Actually, you're still keeping a low profile

It had been pretty easy to integrate Isabel into human society, since there were a few cover stories that people were already primed to accept, whether from social circumstance or from actual programming.

There were a number of sub-simulations built into the station that were generally not known about. Some people had been redirected there upon upload, whether through invitation, chance, or malice. Sometimes the people who were there were later sent to the main simulation, and the cover story was always that there had been a glitch in the system that had led to them not being rendered until later. As for why nobody knew her, you used a more tragic tale: she had had no close friends, and the rest of her family had refused uploading.

As it turned out, as good as Isabel was with computers, she was even better suited to the administrative work of running a business. She still helped you and Tina out when there weren't prospective clients to contact, or invoices to send, or the like, but it certainly took a load off your shoulders and let you focus on what you really enjoyed.

A few days after the Hak'uys left, the three of you were sitting in Tina's living room, which was also effectively your business office, eating a small lunch.

"So one thing that's been bothering me ever since you told us what all these upgrades can do," Tina said.

"What's on your mind?" Isabel asked.

"Well, it's the weapons systems. If they're as powerful as you claim they are, why not just disintegrate that asteroid?"

Isabel hung her head sadly. "We're bound by a principle of minimal interference. The asteroid wasn't only going to hit humanity; it was going to hit the entire planet. We'll intervene to save intelligent species, such as yours, but Earth being obliterated was part of the natural order of things."

"So why give us that capability now?" you asked.

"Well, we haven't, not really, since I have to agree to any use of the weapons. But that's because we do protect our own, and just in case there's something out there that we didn't predict accurately, and no ship can get here in time to rescue me--and probably haul you out of the way, too--First Captain Grzoht was obligated to ensure that I could protect myself. That it means I can also protect you is, frankly, incidental."

"Your principles seem like a very weird mix of selflessness and self-centredness," Tina said.

"We've tried following other rules in the past, and it hasn't turned out as well as what we currently do," Isabel noted. "It might seem strange to you, but we've been iterating on this for millennia."

You nodded. "Well, whatever the case, I'm glad you saved us, I'm glad we can defend ourselves now, and I'm glad you're here with us."

"I'm glad I'm here, too," Isabel said, smiling.

After you were done for the day, the three of you went down to the local stadium. In one of the few ongoing luxuries you'd given yourself with your elevated access, you'd arranged to have a private suite there for a much lower rate than others would have to pay, and ensured that nobody would ask any questions. After all, it wouldn't do to suddenly start fingering Tina while you were in the regular seating, but the suites allowed for total privacy. After a while, you'd taken to altering how fast the servers processed what happened in yours--you didn't pause the simulation, but you did speed up your suite so that even while time passed normally for everyone else, the two of you could enjoy an hours-long fuck during any pause in the game. Of course, for some sports, like the one you were going to see today, those pauses were few and far between.

"Why do you have so many sports with the same name?" Isabel asked as you entered the suite, even though there were still a few hours before the match was scheduled to begin.

"Long story, I'll tell you later," Tina said.

Everyone had agreed that sports would be something that would continue to be played after the upload. After all, even though people would no longer need things like exercise, they were still a good source of social camaraderie, and people enjoyed watching and playing them.

The problem was that with everyone being able to stay young and healthy for as long as they wanted, up-and-coming players could well find themselves shut out of competitions comprised entirely of the best living athletes at the time of upload. Expanding the field was also deemed undesirable, because except for a few sports that could accommodate more players at a minimal time cost, there would simply have been too much played for anyone to keep track of.

Not only that, but there was the problem that people could just give themselves new bodies that were ideally suited to playing the sport they wanted to play. So it had been agreed that anyone who wanted to play at a high level would have to agree to have their original body specifications stored in the simulation's database, and while long-retired players were allowed to give themselves the bodies they'd had in their prime, and stay that way, it wasn't the case that just anybody could instantly turn themselves into a star. Anyone created within the simulation, meanwhile, had their athletic potential randomised in a similar manner to how genetics had done so on Earth.

The solution that had been reached was simply a cap on career length. It wasn't all that satisfying to anyone, but if new talent was going to be introduced, the old talent would have to make way. There had certainly been some grousing about it, but it was also pointed out that sports would still be as much of a time-sink for the players, coaches, managers and the like as before, so they'd probably come to appreciate leaving the game eventually.

Besides, mental fatigue would catch up with people anyway.

One upside to the arrangement, though, was that, especially with having to accommodate people who chose to switch sexes, or go somewhere in between as you had, there were no more disparities in athletic capability on that basis. Some very high-profile athletes had chosen to make that sort of change, and so sports became a fully integrated activity. Everyone had to have an ordinary human body--there was one star who'd notably decided to become a futa lamia with six massive breasts, and whenever she played, she temporarily appeared as an ordinary human, albeit still with one pair of gigantic boobs and a dick--but there were no longer any sex-segregated competitions.

Taking all of that into consideration, sports and careers in them more or less went on as normal, except that in high-contact sports such as what you'd come to watch, there was a fair deal of incidental and inadvertent motorboating, and while going any further on the pitch was unthinkable, it wasn't exactly a secret that such incidents had led to plenty of post-match orgies.

