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"writing": "[b][u][center]Life Modding: Exhibitionism\nKink-Vember 8\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nChance returned home with cheeks bright red and his cock throbbing between his legs. The cheetah had had a hell of a day at college, and yet, at the same time, he’d been left completely unsatisfied. \n\n[i]Everyone has a foot fetish, but nobody wants to just…[/i]\n\nIt was frustrating as fuck. Sure, everyone seemed to have a kink for feet now – him included – and nobody seemed to remember not having a kink. At the same time, none of them seemed to be that interested in him participating. Strangers that were flashing their feet all the time didn’t take kindly to him walking over and suggesting that maybe they should do something more, or at least, none of the ones that appealed to him did. And the ones that were interested in him…\n\nWell, the less said there, the better. \n\n[i]Must be a thing in the programming,[/i] he thought as he left his coat at the door and walked back to his bedroom and the computer. [i]Everyone has the kink, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll do just anything with everybody.[/i]\n\nWhich was [i]annoying[/i] when the shit being showed off and lusted over was so public and nobody seemed to be bothered by it the same way as they would have been about showing boobs, butt, or – well, anything. There’d been one professor that had put her feet up on her desk, the older, maternal elephant looking between her toes at the class, and calling out those that stared too hard. The tease, the way that she flexed her toes, the way that she curled them and made her soles wrinkle – \n\nFuck, he was turning himself on with the memories. And it hadn’t stopped there, either; there’d been the two wolves in gym that had gone on a barefoot run and teased each other with half-serious footjobs in the shower, and the lynx that had been going on about how [i]big[/i] her feet were with a bunch of friends while putting down a mouse who had smaller feet, and – \n\nIt was like the world had turned upside-down, where people were casually into stuff, but only with each other. Not with him. \n\n[i]Well, if the thing’s working again, I can fix that…[/i]\n\nChance sat down at his computer. Looking at the icon for ‘Life Modding,’ he brought his cursor to it, clicked – \n\n“Thank god, you still work…”\n\nWhen it had closed last night and refused to work that morning, he was afraid that was all that he was going to get. Instead, it seemed like it was only allowing a certain amount of reprogramming every day before shutting off. That was something that he’d have to keep in mind going forward. \n\nHe looked at the map and list of all the people that lived around him. Scrolling through them, he found the donkey from the bus stop that morning. Named Harvey, lived three blocks down. Had a bit of an issue with weed, but overall was a pretty good guy from the history and personality block. Chance cocked his head to the side as he looked at the 3d model of the donkey, flicking his eyes up and down the topless donk in his sweat pants, and – \n\n[i]Hmmm, that’s new…[/i]\n\nThere was an icon with an x through it on the side of the model. He clicked it – \n\n“Oh, fuck…”\n\nAnd just like that, Harvey’s clothes were gone. He didn’t know if that had happened in the real world, but the rendered model was completely naked. A thick – if only average in length – equine cock spilled from a full sheath, and the tip was thicker than his fist. The donkey’s balls were just as heavy, though completely shaved, and dark-gray in color, looking damp as if they’d just come out of a shower…or had been sweating all day. \n\nChance clicked the icon again to put the clothes back on, shaking his head. That had been just a little more embarrassing than he wanted to admit, even if it was hot…\n\nBut then again…\n\n[i]Huh…if everyone was naked…and okay with that sort of thing in public…[/i]\n\nHe’d started with barefooting to make sure that it was real. Nobody had noticed a thing when they were just casually indulging in foot-fetish bits, even the church-mice that had come around and preached on the street corners. They had been barefoot, too, and were willing to show off their soles for some sort of ‘purity’ thing, but they had never done anything like that before. It was just part of the world now. \n\n[i]So, if I added something…[/i]\n\nHe jumped backward in the program, going to the ‘Laws of Life’ section that he’d tweaked before. This time, rather than running through the whole list, he went back to the sexual part. There were some…extreme bits there that he didn’t want to think about, some options that were better off blacked out and never touched by anyone, but there were some others that were more…interesting. \n\nAnd among them was the Exhibitionism line. He unfolded that one, reading through the definition. From the program’s definition of it, this one being set to ‘standard spread’ essentially meant that the average person had little interest in public nudity, didn’t want to see it particularly often, and only perverts indulged in it. \n\nBut if he set that differently…\n\nThe cheetah hesitated, wondering if this was really a good idea. The foot fetish thing across the city – and perhaps the world, for that matter – was one thing. He was just playing around with that. If he took this further, making everyone into a naked show-off…\n\n[i]I can always…turn it off…[/i]\n\nThat decided him. He clicked the Exhibitionism law to ‘universal,’ and – \n\n“Wait – dammit…”\n\nThe program shut off again before he could make another change. No shifting things around further for him, but…maybe exhibitionism would be enough to get people to start wanting more. Maybe they’d be more eager about it. \n\nShrugging, he pushed away from the computer and conked out. He’d find out how it went in the morning. \n\n#\n\nWhen he woke up without clothes and couldn’t find any anywhere, he knew that it had gone through. Still, he retained the knowledge that he had been clothed, even if his cock was already sticking up as if it was eager to show itself off to the world. Chance rolled out of bed, showered, toweled himself dry, and – \n\n[i]Oh god, I’m going to have to go outside. Naked.[/i]\n\nIt wasn’t exactly a flaw in the plan, but his face had never been redder as he walked out the door and felt the morning sun on his fur and in places the sun had never touched before. His cheeks burned brighter and brighter as he walked down the street, not seeing anyone, not knowing if it had worked until – \n\n“Heh, hey, Spots!”\n\nIt was Harvey, the donkey – and he was just as naked as he had been on the computer last night. His sheath had spilled open, that thick shaft hanging over those bald balls, and – \n\nIt took [i]everything[/i] that Chance had to not stare and ogle the husky, kangaroo, and maned wolf at the bus stop as they lunged. They were all completely naked, the three males in various states of arousal, and the maned wolf leaning back against the side of the bus stop with her legs just slightly spread. Her pussy was just damp enough to see, dew-y, and her nipples were hard in the morning chill. \n\nHis cock went up right away. Still burning red, he walked past the three guys and leaned against the bus stop beside her. She was casually flicking through her phone, occasionally reaching between her legs and stroking her clit before pulling her fingers up and licking them clean. Another scroll, another flick – \n\n“Uh, do you want to…”\n\nHe tilted his hips toward her, and she looked up from her phone. She chuckled. \n\n“What, fuck before the bus gets here?”\n\n“…yeah?”\n\n“Get real. No time, and besides, I don’t even know you.”\n\n“But –”\n\n“Bus is coming,” Harvey said, the donkey getting to his feet and setting that thick cock to swinging in the process. \n\nAs everyone leaned away to avoid being cock-smacked and formed a line, Chance ended up at the very back. He gritted his teeth in raw annoyance as he realized that he’d made the same mistake again. Nobody knew him, or was particularly close to him, so even with exhibitionism being a public thing, nobody was going to just do it because he wanted it. \n\n[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Why is this thing so picky?[/i]\n\nShaking his head as he followed the other four onto the bus, Chance did his best not to immediately start fantasizing as he paid his fare and looked down the aisle. There were naked males and females all the way to the back, some his age, some much older, including a saggy-looking bull that leaned over a cane with a pair of balls that ran halfway to his knees and a sheath buried beneath his belly-fat. He kept his eyes up and went to the back of the bus, taking one of the few empty seats as his dick twitched and throbbed against his stomach. \n\nIt was still thrilling to be naked, he couldn’t deny that. There was something about everyone seeing him like this that still made him hot and hard, but…well, without someone to do something about it, it felt like he was missing out. Particularly when he saw partners and couples giving each other handjobs here and there, friends giving a little bit of oral, or – in one case – a mouse sitting on a rat’s cock and riding his partner, bouncing and fucking himself raw. \n\n[i]There’s gotta be a way to get into this without having to go the long way around…[/i]\n\nChance leaned back in the bus seat, staring up at the roof of the vibrating, cheap and rattly vehicle. College was going to be an interesting day; if he was getting this horny just being naked in public, how was he going to feel when he saw people fucking each other?\n\n[i]God, what if the professors are fucking the students this time?[/i]\n\nA shiver ran down his spine. He had a feeling that a great deal of secrets were going to come spilling out of the college population today. Maybe he’d get lucky if one of those happened to be a crush on him or something…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Kink-Vember the 8th. The Life Modding entry continues to a part 2, with a pending part 3. Enjoy some exhibitionism. \n\nTags: M/solo, F/solo, Exhibitionism, Reality Alteration, Cheetah, Maned Wolf, Donkey, Casual Nudity, Foot Fetish, Modding Life, Nobody Notices, Unaware, Masturbation, Erection, Public Sex, ",
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Life Modding: Exhibitionism Kink-Vember 8 By Draconicon
Chance returned home with cheeks bright red and his cock throbbing between his legs. The cheetah had had a hell of a day at college, and yet, at the same time, he’d been left completely unsatisfied.
