Bold moves by a friend

Jesse looked at Jessica and decided to share a thought they had both expressed multiple times after becoming two separate people. “How does this work?”

Silence filled the air. Jessica responded after thinking about her day. “For starters, I find it hard to think of myself in he/him terms. I also can't hear your thoughts or receive new information when I am cooking or otherwise invested in the activity.”

“So you didn't stop me from blurting out the points because you thought Ryan and Chris kissing was hot?” A shy nod was the answer. “But when baking pancakes, you were able to respond to my new information; this doesn't add up.”

“Whisking batter is monotone and doesn't require a lot of attention. But during the baking, I didn't hear anything new.”

“Why do you think we have separate opinions on things?”

“We don't fully; mostly self-preservation and things related to our expression of gender. You wanting to be chosen might just be self-preservation, just like mine is. The weird thing is Chris has to agree with ‘us’, not one of us. So we have to both agree. Other small things you might not see as either of those, I have no idea.”

“Example?”

“The points thing. It isn't self-preservation for you to blurt it out. It ruined the moment. You thought the points were important where I thought the emotional payoff was.”

“Isn't that just focus?”

“No, I think it is something more… I can't tell what. We will need to think about it more. We had talked about doing something with several others. Are you still up for that?”

“Yep, play the game or… I don't know what will happen. No one can afford not to play. As Ember or maybe Chris has emphasised numerous times, harem is the name of the game. We can't claim him for ourselves too much. That is likely also why the quest on the noticeboard is there. Syl said it was to encourage things we should be doing anyway. The transformation quest I don't get. The rest is about building or forcing intimacy.”

“You might be correct…” The hopeless romantic of the two said. Her counterpart's thoughts had become softer as time had progressed. Why? Why were those thoughts becoming softer? She realised the transformation was changing or adapting to them, letting them become separate beings slowly? Would Chris's opinion change if they fully were separate? The answer frightened her. Jesse didn't notice or feel the same… things were adjusting still to some extent.

“Did Becky plan to grab one of the transformations or you?” Chris asked on their way back to the cabin

“I did… I saw that we could, in theory, buy transformations that hadn’t come up yet for ourselves and others. We only had the names to go off of. Luckily, Syl prefers descriptive names rather than obtuse ones. Pavlov’s doggy isn’t exactly a deep cut to Pavlov’s dog and operant conditioning. I missed it; she caught it.” Ryan admits.

“Smart use of the things on offer from both of you. I am proud. You are the planner, but you need to have someone collect details and double-check so you don’t miss the obvious. That is why we are a team and don’t do stuff solo.” Taking in a breath, Chris continues. “Sooo the Missy conversation. On a scale from 1 to 10, how blind have I been?”

“6, you could have noticed sooner. She was less bad before. Do you know if she has had head trauma since?”

“What do you mean?”

“She lacks all empathy. That can happen after trauma to the head as well as other causes, but this decrease seems weird otherwise. Will should have noticed… It is so weird that this is his default.”

“She is close enough that if you aren’t paying attention, it doesn’t seem all that different. You would, however, need to be paying no attention, though.” The two looked at each other. Both of their discomfort with the conversation was clear. “We don’t need to continue. I think I will only keep beating myself up, and you will unsuccessfully try to comfort me. The Jessies have a maybe weird question that in the context of the show makes total sense, but I want them there when I ask, or I let them.”

“If you phrase it like that, I want them to ask.” The change of subject encouraged Ryan, and he quickened his step. Chris followed as they rushed toward the cabin and the tent of the trio.

Inside the cabin, Ryan sat down on one of the chairs, with Lambics on the table. “So what is the question you guys want to ask?”

“Well, I have no idea what Chris told you about the other timeline. What we suggested there and more. So I will start at the start. The two of us were dating. In that other timeline, I also went to a psychologist during my time at college. We concluded that, yes, I might be a trans man, but is it worth transitioning? My dysphoria was functionally treated with a supportive partner who would allow me to do as I wished. In contrast, the euphoria was minimal as a result of that too… or at least that was what I told myself at the time. I have no idea where we fall now, but we decided against transitioning due to a hostile environment and costs.”

“Well, you might not have been a trans-man; maybe you were non-binary,” Ryan responded.

“Based on our findings here, that might actually be the case, but we can now express those binaries at the same time. Chris felt insecure in his love for the longest time. Mostly because he believed I might have been solely attracted to women and trying to fit in… I suggested becoming a throuple to solve some insecurity issues.”

“That would have worsened it, more likely. It would have led to jealousy. To do that, all three people need to be secure. But why tell me this?”

“You were one of the people we had discussed. Chris is more open to the idea, and we need to get points anyway. I wanted to ask you if you want to share both of our dates, to act like a throuple.” Jessica said

“We do recommend both of us having a night alone with him, at least once. Do you want to have tonight? I checked with Syl; it is fine as long as Chris invites you in.” Jesse fills in.

Ryan stood there, mouth open, looking at the three of them. “And you are okay with this, Chris?” He received a nod in response. “Sooo the three, four of us a couple… it also is a solution to my itchy asshole as a result of the transformation. I wouldn’t have to rely on Chris.... it will be weird having my first partners in a while being non-exclusive. Let me think about it... Let us try it for my date with the three of you.” The man who took a deep dive on a transformation he didn't know the consequences of.

