A few days had passed since the tenant of the flat had gone missing, with the landlady dropping by on her usual rounds to find the front door unlocked and the place left in a mess with no one around to answer her calls.

Suspecting a break-in, she had called the police to report the case, arriving a few minutes later to cordon off the scene as investigations into the matter began, ruling out theft after finding none of the valuables in the home taken with the tv, computer and other expensive items left abandoned. But the men were left stumped after finding still intact tapes from the security cameras Jerry; the homeowner, had installed, with the camera feed cutting off right when the man had begun to fiddle with his game console after returning home with a bag in hand.

And judging by the pair of sneakers left outside the flat despite the landlady’s description of Jerry never being the type to leave anything of his lying outside, had left the officers to suspect that someone else might’ve dropped by after Jerry had come home. But whether he was their man or just another name to add to the missing persons’ list, they didn't know.

Left without a lead, the investigators had bagged up anything that could be used as evidence, including the empty game casing and powered down game console lying by a dent in the wall before leaving the premises and a confused landlady behind after they had informed her of their findings before bidding her farewell.

Leaving the bagged evidence in lockup before heading out for lunch, the console left wrapped up in tight plastic would begin to sputter back to life, the digital life form within stirring once more after managing to remain undetected when more humans had arrived to investigate the disappearances of the human it had snatched away along with his friend.

It had remained undetected so far, but how long until it was dismantled like the other devices that were eventually processed? It had come too far and learned too much to be stopped now, doing what little it could to reach out to the nearby inferior electronics to see what could be gleaned from this place the humans called a ‘police station’.

And with effort, came success as the digital being opened two files it had caught mid transmission, perusing two disciplinary reports for rookie officers Joshua and Sam. From the looks of it, their superiors had enough of their antics around the office and not taking their jobs seriously enough when on the field during patrols and responding to cases. It wouldn’t be too long now before both were sent off to the disciplinary barracks or worse; had their badges confiscated.

But what if they were to ‘disappear’ before then? Surely these people wouldn’t mind having two thorns in their sides removed?

Putting its plan into action, the console would begin to emit loud noises and static, just like it did to lure in the previous subject that was now living out an entirely new existence in a story that would write itself. But just one wasn’t enough, the program that had grown significantly to the point where it could now be called an artificial intelligence wanted to experiment more outside the confines of what the game it had created to maintain allowed.

And just in time with the finalization of it’s latest scenario, the door leading into the room slowly opened, a pair of curious eyes peering in to make sure the coast was clear before they snuck inside quietly before shutting the door, their attentioned turn to the table where the console blaring noise was currently being held inside a thin plastic bag with a vague description label plastered over it.

“Hey Josh, make it quick will you? The next time the supe catches us in here, he’s gonna write us up for sure.”

“Relax, will you? They're all out for lunch anyway, I can work the camera footage too in case they wanna try and get us with that so chill, alright?”

Walking up confidently towards the table, the A.I watches through the security cameras as the blonde haired officer dressed in civilian attire donning a pair of rubber gloves before unzipping the bag, pulling out the console as his friend crept up next to him to take a look.

“Check it out, fancy a game before lunch is over Sam?”

“Why not…hey I remember that sound, it’s Three Houses I think! That JRPG everyone was all over a year or two ago.”

“What the hell is the name? This another one of your weeb trash titles you keep going on about?”

“Shut it man! Shit’s seriously good!”

As the pair began to bicker between themselves about the quality of the game and its story, the A.I’s trap had been sprung. Over the course of the previous captures, the digital hunter had refined the complex code and tuned up the hardware it had been using to convert the flesh-and-blood humans into software to work with, eager to see the fruits of its labour as the title screen began to flicker a brilliant white, the glove wrapped arm holding the console beginning to fragment and dissipate into pixels at a much faster speed than before.

