Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter One: Editing Protection

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

The game is turning interesting. The malaise is falling away.

That pleases me to hear, Most High. I am curious to see what the mortal Jophiel selected will do to counter Anael’s piece.

Indeed. It is an interesting gambit to give his opponent more power.

Yes, Most High. The members of the Divine Counsel are all speculating endlessly on this one. It is a move that holds such risk.

Never trust the gift of your enemy. Jophiel has pleased me with her choice.

I will convey that to her, Most High.

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Sam Davies

“Oh, yes, Dreamgirl Delights is awesome,” I said as I walked down the street with my three friends away from our school, Rainier Christian College. All four of us wore identical gray skirts and white blouses, gray ties falling down the front of our tops. There was something appealing about girls in school uniforms, even if we were all barely adults and in college.

“Really?” asked Tammy, a hazel-eyed girl walking on my left. Her dark-brown hair fell around her round face. She was the tallest of us, her legs long and lithe, just gorgeous. “How do your brother and Seth uphold this claim they can create girls for you to enjoy?”

A shudder ran through me. I didn’t quite understand my brother’s, James’s, ability to create girls out of his drawing. He first did it a couple of weeks ago when he brought to life the two girls that he drew for his personal comics. They were his girlfriends now. Ruri and Orihime were interesting, their hair and eye colors impossible, their appearance clearly Japanese. Their Anime inspiration was stamped into their flesh. The family all accepted that James had his two girlfriends.

Why not, when my parents were having sex with me. And with my older sister, Becky. Since last Friday, a whole week, Becky and I had finally gone all the way with our father. In one night, he took our cherries and gave us such incestuous delight. After having a crush on Daddy for a while, it finally felt right to go all the way.

Of course, Mom was in Vegas visiting her girlfriend, Marissa, so she was a little miffed that Becky and I didn’t wait for her to get back. But when she did on Monday, well, she joined the fun. The four of us were having our fun while James had his.

“My brother’s special,” I said to Tammy. “Yesterday, I had sex with Samus! My favorite character to play in Smash Bros! Zero Suit Samus, too! It was amazing!”

“Yeah, we know,” said Rita, the Black girl rolling her eyes as she walked on my other side. She had plump lips and such a delicious shade of ebony skin. Her short hair looked so delicious. “You haven’t shut up about it. My phone is full of messages from you about her.”

“And pics,” said my third friend, Courtney. She had black hair and a dainty figure, her body petite like me, but whereas I was more of a skinny tomboy she was a delicate princess.

“Well, if you had a chance to take a selfie with a video game character you just had sex with, you’d do it,” I said, feeling defensive. I glanced at her, my short, red hair swaying about my face. I bounced on my heels. “Right?”

“Right,” said Courtney. “So he really just… creates them. That’s impossible.”

“And yet every boy at our college is heading to Dreamgirl Delights tonight,” said Rita.

“Good thing we’re all going to have fun at my house,” I said. “This slumber party is going to be awesome. You three are getting your cherries popped! My daddy will make it amazing!”

“Not so loud,” Tammy hissed as she glanced at some people ahead of us on the sidewalk.

“Right, right,” I said, my cheeks warming. People shouldn’t know about my family’s incest. I had to tell my friends, though. They were amazing. We shared everything.

Everything.

We had been having sex since we’d turned eighteen. On the surface, it was because we were horny but wanted to keep ourselves pure for our wedding days, but it was just an excuse for my friends to accept their bisexual desires. A way to indulge while pretending they were good, Christian girls. But all week, telling them about my daddy, I had convinced them to lose their cherries to him.

I even hoped that Rita would screw her father since she showed interest.

I was so glad my parents suggested this sleepover. I had a feeling my naughty mom and dad wanted to enjoy my friends. I knew Daddy, an English professor, was screwing this hottie at our college named Kyleigh while Mom just took a job as our school’s nurse. Who knew what wicked fun she was getting up to.

“Still, this weekend is going to be awesome,” I said. “My brother’s going to be at Dreamgirl Delights all weekend.” I told Daddy today about it, lying that my brother was hanging out with his nerdy friend. They were in business together on their fictitious girl bordello they opened.

