Well someone had to get on your bad side sooner or later

A few months passed, largely uneventfully. Business did well. You and Tina were in ever-increasing demand, which meant you could charge ever-increasing rates for your services.

You continued to toy around with the simulation, of course. You'd come to see nothing wrong with picking someone walking by, making them want to have sex with you, and rushing to the nearest park to fuck for a while whenever you needed release. After all, you made sure they enjoyed it from the get-go. Actual **** you saved for more special cases, of which there weren't many.

You'd fallen out of contact with Mary, and with Amy after having introduced her to Tina, but you'd become a regular at Caroline's club. You and she--the new Caroline, anyway--had become good friends, and there'd been the occasional day when she cancelled her lottery because she just wanted to have an orgy with her assistants, you, and whoever you wanted to invite.

Not that that stopped you from rigging her draw every now and then, too, but whenever you did you made sure to buy plenty of tickets anyway so that she didn't get suspicious.

You, Sam and Alex had all gone to see your parents from time to time. It was clear that they still weren't entirely comfortable with humanity's new existence, but they'd adjusted to having three daughters. The last two times you'd been there, they hadn't even given your crotch a disapproving glance or clucked when you used a tentacle to pick up cutlery or dishes, and Alex said that they'd accepted Drew as her boyfriend now.

Still, it was a bit of a surprise when they'd asked if you'd be willing to have a celebratory dinner with them to mark the three-month anniversary of you and Tina restarting your business, the more so since they asked you to invite Tina.

"You're aware of what she chose to do, right?" you'd asked.

"Even in our neighbourhood"--the area they'd chosen had a population that was almost entirely just people who'd been uploaded as themselves--"we see the occasional person with four breasts, or a tail of some sort," Greg had noted, "and we can't help but see the occasional person walking by in the background of a news report with four legs or the like, so I think we're ready to have a..."

"Lamia, dear," Jane had put in. "At least, I think Tina took her inspiration from Greek myth and not from Hinduism."

"Right, a lamia. We're ready to have a lamia over for dinner. At least, if Tina's willing to come over."

"I think she'd be delighted, but I'll let you know for sure one way or the other soon."

"Great! Thanks, sweetie. See you in a few days," Jane had finished, before your parents closed the video call.

Tina had been willing to go. She wasn't without her reservations herself, of course, but she understood that your parents knew they needed to adjust and that this was just their way of doing so in what they considered a safe environment.

And anyway, since it didn't have to do with work--directly, anyway--the idea of you forcing her to come happily along even if she refused turned her on.

Not that she'd refuse your request.

You didn't have any work that afternoon that couldn't wait, so shortly after lunch you and Tina started walking and slithering toward your parents' house in the suburbs of your city. You had had to stop by a sex park to fuck some of your pent-up horniness away.

"Ugh, why'd you make me delete all that cum when I could've just sealed it up?" Tina complained.

"Because showing up at my parents' house with my business partner carrying a big belly full of their daughter's jizz would not have made them especially comfortable," you pointed out. "It's no longer odd to them that I have a dick but it's not like they're fully adjusted to the idea that, especially given how sex works now, I can basically turn someone into a human cum balloon."

"And I'm not even fully human now anyway," Tina finished. "All right, all right."

Tina had met your parents before, of course; they'd thrown a similar three-month celebration back on Earth, though Sam, Alex and Drew had all been at that one, too. It would just be the four of you this time.

"Just withstand the occasional stare and probably some careful tiptoeing around your tail. They don't mean to be rude, they're just not used to walking around one."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. I get stepped on at least once a week. No big deal; I don't feel any pain and I can just keep moving since the sim makes sure whoever stepped on me keeps their balance even as my tail wriggles under them. Honestly I'm more concerned about these"--she gestured at her four breasts--"given what you said about how they reacted to Sam and Alex."

"They told me they're pretty used to people with multiple boobs by now, but the tails they've seen are generally feline. I think you might be the first non-biped they'll meet in person."

