt of his seed rushed inside me. "fuck..." Barely a breath as his heart pounded on my back. He rolled to one side, legs laying off the side.
  I layed down, somewhat defeated. I guess I should have prepared more. It was just too big and yet it would have been perfect if it worked. I rolled to face the ceiling. My balls aching for release, slick with pre now dripping down my bunched up sheath.
  Then his muzzle was wrapped around my cocktip. He could only fit half of it in his mouth, but oh what an eager mouth it was. His paw kneaded my knot as he bobbed on my shaft. Teeth indicating that he was rather inexperienced, still each stroke was better than the last. My paws found his short hair and roamed around, finding comfort in grabbing his rather large ears.
  "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna...." I couldn't finish the sentence, my muscles tensed and I accidentally pulled him further down onto my cock. He gagged and pulled away as I writhed in the sensations filling my body.
  "Fuck dude." I murmured as I regained my breathe. But the room was empty and dark. My cum had dried on my stomach and I suppose my head found a pillow. I was left to wonder if what I had experienced was real and drifted back to sleep.
  I awoke to the sound of a beat playing in the basement. I got dressed and ran a brush through my greasy fur. Did my ass feel stretched or was i imagining it?
  "Yeah, yeah. And then- then... oh shit,it's him." I could make out Cloud over the chuckles of T and Dre as bass droned on through a monitor.
  "What's up?" I looked suspiciously at the trio.
  "Yo, tell em that shit you were telling me last night."
  "What?"
  "Yeah, before you fell asleep."
  "I fell asleep?"
  "You did..."

"Scientists can already put a neural net on your head and cure depression. They can go into your brain and partially cauterize your amygdala and cure anxiety disorders. What if we're just playing a game right now? And things like tv, like video games or even stories are there to remind you it's a game. A sort of iteration of your life created by a stimulation of your frontal lobe, set to hyperspeed by overclocking your brain so once we live the perfect version of our lives we can go on to live in a real society. One that's far better off by people living entire lives before they're really even born." I was panting as I put all the ideas that were in my head into words.
  "What?" T looked befuddled.
  "He trippin'."
  "No," Cloud said calmly. "The other thing." He nodded towards T.
  "What?"
  "Don't worry man," I took off my shirt and started walking towards T. "It's just a simulation."