May The Be With You

Allie had been calm 30 minutes ago. Now, not so much, she was nervous, but excited. She had thought up an idea while browsing through the store yesterday, but didn’t have the time to plan all the details. Thank God for Freya. I don’t think I would be ready in time otherwise. Allie was in the shower, making sure she looked her best, which was an unusual experience with her new ears and tail.

When she was done, Freya had laid out a set of clothes for her to change into and had gone to purchase something from the BP store for her. Okay, Allie, you got this, you’re his fiancée. So, what if most of the other girls are prettier and more exciting than you? Gah, I need to stop thinking like that. Mark loves me. He isn’t going to replace me. He even said he loves me and wants to be with me yesterday. So what if you have to share him with eight others? They are kind of hot, and I am sure that Mark would enjoy watching me make out with them. Yep, there are some upsides to this situation. As Allie reassured herself, she dried her hair and now fur and brushed out both.

It was at this point that Freya came into the room. “Young miss, I have returned with the requested items from the shop, along with booking the time with the activity you were looking to do with Mark. Though you are essentially out of BP now.”

-400 BP General Store Purchase

-2000BP Virtual Reality Gaming Platform Rental

2475 BP -> 75BP

“That’s okay, Mark is going to love this.” I hope. “So how do I look?” Freya looked her over and nodded.

“Adequate.”

“Adequate.” Allie sighed, “Just what every girl wants to hear. Sure, you’re good enough. You’ll do.”

“I apologize; I did not mean offense. My speech, I have been told, is often blunt or overly precise. Please allow me to correct my previous response. You look breedable. I am sure Mark will want you tonight.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“You are most welcome. I took the liberty of telling Mark where and when to meet you as I went to the BP store.”

“Perfect. Now I just need to get out of my own head.”

“Young Miss, might I make a comment and a suggestion?”

“Sure, Freya, you don’t have to ask me if you can give me advice.”

“Thank you, I know you are anxious and remember you said you and Mark have had a fairly extended dry spell. I don’t think you have any reason to be concerned, and I would consider not mentioning those potions unless you were already going to do what their purpose is intended for. I suppose it is actually two suggestions I wanted to make, that was the first. The second, I might suggest, assuming Chloe is willing to go ask her for either one or two of her candies. For either you and or Mark to take. They might be a better option than the item you purchased.”

“But I don’t know what they do.”

“That is true, but also why I am suggesting this. You are concerned that you are old news, and Mark is going to upgrade to a newer and better version. While I do agree Mark is going to love your date, it is very both of you. It is also still fundamentally something you have done with him before, whereas Chloe’s candies are sure to be at least somewhat of a surprise. The choice is yours, of course.”

“Do you think she would even let me have two?”

“Probably, miss. She isn’t particularly looking forward to having to test them, so having someone ask her for them will probably go over fairly well.”

Fair enough, I guess. Allie decided to shoot a quick message to Chloe.

Allie: Hey, Chloe, would it be alright for me to get a pair of your candies? I was considering using them on my date tonight with Mark.

Chloe: Sure, but if you want a pair it has to be the cockolate bunnies or the milked dumbs. Merida and I are planning on taking the Hot Tatamales together later this week. But I could give you one of those if you wanted to try it out let us know how it goes.

Allie: Can I get a pair of the Milked Dumbs and a Hot Tatamales?

Chloe: Sure, meet at the fountain for a hand off?

Allie: Perfect. Thank you so much.

“You were right, thanks for the idea, Freya.”

“I live to serve, young miss,” Freya responded with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Well, no point in waiting, thank you for all your help. I’m going to be off.” To the surprise of Freya, Allie hugged her before leaving to meet Chloe at the fountain.

When Allie stepped out of the portal, she saw Chloe already waiting there.

“Here you go, Allie, now that comes to three-fiddy.” Chloe playfully teased the woman.

“What are you, the goddamn Loch Ness monster?” They both chuckled. “Seriously, do I owe you anything?”

“Part of me wants to say yes, to see how the boon works, but this could either be a tiny or huge favor, so no, you owe me nothing. Instead, how about a trade? I want you to take a Milked Dumbs now, and you tell me any effects that any of the candies have on you or Mark tomorrow, I need details because apparently Cassandra wasn’t kidding about having to make a report.”

“But… It could really mess up my date, I was thinking about taking them after Mark and I went to his room for the night, you know, for some fun.”

“Hmm, that’s fair. How about this, then you have to make sure all three are gone by midnight, instead?”

“I guess I can do that.”

“Perfect, have fun.” Chloe strode back through the portal, wanting to get back to Aubrey.

I guess I have an interesting night ahead of me. She put the candies in her purse, alongside the potions she had purchased. Then headed off to meet Mark.

Mark was waiting outside the building where he was supposed to meet Allie. He was pretty sure he was on time, checking his phone to confirm he was. So where is Allie? He waited a few more minutes and was just about to call her when she came around the corner.

“Sorry, I hope you weren’t waiting too long. Last-minute thing, Freya suggested. Took slightly longer than I thought it would.”

“Oh? Care to share?”

“Nuh uh, mister. It’s a surprise for later.” She gave him a wink.

“So, what exactly is the plan for tonight. I wasn’t really told anything.”

“Well, I was originally going to go with the plans we had already made for the weekend. Stay up real late playing video games, but then I realized Cassandra has magic and the multiverse to pull from. So I checked if she might have some really cool video game options.” She led Mark inside the fairly large building. Where he saw a set of ten very large spheres suspended a bit off the ground. With a door on either side of the room, one having men's and the other ladies on a placard. “Like, say the ability to go into the games themselves.”