“I’m not so sure,” Tammy said. She squirmed, her dark-brown hair swaying. “It’s just… I was saving myself for marriage and now…”

“You can just sit back and watch the fun,” I told her, grabbing her hand. I was sure when she saw the fun the rest of us were having, she’d want to join. “Or you can just play with mom. Don’t feel pressured to—”

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Steve Davies

Time was paused around me as I stared at my cell phone, the editing reality app opened upon the ballot printing machine that was edited by someone other than me.

EDITED BY PLAYER 2

“Who is Player 2?” I asked, glancing at the angel Anael.

She stood naked by my time-frozen wife. I was in my living room, my wife standing before me, holding her absentee ballot in her hand for the recall election. She had an excited smile on her face, her auburn hair falling about her shoulders down to her pink scrub top. She was working as a school nurse because I edited reality.

For the last week, I had the power to change things. The angel Anael—the slender, blonde standing naked before me, her breasts small and perky, her eyes a deep purple—had chosen me. She was charged by the Most High to give me the power to stand outside of causality. Three times a day, via the app, I could edit the circumstances of a person’s life, changing their body, how the pressures of life had shaped their personality, create auras around them that could allow them to go naked all the time, or even to grow horny to have sex by entering a certain room.

I had used it to relieve my wife, Linda, of the guilt that she felt for being bisexual. She had hidden an affair with her college friend from me the entire time I knew her. When she went to her trips to visit Marissa in Vegas, they were spending most of that time in bed, my wife indulging in her desire for women. Her Christian upbringing wracked her with shame for the lesbian sex which only compounded with the guilt of cheating on me.

I tweaked her so she didn’t have to feel ashamed.

I didn’t anticipate how open that would make her. It changed our marriage, with my wife and I sharing women she seduced, including many who attended our church. There were marriages that no longer existed because of this, the women discovering they’d rather be with women.

There were always unanticipated consequences to editing something.

Like when I edited the mayor of my hometown, Rainier, to be more progressive. To care about the growing homeless problem spilling out of nearby Seattle. When I changed the mayor and the three members of the city council, I hadn’t anticipated them passing a 23% property tax to build free housing for all the homeless people.

It would bankrupt everyone in town. It was a disaster. I changed them too much. And once something was edited, it couldn’t be changed again. There were rules to this game the Most High was playing.

I did the only thing I could: I edited an immediate recall vote. It was announced today that they were out and the emergency elections were supposed to be held soon with only the people who ran in the last election on the ballot. That was what I edited into reality.

Then the ballots arrived today faster than I thought. My name was down as a candidate for mayor. The printer was edited by someone else. Another person had this app and was changing things, too. These ballots had auras on them. People would feel that I was the right person to vote for.

I was going to be mayor of Rainier and I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t fix the printer, and only able to edit three ballots a day meant I could only get a handful out of the thousands that were mailed out.

“I don’t understand how someone else can have this power,” I repeated, my mind reeling. “This is insane, Anael.”

“Not really,” the angel said. She sauntered around my wife, Anael’s small breasts jiggling. She ran fingers up her thighs towards her juicy, hairless pussy. She always was horny, an angel of sexuality. “The Most High can give this power to anyone. He’s merely added another player to the game.”

“Another player?”

“Yeah, to spice it up.” Anael shuddered as her fingers reached her pussy. She rubbed up and down her slit. “Maybe it’s my fault that he felt things were getting stale. I mean, I do have you focused a lot on sex.” She giggled. “But that’s my nature.”

“So who has it?” I asked.

She shrugged, her fingers stroking her pussy lips. She advanced on me, her purple eyes growing glossy. “You’ll have to figure it out. Clearly, the person knows that you have this power.”

A clenching hand of panic seized my heart. “What about my family? What if he…?” My words trailed off. “Right, they’re protected.”

I had edited my three children. I tweaked my tomboy Sam so she liked wearing skirts (and avoid a constant fight with her mother who felt women should wear skirts). Then I’d edited both my daughters so they had the confidence to act on their desire for me.

That had been a shock to learn that my daughters were in love with me, wanted to have sex with me. I couldn’t resist making sure it happened, that my wife would accept it.

I had edited my son to bring to life those two girls he drew all the time. Ruri and Orihime made him happy, and he was coming out of his shell. He was hanging out with a friend instead of spending all his time in his room drawing his fantasies.

“My family’s safe,” I said in relief. “He can’t edit them, right? I mean… I can’t edit this printing machine.”

“Once something is edited, it’s locked,” Anael said.