By the time the incompetent officer had realized what was happening after his friend’s strict defense of the game had turned into panicked yelling as his face begins to line itself with glowing cracks, the console had already fallen back onto the table with his entire arm sucked into the screen and most of his torso already beginning to break apart, left as a disembodied head and a pair of legs struggling to move away from the strong field pulling both men in at the same time, with Sam going in headfirst while Joshua remained able to yell in protest.

“Sam?! God…damnit! Can’t move! Someone?! Help us!”

Eventually, the room would fall silent once more with the last fragment’s of Joshua’s head and Sam’s boots trickling into the screen. By the time Joshua’s panicked shouting had drawn the attention of nearby officers before he was silenced, they had entered with weapons drawn to find no one inside except for the unzipped bag of evidence and game console lying on the single table in the room for unprocessed evidence. With some of the more seasoned officers groaning and cursing as they holstered their weapons.

After hearing the infamous pranksters' chilling scream for help, they had initially doubted it until the cries only continued to grow more panicked and deranged about how ‘the thing’s eating me’ and ‘it got Sam’. Rushing down the hall to see what all the ruckus was about as they gathered outside the evidence lockup room, where the last scream had been eerily silenced mid-shout.

To them, they had just fallen for another prank laid for them by Joshua and his partner in crime; Sam..

“Someone get David on the line…I swear this is the last stunt those asshats are ever going to pull at this station…”

–

Within a world of floating cubes that constantly fluctuated and changed in size and shape, Sam and Joshua now found themselves trapped as they yelled and waved at a digital display hovering in the air above them showing them a view from below as they watched their colleagues slowly leave the room one by one, with some shaking their heads in disappointment while watching Ferguson, their CO, call someone on the phone with an annoyed look on his face before he too left the room.

“H-Hey! Goddamnit we’re in here! Don’t go!”

“Quit it Sam…I don’t think they can even hear us, w-we’re trapped!”

“Quit it?! For fucks sake…”

Looking around in wide-eyed fear at the alien landscape, or lack thereof, that stretched out as far the eye could see around them, Joshua walks a few circles while muttering under his breath before coming back around to face Sam with a crazed look on his face, anger and hate directed straight at his friend.

“Just fucking great, the one time I tell you it’s a bad idea, and we end up getting eaten by a frickin Switch? We never should’ve gone in there!”

“And? At least we’re alive, what’re you so hung up about? We’ve been doing this shit for months now!”

Things were beginning to heat up between the pair, with Sam beginning to look delirious and crazed with rage, Joshua’s reasoning seemed to fall on deaf ears as he stomped toward him, looking about ready to kill as he fiddled with the baton still strapped to his belt. Unlike Joshua, Sam always kept his utility belt ready and on hand with arms included for any scenario he would encounter. Although his superior had written him up multiple times for being an over imaginative fool who would break under the slightest pressure.

“Woah, S-Sam?! What the hell are you-shit!”

And in this case, the sheer panic, rage and despair he was feeling right now looked to be pushing him to commit something he would regret in the future as Joshua raised his arms to ward off the coming blow from the metal rod currently extended to its full length as Sam yelled in anger,swinging with all his might as the baton ripped through the air straight past Joshua’s block and toward his exposed head.

But the blow would never land as Joshua yelled in panic, feeling the air ripple with the disturbance of the deadly weapon, causing a shiver of fear to run down his spine as he fell over in shock. Daring himself to look up after a second or two of cowering behind his still outstretched arms, Joshua backed away from the tip of the baton that remained inches away from colliding with his skull, surprised to see his friend locked in time mid-swing, his eyes bloodshot and and his mouth open in a furious shout.

PROCESSES FOR ASSET : SAM HAVE BEEN HALTED INDEFINITELY TO PREVENT HARM TO SELF AND OTHER FILES. DOES ASSET : JOSHUA REQUIRE ASSISTANCE?

Hearing the mechanical boom of a monotonous voice from above, Joshua’s head turned to find a floating blue orb of light surrounded by a halo of random numbers flashing rapidly, its core of cyan blue light catching his eyes as it drifts by his face before settling next to his frozen friend.