“Wait, really? That’s awesome.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. So, there are haptic suits in the side rooms that we need to wear in order to use the spheres. After that, we each get into our own sphere to go into the game. So see you back here in a minute, okay.” So they each went to their respective rooms to get changed. Inside, Allie found 16 different haptic suits, each one different in proportions. It took her a minute, but she eventually found one that fit her; it even had a hole for her tail. She put it on and went back out to join Mark so they could get into some games.

Allie came back to the room and found Mark checking out one of the spheres. Dang, does his butt look good in that. “Hey there, ready for some fun?” Mark turned around to respond and then saw Allie in the skintight haptic suit and lost his train of thought. Now that is the response I was hoping for. “Hey now, the fun is supposed to happen inside the spheres, not out here. And who knows, maybe the bedroom later.”

God, she is such a tease. “Okay, fine, I promise I won’t pin you to the floor here and ravish you,” figuring it was only fair to tease her back. “So what are we playing?”

“Well I don’t really know I told Freya, what types of games both of us liked playing and she said that she and Cassandra would pick out of few recommendations for each genre, Also they said that due to time dilation and stuff we should be able to complete three games during our date, assuming we don’t suck too bad, or if the game doesn’t have a fixed ending like a fighting game we can play it for 3 hours. But they thought it would kill the fun if we wanted to play an RPG and go cut off halfway through a playthrough. They said that we can pick the game once we are inside.”

“Okay, shall we?” Allie went ahead and got into the sphere across from the one Mark was by in response. She opened it up and saw a small platform with a place marked to put her feet. She went ahead and got into position as the sphere closed and the interior lit up with a soft light. A red beam scanned the interior top to bottom with an extremely cherry robotic voice, saying “~Calibrating sweetie~ just hold on a tick. Alright, you’re just about all set. Please try to hold still for this next part.”

Which was when she felt something lock around her feet and ankles, and she saw multiple rings shoot out from the sides of the sphere, locking around her waist, upper thighs, upper arms and wrists and then the floor fell away leaving her supported by the metallic feet coverings and the rings for balance. While they felt a little odd, the rings weren’t really restrictive; rather, they seemed to provide support and balance while essentially floating in the middle of the sphere. Even her feet didn’t seem locked in place. “Alright, have fun and ~Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do~ and I’ll see you inside,” the voice ended playfully. Leaving Allie a little confused with that last comment, as her world went black for a second and then it appeared like she was in a white void with the word Loading floating in front of her no matter which way she looked.

Mark appeared next to her a moment later, and then a female android with long red hair tied in twin tails and what seemed like a black dress appeared in front of them.

“~Hiya~ I’m ASTRID, the Automated Servant Trained for Repetition, Intimacy, and Domestication. I’m here to help facilitate Allie’s request for an interactive virtual experience designed through repeated play to boost emotional intimacy, by overcoming challenges and living out fantasies together!”

“I’m pretty sure I just asked to play video games with Mark.”

“That is what I said, is it not? Now, while I have a very wide selection of games, I have the selection from Cassandra and Freya that they thought you might like based on your preferences. Please feel free to pursue the list.”

Cassandra’s recommendations

Boner Gate 4: The Fucking Realms (RPG)

Sims: Homemaker Edition (LifeSim)

Climax Legends (FPS)

Freya’s recommendations

Love Love Revolution: Dance your way into his heart. (Rhythm)

We Came Here (Puzzles)

Deep Cock, Cosmic: Temptation, Titillation, Tentacles (Mining/Exploration/FPS)

“What is with these game titles?” Allie exclaimed, “Do you have anything that isn’t completely sexual?” Though she was tempted to try out the Sims game that Cassandra recommended.

“Sorry, Love. If I had known ahead of time, I would have told you to expect this. But it slipped my mind finding out at the last minute. But they do probably have normal games too. Can I make a selection for the first game?”

“Sure, as long as it isn’t one of these. Something normal, please.”

“Okay. ASTRID, right? Do you have a Star Wars type game where we would play as Jedi? And not sexualized.”

“Of course, here is the selection.” ASTRID displayed the list, a little disappointed at Mark’s last comment.”

“Here we go, Jedi Knights: The Old Republic. Looks like a KOTOR style game, but co-op should be fun.”

The game booted up, and they found themselves in a training hall, both in Jedi robes with a lightsaber at their hip. Allie was less pleased when she found that Mark’s robes were a more traditional Jedi robe, not overly bulky but also not form-fitting. Unlike hers, which seemed to be skintight.

It was at that point that they heard an explosion off in the distance. With a Republic trooper running into the room, saying. “Master Jedi, the Sith Empire was just detected in orbit, and they began to attack the research facility. Commander Leto ordered me to get you the data on our research and requested that you and your padawan take it back to Coruscant. It contains information on how to improve **** sensitivity in youths; if they get their hands on this, it would be disastrous for the Republic. It doesn’t seem like we will be able to hold the facility, so the Commander is preparing for an evacuation. She asked that you take one of the escape shuttles in the hangars, while we try to make a distraction for you and the others to escape.” He handed Mark a data disk. “Move swiftly and may The **** be with you.” And he ran off the way he came in.

“I’m your padawan…” Allie said with her brow creased.

“Oh, come now, my young apprentice, I have much to teach you before you have fully learned the ways of The ****.” Mark joked. “In seriousness, it is probably just a way the game makers allowed for a single-player game to go multiplayer, like your character would be AI-controlled without a second player.”

