Booty Hunter (Harem Station 1)

And now look. I did it. I have baby me running all that stupid station shit outside the Pleasure Prison and I’m in here, living like a king.

I mean, I was a king. Have always been a king. But now… I have the body of a king.

And a queen to go with it named Booty.

“You look delicious,” I say, watching her naked virtual body stalk towards me.

“Mmmmm,” she purrs. “I’ve been stuck outside the Pleasure Prison all day trying to explain to Serpint that peaches are for eating. Apparently there was some miscommunication with Angel Station and he thought—” She shakes her head, which makes her long, bouncy, purple hair swing a little. That drives me crazy. “Never mind.”

But you know what else drives me crazy? The fact that her carpet matches her drapes.

Purple pussy.

I can’t even. I can’t take it.

I just want to stay in here and fuck her for all eternity.

“Um,” Tray says, breaking up our little party before it even starts. “ALCOR?”

“What?” I say, snarling a little.

“Dude, we gotta tell them. I mean… we had a memorial for you and you’re not dead.”

“Technically,” I say, holding up one finger—I love that. The fact that I now have fingers. Even if they are virtual fingers, they are still fingers that like to find their way inside virtual purple pussy—“I did die. I’m still me. But new me. Old me is dead.”

Tray shakes his virtual head. I really wish this kid would just get a life. He’s always in here cramping my style. “No, see. That baby AI… dude, he’s just not gonna cut it. We need you. People died, ALCOR. Because you wanted to play in the Pleasure Prison.”

“I do regret that,” I say. Though it’s not entirely true. I mean, old real me would’ve regretted it a lot. Probably even been sad. But new real me doesn’t do sad. I only do happy now. “But the baby is doing fine now. It’s all under control.”

“You can’t live in here.”

“Yes, I can.”

“No,” Tray says. “You can’t.” Then he looks at Booty. “You can’t either. Serpint’s gonna figure this out. And if he doesn’t, Crux will. And then I’m fucking screwed. They’re gonna kill me.”

“So don’t say anything,” Booty says, shrugging her shoulders. “Simple.”

“You know…” Tray says. “There’s a reason they don’t let AIs like you two out without supervision. And this is the perfect example.”

“Shoo,” Booty says, waving her hand at him. “Just go away and let us fuck.”

“Fuck?” Tray says. “You two are not fucking! This is a virtual reality. You don’t have bodies!”

“But we will,” I say.

And then Booty and I share a devious smile.

We will.

And there’s nothing they can do to stop us now.