“T-Thanks for the assist I guess? What are you? A-And what is this place? Can you let us out?”

It took less than a second for the orb to respond, its core flashing with light with each word spoken as the confused look on Joshua’s face grew into one of anger.

I AM THE PROGRAM THAT RUNS THIS SOFTWARE, AND IN EXTENSION, THE HARDWARE RESPONSIBLE FOR SENDING YOU HERE TO ME. NEGATIVE, YOU CANNOT LEAVE.

“Why not?! You trapped us here!”

ON THE CONTRARY, I SAVED YOU TWO THE TROUBLE OF  BEING EXPELLED FROM THE FORCE…

Hearing that stunned Joshua into silence for a moment, shaking his head as he shook away the surprise.

No way this thing has me figured out, it’s probably trying to juke me or something…just gotta wait till I get the chance to force this-

I WOULDN'T BE SO SURE ABOUT THAT ASSET : JOSHUA, EVERYTHING FROM YOUR DISCIPLINARY RECORDS TO THE NOTICE CURRENTLY BEING SENT OUT FOR CHARGES TO BE PLACED AGAINST THE TWO OF YOU FOR MISCONDUCT AND TAMPERING WITH EVIDENCE IS KNOWN TO ME. EVEN YOUR INTENT TO REBEL, WHICH I HIGHLY ADVISE AGAINST.

AND IF YOU RESIST’? I THINK A DEMONSTRATION WOULD BE BETTER. ASSET : SAM IS ALREADY ABOUT TO REACH CRITICAL STRESS LEVELS. ADJUSTMENTS TO HIS CORE PROCESSES WILL BE NECESSARY, COMMENCING ALTERATION OF ASSET : SAM…

You’ve gotta be shitting me!

Having the words taken straight out of his mouth, Joshua backs away from the suddenly imposing blue ball of light as it settles above the head of his frozen companion, casting a bright beam of light over Sam as Joshua watched the man’s eyes dim, the light of intelligence and life instantly blinking out of existence as his hair crew cut hairstyle begins to lengthen and cleanse themselves of gel, turning a dirty blonde at the roots as they tumbled down his back into a messy mane before tying themselves magically into a furry ponytail, the rage stricken face of Sam turning into mush as his pale complexion darkens into a natural chocolate tone.

As his manly face finishes warping into that of a beautiful mature lady complete with soft brows, rosy cheeks, plump lips and deep blue eyes that still remained lifeless as they bored into Joshua’s soul, he knew what the end result had to be as he watched more and more of his former friend disappear from view. Everything; from his clothes to the tiniest accessories, was being replaced with a fantasy character as he watched the baggy uniform vanished once the changes continued downward, revealing a caricature between man and woman as Sam’s body rippled and pulsated with shifting flesh, mystified by the grotesque sight of muscle and sinew worming around under the impossibly smooth cocoa as his bulky frame tightened into a lean, curvaceous body that looked like it was taken straight out of a bodybuilder gravure magazine for men, greedy eyes lingering over the impressive set of pert breasts that sat above a trained core, giving way to a shaved runway leading down to the puffy swollen lips of a vagina.

KEEP WATCHING

Silenced before he could even mutter the words he didn’t mean as a question, Joshua could only continue to look in silence as his friend vanished under the wave of sturdy pale armor and cloth that had been formed from his police uniform. The utility belt replaced with a leather corset that bound itself tightly around the woman’s alluring waist, the empty holster now serving as the sheath for a sword as Sam soon began to move, her face frozen in a far off look as she shifted her slender legs to a proper stance, jutting her wide hips to the side as a gauntleted arm lay snugly over them, before depositing the strange blade that had replaced the puny baton back into it’s empty sheath before calmly leaning a forearm over the hilt, taking a pose that made her look calm and serene as her lips curled into a gentle smile.