“Fine, I guess that makes sense, especially if this is supposed to be a real game. But why am I in a skintight robe when you are in more practical ones?” She said as she gestured to her clothing.

“Oh, that is probably Cassandra’s doing, like uploading a texture mod or something, I bet, making all the female characters be in skintight or scantily clad outfits, to appeal to the audience.”

“Great. I guess if that is the case, we both get some eye candy at least.”

“There you go, now it seems we are supposed to go this way,” Mark pointed off towards one of the exits.

And so, they played through the game; the tutorial was simple enough, teaching them the combat system, how to use and enhance **** powers, the menu interface, and the like. Allie grumbled that Mark got a few extra points to distribute, being the “Main Character” and a full Jedi. Though it quickly evened out after playing for a bit. They were having a blast, and all the cool lightsaber tricks and uses were fun to figure out. The storyline was great, too. They got on a shuttle, but during their escape, their ship was damaged, and after they entered light speed, one of their engines exploded. They ended up crash-landing on a Mandalorian controlled world. They had to fight through the jungle and either defeat or befriend some of the Mandalorians. They chose the latter option, thinking that they might get a companion out of it.

Turned out that wasn’t the case. But they were able to get themselves a ship and a star chart. The only problem was that the ship wasn’t a long-range one, so they hopped from world to world, having to refuel or repair on each. While they solved problems caused by the Sith Empire on each planet. Starting on the second planet, they were chased by the really hot Sith woman, whom they would inevitably clash with on each planet and escape from. There was clearly some morality system in place. Though it wasn’t shown explicitly, they could tell, as what **** powers they could use and how much they cost changed depending upon what actions they had taken.

Realizing this fairly quickly, Allie asked Mark which way they wanted to play. “Look, I think most of the cool powers are going to be locked behind not being pure good, life **** lightning. Want to do an evil playthrough or at least a grey knight playthrough?”

“I was mostly thinking we just do what we feel is right for each quest, but I would be okay with tapping into the dark side a bit more, if you want.”

Allie pumped her fist in excitement. “I always wanted to shoot **** lightning,” she said, extending out her fingers to shoot the lightning, but didn’t have that power yet.

They didn’t go full dark side, as there were some quests where they thought the dark side choice was just stupid for or cruel to be cruel, but where they didn’t really care one way or the other, Mark let Allie choose the dark side path. Eventually, the story led to them getting captured and taken to a remote Sith base, where they had to escape and retrieve the data disk before it could be transmitted back to the Empire. This is, of course, where the final boss battle was, and they faced Darth Lamenia in a final confrontation. But at the beginning of this was where things turned interesting.

Darth Lamenia spoke, “I have seen what your actions have wrought as I pursued you. Join me, embrace the dark side. It is clear neither of you are true believers in the Jedi Order.”

Mark could feel something trying to push him to accept, to give in, but he resisted. I guess it isn’t a choice if you went too dark side of a route. Oh. Shit. Mark looked over at Allie and saw a glazed look in her eyes. “Allie, snap out of it.” But she couldn't, she must have failed a check, and the game wouldn’t allow her to.

“I see your dear apprentice has chosen to accept. Come here, my dear.” Allie walked forward as Mark tried to stop her; an energy barrier shot up between them. “Now, now can’t have you interrupting the two of us, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your disciple. Let’s see if you can survive on your own. If you do come join us, I’m sure it will be a fun reunion.”

They walked out of the room they were in. I guess I am supposed to find a way around and rescue her. Which was when the ambush came in behind him. He spent a bit less than an hour fighting through enemies to get back to Darth Lamenia and Allie.

But he found Allie in a new attire far more befitting of a Sith Apprentice, when Darth Lamenia spoke. “Now, Allie, be a dear and show your Master the benefits of the dark side of the ****.”

Her lightsabers extended, and they clashed. During which, Allie began to speak, and Mark couldn’t tell how much was her and how much was scripted dialogue.

“Master, please join us. Join me.” She pleaded as their lightsabers were pressed together. And then jumped back. “I have so much more power now, it is incredible. Join me, then we can be together. I know you care about me. More than a Master should. I love you; that is something the Jedi cannot have. Please join me. I don’t want to have to kill you.”

Mark had considered it for a moment, thinking it could go in a fun direction, but also was concerned it wasn’t really Allie in control. “No. This isn’t you, you're being manipulated.”

“Very well.” And they clashed. Mark was not doing too great. Allie had always been better at fighting and hack-and-slash games than him, and apparently, she was at least somewhat in control, or the game was really helping her a lot. It was partway through the fight when she used a **** push that knocked him against the arena’s edge, where his lightsaber went flying, and Allie jumped on top of him, straddling his waist, holding her red lightsaber to his throat. Then she kissed him passionately.

+2 VP Kiss the Master (-1VP Penalty previous relationship)

“Don’t worry, it’s me in here, just playing along.” She whispered in his ear. Then continued normally, “I love you, Master, please join me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Mark, not seeing a reason to object, accented, and Allie turned off her lightsaber and began to make out with him.

“I am glad you were able to see reason, Mark,” Darth Lamenia intoned, “I have a mission for the two of you later. But for now go enjoy yourself, I’ll have one of my underlings show you to a room where you can have some bonding time.” They were led to a room where they made out for a few minutes.

“So it really is you in there? No Jedi mind tricks.”

“I mean, I was able to choose different options, I was still in control of myself, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Well, if you hadn’t accepted my offer, that would have been game over for you; I would have killed your character. I couldn’t simply come back to the light side unless you defeated me or were particularly persuasive. But I didn’t have to play it like I did; I could have just fought you.”