"You're not going to dive into their minds to check?" Tina asked.

"I don't like spying on what people are thinking generally, much less what my parents are thinking!" But Tina's question did make you think about checking to make sure they were handling the anticipation OK.

What you saw in your brief clairvoyant vision made you stumble and grab hard on Tina's arm.

"Katey?" she asked, concerned, as you bent double, as if you were about to be sick.

You looked up at her, pain and horror written plain on your face.

"Katey?"

A feeling welled up inside you, one you'd never felt before and one on which you'd certainly never been able to act before. "That..."

Concern grew on Tina's face.

"...fucking..."

Tina tried to disengage her arm from your hand but you just gripped it harder, subconsciously overriding the simulation by refusing to allow her to escape your grasp.

"BASTARD!" Your voice roared, and in that same instant you did something that you had previously rejected out of hand for being too risky, too dangerous.

But nothing was too risky or too dangerous when some unknown asshole with a simplistic virus was abusing it to **** your parents.

The entire simulation froze. Only you and--moments later--Tina remained capable of movement.

The virtual birds were still in midair. The slight wind no longer fluttered the leaves on the trees. The ambient background noises were no longer generated. Silence reigned, your exclamation ringing in it.

"Katey?" Tina asked, her voice much smaller.

"That bastard," you said, physically hauling your friend along as you marched determinedly toward your parents' house, dragging her along, momentarily forgetting you could just teleport. "When I get there, what I'm gonna do to him..."

"Katey, you're scaring me," Tina said, her arousal nonexistent despite stopping time being among her favourite fetishes to indulge when reading stories. "What's happening?"

You ignored her, walked faster.

Tina wriggled even harder, drew level, and cuffed you on the back of your head as hard as she could. The blow was dull, painless, but forceful, and it got your attention.

"Katey. Tell me. What's going on. What did you do." Tina grasped your chin and pried your head around to face hers even as you kept walking.

Seeing the concern on your friend's face broke through your single-minded determination, just enough that you slowed, stopped, loosened your grip on Tina's arm.

"Someone is... there's someone at my parents' house. He made a virus of his own. He's using it to **** people, people like... people like my parents. He's **** my parents, Tina. He turned my mom and dad into twin sisters and he's got four cocks plunging in and out of their..." You couldn't bring yourself to talk directly about your parents' genitalia even in this context. "He's making them enjoy it, Tina."

"You do it all the time," Tina reminded you.

"That's different. Remember what I told you? If you're here to fuck, I'm here to fuck with you. But if you just want a normal life, I'll protect you. I can't protect everyone, but I can sure as hell protect my parents."

"OK. So. What are you going to do?" Tina asked. She took deep breaths, inviting you to match her rhythm, to help calm down.

"I'm going to go there and... well, we'll see. I know that asshole's frozen, his virus is nowhere near as good as mine."

"All right. Is there anyone else not frozen? You told me you didn't want to do this since it would expose you to anyone who might've done a better job."

You gave Tina a spontaneous hug before pulling up the master system performance monitors, checking what processes were still running. "Unless this person is very, very clever, there's nothing else running. It's us two, some standby processes for the maintenance drones and maneuvering, and that's it. All it's doing is generating a still image in which we can move and manipulate things. I think... I think I did it, Tina. I think I might actually have been the best."

"The maintenance drones," Tina said. "What about those? Before we start things running again we've got to make sure nobody notices the timeskip relative to the outside universe."

"Right, right. I'll just throw a nobody-cares on that. Hasn't failed yet."

"OK, but what were the drones doing when you froze everything?"

"Nothing unusual. No critical repairs, thankfully. Still, you're right, I'll need to figure something out for that." You'd already linked your virus to a few unused mind-chips, so that it had some ability to learn and intuit, and you copied over all relevant data about using and controlling the exterior bots. The rudimentary intelligence that your worm had become pretty quickly figured out what to do, even going so far as to link back into the maintenance personnel's chips so that they would think they'd been doing all of it once they were unfrozen.