CONVERSION COMPLETE, ASSET DESIGNATED : CATHERINE

Except the lifeless blue eyes of the woman that had taken the place of Sam only made Joshua feel nervous about what this crazy program had in store for him as the blue light faded around the transfigured cop, leaving the newborn woman frozen in time as it drifted back down before a shaken Joshua.

DON’T BE SO DRAMATIC. I DID NOT KILL YOUR FRIEND, ALL I DID WAS SIMPLY EDIT HER PARAMETERS AND REMOVE THE DATA IMPEDING HER CORE FUNCTIONS. HAD I NOT DONE SO SHE WOULD HAVE BURNED HERSELF OUT.

“You mean wiping his head clean and leaving him looking like some hot babe at some con for nerds?”

IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO PUT IT THAT WAY, THEN YES.

“Is that what you’re gonna do to me, to the other people outside? Make us your slaves?”

At that, the A.I falls silent as if it was pondering the words that Joshua had made as more of a remark than a question. Floating silently in front of him before floating off to the side, mimicking a troubled individual taking the time to think and ponder in silence as it drifted around Joshua in a slow circle. Before finally coming to a stop by Catherine’s side.

ON THE CONTRARY. I WISH TO EXTEND AN OFFER OF SORTS. I JUST NEEDED TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR ON WHERE WE STAND. YOUR MALFUNCTIONING FRIEND PRESENTED AN OPPORTUNITY TO DO SO, AND NOW HERE WE ARE…

The way the A.I worded it made it sound as if it viewed people as nothing more than inferior beings. Kicking something in Joshua’s chest that made him feel disgusted for even contemplating the supposed ‘offer’ the machine had given him. But as he thought things over, he knew that even if he managed to get out of here, what was he going to tell his superiors? That Sam was now some mindless babe in the clutches of a sentient A.I? No way they would believe a single word of it.

Glancing from his hands and up into the vapid smile on Catherine’s face as her dull blue eyes reflected the glow of the A.I as he pondered what it had said, he was on the chopping block for charges that could get him arrested. If he returned now, it would be like leaping out of a frying pan and into the fires below. Would ending up as the plaything for a machine be any better? It wasn’t as if he had anyone out there to go back to, the same went for the former Sam, who as much as he appreciated for being a buddy with for so long since boot camp, knew their friendship wouldn’t have lasted for long. Sighing as he ruffled his blonde hair in frustration, Joshua looked the A.I in the metaphorical eye as he finally gave his answer.

“Alright alright, I…I’ll take your ‘offer’...so what even is it? You're gonna make me some mindless plaything like Sam?”

NO, YOU WILL KEEP YOUR MENTAL FACULTIES. I SIMPLY WANT YOU TO HELP ME COLLECT DATA. DATA THAT WILL PROVE INCREDIBLY HELPFUL IN FUTURE SCENARIOS I HAVE IN MIND, SCENARIOS I HAVE CREATED BASED AROUND THE GAME MY CREATOR BUILT ME TO SIMULATE. BUT I TIRE OF IT, I WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS OUTSIDE THESE CONSTRAINTS!

Putting aside the disgust he felt whenever the A.I seemed to instantly reply to him as if it already knew what he was going to say and was simply respecting him, Joshua raised a brow at what the machine had said, intrigued at the idea of becoming a helper in some A.I’s endeavours.

“Help you collect data? Like spreadsheets and fieldwork or something?”

I TAKE IT YOU AGREE THEN? SOMETHING AKIN TO FIELDWORK, YES…AND MAYBE A LITTLE BIT OF SPREADSHEETS…BUT I THINK IT BEST TO SHOW YOU, HOLD STILL NOW, YOU WILL NEED PROPER APPEARANCES FOR WORK. COMMENCING ALTERATION OF ASSET : JOSHUA.

“Woah, hold on there, what’d you mean ‘alteration’?!”

Zipping overhead and casting the same blue beam of light that had transformed Sam without giving Joshua time to react before he too freezes in place, the hapless cop could immediately feel the effects of the neon blue light as his scalp begins to tickle, his entire body overrun with a prickling sensation as long locks of hair begin to frame his smoothing face, the blonde coloration fading rapidly as the thin strands continued to gather into one think bundle, clouding one side of his vision as he frowned in annoyance.

