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Master PC: The Oldest Question

"Don't look so shocked," Vicky said, brushing raven locks behind her ear. "It's not that weird an idea – not with Master PC."

"It's a bit weird," Cole said.

"Is not! C'mon, you know I'm bi. I want to fuck a girl." She swung herself forward onto his lap, throwing her arms around his angular shoulders, and made her face as cartoonishly pleading as possible. "Pleeeaase?"

Cole tried to remain stoic, but his eyes crinkled after only a few seconds. His fingers were at Vicky's sides, tickling, so they laughed together; her movement on his lap was enticing. "So you want to fuck a girl."

"I've slept with girls before," Vicky said, wriggling a little so that she could feel his denim-wrapped cock against her thigh. "But this time I want to really fuck one. With a cock." She leaned forward past sandy, tousled hair to whisper in his ear. "I wanna feel what you feel when you fuck me."

Cole looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then swung her around as he stood, lifting her thin frame easily. He slammed her down onto the bed and spread her legs, leaning over her like a predator. "When I fuck you like this?"

Her wrists pinned, Vicky grinned and sucked air through her teeth. She nodded.

"You want to push a cock into a tight, needy pussy?" He was hard now, and she fought to grind herself against him, but he held his waist just out of reach.

"Yes, please..."

"You want to shoot your cum inside a girl?" He spread her legs with his knees, brushing just the straining zipper of his jeans against her panties. Vicky wriggled and writhed.

"Yes, yes, fuck!"

He leaned down far enough to taste her breath, and grinned. "Well, they say you can do anything with computers these days."

Vicky pouted and flounced a little when it became clear that she wasn't getting relief just yet, but Cole was typing passwords into the laptop so she didn't complain too hard.

"You are paranoid, you know," she said, coming over to rest her chin on his scalp.

"The founder of Silk Road got arrested when he left his laptop open in public," Cole said, using his nerd voice. "He was just a smuggler – I've got a reality-warping program on my hard drive that can break thermodynamics. There are plenty of people in the world who..."

"I really love being lectured out of school hours," Vicky noted. "Learning something, being taught, even when I'm relaxing with my boyfriend – it's just the best!"

"Oh, shut up. And I'm in."

The laptop screen bloomed with blocky early-2000s graphics as Master PC booted up. Cole's profile was loaded, and his 3d model rotated in all its naked glory at the centre of the window.

"Hey, you changed things," Vicky complained. "I specifically remember getting rid of your chest hair."

"I didn't like it," Cole said self-consciously. "It's so smooth when I'm in the shower, soaping myself... it feels weird."

"I don't know why you're worried about giving me a cock," she replied. "You're sounding pretty gay already." She reached down and stabbed at the nearest slider impulsively.

Cole gave an embarrassingly high-pitched yip as something shifted beneath his jeans. He blinked at the screen, looked underneath his belt, and swore. "One and a quarter inches? Fucking seriously?"

"Whatever demigod wrote this program," Vicky said, "had sex on the brain more than me. That slider should not be the easiest thing to reach." She got the touchpad and swung Cole back up to eight inches, then after a moment's thought, added another.

"You sure?"

"I... kind of want it to hurt a bit more. To feel like you're..." Below her, he wouldn't see her blush. "Splitting me. Fuck, I love your cock."

"I'm not sure how I'll feel about yours," Cole said, switching to his girlfriend's profile. "It's still kind of gay."

"Cole, I'm a girl, so it can't be gay. And anyway, you don't have to fuck me while I'm all... hermaphroditic."

"The preferred term is 'futanari'," Cole said, before remembering that he wasn't meant to be lecturing. "Uh, or whatever."

"Japanese. Because of course a perverse sexual thing has a Japanese name." Vicky pulled at his shirt and he obligingly raised his arms, letting her strip him. His upper body was tight with corded muscle, courtesy of Master PC. She kissed him once on the cheek before asking, "now will you give me a dick already?"

He smiled, pushing his chair away from the desk and spinning around. "Stay standing there." He typed for a second and Vicky's clothes vanished. Now it was her turn to give a startled yelp (lower and quieter than his, though). Her DD-cup breasts swung free, but even without a bra they stood preternaturally firm – with Master PC, there was no need to settle for the realistic. Her whole body shone, hairless below her shoulder-length dark curls, and the cleft of her pussy was pink with arousal.

She made some comment about expecting those clothes back soon enough, then posed for Cole's approval. Even after all the ways he'd seen her – all the things he'd done to her – his eyes still bugged satisfyingly.

"Okay Vee, last chance to back out."

"No way," she said firmly. "I'm wondering which girl I'm gonna fuck. Maybe Hannah Redding, from chem class? She has such a nice ass, I could do her doggy style and – whoah. Whoooaah." Vicky made balled fists and squeezed her eyes shut before looking down at herself. Her clit was throbbing visibly and her whole body was flushed with bloodflow, but that was all. "Uh, what – oh, fuck. What the hell was that?"

Cole's grin was infuriating. "The boring stuff."

"This doesn't feel boring." Vicky's voice was higher than she'd intended, wobbly. Her groin felt... it felt more. "S-seriously, what..."