“Okay, glad to hear that. I was concerned for a second that Cassandra might have actually put real **** Mind Control in the game and messed with your head.”

“Yeah, I figured that might be the case, which is why I didn’t bother trying to convince you until after I had beaten you.”

“~Hello there players~, sorry to interrupt, but I was told that this is the endpoint for this game’s session. There are sequels that you can come back and play or just straight continue with, though it will cost you one of your three game slots, but once you leave that room, you’ll be back in the system menu, with me. Feel free to have some steamy ****-assisted sex in there ~if you want though~.” ASTRID’s cheery voice echoed all around them from seemingly nowhere.

Mark looked at Allie curiously. “No, not yet. I want to play games first, but don’t worry, I have something fun planned for later. Because you are definitely going to fuck me silly later, okay?”

“Oh, well, now that isn’t fair, how am I supposed to concentrate on the games knowing of the titillating after party?”

“Well, duh, that’s why I told you. To give me an edge because I know what game I want to play next.”

They returned to the menu area where ASTRID was waiting for them. “Hope you had fun. It is a shame you were not more intimate, but ~repetition is key~, after all. Do you know what game you would like to play next?”

“Yep, Love, Love, Revolution.” Allie excitedly replied.

“Wait, really, you know that is going to have some weirdness to it, right?”

“So what? Mark, this might all be strange and weird and not at all what I ever thought our relationship would turn out like, but I love you, and you love me. If the game makes that stronger, that is okay with me; if it makes us horny as a senior on prom night, that is fine too. I want you tonight, and you are going to entertain that want, do you understand Mister?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he told her with a mock salute, neither of them noticing that ASTIRD had already loaded up the game.

They found themselves in a large dance hall, with what were likely lifelike NPCs mingling around the hall. With a prompt appearing in front of them.

Pick a Mode: Single Player, Co-op, VS.

“Okay, so Co-op or VS.?”

“Let’s start with VS. Like I said, I was distracting you.”

“Okay.” Mark selected the option, then got a prompt to pick a song and difficulty. “Any song you would like? And the difficulty?”

“They got ‘Everybody Dance Now’? And you know I want to be on Expert or whatever the highest is, you might have me beat in FPS, strategy, and ARPG skills, but you know rhythm games are my jam. I won’t mind if you decide to go on an easier difficulty as long as it isn’t the lowest.”

“Are you sure about that? Some of the difficulties s—”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Mark selected Sensual Caress for himself and Climax for Allie. Well, she did ask for this; maybe she will learn to listen to the explanation of the rules for once.

They moved into their positions on the dance floor and could instinctively know how they were supposed to move, but doing that was another story. Because it wasn’t just stepping on squares in time, but a full-body motion required, and they quickly saw an arousal meter materialize above and between the two of them. It was currently set at the middle placement. Oh, shit, I’m screwed, aren’t I? Her being on a higher difficulty probably means her moves are worth more points.

Ready, 3! 2! 1! Start. The beginning of ‘Everybody Dance Now’ started playing. They began to move, and to Mark’s surprise and Allie’s growing frustration, the arousal bar was filling up in her direction pretty fast. Partially because Mark did not totally suck, and he was on a fairly low difficulty and was actually making the moves mostly accurately. The other part was that Allie, being on the hardest setting, had little margin for error, and every mistake moved the bar in her direction, which compounded as she actually felt the arousal in her body grow.

The bar finally reached the end of her side, and then the room went red and an announcer shouted ~CLIMAX!~, and Allie fell to the floor, and lay on her back moaning, “YES! OH GOD YES!” writhing in ecstasy.

+1 VP Display orgasm for Master (-1VP Penalty previous relationship) Net +0

Continue dancing to keep your opponent in a state of climax. Seeing that Mark was half-tempted to stop. Only half tempted, though. Allie seems to be enjoying herself, and she hates it when someone takes it easy on her in a game. So, Mark did his best, and he managed to last the remaining minute and a half of the song. WINNER! PLAYER 1!

Allie remained lying on the floor for a minute, just panting.

“Want to hear about the difficulty settings now? Or should I just queue up another song and keep you down there?”

“You wouldn’t!”

“You're right, but the idea is tempting. Want to lower the difficulty and do a co-op dance? I’ll pick the song this time.”

Mark looked through to see if they had the song he was looking for, and it seemed they had just about everything. Mark selected the song they were dancing to, where he proposed to Allie. He offered her his hand. “Shall we?” Allie took it to stand, and Mark moved them into the position for a waltz. Then their favorite rendition of ‘For The Dancing and The Dreaming’ began to play.

As they began to dance, she realized what song Mark had picked and started to have tears of joy well up in her eyes. She always loved this song, and then Mark had proposed at the end of it; it was now her favorite. They began to sing along with the duet as they moved around the floor. Each step, each motion, every word made Allie’s heart soar with affection and arousal. At the end of it, she felt amazing. How could I have ever thought that he would lose interest in me? Even if I have to share, he’s mine, and I’m his. She just lay her head against Mark’s chest. Mark holding her in his arms.

“I love you, Allie. I hope you know that. We are getting married, and we are going to do all the things we planned. So, our family might end up a bit bigger than we imagined, but that is what it will be. A family. Huh, I just realized we should probably ask Cassandra about timing. We were only a few months out, don’t know how that will work exactly. But it will happen, and I am not going to accept anything less than you being my brilliant, loving, nerdy wife who I fell in love with.”

“Thank you, I didn’t realize just how much I was worrying about you losing interest in me because I was who you had settled with and now—.” He flicked her forehead. “Hey, what was that for?”