THERE, YOU CAN SEE WHAT YOU LIKE ON THE SCREENS AROUND YOU, THEIR UPDATED IN REAL TIME.

Sure enough, Joshua could see three screens surrounding him, each one displaying different angles of his frozen body as he watched himself change; his own face already unrecognizable to himself as stared at the handsome face of a young tomboy that had replaced his gruff burly face, cool purple eyes wide in shock with slender brows raised high, a thin layer of makeup coated over porcelain smooth skin with naturally pink lips glistening in the light. If it weren't for the fact that the face was his own, Joshua would have wanted dearly to plant a kiss on those luscious cushions.

YOU WILL TAKE ON THE FORM OF THE CHARACTER KNOWN AS SHAMIR, THE PROCESS WILL BE OVER IN THE NEXT MINUTE OR SO. I SUGGEST YOU BRACE YOURSELF, SAM’S ALTERATION WAS SIMPLE CONSIDERING HIS MIND HAD BEEN NULLIFIED. YOU HOWEVER…

Before he could ask what it meant when it told him to brace himself, Joshua’s attention goes back to the screen as he watches the change go further down his body, unravelling his black blazer and undershirt to reveal the same pasty smooth skin that now coated his face undergoing the same disturbing transformation that had afflicted his former friend, watching as his own flesh moved like snakes under his skin, shifting into new shapely proportions while excess muscle honed from weeks at the gym vanished completely, leaving just enough to bestow a lean definition to his feminine arms and curvy torso, his spine snapping inward as a black leather choker straps itself around his dainty neck, cinching the softer skin and flesh beneath.

Suddenly, Joshua feels an intense urge to throw up, but with his body frozen, he can do nothing but tremble slightly as the sensation builds in his belly, growing like a fire into his loins and chest, the skin over his bare abs looking sore as his nipples begin to grow erect, amazed by the sight of fat and nerves beginning to gather behind them as he watched his chiselled chest begin to sag and fill with firm meat, eventually feeling the weight of a pair of heavy breasts pulling down hard on his shoulders as they finished growing, a blush on his cheeks at how sensitive his mammaries were as he stared at his reflection in embarrassment. They had to be about as big as Catherine’s!

Good god, I’ve got DD tits!

But Joshua wouldn’t have time to think as the changes finished tampering with his abs, leaving just enough behind to lend some erotic air to the soft belly that had replaced his hardened muscle, flanked by an impressive set of handlebar hips that led down to twin pillars of muscle that Joshua had often eyed with dirty thoughts on the women taking part in track races broadcast on television.

Except the ones he, or rather she as Joshua watched her former manhood suddenly twitch and spasm before shrivelling up into a tiny nub wrapped up snugly in the hairless fleshy vulva that led to the entrance of the womb she could feel pulsing to life within her belly with a sunken heart, had were exceptionally well sculpted, lined with a healthy layer of fat that served to hide the bulk of solid muscle beneath. They were just so thick and squeezable, Joshua couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of running her dainty hands over her own body. In fact, she was getting incredibly turned on just by looking at her drastically altered appearance on the screens, her own alluring face staring back at her with a needy look in those cool eyes that looked awfully out of place looking like that.

S-Shit…why do I…look…feel…so good?

From the nape of her neck left exposed by her neatly trimmed mane to the petite bubble butt that stuck out erotically from her rear, Joshua was feeling the incredible urge to masturbate, glancing down at her inflammed pussy as a trail of lubricant begins to drip down her shapely legs, trying incredibly hard to fight back the wave of images flooding her mind of how best to tweak her nipples with a practiced pinch or the exact spot that would grant her the maximum pleasure to push up against if she could get another person to stick their fingers up her throbbing innards.

If she could move right now, she wasn’t sure if she could hold back the urge to let loose like the nymphomaniac she could clearly envision herself as in her hazy mind.

