Up to your old tricks

(Content warning: watersports, scat)

"Well," you said, sitting down in one of the suite's comfortable chairs, having given yourself a third cock again, all of them throbbing, "we're all still a bit dirty from the trail, so how about the two of you clean each other off?" You gestured to the shower, which in this simulation could be activated by pressing a crystal. It worked no differently than showers in the main sim, though, instantly turning on to the user's desired temperature. It could even seem to be different temperatures to different people if they were using the same shower. Of course, showers were purely for pleasure in the main sim, since instant cleaning and personal grooming was something everyone could do, whereas here it was necessary as part of simulating the fantasy setting.

"Make sure to clean each other off really well," Isabel added. "Gotta get into all those cracks and crevices, really dig around with fingers and tongue."

The two of you shared a smirk across a direct mind-chip connection. Isabel, who'd also decided to have a third dick to match yours, grew out a few extra arms and started stroking your trio and your slit, and you used your tentacles to return the favour as Kiera and Mona got into the shower.

Changing their history, with the attendant cascade of alterations that your virus handled automatically, meant that the two were quite experienced at what you'd told them to do.

Grabbing the soap, the modern style of which was one of a few anachronistic luxuries, not otherwise justified by magic, which this subsimulation permitted, along with shampoo, Mona took a cloth and began rubbing it sensually all over her twin's body, making a point of lingering on the nipples and the clitoris in order to bring Kiera to a few small orgasms. Then she took the shampoo and, even using all six of her hands, working it into Kiera's thick, ankle-length hair took quite some time.

You and Isabel, meanwhile, had a little fun shooting jets of cum at the two as you got off to what you were obliging them to do. Each time one of your cumshots hit one of them, you'd make them think it had somehow always been there and that their cleaning simply wasn't thorough enough, even forcing Mona to go back to cleaning Kiera while Kiera was halfway through cleaning her sister.

"Don't forget to bring each other to orgasm!" Isabel "reminded" them. "That's always what sisters who shower together do, after all."

Once Kiera was done cleaning Mona, hands went to nipples and cunts, each stimulating the other until they'd both reached multiple screaming climaxes, the **** sensitivity you'd given them meaning that the smaller orgasms they'd had during the shower barely counted.

"What would you like us to do now?" Kiera asked after they stepped out of the shower.

"Anything," Mona added. "The better the recommendation you can give us for that brothel we wanted to join right when we got uploaded, the better."

"Why didn't you join it then, anyway?" you asked, already knowing the answer because you'd changed their history again.

"We spawned in the middle of nowhere," Kiera explained, "and that wyrm just attacked us out of nowhere while we were heading here. Yeah, being a guard was awkward with all of this"--she used her six hands to gesture at the multiple breasts and exaggerated proportions, even by the standards of humanity's new existence, she and her sister had--"but it was the best way to get **** on the beast as soon as possible. But by this point most of the places aren't hiring, even for people who clearly chose their bodies to be good for pretty much just sex but got waylaid, so we're hoping that two of Master Galan's best apprentices can help with that."

"We can probably do something," Isabel agreed. "How about you start by cleaning our feet? Mouth and tongues only, you can only use your hands to hold our ankles in place."

You made a theatrical gesture, using "magic" to create a pair of footrests on which you and Isabel could prop yours. Kiera and Mona knelt down, bending over to bring their faces level with your feet, resting not only on their knees but also their chests. Kiera rocked back and forth slightly, getting off from the sensation of her nipples moving against the floor.

The two of you had made sure that your feet were absolutely filthy, of course. Someone like Drew would have likely demanded that you shower before touching them; he enjoyed worshipping feet, to be sure, and lavished a great amount of attention on Alex's and, increasingly, Sam's, but he liked ones that were mostly clean, with a pleasantly pungent odour and a light sheen of sweat.

That didn't describe what you and Isabel had at all.

Mona used two of her six hands to anchor your foot in place before her tongue reached out to lick at the mix of dirt, crushed grass, trampled flowers, and animal dung that was pressed all over your sole. Her mouth twisted at its vileness, but she soldiered on uncomplaining, both convinced that she had to do this to have a chance at her dream career of working at a brothel and that it was normal to orally clean the filthy appendages of someone she'd just met.

After a while, with one foot on each of you clean, Kiera and Mona switched places to tackle your other feet, which were no less disgusting than the first ones.

That done, the two stood up and waited for your next request.

