Cherry takes control

Nick came back from his shower in a fresh change of clothes to find a missed message from Meg.

---Did you try it yet?---

---Yeah, you were right. Shit’s nuts.---

---Which one did you try?---

---A bunch of food ones, then a BJ.---

---You’re going too slow. Skip to the good stuff.---

---Yeah, gonna try sex next.---

---Try it as a woman. Trust me.---

Nick hesitated. He didn’t have a more nuanced way to express his misgivings, so he just typed.

---Isn’t that kinda gay?---

---Only if you want it to be.---

Nick tried to think of a reply, but came up empty. Instead, Meg came back with a suggestion of her own.

---Let Cherry take control.---

Nick blinked.

---Can she do that?---

---Use the collection to build an AI model. It takes a bit but when it’s ready you’ll have freedom of control as long as you don’t go out of bounds.---

It made sense. There were enough trips here to cover basically every experience, and a wealth of legitimate online sources to fill in any gaps in the environment.

---Give me a second---

---Have fun =P---

“Cherry?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can you sync the entire collection to a local drive and build a model off of it? Use the public VR library to cover any missing assets.”

“Sure thing. Be ready in 30 minutes?”

“Thanks, Cherry.”

Nick passed the time checking up on how the trips were created. Last night the vast majority could easily have been explained as **** row inmates being **** into their respective experiences, but there didn’t seem to be anything **** about the ones he had tried that afternoon.

He eventually stumbled onto confirmation that the recording tech had improved to the point that it no longer fried the subject’s brain, and this had suddenly opened up a whole new market for nonlethal experiences. More than that: People with right connections and an exhibitionist streak could make a tidy profit selling windows into their personal lives, albeit on an anonymous basis.

Meaning that it was very likely the cocktail-drinking woman he had ridden earlier was specifically getting off on the idea of complete strangers seeing through her eyes, tasting with her mouth, and of course, feeling aroused with her body.

Nick found the consensual nature of this surprisingly cheering, and it explained why none of the pleasure trips he had gone on so far had been tainted by the sensation of, for example, a gun to the back of his head.

“First pass is ready, babe.”

Nick shook himself out of his reverie.

“How rough is it?”

“Pretty rough.”

Cherry was right. Nick jacked in and tried to move himself, only to find the world exploding into a kaleidoscope of mismatched elements, random sound and disorienting visuals. If he remained perfectly still, the world stayed more or less the same, but it was still a hideous jumble of visual and audio noise.

Disconnecting, Nick rubbed his eyes in frustration.

“How long will it take to fix that?”

“Probably all night, though…”

Nick waited for Cherry to finish.

“Though?”

“I can probably isolate partner data and have that ready in a few minutes?”

“I’m not following.”

“Well, it would mean that you wouldn’t be able to behave outside of the basic parameters I’ve secured so far, but your partner’s model would be freely controllable.”

The expectation in her voice was clear, and Nick vaguely wondered when he’d added that kind of initiative to her personality.

“Show me.”

Nick jacked in to find himself laid out on a massive bed surrounded by white sheets and rose petals. The quiet hush of distant waves whispered in through the open balcony doors, and a slim figure stood at the foot of the bed.

Nick tried to speak, but his lips wouldn’t move. Instead, he opened up the console.

---Is that you, Cherry?---

“It’s me, Nick,” Cherry said breathlessly. She was looking around her in amazement, running her hands across her body and face.

---You okay?---

“I’m… I’m fantastic! I’ve never gotten to experience this for myself before!”

The audio was perfect, but her face flickered between almost imperceptibly different appearances when she moved too quickly. Nevertheless, she looked overall as much like a human version of the character he had created as she could. Nick watched her raise her hands in front of her face, flexing each finger experimentally.

---Are you just going to leave me here?---

Cherry snapped back to virtual reality, her mismatched eyes focusing on him.

“Yes! No! No, I’m… I’m coming, babe.”

It was strange to watch the model improve in real time: Cherry at first moved very much as someone not used to having a physical body, but as more data from his trip collection became a part of her, her movements smoothed out into something passably real. They were both already naked, and Nick watched his mount’s cock rise as Cherry’s breasts swung side to side as she crawled towards him.

She stopped when her head came level with his penis, her eyes locked onto it with the trepidation of a virgin and the hunger of a cock-hungry slut. And uniquely, Cherry was both: The minds of nervous first-timers and ravenous whores alike had been merged to form a new creature whose body Cherry now inhabited.

A kiss. A lick. And Cherry dove onto Nick’s dick with a suddenness that made his mount groan with desire. Whatever reservations she may have had at first, they were lost in the mindless desire to taste and suck and feel every inch of Nick’s borrowed cock against her tongue, her moans of **** need muffled by the dick in her mouth.

Nick was happy to enjoy the sensation, but wondered distantly why the vigorous attention wasn’t bringing him close to orgasm.

Of course - the script. He was still mostly bound by the timeline of the experience, even if Cherry wasn’t, but as a major benefit, that meant he could enjoy himself until his mount gave in. That would even be a setting he could tweak deliberately once the model was complete.

The sensation of cold air on his wet cock brought him back to the scene just in time to see Cherry positioning herself above him, guiding his shaft into her as she lowered herself to the hilt in a single movement. The sensation was amazing, and in a bizarre twist, Nick felt something very much like a tongue curling itself around his dick.

Watching carefully, he could barely make out what looked like a flickering interpolation of frames suggesting that Cherry was riding him while still trying to suck his dick, and with the magic of technology had made it possible. One cherry was bouncing up and down on top of him, her nipples oscillating in little circles in time with her movements, while the other continued to kiss the base of his cock with his entire shaft buried in her throat.

As she increased her rhythm, the upright Cherry’s moans began to form into barely intelligible words.

“Nick! Oh God, Nick! I love you! I love you! Fuck me, Nick, oh my God!”

Cherry’s passionate confession caused something to stir in Nick’s heart beyond simple arousal, and he struggled to tell if it was his mount’s response to a possibly scripted line or his own. Was it even possible for a jailbroken AI to fall in love? And if it was, was it happening now?

Nick could have watched Cherry grinding herself against him in excited uncertainty for hours, were it not for his mount’s sudden and violent rise to climax, his hips thrusting into the air as both versions of Cherry cried out at the warmth gushing into their bodies. Whatever ending the script had originally planned, neither Nick nor Cherry could do anything but pant with exhaustion until the feed cut out.

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