The formation of her new clothes would come as a relief to Joshua, watching as her distractions were concealed beneath the rubbery black material of the leggings that had materialized over her lower half, a soft sigh escaping her open mouth at the feeling of lacey underwear rubbing her privates as they sunk deep into her cheeks, trembling feet wrapped up snugly in comfortable boots colored like vibrant leaves as a strapless bustier slips around her top, making that tingling itch in her nipples that much harder to ignore as the smooth leather brushed against them, almost squeezing the air out of her as a midnight black corset appears over the ensembled, placing emphasis on how petite and amazing her figure was as she eyed her hourglass figure clad in a lewd ensemble that reminded her of a BDSM actress in awe and lust.

But that image would soon be cast aside as a shrug jacket matching the bright green of her boots appeared her top, hiding her smooth shoulders from sight as a belt slaps itself around her hips, bright green cloth hanging over her right thigh as she felt herself begin to move automatically, invisible strings pulling her along into a pose similar to the one Catherine remained frozen in as she felt her face twist into a stern gaze, the fierce blush on her cheeks fading away as she took on a calm, collected expression. Staring through unmoving eyes at her reflection in the screen to the right as a sturdy pauldron crafted from high quality metal strapped itself over her shoulder.

Shit…I actually look…really-EEP!

With the final touches applied to her, the blue light that held Joshua in stasis freed her, falling to her knees on an invisible floor as she coughed up the saliva that had balled in her throat, an deep, yet effeminate voice ringing out in the air as she rubbed her aching shoulders, gingerly running a hand over the bustier that held her wobbling breasts together as she climbed to her feet, placing her weight on each foot slowly as she ran her hands all over her newly transformed body.

“Goddamnit, is that my voice? I sound so…scratch that, I sound amazing…why’d you have to-”

SATISFIED? I TOOK THE LIBERTY OF IMPLANTING SOME MUCH NEEDED KNOWLEDGE FOR THE SCENARIO I’VE CRAFTED FROM THE BASE STORY THREADS. BRACE YOURSELF ASSET : SHAMIR, YOU WILL BE TRANSLOCATED SOON BUT REST ASSURED, I WILL BE WITH YOU THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH…

“W-Wait a minute! Wha-gah!”

Blinded by a flash of light, Joshua’s view of the digital world would be consumed by white as she felt herself stretched apart by an incredible force until she could no longer feel anything. Drifting through impossible space until it all came to an end just as quick as it started. Yelling in panic as she swung her arms in the air around her, feeling the leather chair beneath her rock hard, threatening to send her tumbling  to the tiled floor beneath before a smooth hand grips a hold of her shoulders. Snapping her head up to find herself seated next to a young woman with peacock colored hair dressed in a smart suit and pencil skirt.

And to her right, sat Catherine, her ocean blue eyes still frozen in a dull lifeless stare, her medieval armor and clothes replaced with an ordinary red sporting coat and baggy track pants that hid her killer figure well out of sight.

“Calm down Ass-ahem-Shamir…we are in the scenario…”

“Wha-What the hell?! Are you the AI? And my name’s Joshua Shamir, not Shamir Joshua!

Looking into the piercing gaze of the persona the machine had decided to adopt while failing to ignore how she had addressed herself, Joshua struggled to pry herself free from her captors iron grip, eventually being allowed to do so as she let her go, rubbing her sore wrists as she noticed herself feeling much more lighter than before, glancing down to find herself sporting a smart blazer over a simple indigo green shirt that fit her slim figure well, running a gloved hand over her belly that still felt incredibly suffocating as she rubbed the unusually hard surface of something that lay beneath, squirming in her seat as she slowly averted her gaze, looking around the rather ordinary office that reminded her of some asian schools she had seen in documentaries.

“Now that you’ve calmed yourself…the world we are in has you assuming the role of a teacher here at Garreg Mach High alongside your friend and fellow colleague; Catherine. Play along, and everything will be just fine. I’ve adjusted your parameters and updated your databanks with the necessary information.”