"OK, I think that should be everything as far as linking to the outside world is concerned. The clocks are still going properly, right?"

"Yes, and nobody will think it odd that time just seemed to skip ahead if they happened to be looking right at one. There'll be reports of a glitch in the system but that's all it will be. Like a power outage back on Earth."

Tina nodded. "Good. Now, how do you want to get to your parents' house? Walk? Maybe I could carry you, or you could lay down on my tail? Or I could--"

"I'll just teleport us," you said, cutting Tina off as her arousal started to flare up ever so slightly as she began brainstorming ways for the two of you to get to your destination.

A moment later the world shifted around you, still completely frozen, putting you on a familiar doorstep. You had a "key" to the house--the item merely represented that the residents had given you permission to enter as you would--and so you walked in, immediately seeing the horrid scene in the same living room where you'd first met them after upload more than three months ago.

It was as you'd described: your parents, now looking like extremely attractive women about the same age as your sisters, being fucked mercilessly by some jerk who'd given himself four dicks to do it, even as they were made to paw at each other's breasts and make out.

You could feel your heart start to race and your anger flared again at the sight.

"Katey, there's nothing to worry about," Tina said. "You can fix this. Let's take this one step at a time. First, can you do anything about his virus?"

You let Tina's methodical voice focus you. "Yes." It was a simple matter to expunge it from memory. "Gone. He's no different than anyone else now."

"Second, undo the changes he's made, put him there"--Tina waved toward the stairs--"and restore your parents to normal, sit them on the chairs where they would be to meet you."

You nodded and waved a hand. The ex-hacker vanished from behind your parents and reappeared, clothed and with his normal body again, sitting on the stairs. Your parents reverted to the bodies they'd chosen for themselves and you sat them down on the couch, snuggled together slightly, the way they'd greeted you when you'd previously shown up.

"All right, third," Tina went on, "alter their memories so that they only know what they would've been doing except for his intervention."

"Already did that."

"Good. Fourth, what are you going to do about him? He's not going to be happy that he's lost his little toy."

"He's not," you agreed. "Thankfully he's not going to be a problem."

"What are you going to do, kill him? Erase him?"

"Nothing so mundane. Did I tell you about the sub-simulations?"

"The what?" Tina asked, confused.

"Right. The sub-simulations. Somebody coded in a way to produce small sims 'below' this main one, where a relative handful of people went. Some by choice, some because, I dunno, they pissed off the wrong person or something. They don't necessarily follow all the rules of the main sim, and they're themed after various time periods of Earth history, or after fictional realms. I've got a particular one in mind for this asshat."

"What is it?"

You allowed a vision of the sub-simulation in question to appear: a dark pit, lit only by hot fires, a dry oven in which those trapped could never die.

"Is that..." Tina asked.

"Hell? Sure seems like it to me. I guess whoever made this subsim set themselves up as the warden." The vision focused on a point where it was clear the person controlling it was sitting on a throne, an unfortunate denizen being plowed by their huge cock. "They won't mind a new toy to fuck." For effect, you let the projection move over to where the former hacker sat, let it envelop him and then you pushed him into it, forcing him to appear inside the sub-simulation exactly where he seemed to be as you projected it coincident with him. Then you banished the view and the **** was gone with it.

"Do the people in there even know that they're supposed to be up here?"

"Some do, but those are generally the ones who chose to be in those places. Apparently whoever created those sims sent out invitations to really avid roleplayers. But there's also a good sprinkling of people who just got randomly redirected there. Most of them were made to forget that there's supposed to be a 'real-world' simulation."

"You going to do anything about it?" Tina asked.

"I'm not interfering with others' sabotage unless it directly impacts me somehow," you reiterated. "Nobody's actually being erased in there; in fact, generally speaking, anyone who 'dies' in a sub-simulation just gets sent here and resumes life as usual. They just think it was a glitch in the system that led to their not being rendered until their return, and that in the meantime they had a really weird dream."