"Given that you're twins," you said, "you're probably going to get a lot of clients who'll want you to do stuff with each other. So how about the two of you sixty-nine while Isabel and I shove our dicks up your asses?"

The other two nodded, much more enthusiastic about that than they were about cleaning your grimy feet. "You two learned eromancy from Master Galan, yeah?" Mona said. "How many cocks could he grow? If you can match that, I'd like it if you would. I figure that it would be a good idea if we knew we could handle that many, probably won't get anyone with more given that he's well known to be the most accomplished master of eromancy."

"Known to be, yes," Isabel said. "But what isn't so well known is that we surpassed him under his tutelage. Just don't want that being widely advertised."

"He was only ever able to grow three at once," you added. "But that was just a limit on how efficiently he could use his magic; in theory there's no limit. Isabel and I just happened to have extremely high magical aptitude." You shared a smirk across the direct mind-chip connection with the other woman and your dicks split twice, into six, then twelve.

"You sure you want twelve thick shafts up your butts?" Isabel asked.

"This might be a fantasy simulation instead of some modern-day simulacrum," Kiera noted, "but it's still at heart a hentai. Just that the brothel owner's an NPC and doesn't necessarily know that."

You created a magical recording device in one hand, gesturing so that it looked as if you were pulling it from your personal storage. "This'll mask our identities but not yours, of course," you said. The others gave no objection to its use; after all, it'd be necessary to prove that they could readily take twelve huge dicks in their butts.

With Kiera and Mona's faces each buried in the other's crotch, Isabel levitated them so that their anuses were lined up perfectly with your nests of cocks. They rubbed pleasantly against each other as you slid them into Kiera's butt, Isabel doing the same with Mona. The bodies between the two of you quivered with the movements of their eager cunnilingus, and you synchronised your thrusts accordingly.

The simulation made it so that people did not get exhausted anywhere near as quickly from sex, of course, but you took it a step further in this subsimulation, the "magic" you'd supposedly learned from Master Galan giving you an excuse to have a supposed aura that made sex with you and Isabel refreshing. So it was quite intentional that no sooner had the two of you pulled out of Kiera and Mona than they were ready to go, waiting to be told what to do next in order to get a good recommendation.

Isabel idly stroked one of the three shafts she'd brought herself back to, just as you had. "Well, our cocks are a bit filthy now, and our balls have been sweaty this entire time. How about you clean those off?"

"Just be careful, our prostates might be empty but our bladders aren't," you added. You knew, of course, that something like drinking piss was hardly anything that would even be able to make the other two hesitate about following your "suggestion".

Both of them tackled your nutsacks first, the altered physics and simulated biology of the erotic simulation, especially dissimilar to the real world when it came to sexual activities, allowing Mona to fit your entire scrotum in her mouth, even though you'd given yourself six huge testicles, though they were mostly for show, the real work of justifying high volumes of rendered semen still being done by the projections of seminal vesicles and prostates. You and Isabel both let out a few spurts of cum on the twins' backs, before they each decided that they'd cleaned off as much of the sweat as they could and moved to fellate all three arm-length, ass-filthy dicks you each had, Mona getting her sister's butt stink in her mouth and vice versa.

Length and girth only mattered for sexual pleasure to the extent that the participants wanted them to, though, so soon enough you had all three of your cocks hilted fully in Mona's mouth, feeling the wet cavern along their entire lengths even as the tips were still close enough to her lips that the piss you soon let out crashed over her tongue. Mona drank it greedily, just as Kiera did Isabel's, both of them eager to prove that there really was nothing they wouldn't do to become sex workers in Lustaroc.

With bellies full of both cum and piss, Kiera and Mona slowly eased off your cocks, looking at both of you with eager expectation.

"I think there's one more thing that we need to be sure you'll do, if you want our recommendation that you're better than who the brothel's currently got on staff," you said.

Isabel levered herself off her chair a little and let out a vicious fart, making sure that the data thus generated would be processed by Kiera and Mona's mind-chips as an especially vile smell.

"There's a lot of fantasies that, while technically possible to indulge back on Earth, weren't safe for obvious reasons," she said. "But now that we're free of disease and ill health and all that, there's been a trend toward trying them out. All the best brothels, certainly the one you want to work at, let it be known that all of their workers will eagerly eat shit on demand. They expect all of their workers to be full-service, whatever the client wants, short of pregnancy, anyway." Lustaroc didn't have all the same protections as the main simulation regarding consent, the better to simulate a medieval feel, for better or worse, but it was still the case that pregnancy was impossible without the active consent of both partners.