“You can be a dummy sometimes. I didn’t settle for you. Do you really think I would have stayed after you rejected my proposal twice if I were settling? I want you. I sort of just want to head back to the bedroom right now and ravish you to show you that. But we can keep playing if you want, and then I can show you how much I desire you later.”

Allie bit her lip in consideration. “Let’s keep playing this game for a bit, and I’ll get back to you on skipping the final one.” So, they kept dancing in co-op, setting a few high scores in the process. But mostly they just enjoyed being with one another, and the effect of the game made them euphoric. After another hour of dancing, they were beginning to get tired, which they thought was odd, since this was a video game. Then, Allie realized, we must actually be moving our bodies in the sphere, so we actually did all the exercise for real. “I think we should take a break, do something else for a little bit.”

“Sure, should I take us back to the menu or just rest here for a sec?”

“The menu, I don’t think I could do another dance right now.”

“~Welcome back!~ Oh, Allie, your expression during your climax is just so adorable. And your guys’ duet and dancing, oh, how splendid. So, are you going for another game?”

Mark looked at Allie. It was her night after all. “I think that depends. I am feeling kind of tired at the moment, but I didn’t feel like this after the first game. Will this get worse if we pick another game where we have to be active, like say Climax Legends for example, if we are going to feel tired from running around and shooting, I think we are done, but if we aren’t, then I would like to play some more.”

“It does depend on the game, obviously, but for the most part, you should be fine and not feel fatigued. For rhythm games, personal fatigue and stamina are a part of the game, so we didn’t remove that. But in other games, you should only get fatigued as part of a mechanic in-game.”

“Okay, then I say let’s do another.”

“Okay, anything in particular you want to play?”

“Well, and hear me out here. I was sort of thinking we might give the Sims: Homemaker Edition a try, but I understand if you would rather do something else. We Came Here is probably a sexy spin on the escape room game franchise if you don’t want to do the Sims.”

“How would the Sims even work? Like, isn't the whole point to make a sim and have it live its life and like guide it somewhat?” Mark questioned ASTRID.

“~Sooo~ Mark, it is quite simple. Each of you will make a Sim either for yourself or for each other. You can design quite a bit too, like when your Sims end up meeting and whatnot, and then we have you experience the highlights of their simulated life together, isn’t that fun?”

“Hard Pass,” Mark responded to the inquiry. “I don’t need or want to experience a fake life together with Allie, especially one where we aren’t actually in control.”

“Oh, ~that’s a shame~. You sure? You could set it up with exact scans from the moment before you two were brought on the show.”

“You mean we could see what our life together would have been like without Harem Hotel?” Allie was slightly giddy imagining being Mark’s wife, even if only in a simulation.

“The answer is no.” Mark said flatly, “Stop asking. I don’t need a what might have been. I want Allie, and I am looking forward to discovering our future together ourselves, not watching a play of our lives happen. Especially if it is just the ‘highlights’ as you put it. I don’t think Cassandra was trying to trick us or anything, Allie, with that suggestion, but this is probably what she had in mind when making it.”

“Then why not? It sounds great.”

“The thing is, I don’t think Cassandra knows how it would have worked out for this version of us, just some versions of us. Regardless, I see it as a lose-lose situation. We do it and find out we could have had a wonderful life together without the show, a family, kids, happily growing old together. Then we would be bitter and angry that it was taken from us because we intend to have kids, but the kids in the simulation won’t be ours, but we will probably feel their loss. Alternatively, we find out that it wouldn’t have worked out. Sure, we get married, but 10 years later, we have a bitter divorce or just a loveless marriage. And we come out realizing that we weren’t as compatible as we thought, and remember we would experience, the highlights, which would probably include the emotions. So absolutely not.”

“Okay that, that’s a good point.” Allie let out a deflated sigh. “Sorry, it sort of feels like I spoiled the mood by pushing on this. Maybe it would just be better if we were done.”

“Allie, I’m sorry if what I said made you feel like that, but I did need to explain it. I’ve been having a great time. Let's play something else, after all, I was very explicitly told you were to be fucked silly later, and that isn’t going to happen if you’re feeling down. So, pick a game, Allie, just not a Sims game.”

She took a look at the catalog and was about to pick We Came Here when she noticed another game right underneath it, We Came Here: The Honeymoon Hotel. Hmmmm it could be a sequel though… and Mark really likes to play games in order. I guess I’ll have to remember it for another day. She chose We Came Here, and it booted up.

“~Welcome, Lovelies.~ To my enchanted castle. I am the temptress. I just love turning naive, reserved couples into depraved sluts willing to do anything sexual. But there is no fun if you don’t have a chance. So I have given each of you a way to talk with the other. But fail to get out in 3 hours, and I think I might just keep you as a permanent part of my collection.”

Mark found himself in a room alone with an earpiece on. “Allie, can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I am in a room with a bunch of sex toys. What about you?”

“A study of some sort, lots of books, a table with chairs, and some sort of control panel. Hang on a second, there's a note.” You can’t progress until she does. “Looks like we have to solve your room first. I bet I have some books to help, or the control panel does something in your room. Look around.” With that, they began to tackle the problems one at a time, with them finally getting the last lock off the door at around 25 minutes in.

“Mark the door won’t budge. The locks are off, but it looks like it has a control to open it of some kind.”

“Give me a sec. Okay, yeah found a bit here, there should be a wire leading from the door to a chair. I have a switch that will open the door as long as the chair is occupied. If it isn’t occupied, the door will start to shut.”

“Um, there are three wires, Red, Blue, Green.”