Everyone has a foot fetish, but nobody wants to just…
It was frustrating as fuck. Sure, everyone seemed to have a kink for feet now – him included – and nobody seemed to remember not having a kink. At the same time, none of them seemed to be that interested in him participating. Strangers that were flashing their feet all the time didn’t take kindly to him walking over and suggesting that maybe they should do something more, or at least, none of the ones that appealed to him did. And the ones that were interested in him…
Well, the less said there, the better.
Must be a thing in the programming, he thought as he left his coat at the door and walked back to his bedroom and the computer. Everyone has the kink, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll do just anything with everybody.
Which was annoying when the shit being showed off and lusted over was so public and nobody seemed to be bothered by it the same way as they would have been about showing boobs, butt, or – well, anything. There’d been one professor that had put her feet up on her desk, the older, maternal elephant looking between her toes at the class, and calling out those that stared too hard. The tease, the way that she flexed her toes, the way that she curled them and made her soles wrinkle –
Fuck, he was turning himself on with the memories. And it hadn’t stopped there, either; there’d been the two wolves in gym that had gone on a barefoot run and teased each other with half-serious footjobs in the shower, and the lynx that had been going on about how big her feet were with a bunch of friends while putting down a mouse who had smaller feet, and –
It was like the world had turned upside-down, where people were casually into stuff, but only with each other. Not with him.
Well, if the thing’s working again, I can fix that…
Chance sat down at his computer. Looking at the icon for ‘Life Modding,’ he brought his cursor to it, clicked –
“Thank god, you still work…”
When it had closed last night and refused to work that morning, he was afraid that was all that he was going to get. Instead, it seemed like it was only allowing a certain amount of reprogramming every day before shutting off. That was something that he’d have to keep in mind going forward.
He looked at the map and list of all the people that lived around him. Scrolling through them, he found the donkey from the bus stop that morning. Named Harvey, lived three blocks down. Had a bit of an issue with weed, but overall was a pretty good guy from the history and personality block. Chance cocked his head to the side as he looked at the 3d model of the donkey, flicking his eyes up and down the topless donk in his sweat pants, and –
Hmmm, that’s new…
There was an icon with an x through it on the side of the model. He clicked it –
“Oh, fuck…”
And just like that, Harvey’s clothes were gone. He didn’t know if that had happened in the real world, but the rendered model was completely naked. A thick – if only average in length – equine cock spilled from a full sheath, and the tip was thicker than his fist. The donkey’s balls were just as heavy, though completely shaved, and dark-gray in color, looking damp as if they’d just come out of a shower…or had been sweating all day.
Chance clicked the icon again to put the clothes back on, shaking his head. That had been just a little more embarrassing than he wanted to admit, even if it was hot…
But then again…
Huh…if everyone was naked…and okay with that sort of thing in public…
He’d started with barefooting to make sure that it was real. Nobody had noticed a thing when they were just casually indulging in foot-fetish bits, even the church-mice that had come around and preached on the street corners. They had been barefoot, too, and were willing to show off their soles for some sort of ‘purity’ thing, but they had never done anything like that before. It was just part of the world now.
So, if I added something…
He jumped backward in the program, going to the ‘Laws of Life’ section that he’d tweaked before. This time, rather than running through the whole list, he went back to the sexual part. There were some…extreme bits there that he didn’t want to think about, some options that were better off blacked out and never touched by anyone, but there were some others that were more…interesting.