"So chow down on our crap, no complaints, or no recommendation," you finished, lifting your own huge ass off your chair.

Kiera and Mona looked at each other, hesitating for just a moment. You deliberately hadn't made them compelled to follow that demand, wanting to see if your reprogramming had altered them sufficiently that all they'd do was hesitate slightly. If not, well, you could always alter them further.

"Of course, if you don't," Isabel added, "you'll probably have to go back to being guards or adventurers or something like that again. And we've invested quite a bit of time into this, so we'll be annoyed, and you'll get to see what eromancy can do when it's not just used for pleasure."

That decided things for the twins, and Kiera slid under your butt, her mouth finding its way to your quivering anus, just as Mona did with Isabel. You both sat back down, firmly trapping the others' heads between your huge, hard, muscular cheeks. Looking over at Isabel, you noticed that she had a bit of trepidation flitting across her face.

"Don't think so much about it," you sent directly to her mind-chip. "Just let the shit slide out of your butt and into her mouth. It was probably easier for me since I was angry when I did it the first time, so I wasn't thinking about it as much. It's disgusting, we both know that, we've each put ourselves on the other end from time to time"--admittedly only with each other, and Isabel had always been more eager to receive than to give, much preferring to submit to your whims, however depraved--"but she's agreed to it and you know she's going to need to get used to it."

"Because we made her want this," Isabel pointed out. "What is it with you and turning strangers you decide to fuck into sex workers, anyway."

"We live in a hentai and you're complaining that I make more people want to have lots of sex."

"You live in a hentai. I'm visiting," Isabel said, but there were subchannels in the data she sent that you'd have to take a closer look at later.

"I could synchronise our bowels to move at the same time if that would make it easier for you," you offered. Neither of you were sure if manipulating Isabel's simulated physiology like that, particularly to link it to your own, would trip the safeguards on the T'nin technology, though if she actively consented it would be fine.

"No, just give me a countdown," Isabel concluded. The entire conversation had taken only a few attoseconds; Isabel's mind-chip was located less than a nanometre from yours, with each of you having a dedicated supercomputer cluster for processing, to facilitate such rapid communication. "Though... maybe you could link your butt to mine? I wouldn't want Mona to be disappointed if her sister got more from the experience than she did."

"You can make the link if you want," you agreed, and felt control over your sphincter muscles leave you and link to Isabel's processors instead.

Isabel took the countdown on herself, and the speed of your mental communication slowed dramatically. "Three... two... one..." You sensed a hesitation from her as well, but trusted that she'd be able to do it, after having talked about the consequences that she'd visit on the others for not going through on their end.

It took another few beats, but then you felt your muscles move and a solid log of shit, which the data used to render it told you was exquisitely vile, distended your anus and moved smoothly into Kiera's mouth, the long piece sliding out fully before Isabel stopped to let the twins deal with the new experience.

Their mental states were, as you'd expected, a mixture of revulsion and determination. You hadn't done anything to make them want this, after all, just made it clear to them that this was something they had to do to fulfill the career ambitions you'd decided they should have. So do it they did, even as Isabel triggered bowel movement after bowel movement, rendering more and more fecal matter to be dropped into their mouths, solid pieces, loose stuff, acidic diarrhea. Prostitutes in Lustaroc were expected to handle anything that came out of a client's butt, after all.

Finally she shook herself a bit and stopped. "I don't think I'll ever be able to do that the way you do that, Katey," she sent you. "It's just not me."

"I don't expect you to be anyone other than yourself, Isabel," you replied, reaching down to help Kiera get out from underneath you.

Isabel's emotional data after that remark was confusing, to say the least.

"So will you recommend us?" Mona asked nervously, licking at her lips to try to get the last of the shit off of them and down her throat. Kiera did the same.

"I think we can safely say that you'll soon be the prostitutes tied for most titflesh in Lustaroc," you said, and Isabel nodded. Her emotional state this time was much clearer: she was internally rolling her eyes in tired amusement at how you'd decided to give the twins another two pairs of arms, along with a third pair of breasts, all six boobs larger than the rest of them, so that standing like this, the bottom pair rested comfortably on the floor and the peak of the top pair was well above their heads, while each one was much wider across than their torsos. Still, the physics of the simulation dictated that they'd have no trouble walking. "A gift of eromancy to ensure your acceptance."