“Hmm, I think any of them work. I have switches in each color, too. I just have to match your color, I think.” So, Allie followed the wires and wasn’t thrilled when she found which three chairs they attached to.

“You're sure they are chairs. And not sex toys?”

“Uh, it says chairs. Why?”

“Well, one’s a saddle with a dildo, one has a head restraint with a lever that I am sure will swing down when you press the button that will most certainly face fuck me. The last has a hole in the bottom with a metal dildo attached to the end of a pole.”

“Uh, I understand if you want to stop. That seems like a lot.”

On one hand, she did want to stop, not really looking forward to any of the options; on the other hand, she did want to play the sequel. Mark probably wouldn’t play if I chicken out on this one. “I think I’ll just ride the saddle. It should be fine, not like I haven’t taken a vibrating dildo before, just think of it as foreplay.”

“Okay, tell me when you are in position.”

Allie walked over and situated herself over the dildo and slowly went down on it. She could feel the pleasure as it went inside. I wonder if there is an actual dildo inside of me right now or not. Who am I kidding? There probably is. “Okay, I’m ready. I’ll let you know when you can stop with the switch.”

Mark flipped the switch, and the saddle began to vibrate and thrust inside her as the door slowly opened. Mark could hear Allie panting through the earpiece, finding himself very turned on. “Mark, could you stop for a second?” To which he readily complied. The door began shutting much quicker than it opened. But there should be plenty of time to go through if it were fully open. “Crap, that’s what I wanted to check. Looks like it closes twice to three times as fast as it opens. Which means it will need to be all the way open.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, let’s find out, but I might not have the ability to pass this one. And I don’t fancy the other two seats, so if after two attempts I don’t make it through, I’m going to give up, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll start opening the door again. Tell me when to stop.” Pressing the switch again, Allie began to moan once more. The longer the switch was pressed, the faster the dildo thrusted and vibrated.

Mark could hear Allie panting through the earpiece once again. The vibrations intensified, the thrusting grew faster, more insistent. Allie gasped, trying to focus on the slowly widening gap of the door, but the pleasure was building rapidly, clouding her thoughts.

“Almost… there… Mark… door’s opening…” she managed, but her voice was breathy, strained. The door reached its fully open state with a click. “NOW! Stop!”

Mark stopped the switch. The saddle went still. Allie tried to jump off, but her legs felt weak, shaky from the unexpected intensity. She stumbled, catching herself, but precious seconds were lost. The door was already sliding shut, far too quickly. “No, no, wait!” she cried, lunging for it, but it slammed closed before she could reach it. “Damn it!” she cursed, panting against the sealed portal.

“You okay?” Mark asked, concern in his voice.

“Yeah— yeah, just— that was stronger than I expected,” Allie admitted, regaining her composure slightly. “And the door closes fast. Okay, let’s try again. I need to be ready to move the instant you stop it.”

“Alright, tell me when.” Mark braced himself.

“Okay… ready. Hit it!”

Mark flipped the switch again. The saddle roared back to life, thrusting faster, vibrating harder than before. Allie bit back a scream, determined this time. She watched the door, trying to ignore the overwhelming sensations building within her. Deeper, faster, relentless waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Almost… almost open… Keep going… Ngh!” The pleasure became too much. Her focus shattered as a powerful climax seized her body. She cried out Mark’s name, collapsing onto the saddle, legs trembling uncontrollably, completely lost in the throes of her orgasm.

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Mark heard her cry out and immediately stopped the switch, but it was too late. The door had fully opened, but Allie was in no condition to move, still shaking and moaning softly from the intensity of her release. He watched helplessly through his connection as the door slid shut once more, sealing her in.

A minute passed before Allie’s breathing evened out slightly. “Mark…” she said, her voice thick with spent pleasure and frustration. “Mark, I… I couldn’t… It was too much. I can’t get past it like this.” She sighed heavily. “Okay. Okay, I give up. On this game, anyway. Not forever. I will beat this stupid saddle puzzle eventually, but… not tonight. Can we just… call it?”

Mark felt a pang of disappointment – he’d wanted to see how the game ended – but was mostly relieved that Allie was okay, albeit overwhelmed. “Yeah, absolutely. No problem. You did great getting this far, that puzzle was bullshit anyway.” He paused. “Ready to head back for real then? I think we’ve earned it.”

Allie managed a weak chuckle. “More than ready. Let’s get out of here.”

They navigated the game’s menu to exit. As the simulation faded, ASTRID’s voice chirped one last time through the sphere’s speakers. “~Thank you for playing!~ I do hope you both found the experience… stimulating. Remember, ~repetition builds intimacy~. Have a wonderful evening, you two~!”

The floor of the sphere raised slowly, and then the rings disengaged. Mark stepped out easily, stretching. Allie emerged a moment later, but her legs felt like jelly after the intense climaxes that she received during Love Love Revolution and the saddle puzzle. She took a wobbly step and nearly stumbled.

“Whoa there,” Mark said, quickly moving to support her. “Guess that last puzzle took more out of you than I thought.”

“Yeah,” Allie admitted, leaning on him slightly. “Legs aren’t quite cooperating right now. Thanks.”

They walked slowly to their respective changing rooms, Mark keeping a supportive arm around Allie’s waist. They changed out of the haptic suits, stowing them back where they found them. Allie still felt unsteady as they exited the building.

“Need a hand getting to the carriage?” Mark asked gently.

“Please,” Allie nodded, gratefully accepting his support again as they walked towards the edge of the town where the transport waited.