"I wonder if anyone we knew got sent to one of them," Tina mused.

"Actually, yeah, remember Ben from college? He was just going to come as himself but instead he got sent to a 'Heaven' sub-sim where he's--well, she's, now--a busty, hung angel and all they do in there all day is have a massive orgy."

"Lucky bastard," Tina muttered.

"That's all they do because that's all they can think to do," you pointed out. "You have too much fun teasing me to want to have sex 24/7 even if you could."

"OK, OK, I get it. Free will and all. Though really, you're one to talk given what you did."

"Yeah, yeah. Now come on, is there anything I've missed before I restart this show?"

"Well, for one, maybe we shouldn't be here?" Tina suggested. "If we'd just kept walking, where would we be now?"

You extrapolated what your trip would have been if you hadn't caught the hacker in the act. "Ready to go?"

"And make sure nobody notices us suddenly appearing there, make everyone think we did walk all that way."

"Right, though they'll be wondering why they just stood still."

"Nobody cares, right?" Tina reminded you.

"That'll have to do, I guess," you agreed. You weren't happy about how you didn't really have a good solution to how to hide everything you were doing. You didn't want to start erasing people who got too curious--after all, you weren't God or anything, just a talented programmer--and you weren't entirely confident that all your alterations to people's memories, or your orders that nobody consider your changes important, would actually hold up if ever they were put under close enough scrutiny.

The simulation dissolved around you and Tina again, and you reappeared in the exact spot you should have been in. "Ready to get moving? We're about five minutes away from my parents' place," you told her.

"Let's do it," she said, and with that you set everything in motion again.

It was just as jarring suddenly to have background noise again as it had been to lose it. There were a few people in sight, and they started walking or jogging again as if nothing had happened. You realized belatedly that you'd just messed with everyone's schedules, but there wasn't anything to be done about it now. You panicked, and you'd have to deal with the consequences of that.

"I could've just frozen my parents' house," you said, realizing too late what you should have done.

"That's life, Katey," Tina said consolingly. "Sometimes we fuck up."

"I guess so." You could tell that Tina was getting excited about what had just happened, but she knew better than to bring it up.

A few minutes later you knocked on your parents' door, and your mom answered, showing no sign that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

"Hi, sweetie," she said, hugging you. You let your tentacles hang limp to return the embrace before heading over to where your father had stood up and hugging him, too.

You'd sent a few pictures of Tina to your parents, even a video of her moving around her apartment, but it clearly hadn't been enough to prepare them for seeing her in person. They weren't uncomfortable with it, not the way they'd been back when you were all uploaded, but it was clear that they still thought of her modifications as an oddity rather than a normal part of life.

"So business is going well?" your dad asked.

"Very well, yeah," you said. "Being able to list off all our clients from back on Earth has really served us well when it comes to getting people to hire us up here."

"You enjoy it too, Tina?" your mom continued.

"I enjoy catching Katey's mistakes," Tina said, chuckling. She'd curled up her tail and was perched atop it next to the chair you were sitting on, since the only furniture your parents had that was comfortable for her was the couch that they were sharing. "If I wasn't there to--"

You smacked your friend playfully.

"We work well together," you concluded.

"Good. I'm happy for both of you. Some of us aren't so lucky," your dad pointed out. You nodded in commiseration. Both of your parents had done jobs that were effectively obsolete in the simulation, and while your mom, as a long-time nurse, was entitled to a service pension, your dad wasn't, and with humanity effectively being immortal, retirement was only temporary. You could take a few decades off work, but then you were expected to go back to a new job. And anyway, he wasn't even eligible for a retirement pension yet.

"I'm sure there's something out there for you, Mr. Mills," Tina said.

"I know. I just... don't like feeling useless."

