The pan towards the alien sunset was a genre-appropriate way for a science-fiction picture to end, as the women who were creating the fantasy through subliminal suggestions to Ryan’s hypnotized mind knew from his memories. The scene faded to black for all of them and they emerged from the collective trance as each raised their mindshields briefly to sever the link. Back in the real world again, the eight of them moved and stretched to get the blood moving again in their bodies that had lain quietly on the soft mat for over an hour.
The women were themselves ample evidence of how the fantasy had affected them: their fourteen breasts were in various states of engorgement, and their thighs were shiny with the moisture that had oozed out of them unconsciously. They were all smiling as well for the erotic novelty of the story they’d crafted for themselves with Ryan’s help. Nipples sent, with a sly grin, [query := Ryan’s cognitive dissonance has been successfully reduced]
Ryan reached over and brushed her cheek affectionately. “Indeed it has. The parody you made of the genre from which a few of my subconscious expectations were formed has shattered them completely. The thought of you Azurites, who walk around immersed in intimacy and connection, needing to be taught about love…that’s as ridiculous as contemplating teaching fish to swim.”
[Snapper’s goal of memorable sex := also achieved] Bethany sent, and everyone chuckled over that foray.
“I’m wondering about one thing, though. There was an ineffable difference between the characters like Buzz and Chip, that I gather you just had me imagine, and your personal characters. ‘Vatara’ felt more like one of you, but you were all accounted for.”
Suddenly, there were doubtful looks from most of the women, as if they were just now registering something they’d noticed in passing earlier.
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