Hilde was perched atop the driver’s seat of an ornate carriage, looking surprisingly alert for the late hour. “Evenin’, Bossman! Miss Allie! Looks like you had quite the workout. Need a lift back to the love nest?” she chirped, giving them a knowing wink.

“Yes, please, Hilde,” Mark said, helping Allie carefully into the carriage before climbing in himself.

“You got it! Hold on tight, this magical carriage is headin’ straight for the pleasure palace!” With surprising swiftness, the carriage whisked them up the path toward the glittering Rose-Crowned Court. The ride was smooth, and Allie leaned her head against Mark’s shoulder, the earlier frustration fading into comfortable exhaustion and anticipation.

The carriage pulled up smoothly before the grand entrance. Freya stood waiting, her expression as serene as ever. “Welcome back, Master Mark, Young Miss Allie. I trust your virtual excursions were… eventful.”

“You could say that, Freya,” Mark replied, helping Allie out.

“Dinner will be served in your suite momentarily, Sir,” Freya informed them. “I took the liberty of arranging a light but nourishing meal, anticipating you might have other activities planned for the remainder of the evening.” She gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod towards Allie. “I shall leave you to it. Please let me know if you require anything further.” With a polite bow, Freya seemingly vanished back into the Court’s interior.

Mark guided Allie into the magnificent bedroom suite. As they closed the doors behind them, they saw an elegantly set table near the seating area by the large windows, laden with covered silver dishes that smelled delicious.

“Magic dinner service, gotta love it,” Mark chuckled.

“Definitely beats cooking after… well, after that,” Allie agreed, her legs feeling a bit more stable now. They sat down and enjoyed the meal – perfectly cooked fish, steamed vegetables, and a light, fruity dessert. They ate mostly in comfortable silence, the shared experience of the games and the anticipation for what came next hanging pleasantly in the air.

Once dinner was cleared away, disappearing as magically as it arrived, Allie stretched, a languid, lupine movement that caught Mark’s eye. The fatigue was gone, replaced by anticipation and a simmering desire. She walked over to her purse, a determined glint back in her eyes.

“Okay, mister. Dinner was lovely. But now… time for dessert.” She retrieved the candies. “One Hot Tatamales, and two Milked Dumbs. I agreed with Chloe to use them by midnight. And… the potions.” She held up the vials. “For vigor. Because I definitely need it now.”

Mark downed the potion and immediately felt energized. “Always prepared. So, which first?”

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“Let’s move to the bed first. Let’s try the Tatamale first, shall we?” Allie popped the red, pill-like candy into her mouth. An intense wave of heat immediately washed over her, centering entirely on her nipples. She gasped, clutching her chest as they instantly became hypersensitive, aching with a pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. “Whoa! Okay! That’s… a lot!” She looked at Mark, a new intensity in her eyes as her body reacted in unexpected ways. The slightest brush of her clothing against her nipples was now unbearable, a constant, distracting friction that only amplified the intense sensation. With quick, decisive movement, Allie began to shed all her clothes, needing to free her breasts from any contact. She quickly pulled off her top, revealing her chest, her nipples clearly hardened and begging for attention, and continued to strip for Mark, seeing no reason not to get rid of her blue jeans for him.

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Mark's eyes were drawn immediately to her exposed, hardened nipples. A primal urge sparked as he reached out, his fingers gently touching an incredibly sensitive nipple. Allie's breath hitched, her eyes widening at the sheer, unprecedented intensity. The delicate contact sent shivers through her. Taking this as encouragement, Mark grew bolder, flicking and rolling her nipples, thumbs occasionally brushing the engorged peaks. Allie whimpered, leaning in, pleasure intensifying rapidly as Mark focused on both nipples. Her back arched, soft moans escaping as the sensations became overwhelming. Mark watched her face, her flush, and glazed eyes urging him on. He leaned closer, taking one nipple into his mouth, suckling gently while teasing the other. The combination was too much. A gasp turned into a cry as her body tensed, a wave of pure pleasure crashing over her, originating entirely from her hyper-sensitive nipples. She climaxed with a shaky moan, trembling slightly as the intense wave subsided, leaving her breathless, flushed, and her nipples delightfully throbbing.

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It took a moment for her to recover, “That was fantastic. They feel like my clit.”

Mark’s eyes were still fixed on her breasts, a strange, compelling fascination holding his gaze. "Yeah," he managed, his voice a little rough. "They look... amazing."

“Okay, ready for more?” Allie asked, her voice still a little shaky from the intensity of her climax, her sensitive nipples still tingling exquisitely.

“The Milked Dumbs?” Mark suggested, tearing his gaze away from her chest with a slight effort.

“Right,” Allie said, picking up the two remaining candies. "Let's see what these do."

They each ate one of the Milked Dumbs. For Allie, alongside the lingering, acute nipple sensitivity from the Hot Tatamale, a new sensation began to bloom in her chest. A pleasant warmth spread, making her breasts feel subtly fuller, a faint, almost aching sense of milkiness beginning deep within them.

Mark felt a powerful, utterly unexpected urge surface – a consuming craving for oral satisfaction. His mind was suddenly filled with the intense desire for Allie to take him into her mouth, the thought of her swallowing him a potent, driving need that was rapidly becoming his sole focus.

Acting on the potent, new urges, Mark reached for her. Her nipples still aching with pleasure, Allie leaned into his touch. As he fondled her swelling breasts, a few drops of milk beaded on her nipples, surprising both of them. "Whoa," Allie murmured, noticing the liquid. A bold idea sparked in her hazy mind. She reached down and gently squeezed one of her breasts, and with a surprising ****, a thin stream of rich, white milk sprayed out. "Looks like these Milked Dumbs live up to their name," she giggled, feeling a little ditzy and finding the unexpected lactation highly amusing, making everything feel a bit more exciting and wonderfully simple.