"I made your biology a bit more futa - 'hermaphroditic.' Rewiring your internals, giving you a prostate..." Cole paused dramatically. "And fixing up your hormones. Which means hitting you with a lot more testosterone."

"I don't – why do I feel like I..." Vicky's hand was on her pussy, palm rubbing against her clit. She didn't remember putting it there.

"Testosterone is the primary hormonal trigger for sexual arousal," Cole said helpfully. "I'm not entirely sure how it'll actually feel, but chemically speaking you should be about... ten times hornier than you've ever been in your life." He peered at his girlfriend over the laptop screen. "Yes? No? Kind of?"

Vicky was almost doubled over, her tits swaying as she fingered herself. The wet sounds of pussy were almost as loud as her breathy voice. "Fucking fuck. How much fucking juice did you put in me?"

Cole frowned. "You should be at about normal levels for a male your age – "

"No I'm fucking not!" Vicky moaned. She looked up at him, her pupils wide. "Your fucking teacher-talk is turning me on, that's how bad this is. Fuck, I need you."

He held up a finger. "No, you wanted the full male experience, I would be a bad boyfriend if I denied your wishes – " He had to scoot the chair back to avoid her clumsy swing. She would have pursued him, but it was hard to do so with one hand in her pussy and the other pinching a nipple hard enough to hurt. "Stop masturbating, Vee," Cole said.

"As if."

"I want to see this. Get your hands out of the way or Master PC won't let you cum for an hour."

She glared at him, but she knew it wasn't an idle threat. He'd done something similar before, back when she was just the regular amount of horny... Slowly, straining, she stood straight. Her slit dribbled down her thigh, and her breathing sounded far too loud.

"Are you ready?"

Vicky swallowed thickly. "I'm ready."

Cole had had the changes written up for over a minute. He kept his eyes on her as he hit Enter.

She felt it first in her clit.

Blood pumped and her need stiffened, as it did normally when Cole licked her there, pressed inside her, or stretched his fingers around her throat. Except this time, it didn't stop. The heat spread outwards and Vicky stared down as her clit grew.

It peeled at the centre like a flower, as it pushed its way out from its hood. Its tip opened up to leak glistening fluid, darkening and hardening with need, inch after inch growing from her. Hardening, hardening – it didn't stop. She moaned, and then moaned again louder. Her knees were weak, and she fell back on the edge of the bed as her cock stood tall.

Cole put his laptop aside on the desk and scooted closer, staring. Vicky's new cock stood seven or eight inches tall and ramrod-straight. It grew straight from the vulva like the clitoris it had replaced, and the labia merged smoothly into its base like the scrotum would on a man.

"Wow," Cole mumbled, watching a pearlescent drop of precum swell at the tip. "That's... that sure is a dick."

"Fuuuuuck," Vicky moaned, squeezing her breasts. When she spoke, her voice was rough. "This is... this feels different."

"Not too different. You're still you, just..."

"Cock."

"Yeah."

There was silence for a few moments, then Vicky regained enough composure to look at her boyfriend. "S-so. If this is gay, you won't wanna fuck me, r-right?"

Cole considered that, then stepped forward and slipped a finger into Vicky's spread, dripping pussy. He reached for her g-spot with a curled finger, and she curled too as she spasmed.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck – " Arousal won out over reticence and Vicky reached down to grab her new orgasm, then wriggled more as new sensations slammed into her. "How do I – what do I – "

"Like this," Cole said, wrapping the fingers of his other hand around hers. "Whoah – uh, that's weird."

Vicky was just moaning now, but she moaned quizzically.

"Like when I masturbate, but – oh, right." Cole tightened his grip and began to jerk her, fingering her pussy gently all the while. "Don't squeeze too hard, it's better if you tease it out. The top part is sensitive, rub it with your thumb – " He was cut off by more moaning as she followed his suggestions.

Vicky's world was friction and fluid, and the quantities of both were increasing as she jerked herself faster. She fell completely back on the bed when Cole slipped a second finger into her pussy and resumed working her g-spot. Her hair splayed across her open face and she panted up at the ceiling.

"You're so wet," Cole said, finger-fucking her. His other hand rubbed her frenulum, below the glans. "Hey, which feels better? Cock or pussy?"

"Fffck, gonna cum, gonna cum gonnacum gnncummm- "

"So it's a tie?" He didn't have any more time for sarcastic comments, because Vicky was spurting.

It didn't look much like a man's orgasm. First, because her cum was almost clear – more like a woman's juices than a man's, shiny and transparent. And second, because she spurted hard enough to catch herself directly in the face.

Once Vicky's breathing slowed and she'd stopped painting herself pearlescent, Cole let go of her cock and stroked her pussy gently. "How was that?"

His girlfriend gave a long sigh. "No words. Should have sent a poet."

"Oh, shut up."

She chuckled and some of the cum fell between her lips. "Wow. I actually taste kinda good."

Cole nodded. "I was wondering about that. You don't have balls, so most of the seminal fluid would be –"

Vicky groaned once, and when he didn't shut up she sat up and pecked him on the lips. He jerked back in surprise as he tasted her. "Hey!"

"What's wrong?" she asked playfully. "You don't still think this is gay, do you?"

Cole could have answered, could even have made a joke. It seemed easier to unbuckle his jeans and remind Vicky just how good someone else's cock could feel.
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