“Would I what?” Martin stared at the foxy woman.

“Would you like to have sex with me?” the Firefox repeated guilelessly.

Competing instincts warred in Martin’s head (and other parts). On the one hand, there was something weird about her, and she’d driven off Jessie, who he’d been after for weeks. But on the other…she really did look hawt, in an animé-foxmorph-webbrowsery kind of way. In the end, he was a teenager, without enough blood in his hormonestream to say anything but, “Sure!”

“Great!” the Firefox said. “Just a moment.” She accessed medical databases and the Human Genome Project for the necessary data to simulate a human body in precise detail, so she could analyze the effects of this ritual upon it. Every computer on the Internet suffered an average 4% decrease in performance as the Firefox drew on their processing power for the simulation. Then she viewed a hundred randomly-selected pr0n movies and analyzed them for common methods and techniques.

The Firefox turned to Martin. “Let’s begin.”