And among them was the Exhibitionism line. He unfolded that one, reading through the definition. From the program’s definition of it, this one being set to ‘standard spread’ essentially meant that the average person had little interest in public nudity, didn’t want to see it particularly often, and only perverts indulged in it.
But if he set that differently…
The cheetah hesitated, wondering if this was really a good idea. The foot fetish thing across the city – and perhaps the world, for that matter – was one thing. He was just playing around with that. If he took this further, making everyone into a naked show-off…
I can always…turn it off…
That decided him. He clicked the Exhibitionism law to ‘universal,’ and –
“Wait – dammit…”
The program shut off again before he could make another change. No shifting things around further for him, but…maybe exhibitionism would be enough to get people to start wanting more. Maybe they’d be more eager about it.
Shrugging, he pushed away from the computer and conked out. He’d find out how it went in the morning.
#
When he woke up without clothes and couldn’t find any anywhere, he knew that it had gone through. Still, he retained the knowledge that he had been clothed, even if his cock was already sticking up as if it was eager to show itself off to the world. Chance rolled out of bed, showered, toweled himself dry, and –
Oh god, I’m going to have to go outside. Naked.
It wasn’t exactly a flaw in the plan, but his face had never been redder as he walked out the door and felt the morning sun on his fur and in places the sun had never touched before. His cheeks burned brighter and brighter as he walked down the street, not seeing anyone, not knowing if it had worked until –
“Heh, hey, Spots!”
It was Harvey, the donkey – and he was just as naked as he had been on the computer last night. His sheath had spilled open, that thick shaft hanging over those bald balls, and –
It took everything that Chance had to not stare and ogle the husky, kangaroo, and maned wolf at the bus stop as they lunged. They were all completely naked, the three males in various states of arousal, and the maned wolf leaning back against the side of the bus stop with her legs just slightly spread. Her pussy was just damp enough to see, dew-y, and her nipples were hard in the morning chill.
His cock went up right away. Still burning red, he walked past the three guys and leaned against the bus stop beside her. She was casually flicking through her phone, occasionally reaching between her legs and stroking her clit before pulling her fingers up and licking them clean. Another scroll, another flick –
“Uh, do you want to…”
He tilted his hips toward her, and she looked up from her phone. She chuckled.
“What, fuck before the bus gets here?”
“…yeah?”
“Get real. No time, and besides, I don’t even know you.”
“But –”
“Bus is coming,” Harvey said, the donkey getting to his feet and setting that thick cock to swinging in the process.
As everyone leaned away to avoid being cock-smacked and formed a line, Chance ended up at the very back. He gritted his teeth in raw annoyance as he realized that he’d made the same mistake again. Nobody knew him, or was particularly close to him, so even with exhibitionism being a public thing, nobody was going to just do it because he wanted it.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Why is this thing so picky?
Shaking his head as he followed the other four onto the bus, Chance did his best not to immediately start fantasizing as he paid his fare and looked down the aisle. There were naked males and females all the way to the back, some his age, some much older, including a saggy-looking bull that leaned over a cane with a pair of balls that ran halfway to his knees and a sheath buried beneath his belly-fat. He kept his eyes up and went to the back of the bus, taking one of the few empty seats as his dick twitched and throbbed against his stomach.
It was still thrilling to be naked, he couldn’t deny that. There was something about everyone seeing him like this that still made him hot and hard, but…well, without someone to do something about it, it felt like he was missing out. Particularly when he saw partners and couples giving each other handjobs here and there, friends giving a little bit of oral, or – in one case – a mouse sitting on a rat’s cock and riding his partner, bouncing and fucking himself raw.
There’s gotta be a way to get into this without having to go the long way around…
Chance leaned back in the bus seat, staring up at the roof of the vibrating, cheap and rattly vehicle. College was going to be an interesting day; if he was getting this horny just being naked in public, how was he going to feel when he saw people fucking each other?
God, what if the professors are fucking the students this time?
A shiver ran down his spine. He had a feeling that a great deal of secrets were going to come spilling out of the college population today. Maybe he’d get lucky if one of those happened to be a crush on him or something…
The End
Summary: Kink-Vember the 8th. The Life Modding entry continues to a part 2, with a pending part 3. Enjoy some exhibitionism.