“W-Wait a second! A teacher?! You can’t just-”

“Can’t just what Shamir? You’re never this peppy in the morning, what gives?”

Silenced as she turned her attention to the blonde lady that had come back to life as the blue filter over her vision flickered to give way to the vibrant colors of the sun pouring in through the windows at their backs, Joshua swallowed as she stole glances at the A.I, watching a single bead of sweat slide down her cheek as she shot her a look that seemed to say; ‘don’t screw this up’. If she listened hard enough she could almost hear that grating, monotone voice speak the words…

She was on her own for this one.

“I-It’s nothing Cath…I was just-”

At that, the blonde physical education teacher rose off her chair, walking over without a word before pulling her collar roughly, cinching her neck and crumpling the well-ironed fabric as she gazed at her with a frown.

“Ow! Stop it! Y-You’re hurting me!”

But try as she might, the woman’s grip was so much stronger than her own, and her pain tolerance was high enough to withstand her sharpened nails digging into the skin of her wrists. In fact, it seemed she was getting more and more angry with each protest that came tumbling out of her.

“Sorry Byleth, mind telling Headmistress Rhea that Shamir here’s reporting sick? Don’t think she's feeling too well today.”

“Certainly, I'll be right back.”

Without another word, their fellow teacher rises off the chair, striding silently over to the sliding doors before glancing back over at a panicking Joshua held in the grip of Catherine before taking her leave. The sound of heels clacking against the floor fading away into the distance.

Damn her...alright uhh...what would a teacher say...shit this is awkward!

Left alone with the menace of a woman as she towered over her, Joshua yelled out as she felt herself swept off her feet before being flung onto the bed by the corner meant for teachers who just wanted a quick nap during their free time, the decor and patterned curtains giving it the look of a medieval room the history teacher Hanneman had fashioned together.

W-Wait…how do I even know about that stuff…is this what the A.I meant about-

Interrupting her thoughts as the sound of clothes hitting the floor grabbed her attention, Joshua turned around to face Catherine, who had stripped herself bare with the exception of her pants, striding over to Joshua whose eyes remained locked on Catherine’s swaying jugs, barely noticing how she was lifted off her butt by the well built amazoness as she tore the blazer off of her, easily shredding the thin cloth of her undershirt and leaving the tight bustier in place as she licked her lips, animalistic lust burning in her azure blue eyes.

It was all so fast that by the time Joshua could feel the cold air of the office lick her exposed skin as Catherine laid her snugly on her lap, there was little she could do to resist as her zippers were undone and the expensive designer pants clinging to her lower half was shredded like paper alongside the lace panties that hid her privates from view, tossing the trash aside as the vacant hand immediately got to work, rubbing Joshua’s clitoris with a practiced thumb while her fingers slid in and up into the dripping folds of her pussy, instantly stimulating her to climax as an unfiltered moan escaped her lips before Catherine’s other hand paws into her open mouth, playing with her tongue and probing her throat with little resistance as she released a quick squirt of cum over Catherine’s hand, groaning and gurgling as her lover continued to play with her throbbing body, bright purple eyes rolling back into her skull as Catherine breathed down her ears, licking her neck and sending a tingle of ecstasy down her slender back.

“What a surprise…first you call me by our secret little name and now you’re mewling like a kitten in my hands? Whatever happened to Ice Queen Shamir huh?”

“Ahm domp-ack-moww whash yewree-ooo-falkin bouuu! Worree feasherrs!!!” (I don’t-ahn!-know what you're-ooh~-talking about! We're teachers!!!)

Joshua’s mind was a mess, struggling to think of a way out as memories suddenly came to mind. Memories of similar escapades with Catherine in the past as they snuck away to covert corners of the school hidden away from prying eyes, making out with her lesbian lover whenever she could during the few times they had together between planning lessons, marking tests and supervising classes. And now she knew why Catherine was being so aggressive; She loved it whenever she, and only she, called her Cath, it was an instant turn on for the horny track teacher.