Kiera and Mona nodded behind their oodles of breastmeat, and this time it was you who used "magic" to teleport the four of you to the city's most exclusive brothel.

--

Returning to your suite in the inn, you said, "Shall we leave the proper way this time?"

"We didn't come in the proper way," Isabel pointed out.

"Teleportation is rare but known magic here, it's not unheard of for powerful mages like we supposedly are to simply claim an empty suite like this. As long as we settle up with the innkeeper we won't have to manipulate things any further."

Isabel nodded in agreement and you processed the information about who the innkeeper was and who was in the common room right then. "Oh, that reminds me: how do other virtual species treat minds that were put onto chips from random generation rather than simulated copulation?"

"Well," she replied, "for one, none of this actually binds you at all, of course. You are humanity, and that includes anything humanity creates, such as new minds within the simulation, of whatever supposed species. Master Galan and the elven innkeeper here are no different from any human in that regard." You nodded, and Isabel continued. "But generally they're not treated any differently. After all, why should it matter whether a new mind and physiological data are produced entirely at random, within only the natural constraints of the species, or perhaps with tighter specified ones, or at semi-random using a mixture of the traits of the parents to guide its creation? If there were going to be a distinction drawn, it would be between those who had a physical form prior to virtualisation and those who didn't, and the T'nin at least don't do that, though I know some species do." Her mouth twisted in distaste; she was a product of the T'nin simulation, after all.

"But really the only meaningful distinction is me versus everyone else," you concluded.

"Yeah," Isabel agreed. "You can make whatever decision you want and nobody will override it."

"But would you think less of me if I treated them differently?" you asked.

Izalbt paused. "I would," she finally said. "Maybe I'm not thinking rationally about it, because of how I came into existence, but I would. Not saying it would be enough to drive me away, try to make a different cover in the sim for myself, or just deactivate until Grzoht or whoever comes back, but I know it would make things awkward for me, knowing you're treating beings like me differently than you treat beings like Tina."

You nodded. "I never had any intention of treating anyone differently on that basis." You smirked. "You're all equally my cocksleeves here."

Isabel's laugh was tinged with relief, and her tone went back to the playful submissiveness she tended to adopt when you were both more randy than usual. "Well don't let me keep you from using your favourite sleeve, then," she said, spreading her pussy, having already gotten rid of her dicks.

"That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think? I've known Tina longer than I've known you, after all."

"Yeah, but she can't manipulate the sim to fuck you the way I can," Isabel retorted.

The serious moment having well and truly passed, the two of you embraced, your massive boobs squishing together, your hard dick caught between them, shortly thereafter erupting with gout after gout of cum raining back down on both of you.

You made your way downstairs with Isabel, deciding to have a little privacy by making everyone not pay attention to you.

"So what's with elves in this simulation, anyway?" Isabel asked as the innkeeper greeted someone who'd just come in, its rich bass rumbling across the common area.

"The body? Mostly a dumb meme that whoever made this decided would be funny. The pronoun? Elves here believe that all of existence is equally valuable, all part of the cycle of renewal and rebirth, and so hold themselves no greater or lesser than anything else, including preferring to be referred to as 'it'," you explained, knowing that Isabel might not know what parts of the database to look in.

"What's the dumb meme?"

You dug it up and sent it to her.

"Well that explains the boobs, ass, hair and voice, but not why all elves also have gigantic cocks and are hypersensitive."

"Whoever made this was horny--actually horny, with a real brain, not the emulated version we have now. Just look at everything through that lens and it'll all make some sort of sense."

"What would you come up with now that you're using a mind-chip and electrical signals instead of a meat brain and neurotransmitters?" Isabel asked.

"It'd have bigger tits, for one. He was held back by not realising how flexible physics would be here."

Isabel didn't bother to stifle her laugh.

You walked up to the counter, putting your massive rack in two of the indentations, which magically adjusted themselves to give decent support. Isabel walked up beside you and hefted her equally large pair up as well.

The innkeeper acknowledged your presence but took its time walking over, its hair magically collecting particulate matter from the floor so it could be absorbed and continue the cycle. "What can I do for you?" it rumbled, hefting its own boobs onto a special inset. They were larger than yours and Isabel's put together, and you both had kept yours large enough to be more visible from behind than not.

"We teleported into one of your suites early this afternoon," you said. It was early evening, not quite time for the common area to fill up with people just wanting a good meal. "It'll need some cleaning, but we won't be staying the night."

