From another user in discord: they found 2 scenes that specifically mention vaginal sex while their character lacks a vagina.
In the Gabilani Pirate loss scene
Notably, there's a
Second, I saw that another Mindstream scene was gated by having a vagina, and I think another one may be worth looking at. The fourth variant scene,
In the Gabilani Pirate loss scene
gabPirateTailplayIIoutput(textify`<br><br>The gabilani pirate applies her lascivious prowess with masterful abandon, her fingers and tail working in sync to drive you inexorably towards climax. Her digits massage your soaked pussy, teasing sensitive flesh until every touch sparks jolts of pleasure that accumulate in a crescendo within you. Simultaneously, her tail probes your quivering anus with sinful precision, its movements slow and tantalizing at first, but building in tempo as she senses your impending release.
pc.hasVagina() check almost immediately after this paragraph. Not sure how this would affect scene flow.Second, I saw that another Mindstream scene was gated by having a vagina, and I think another one may be worth looking at. The fourth variant scene,
paragonPlaygroundJackInFourthVariant is labeled as Double Penetration in William's document. I am not familiar with the Mindstream personally, but reading the beginning of the scene implied to me that it was creating the sensation that the player had the correct biology for double penetatration.The real world bleeds freely into your digitized den of sin, adding a delicious unpredictability to the proceedings. Every grunt from your physical form filters through the rendered fantasy, warping it in wonderfully obscene ways. A patron approaches your already bared and straining. Twin shafts jut from his groin, glistening with eagerness. He wastes no time in hoisting your hips, lining up his double dongs with your dripping holes.
In the depths of your subconsciousness, the profound sensation of being double-stuffed translates into something beyond mere penetration. It’s as if someone’s reaching into your code — your DNA — reformatting you from the inside out to accommodate not one but two thick, girthy pricks. Your back arches as your partner hilts themselves fully, altering the shades of your digi-scape. Their pace is brutal and punishing, a mechanical pistoning where each thrust sends a cascade of ones and zeroes skittering across your vision, the Mindstream working hard to adjust to the overload of dopamine.
But oh, what a glorious overload it is! Rendered nerves sing with impossible pleasure, lighting up like a motherboard on the fritz. You’re vaguely aware of your physical form being jostled by the force of the fucking, tits bouncing and ass jiggling as you’re used like a cheap sex doll. And that’s exactly what you are right now, isn’t it? A plaything for the perverse whims of every weary soul on Dhaal. A warm set of holes for them to pump full of corrupt code.
Fuck, when did that thought start turning you on so much?
But there’s no denying the fresh flood of wetness that thought brings, or the way your cunt clenches greedily around your virtual violation. You’re their toy, their pet, their goddamn cocksleeve and you fucking love it. You lose yourself to the primal rhythm, letting the lines of reality blur until you can’t tell up from down, real from fake, pain from pleasure. It’s all just input, raw data for the Mindstream to parse and pervert.
In the depths of your subconsciousness, the profound sensation of being double-stuffed translates into something beyond mere penetration. It’s as if someone’s reaching into your code — your DNA — reformatting you from the inside out to accommodate not one but two thick, girthy pricks. Your back arches as your partner hilts themselves fully, altering the shades of your digi-scape. Their pace is brutal and punishing, a mechanical pistoning where each thrust sends a cascade of ones and zeroes skittering across your vision, the Mindstream working hard to adjust to the overload of dopamine.
But oh, what a glorious overload it is! Rendered nerves sing with impossible pleasure, lighting up like a motherboard on the fritz. You’re vaguely aware of your physical form being jostled by the force of the fucking, tits bouncing and ass jiggling as you’re used like a cheap sex doll. And that’s exactly what you are right now, isn’t it? A plaything for the perverse whims of every weary soul on Dhaal. A warm set of holes for them to pump full of corrupt code.
Fuck, when did that thought start turning you on so much?
But there’s no denying the fresh flood of wetness that thought brings, or the way your cunt clenches greedily around your virtual violation. You’re their toy, their pet, their goddamn cocksleeve and you fucking love it. You lose yourself to the primal rhythm, letting the lines of reality blur until you can’t tell up from down, real from fake, pain from pleasure. It’s all just input, raw data for the Mindstream to parse and pervert.
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