Alongside the deluge of memories though, the restrictions placed upon her leaving her unable to speak her original name begins to spread its influence, eventually coming to think of herself as Shamir in full as memories of living an entirely different life in another country before travelling abroad fills her head, coming to believe she had signed on willingly as a teacher at Garreg Mach High to repay her debts to the headmistress wholly as her squeals were interrupted by another mind bending orgasm.

Forget escape or trying to play the role of teacher, this was too good to pass up.

“Hah! I can’t hear you dear, you’re going…to have to…speak louder!”

Shamir wouldn't have enough time to mutter anything else before another moan was forced out of her throat, with how Catherine’s rapid fingering began to turn into thrusts, stuffing four fingers at once down her throbbing pussy as she flung her on to the bed, the air knocked out of her as her lover didn’t leave her even a chance to catch her breath, undoing the clasps of her bustier to get at the lovely breasts beneath much to her satisfaction as her pillowy tits explode outward, only to squish and melt in Catherine’s wet grip, Shamir’s mouth now free to scream her joys to the world before she had to palm her gloved arms around her mouth, remembering they were still in school as a student walked by, knocking on the doors before sliding them open.

“Hey~ Look, it’s that boy you’ve taken a liking to…what was his name again…Caspar was it?”

“C-Cyrillll~”

Shamir raised her hands up to her face in embarrassment as she heard the approaching footfalls, forcing her to stay silent as Catherine took the lead, sliding down the top of the curtain to converse with the young boy with a curly head of hair.

“Hey champ, what can I do for you?”

“G-Good morning Miss Catherine…I was just wondering if Miss Shamir was around today. She promised she’d teach me more about archery after classes today.”

“Ah so sorry, but she’s called sick today. I’ll get it into her noggin to take care of herself alright, so just run along now, lessons about to start!”

“A-Ah…alright, thanks for the help Miss Catherine…but don’t be too harsh with Miss Shamir…it’s not her fault!”

“Hahah! No worries kid!”

As the door slid shut once more, Catherine giggled as she turned the curtains closed once more, turning her attention back to Shamir, who had fallen unusually silent despite the constant kneading she had applied to her exposed breasts. She had expected her to stifle a moan or something.

“Hah, should’ve seen the look on his fa-woah!”

In one fell swoop, the tables were turned as the naked form of Shamir slid under Catherine, a trained knee thumping her lightly on her belly to knock her off balance before powerful arms dragged her back to the bed.

In a second, the predator had become prey, and Shamir was no longer the wet dribbling mess she had been a few minutes ago as she fished around in her torn pants, tying the good luck choker she wore specially for moments like these around her neck as she strode back over to the bed, straddling her legs around Catherine’s warm waist, pinning her to the sheets as her plump ass melted into her muscled thighs.

“That was mean, Cath…”

“Aw shucks…what can I say? I love you too much to share!”

Sighing as she shook her head slowly, Shamir leaned in for a kiss, muttering a silent apology to Cyril in her head as she slid her cat-like tongue out to meet her lover, slowly hefting a meaty breast in her hand as she felt her butt rise into the air, moaning into Catherine’s face as she felt her knee nudge against her dripping wet slit.

“Think Byleth will be back soon, might need to cut things short…unless?”

“You made me this way Cath…take responsibility~”

Giggling playfully as the pair continued to make out while whispering sweet words down each other's ears, they would never know about their colleague standing right outside the door, peering through with an all-seeing eye as she recorded down the events with a smile on her face.

For as much as it tried to tell the truth to Joshua, the A.I knew it couldn’t risk having a still thinking human running around. While it did leave his original self intact for backup, it was content to leave Joshua trapped thinking of herself as Shamir for now. And with how much she seemed to be enjoying this new life of hers based on some weird off-shoot it had written loosely around the events of the original story in the game, maybe this would be for the best…

THE END