"Okay, girls!" Millie claps her hands at the front of the bus driving into the forest. "Phones off for the whole weekend! There's no service out in the woods, and we're gonna get to know each other!" Millie has been the queen bee of every group she's been part of her entire life. She's been captain of the cheerleader squad more years than not, and she looks the part. Big red ribbons tying her hair into twin blonde buns. Half the girls here didn't even want to go until she strong-armed them into it.

"Well, well, well." Grace recalls her Porygon and stows it on her belt. "Looks like you're out of Pokemon. You owe me something~" Her boot lands on your groin. She smiles and teases until you fall under her spell.

Next time you're in her gym, it's cleaner than last time. Weird. (Picture by @WhatdoIDH !)

Princess made a bet with you. Whoever masturbates first loses. Loser gets trotted around in public in an outfit of the winner's choice and has to tell everyone what happened. Princess teases you at every opportunity. Cupping her bulge. Wafting her musk at you. Whispering your triggers in your ear. You get all cute and squirmy and blushy. And, of course, she makes you suck her dick all the time so she's not tempted.

I like getting followed by these bots that just exist to make another instance's federated timeline better. Like they're humble ambassadors or explorers landing at my world. Greeting them with a wave and welcoming them into one of the parts of the world physical beings can navigate. It's a tangle of wires, cables, and building scaffolding until you get to a pretty nice living room type area. It's not long until I get to really play with them.

Princess found out you're a magical girl, and has been tinkering with your wand behind your back for weeks. When you head out with a flimsy excuse to go fight crime, Princess waits for you to leave and sneaks out behind you. When you pull out your wand, you don't notice the subtle circuit traces flashing over its surface and tracing otherwise imperceptible cracks. It only took a little viral touch to, well, you'll see~

So I've been thinking about things for a while, specifically what my angle is with a certain hacker princess. The idea of a semi-free floating virus-type intelligence has been in my head for a long time, and I've decided to see where it goes. So, here is:

Princess Grace: Origins It's 1993 as balls outside. In fact, it's 1993 as balls everywhere, because the it is 1993. You come home with a nice stack of shareware floppy disks. You stack them on the desk. Doom? Boring. Epic Pinball? Whatever. Princess Grace? Well, you have to run that one immediately.

You: "What if there was a sexy lady devil who at my soul and gave me a job at her company as her brainwashed minion"
Me: "That's pretty good, but have you considered that, but it's also The Office?" Since someone asked~

"Excellent." The pen vanishes. The scroll promptly rolls itself back up. Lily plucks it out of the air and tucks it into her jacket pocket. Nice and safe by her cold, shriveled heart.

You come home from work and throw your bag onto the couch. "Princess, is there still dinner left over?"

"I thought we'd skip straight to dessert tonight~" Grace calls. You follow the intoxicating scent of fruit and whipped cream into the kitchen. (art by @Cavitees !) As soon as you cross the threshold, Grace whips a dollop of hand-whipped cream at you. It smears across your eyes and turns them a seductive, delicious pink.

"Princess!" You scoff. "What the h-" You feel it sinking into your face. You feel... looser. More gelatinous.

There's a girl at the bus stop when you get there. She scoots over to make room on the bench without looking at you. She's flicking a shiny steel lighter open and closed. Sometimes she'll twirl it around her ring or toss it to herself before summoning the flame. It's a delightful orange flame, framed by thin blue licks. You only get to look at it for a second at most before she snaps it shut. She looks at you. You look away. She goes back to her lighter. "You can look if you want." She says, watching the lighter flip between her fingers.

Sure, you say you don't want to be bullied, but we both know you'd rather have an orgasm and a wedgie than neither. Also, when you're hypnotized, you say all sorts of things. Things like "Thank you for bullying me, Princess! Make me lick your boot while I masturbate! Pull my hair! Break my glasses and swat my books away! Take my lunch money! I'm your nerd slut!"

You sit on the couch with your bratty bully brain. You cross your arms and scoff at Princess Grace. "What are you gonna do with that wig, nerd? You can't even see with it on."

She leans on the couch and plops it on your head. "No, but you can~" You focus on the screen inside. Pink spiral for your right eye, black spiral for the right. A speaker in each ear pumps Princess's perfect program into your head. The black side urges you to be a bad girl (for Princess) and the pink side demands you be a good girl (for Princess!)