[Chris being exclusive was never an option. Dummy, HAREM hotel.] Ember replied.

“Ember, I know you don’t need to remind me. The others can’t hear you. Thanks for accepting the proposal. What about your night, Ryan?” Chris asked.

“First, what did Ember say?”

“That you were silly for expecting me to be exclusive because it is ‘HAREM Hotel’. I need to be involved with others in said harem. That would include you two but also Becky, Heather, William and Missy. I would like all of them to get to a hundred VP at least.”

“Sure, let me be the first to have sex with you on this weird show...." Ryan replied reluctantly. "Also, can you return me some for the transformation?”

“No, I won’t. You chose it, dumbass. You will make me cum and earn it back, and depending on how the night goes, we might even have sex. Wouldn't you have earned it back and then some in that case?” Chris teased.

“Hey, I didn’t buy it for that,” Ryan said as Chris reached out his hand, with a playful smile to guide him inside.

The duo stepped into the empty cabin, where they had lunch earlier today. “You spend more time with the Jessies here than anyone,” Ryan observed. He hadn’t noticed how jealous that made him sound.

“Yeah, but in terms of hours, I spend most with you. We have seen each other for at least 20 hours a week for 10 years, some of which we spend closer to the entire week together. We are the ones in contact the longest.” Chris said, grabbing Ryan's chin to go in for a kiss. “You don’t need to worry where I spend my time. As long as I spend the time I spend with you, paying attention to you. You don’t need to prove anything.”

Ryan relented and started to remove his clothes; Chris joined him.

Seen master naked: First time bonus +1 (Ryan)

Show master your naked body: First time bonus +1 (Ryan)

“So… you heard from Heather that she had a chastity belt which you could control… I have one as well. I want you to be the one to control it at least until I spend three days in it. Afterwards we can talk about it, okay.”

“Will it even understand that?”

“Seems more based on personal perception than anything, based on the exchange you and Heather had. The three-day time limit it should understand by default.”

“Sure, but some ground rules.” Chris started, but Ryan interrupted. “First, let me explain the features. It is self-cleaning, size-adjusting, and spillage-preventing. Translation: I don’t need to take it off to prevent disease; the cage does that.”

“Sure good. Still, ground rules: you will tell me if you want it off; you tell me when something feels off; if I am ever pushing you too far, you say red as a safeword, and I stop or yellow if you want me to move on.”

“Why the safeword?”

“Safety, mainly to have an ohh shit button. Better to have it than not, also in case we ever do kinkier stuff than anal and chastity play. If it is there now, you don’t have to worry about it later.”

“Sure, will you accept full control over my cock for the next three days, master?”

Called master ‘Master’: First time bonus +1 (Ryan)

“I will, Ryan. Now let’s get on the bed.”

Willingly let your chastity device be controlled by Master: +1/day First time bonus +4 (Ryan)

Chris lay down. Ryan was looking to him for instructions as he crawled on. “We aren’t started by me fucking you anally. You are going to give me a blowjob whilst I finger your butt.” Ryan obliged and stepped over Chris, showing his behind to him. I kind of wish to spank him, but we didn’t agree to it… I shouldn’t. Chris approached it like he had sex with a new girl, finding the spot that makes them tick. He couldn’t play with his buddy’s dick unless he opened the cage, but it felt smarter to figure out how to make Ryan cum without access. Chris felt he had found a spot that seemed to make Ryan moan on his cock. Chris had hardly noticed that Ryan had started blowing him with how focused he was. The moan was encouragement; it made Chris redouble his efforts, and he started playing with Ryan, focusing on his inside, rubbing it gently and slowly increasing force and pace. The pay-off was an increase in moaning from Ryan as he was getting close. Chris didn’t care that Ryan stopped blowing him, as he wasn’t getting any satisfaction due to his focus on the asshole in front of him and the moaning that stimulating it caused. With Ryan getting close, Chris decided to ask, “So you happy with this, my little butt slut?”

“Nooo please let me cum.” Ryan begged, and Chris answered by pushing forward and having him cum. Ryan was unable to spurt from his cage due to leak prevention, but exhausted, collapsed on top of Chris.

Received an Orgasm from Master (Fingering): +2 First-time bonus +6 (Ryan)

“We might not be able to do a second round… Not sure if I am even mentally willing at this point. This will do, I suppose, unless you wake up. Since I haven’t cum I will pay you half.” Chris said to Ryan, who was still exhausted and probably already sleeping. Looking at the phone, he noticed they had been going for a long while. I am surprised Ryan hadn’t complained about how long he had been going for. Ryan gained a lot of points, but I have no idea how much is from the orgasm… is there someone who could know that? Looking around, he spotted Ember hovering there, silent, coloured pink? “Ember, do you know how many points the orgasm was?”

[Uhhmm… I stopped checking after the fingering started. Uhhmm… 8, like Missy, so different types of orgasm count separately. Sorry, had to focus on the action for work…] The pink ball of fire said, omitting that they thought it was too hot to miss. Not that she was lying; she couldn’t due to her contract, but omit, sure.

Chris headed over to the table and wrote down his questions for the next day before brushing his teeth and heading back to bed.