Scarlet Date Night 1, Part 3: Virtual Reality

Francis

Francis cues up the probable sex scene as Scarlet opens the box she brought over. He is both nervous and kind of excited. It’s not everyday you watch your alternate self making love to a beautiful woman while your version of said woman sits beside you. She pulls out a couple of headsets.

“So, what are those?”

“Oh, our phones have a shop app. There is a page for amenities to the Master Suite. While we were watching, I remembered something interesting. These are headsets to make the experience more... immersive. We pop these on, sync them to the TV, and we will experience the scene as if we are one of the people in it.”

“Wait, you’re saying you want to experience this smut scene as a participant? With me?”

“Well, yeah. Dinah convinced us that we need to work together and make this harem thing work. This seems like a good way to break the sexual ice with you while not having to touch your...”

“Gotcha. Speaking of said unmentionable thing, I made a promise to the hotel staff. Sorry if this is awkward.” Francis starts to kick off his boots.

“Uhh, whatcha doing there, cowboy?” Scarlet watches nervously as Francis slides his pants down, also nervously.

He points to the book on mermaid physiology, “So, the hotel staff are all mermaids. Kind of terrifying mermaids. They have a relationship with humans like they are some sort of magic ectoparasites. They use growth factors from human semen, preferably extracted directly from the testes, to induce egg production, then can forcibly expel said eggs into the digestive tracts of other humans. When the eggs hatch, the baby mermaids eat their way out and, hopefully for them, get to the water before they dry out. I made a deal to provide cum on the floor for them and they help me. If we are going to be cumming from being in the scene anyways, might as well hold up my part of the bargain.”

With that, Francis pulls down his boxer briefs, exposing his adequately sized cock, semi-erect, to the room. Removing his lower garments, he sits in an admittedly awkward looking position so his cock hovers directly above the floor.

Scarlet: +12 VP (Seen Master’s Glorious Cock x4 Bonus [first time both participants])

“Get as comfortable as you need to be. I promise I won’t look unless you ask,” Francis says, staring straight at the TV screen. He reaches back without looking and grabs a headset. Powering it on, he positions it over his head. His eyes are covered by the headset screen and he sees a lobby-like menu. Both Francine and Scarlet are selectable as experience options. Looks like the system recognizes him as the Master, since it says as Master, he has the first choice.

“My headset is syncing. It’s asking me to choose who I want to experience. Do you want to be on-screen me or on-screen you?”

“I think we should experience our alternate selves, don’t you?”

Selecting Francine, Francis prepares for anything. He hadn’t watched this yet. Now it’s going to be like he’s actually there.

The initial sensations are disorienting, to say the least. He feels that he is in 2 places at once: kneeling in the Master Suite, legs splayed to allow him to cum on the floor, and kneeling in Francine’s room, sitting on her legs like a good submissive girl. While intellectually he knows that the first is real, she is troubled by feeling like the girl in the screen is the truer version on herself. The transformed girl’s psyche is too overwhelming. He hears Scarlet start to settle behind him, syncing into the system. When the “lobby” displays that both are ready, he starts the scene.

He hears Scarlet speak, both out loud to his too masculine form and in her head simultaneously, “The change is starting, Francine. Are you sure you want to do this? You can still get away from the other me.”

He hears himself speak, both out loud in a voice too deep, too loud, and her quiet still whisper, “Yes, my love. I will be with you until my very end.”

He watches the in screen Scarlet change. Her breasts grow larger, more voluptuous, causing the buttons on her blouse to snap. Her hips and thighs flare out, ripping tears in the in-screen woman’s skirt. Her skin darkens to that distinct orange that comes from fake tanner as her hair gains streaks of bleach blonde. Soon, a buxom bimbo looms over him.

“Tee hee,” he hears, “what a cutie I have here. Now, here is how it’s going to work. You are going to do exactly what I say. You are only going to respond to any request I have with ‘Yes, Mistress Cayenne’. You are going to fuck me however I feel like. If you do a good enough job, show that you can be trained to be a good ****, I’ll even let you cum. Do you understand me, cutie pie?”

2 voices speak, one too masculine, one right and proper, “Yes, Mistress Cayenne.”

“Good. Strip.”

He feels himself try to take off a skirt he wasn’t wearing, but the in-screen girl was. He feels aroused, ashamed. A pair of hands, one too big, too masculine, the other dainty gently rub a pair of genitals, one too big, too masculine, the other wet with fem cum and needy. The other pair of hands tear off shirts. He hears buttons hit the floor as the wrong form pulls off the shirt from his back as the daintier, right body does a similar motion for the midriff exposing T-shirt she was wearing is removed. As the wrong form continues to palm it’s dick, it seems to go completely flaccid, but still overly sensitive, still stimulated.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself, you needy whore? Stop it.”

Suddenly, both hands stop. “Yes, Mistress Cayenne.”

He feels the sting of a hard slap to his cheek as he sees the in-screen body kneel before her mistress.

“This is how you should always be, ****. Naked, horny, on your knees. Is that right?”

“Yes, Mistress Cayenne.”

“Good,” the buxom bimbo exclaims as she peels off the remnants of her shirt, “Now worship my big, bouncy breasts. You can play with those pathetic bee-stings you call nipples, but nothing else.”

4 hands reach for his and her nipples, pinching, twisting, rubbing. Two tongues tease the dominant bimbo’s nipples, one touching the in-screen version, the other, too large, feeling the sensation while only touching air. The wrong genitals, not needed for the scene at the moment, grows fully erect, throbbing, needy. A sharp pain is felt on both sets of genitals; the mistress gave her **** a light kick to the crotch.

“Pathetic. Are you even trying? Let’s see if those fingers of you can be any good, shall we?”