"You're not useless, dear," your mom said. She whispered something in her husband's ear on which you pointedly did not eavesdrop, but it made him both blush and perk up slightly.

"Dinner should be about ready," your dad said once he'd recovered a bit. "I... uh... well, I don't know if... what do you eat?" he asked Tina, awkwardly.

"My diet didn't change just because I decided to have a snake tail, Mr. Mills," Tina said, but you could tell that she was forcing down a giggle, just as you were. "I'm not eating whole birds or anything like that." She rubbed her abdomen through the loose blouse that nonetheless couldn't hide her double bust. "Whatever you've prepared will be wonderful."

What they'd prepared was a roast turkey dinner with heaps of stuffing and vegetables. There was a small snag when you all went to sit down at the table, though.

"Well, this is certainly awkward," your mother said. The table was a little too high to be comfortable for Tina when she perched on her tail, but none of their chairs were suited for a lamia.

Both your parents looked at you expectantly and an awkward silence reigned.

Finally you went over to a wall panel and bought the necessary chair. It appeared across from yours and Tina sat down contentedly.

You supposed your parents still had some distance to go before they'd fully accept all the eccentricities of humanity's new life. At least seating for a lamia was easier than seating for a centaur or drider.

"So, uh, if you don't mind me asking, Tina," your mom said once you'd finished dinner, "how was it adjusting to the tail?"

"Not too bad, Ms. Mills," Tina said. "Katey was a big help, but it's basically just like moving your legs. Just had to relearn the muscle memory, but now it's second nature."

Your dad nodded. "We don't really see a lot of that around here."

"I noticed as we were walking here," Tina agreed.

After a little more chatter, a four-player racing game--as always, you won--and a movie later, you and Tina decided it was time to leave. You wanted to get back to her place and anyway, you could tell that your mom wanted to show your dad just how useful he really was for her.

"It was lovely having you over," your mom said.

"It was lovely being here," Tina returned, waving goodbye. She had to wriggle quickly to get the tip of her tail out of the doorframe before it closed, though not because your parents were in a hurry to see the back of her.

Nobody was around as you started the long walk and slither back to Tina's apartment.

"It's a good thing we don't get tired doing this," Tina said. "Just frustratingly delayed gratification." Given the demographics of your parents' neighbourhood, the nearest sex park had been placed an hour's walk away from their house.

"Why delay?" you chuckled. Teleportation was something you were quite willing to do, your virus long since having rewritten itself to take care of all the secondary effects automatically, and instantly you and Tina were in her bedroom. You'd made Tina appear with her wrists cuffed to her bedposts and her tailtip knotted around a hook.

"Feeling kinky today?" she said teasingly.

"You tell me," you said, and froze Tina's processes.

You knew what she enjoyed about time-stop porn, and so you took your time to pleasure all of her erogenous zones substantially, fucking her thoroughly, stuffing her full of cum, before getting back into your chair, looking exactly the way you had when you froze her, and permitted her to move again.

"Wh--OH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Tina screamed in pleasure as everything you'd done to her hit her all at once, all the sensations piling atop each other to give her an orgasm that a biological human brain couldn't have handled. Thankfully, in the simulation, with all the hormones and neurotransmitters being replicated through the emulation, nobody had a pleasure threshold any more.

"That," Tina said, once she'd come down from her gigantic climax some time later, her thrashing constrained by the bonds you'd put her in, "was fucking amazing, and I will never get tired of you doing that to me."

"I've only done it the once and you're already saying that?"

This time it was Tina's turn to give you a not-amused-by-your-shit glare. "You know the simulation doesn't let us get tired of even the most repetitive acts."

That was true, a safeguard built in to make sudden immortality tolerable.

"Now come on," Tina said. "Do that to me in the middle of us fucking. I want to see you jumping about as you pound me."

"We've got stuff to do tomorrow."

"And I'm stuff you need to do now."

You rolled your eyes at the terrible old joke but you were too aroused yourself to resist.