Lord Shen, from Kung Fu Panda

Josh’s favourite Kung Fu Panda movie was the second one. It wasn’t because he was particularly interested in the plot or in the character development; it was the main villain, Lord Shen, the peacock with a fireworks fetish and continent-spanning ambition, that caught and held his interest.

In retrospect, there may have been some darker reasons behind his interest in the elegant and psychotic bird, but by now he was certainly a fan of Shen’s, in more way than one.

So when he saw the peacock’s face staring out from one of the squares, there wasn’t much doubt in Josh’s heart. “I want Shen.” He said, and the square expanded to fill nearly his entire field of view, before splitting to reveal Fursona again. The virtual avatar’s muscles had already slimmed down into a lean martial artist’s build, and its – well, his now – muzzle was narrowing down into a beak while a tail fanned out behind him, red circles already forming on it. His legs developed the [scales?] of a bird’s limbs, with the steel fighting claws on his feet – not just reusing other character models, then – as his arms reached out and took a silk robe out of thin air, putting it over his body in a whirl of white fabric – Josh could spot several knives hidden inside it. For a moment, Josh could see Shen’s cock, and he still seemed to be about average for a furry, before adjusted his robes to hide it and looked Josh right in the eye despite being about a foot shorter.

“Thank you for choosing a Virtual Furry Dream service. You may ask me about programmed scenarios or a free experience.” Shen said, his face utterly expressionless – unanimated, even – before the character mode kicked in and his face came to life, beak opening in a slight gasp, his eyes flicking down from Josh’s face and one wing coming up to rub the back of his head before he realized he was with someone. His gaze flicked right back up, staring into Josh’s eyes as he straightened up and made a preening motion.

“Yes, yes, all of that. And I’d thank you for choosing me specifically, but let’s face it, I was the only option of any quality. So, shall we get on to your… entertainment?” The peacock asks, scowling slightly as he says the final word.