You're Princess's bodyguard, which means your job is to stand near her and look tough in public, then turn into her horny hypnotized puddle in private. You're taller than me, even when sitting. Short blonde hair with a pink streak over one eye so everyone knows who you belong to. You wear a black suit, tailored to show every last muscle. Your earpiece lightly dusts your brain with my voice to keep you on task.

Walking home late at night? Naughty naughty. You never know what you might come across. You might start wondering if you should call a car before you hear a soft hissing echoing from one of the countless dark alleys. The sharp scent of spray paint fumes burns your nose hairs. You pull your shirt over your nose as a filter and hurry past. A voice calls from behind you. "Aren't you gonna look?"

You walk into the alley. A girl in a striped pink hoodie sandwiches her skunk tail between her back and the wall.

Quarter Viper's arcade, The Viper Pit, has an excellent prize counter. Once you've emptied your wallet into the machines and lost your free will to all those lovely, glowing screens, you have a wad of tickets to spend. Or, more likely, spend according to your new programming.

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If you spent your bottom dollar rescuing a princess, that flowing pink dress feels pretty good. If you just beat Dirt Blaster 2000, you make a lovely maid. Most Viper Pit visitors become good little mascots for the arcade until she lets them go.

Princess turning you into a nice, squeaky latex suit and borrowing your body for a few hours. She knows how much you love being used and shown off and having Princess's bulge press against your insides~ Feeling Princess open up the zipper on your back, losing control of your body, and feeling the raw bliss of having her use you~

You awake to Li'l Grace sitting on your chest. "So, how good are you at geometry?" Big smile.

You sit up in bed. You're alright, but it's been a while.

"Good! You're gonna go to school for me today and take my test."

You shake your head. "Gracie, what are you talking about?" "Wrong answer. Good girls do better than that in Ms. B's class." She dangles her crystal. Her soft fingers cup your chin. "Nice, deep breaths for Princess Gracie. Get all soft and warm in your comfy bed."

You rest your head against the pillow, eyes stuck to the crystal.

"Good girl." Cass scratches her latest conquest behind the ear. A spiked black leather collar, thrumming with a length of golden thread, sits around her neck. That tiny vein of gold is enough to turn a favorite teacher into a panting, obedient puppy. So cute!

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"Okay, Miss Applegate." Cassandra kisses her puppy's nose. She unclips the leash from her puppy's collar and prepares her latest masterpiece. A classic black and white maid dress with all the frills she could muster. The only splashes of color were the pink bow and golden thread.

You finish the summoning circle and chant the incantations. The candles are lit. The conditions are right. A pillar of brilliant golden light shoots from the floor. A proud, regal figure walks out of the light and bumps into the invisible barrier. "Someone's done her homework." Her golden sandal slides against the chalk circle. Her long spade-tipped tail idly flicks against the barrier. Sparks scatter to the ground. "You wouldn't believe how often I get summoned and they just let me wreak havoc."

You slide your glasses up your nose and tuck a loose strand of hair back into your tight bun. You stick your head out your office door and say "Miss Grace, I'll see you when you're ready." The blonde folds up her magazine and follows you in. She sits on the couch and you in your office chair. "Do you remember where we were last time?" You don't look down at your notes. You already know.

"Isn't it your job to remember?" She crosses one leg over the other. "It's been like a month. I got stuff going on."

Princess pats your padded butt and makes sure your layers of frills and lace are in place. She paints a pair of pink hearts on your cheeks and makes sure your lips match. She clicks the padlocks into place on your corset, high heels, and the long pink wig cascading to your butt. She tugs your big fairy princess wings into place and gives you one more big hug. "Okay, dear. Your fairy princess wand here has just enough money for bus fare and to pay the locksmith to take two of your locks off."

"But I have three locks, Princess!"

Rebecca crosses one leg over the other. She's dressed head to toe in a shiny black bodysuit studded with little round mirrored hologram projectors. She shakes her long white hair down to the small of her back. She twirls a long syringe full of yellow liquid. "Mmm, I forget what's in this one. Let's find out." She pokes it into her neck and lets half of it slip into her bloodstream. Pink ripples wash down her hair. Her cheeks and lips grow full. Her hologram projectors light up.