Your suite had its own private terrace outside with seating just for the three of you, with an invisible one-way screen around it that prevented anyone from seeing inside or detecting anything else that went on, so that you could get up to whatever lewd activities you wanted while leaving nobody else the wiser. You could also adjust the amount of available seating for a price, such as you planned to do as a wedding present for Sam, Alex and Drew.

"So when are you two going to do something big?" Tina asked as she munched on the provided snacks, laid out on the huge, luxurious bed, Isabel idly fingering her twat.

"Big like what?" you asked.

"I dunno," Tina said. "Get huge and crush an entire city? Kidnap people to give yourselves a harem? Hell, just pull the station out of orbit and watch everyone panic at what's going on."

"Probably not for a while," you said, and Isabel nodded. "I'm pretty OK with the low profile we're keeping, and I promised not to reveal Isabel's real identity to anyone else, remember? We can just keep using the enhanced capabilities for our own fun for now."

"I won't deny that I do find the thought of crushing a city underfoot, and then reversing it afterward, to be fun, though," Isabel said. "But staying incognito is the priority."

"And what happens if your people decide to assign a different ambassador, or just recall you?" Tina asked.

"That's up to the Diplomatic Council," Isabel said. "I'll accept their decision, whatever it is."

"Anyway," you said, "there's still sub-simulations in which we can have more open fun. And with the upgrades we can make those run so fast that we could go into one of them, spend pretty much however long we want there, and be back with only nanoseconds having elapsed here."

The pre-match meal appeared on the suite's table, and the three of you took your time to enjoy it, both you and Isabel controlling your cutlery remotely so that you could continue to play with Tina's body as you ate. Tina, of course, had a harder time eating her food, but she didn't much mind. Seeing the two of you so casually **** your powers was enough of a turn-on to make her not care that a meal that should've taken an hour at most took her more than twice that time, and the match was about to begin by the time she was done.

With Tina feeling mostly satisfied--and with her being the only one of you who was really a big sports fan anyway--you let her watch the match from the terrace while you fucked Isabel hard on the bed. She was still interested in the game, but just had the view transmitted directly into her mind without actually needing to keep her eyes on the field.

"You know," you said, "I don't think it's exactly standard protocol for an ambassador to allow her host to do this to her." As you spoke, you pounded her pussy and ass with a pair of cocks while slowly making Isabel's tits larger.

"It's not standard protocol for a species' entire existence to be a pornographic simulation completely controlled by a single person," Isabel pointed out.

"Even so, you don't have to let me do any of this."

"I want to," Isabel reminded you. "I like it. That's reason enough."

"I wonder what your Council will think of that."

"Undercover observation, remember? If I wasn't engaging in sex on a regular basis, they'd probably consider me in dereliction of duty."

"Engaging in sex is one thing; being my sex toy is another," you said.

"I can observe however I want to observe. Besides, we've been to the sex parks, you know I've got no issue doing this sort of thing to any other part of you."

"So if it's me it's OK."

Isabel just nodded and moaned as you ramped up her sexual sensitivity, her moans mingling with Tina's wafting in from outside as she started to finger herself again.

The match itself was reasonably exciting, a back-and-forth contest in which neither team established any significant dominance. There were no spectacular highlights that people would remember for long, but everyone generally felt like they'd gotten their time and money's worth.

You turned Isabel into a taur for the walk home. Nobody questioned why two humans and a lamia went into your suite, while a human, a lamia and a taur left. Unlike Tina, though, Isabel didn't create reins for you to control her. You were fine with that; it was the first time she'd been a taur, and you hadn't looked into how passing control as the reins allowed might interact with her various imperatives.

Isabel reverted herself once you were back inside Tina's apartment building--you were already an official co-resident of your friend's apartment, and you were going to give the lease to your own to your sisters as another wedding present--and she relaxed into the loveseat, inviting you to sit next to her while Tina curled her tail on the long couch.

"I've been looking through all those sub-simulations," Isabel said, snuggling up against you, her hand lightly stroking your dick. "I can't believe that they were implemented without someone official finding out about them."

"There were other people, other organisations, that saw the upload as a way to change how society worked," Tina pointed out.

"Even so," Isabel said, "it was a pretty clever piece of work, making sure the extra CPU load didn't show up or anything like that. Not as clever as what you did, of course," she added, reaching her other hand down to fondle your balls.

You nodded. "Those were one of the main reasons I was afraid I hadn't actually been the best at hacking the sim."

"Such modesty," Isabel said, smiling. "But I'd like to visit one of them."

Most people, of course, were completely unaware that there were any other simulations running. Most of the people who were in one, for that matter, were either stuck there for good--like the former hacker you'd sent to some sort of "hell"--or were going to be taken out eventually. There were only a relative handful of people, just those who had been avidly into things like role-playing games, who had some sort of way of shifting to and from the main simulation to a sub-simulation, and then only a specific one, and only for a limited time in any one session.

With access being limited, the sub-simulations tended to be much more openly erotic than the main simulation.

"Which one did you have in mind?" you asked.