The elf nodded. A tendril of hair drifted up to the ceiling, connecting it to its building, quickly finding the room you'd been in. "Five silver," it concluded. "Would be two but you left a fine mess, and right before the evening rush too. Won't be able to rent it until after that."

Isabel chuckled and tweaked something in the simulation. "Would a few loads of cum suffice?" she asked, having altered things so that elves would readily accept being fucked in lieu of payment in coin, viewing sex as a sufficiently important part of the natural cycle that even many necessities could be foregone if it meant helping someone relieve themselves in that way.

"Sure, if either of you has a cock, bigger the better of course, or can grow one."

You made yours grow until it poked out of your cleavage. "Will this do?"

"As long as you've got the spunk to match the size," it replied. "Get over here and we'll see if you can pay your bill in full."

You vaulted the counter as the innkeeper got into position to be railed doggy-style. It wasn't as arousing as it might be, since it was treating the matter more as a commercial transaction than anything else, having been involved in its business for long enough that for it, allowing payment in sex was more a matter of sticking to long-held beliefs than anything it truly was excited to do. But everyone knew that elves took payment in cum, so it would take payment in cum.

A lack of enthusiasm on your partner's part was hardly enough to dissuade you from fucking it thoroughly, however, and you dumped five huge loads in both its pussy and its ass.

"Will that do?"

"That'll do for payment," it rumbled, "but I'd appreciate it if you'd help me relieve my own swollen balls." Both you and Isabel could tell that its cock was twitching with need from how the data used to render its form was changing.

Isabel promptly vaulted the counter just as you had and gently guided the innkeeper to the floor, then mounted herself on its huge, hard dick, sliding down and hilting herself before beginning to pump herself up and down at a comfortable pace. You offered your own cunt to the elf's mouth so it could give you cunnilingus if it wished, and soon enough you were sitting on its face while Isabel rode its shaft, both of you squirming in constant orgasm while its dick shot many pent-up loads into the alien woman.

"Thanks," it said once you were done and back on the guest side of the counter. "Been a while since I had customers who could both fuck me and take my whole length. Figures that it'd be a pair of mages, eromancers unless I miss my guess."

You nodded in agreement. "Fully trained and qualified." You dropped your voice to a stage-whisper. "She's just shy about having a cock around strangers." Isabel smacked you.

"No shame in that," the innkeeper said. "The only other eromancer I've met said that the best part was being able to choose his own body, and to hell with what anyone else thought."

Isabel smiled. "It's certainly convenient. And for the record I'm not shy about having a dick around strangers," she said, as she grew an absurdly massive one that was thicker around than her breasts and punched through the ceiling, "I just wasn't feeling like it right then."

"The ceiling'll be another silver, or a load from that monster."

Isabel retracted it ever so slightly and sprayed a film of semen over the damaged area, the stuff hardening into a repair better than new. "You were saying about your ceiling?"

"That'll do, miss, that'll do," came the rumbled reply. "You two staying for a meal?"

You shook your head. "We're expected back at the academy in Isifeld, we were just taking a leave to visit friends here. Teleportation isn't one of eromancy's core competencies, unfortunately, so our ability at that is mostly limited to within the same city."

It nodded. "Safe travels, then, though I'd expect if you can grow a monster like that there won't be much you have to fear on the road."

"Not much, and the patrols keep the main road mostly clear anyway," Isabel agreed.

"Safe travels, then," the elf said.

"Live in harmony with all," both of you said together, the traditional farewell for elves.

Isabel navigated her dick out the door by temporarily making the doorframe large enough to accommodate it. "You just gonna keep that thing?" you asked.

"Just for that you have to watch me handle two of them," she shot back, making good on her word, before demanding that the simulation stop trying to apply even its loose rules of physics and physiology and just let her move as if she didn't have multiple absurdly oversized endowments.

"Cheater," you said.

"Isn't there a human idiom about pots and kettles?"

"Well yeah, but at least I did a little work. You just happened to be the only T'nin willing to stay behind."

"Remind me why that asteroid last week was a non-event instead of a second cataclysm?" she said.

"You know the rest of this simulation's more or less like this. The academy's mostly just a big orgy."

"Yeah," she agreed. "It looked fun at first, and it is for the folks who chose to be uploaded here and the folks who were generated to enjoy being here, and I'm not saying I won't want to come back at some point, but for now let's head back." She cut herself off abruptly, as if she were about to say another word.

The two of you walked into an alley between two buildings and did not emerge on the other side.