Driven by his intense craving, Mark positioned himself, and Allie eagerly took him into her mouth. With a mischievous glint in her increasingly unfocused eyes and a playful moan, she began her boob job in earnest. She squeezed and guided her breast, aiming a steady stream of fresh milk directly onto him, using it as a warm, slick lubrication as she pleasured him. The sensation of the milk spraying from her own body and mingling with the act of sucking felt incredibly strange yet natural and deeply satisfying in her currently increasing hazy state. Some of the milk inevitably ended up in her mouth as she worked. "Hmm, tastes nice," she mumbled around him, the words coming out a little slower than usual, "Kinda... creamy." Each swallow of her own milk seemed to deepen the pleasant fogginess in her mind just a little more, her thoughts becoming perceptibly slower and more scattered with each gulp. As the sensations built for Mark, his body tensed, and with a guttural groan, he released himself into Allie's mouth.

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Driven by a compelling urge she didn't fully understand, and in her increasingly compliant state, Allie swallowed his cum down, a warm rush following. The effect was immediate and pronounced. The pleasant fogginess that had been creeping in suddenly intensified dramatically. Her eyes glazed over further, and her thoughts became significantly slower and more disjointed. She blinked vacantly, a wide, slightly dopey smile playing on her lips, and her breasts, already full, seemed to ache with a new, significant pressure, feeling like they might have grown noticeably larger yet again from the combined effects of the Milked Dumb and consuming his cum. She was rapidly becoming much more ditzy, the physical and mental effects of the candies compounding with each consumption.

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After a few moments, Allie pushed Mark down to straddle him on the bed, eyes wide and hazy. Mark gently guided her hips. The intense craving from the Milked Dumb now merged with his powerful desire for a deeper connection. Allie, in her compliant, ditzy state, responded easily, shifting her weight and positioning herself over him. Mark entered her smoothly, the feeling amplified by the lingering sensitivity of Allie's body.

“Ohh,” Allie sighed, a soft, dazed sound as she settled onto him. Mark reached up to play with her hypersensitive nipples, sending jolts of intense pleasure through her with each subtle bounce. a steady flow of warm milk slowly coming out with each bounce as Mark held her breasts, coating them both, providing a slick, natural lubricant that enhanced the sensation.

As she rode him, a slow, lazy rhythm developed. The milk that streamed down her chest and onto their joined bodies inevitably found its way to her lips as she wiped some up with her fingers and was swallowed as she gasped and moaned with pleasure, her mind drifting further into a delightful, hazy simplicity with each taste. The combined effect of riding him, the constant intense nipple stimulation, the warmth of her own milk, and the increasing fogginess in her brain created a unique, overwhelming pleasure that made her feel wonderfully mindless and receptive.

Mark, energized by the Vigor Potion and consumed by lust, watched, mesmerized, as Allie rode him, her full, milky breasts bouncing gently with the motion, milk spraying freely. His gaze was locked on her chest, his fixation from the Milked Dumb making it almost impossible to look away. The sight of milking her while riding him, her eyes glazed and her body responding with such uninhibited pleasure, was incredibly arousing.

The first climax came quickly for Mark, fueled by the potent mix of effects. As he released inside her, another dose of cum adding to the milk already present in Allie’s system, he felt a surge of possessive satisfaction. Allie’s body convulsed around him, her eyes rolling back slightly, another soft, dazed moan escaping her lips. His cum immediately triggered another noticeable drop in her mental clarity – her expression became even more vacant, and her response time slowed. Her breasts also seemed to swell slightly again, feeling firmer and heavier with more milk.

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With the Vigor Potion at work, Mark’s refractory period was minimal. Almost immediately, the craving returned, stronger than ever, focused intensely on feeling her ride him again, on seeing the milk flow, on the promise of his cum sinking into her and deepening the effects. Allie, in her increasingly compliant and ditzy state, easily fell back into the rhythm as Mark shifted slightly, prompting her.

The second round began, Allie riding him with a simple, instinctive motion, milk continuing to flow as she bounced. Each movement was a fresh jolt of pleasure through her nipples, each swallow of milk or internal absorption of Mark's cum pushing her deeper into a state of milky, compliant mindlessness. Her responses became simpler – soft moans, languid movements, a happy, vacant look in her eyes. Mark drove into her, his fixation absolute, watching the effects of the Milked Dumbs and his own cum visibly compound on her body and mind.

They continued like this for multiple rounds, the Vigor Potion allowing Mark sustained energy, and the Milked Dumbs and his cum steadily transforming Allie. With each climax and subsequent absorption, Allie's breasts grew fuller, her mind grew hazier and more delightfully ditzy, her sensitive nipples remaining the anchor of physical sensation in her increasingly pliable state. She became a willing, milky, and blissfully simple rider, her body responding instinctively to his thrusts and her own urges to milk herself as she sought the intense pleasure centered in her nipples and the hazy comfort of her declining thoughts. By the final climax, Allie was having trouble thinking and was more of a pliant, milky, and receptive creature of pure sensation and simple urges, her breasts visibly larger and heavy with milk.

Mark looked down at his peacefully resting, now extremely busty partner, feeling the effects of the Vigor potion fade. He got a towel from the bathroom to wipe both of them down, Allie not really struggling or helping in her blissed-out state. Once they were both mostly dry, he got back into bed and held her close. Whispering, “I guess I really did fuck you silly.”