Mumbling through with a protracted tongue, 2 voices say, “Yes, Mistress Cayenne.”

The in-screen bimbo removes her skirt, revealing a perfectly shaved pussy, “Fist me, ****.”

“Yes, Mistress Cayenne.” 2 hands come off of nipples and start teasing the bimbo snatch. One finger of each hand slips in, then two, then three. Before he realizes it, 2 complete hands have fit into the wondrous entrance of her mistress’s womb.

Another blow to the face. “Surprised you can do that, ****? It’s more my doing than yours. Now, stop being a dead fish and actually fuck me.”

“Yes, Mistress Cayenne.” 2 arms start moving simultaneously, slowly pumping forward and back, never quite exiting her mistress’s cunt. The wrong body hears the other Scarlet start to pant heavily. Both arms continue. The wrong body groans, a little closer to properly than he expected, his wrong genitals twitching, begging to be stroked. The other Scarlet gives out an ecstatic scream as she has her first orgasm of the night. Still both arms continue. Eventually, after the other Scarlet has 2 more orgasms, Mistress Cayenne has her first.

“Too slow, ****. Too inadequate. Maybe tomorrow you will prove worthy of experiencing your own release. Until then, I want you to wear this.” The mistress holds up a chastity belt, a picture of a pepper inlaid on the lock. He feel his wrong body pantomime putting on the belt as the right body does the same. He hears the click.

The mistress walks as if she is leaving the room, “I need more sex tonight, ****, and you have proven yourself a failure. Lock yourself to the bed. Maybe, after I have had my fill of the other girls tonight, I will return to cuddle with you. Perhaps not. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Cayenne.” He feels the right body doing as she was commanded, his wrong body mimicking the movements in air. The scene ends with the right body alone, chained to the bed, her mistress already gone.

A lobby screen appears, asking him to select a body for the next scene. A pop-up menu arises before he can exit:

“Congratulations, Master, on experiencing a scene from another season of Harem Hotel with one of your **** sluts. If you enjoyed the experience, you may now apply the Were-Slut transformation to your harem **** girl. Proceed?”

Francis could not click “No Thanks” fast enough. He hears Scarlet slide off the couch and head to the showers. He closes out of the headset, letting out a sigh. Whether it was a sigh of relief or frustration, even he doesn’t know.

Scarlet

Scarlet scrubs herself down as quickly as she can, then changes into the pajamas she brought to wear to bed. She walks back to the living area to see Francis, unmoved since she ran out, still naked, still painfully hard looking.

“Hey,” she asks, “You okay?”

“That... was intense. Still feeling a little dysphoric. Need another minute.”

A blast of warmth hits Scarlet in the cooch, “I just got myself cleaned up for bed. Please no jargon.”

“Do you feel like we can talk about the scene without setting off your transformation?”

“We can try. I did not enjoy that as much as I thought I would.”

“Agreed,” the naked man concurs, “Not my kink. Maybe another night with a different scene, one I have previewed, might be fun, but I don’t think I can try that again for a while.”

“Let me guess, you want to be on the other side of the sub/dom relationship?”

“Call me a romantic, but I want sex to be an expression of love, not a demonstration of power. I want to feel like sex is with equals, partners. I wouldn’t have enjoyed the other side of what we just did.”

Scarlet thinks back to last night, to other times she was with a woman. She generally enjoyed it best when sex was the culmination of a date. One-night stands didn’t do much for her. Where does that leave me with Tina?

“A beautiful dream there, cowboy. Think of it this way. We just saw that whatever this thing we are going to have can work, since we apparently already fell for each other before. There may be hope for all of us yet. Hate to be a bother, but I’d like for that... thing to settle down before bed. Do you feel ready to experiment with something?”

She pauses, hoping for an answer. He seems lost in thought. After waiting a moment, she answers her question for him, “We are going to get the tangles out of your hair.”

It did bother her that he hasn’t really done anything with his hair. Granted, he probably never had hair this long before, but it is a bit of a mess. Without even asking, thinking that a soothing hair brushing would only calm the man down, she starts running her hands through his hair. A feminine squeal comes out of the man as his throbbing erection starts to... recede.

“The fuck?” Francis gasps, his pitch elevated slightly.

“Bad idea. Sorry.” Scarlet feels guilty. He needs his hair fixed, but she shouldn’t do it.

“Sorry,” he responds, his voice slowly returning to normal, “The sensation was surprising, that’s all. Look, you all need the points and, if the grand theory is as you describe it, I’m going to have to get used to a lot of weird shit. If you want to, go ahead and finish what you started. No pressure, either way.”

She hesitates, hovering her hands above his head. Apparently sensing her hesitation, he adds, "Remember, I said I would do what it takes to save all of you. You told me what I have to do before we started this date. I can tell you want to and I'm okay with it."

With that, she starts to smooth out his hair again, gently, slowly. He gasps, then pants breathily. She watches as his erection turns more and more flaccid, yet it still throbs. It’s almost as if the transformation is preparing him to cum as a girl. She finds a pretty thick tangle of hair strands; she yanks a little harder than she intended to break it apart. He squeals again, his now completely flaccid cock pulled as tightly against his body as she can imagine. His pants are louder, hungrier. A few more strokes through his hair and...

Scarlet: +4 VP (Brought Master to Orgasm [Hairgasm] x2 Bonus [first time contestant participant])

His whole body shakes as cum starts to ooze out of him. He seems to stop breathing, his hair grows longer. It doesn’t stop for several minutes; by the time he seems to be able to breathe again, a large puddle of spunk sits underneath him. He stands up, wobbly, and walks to the bed.

Scarlet follows, trying to comfort the obviously disquieted man. “In the morning, I’ll teach you how to brush your hair. For now, let me grab you a sleeping cap. I don’t want to wake you up like that in the middle of the night.”