James's Descent Ch. 08

There were some slightly ashamed heads to internally agree.

"Oy, what's with that shame? Come on... out with it. This isn't some place to pretend you're better than everyone else. If someone believes in the word, they're not gonna put you down for enjoying some good, dirty sex. Here, I'll start... after every morning coffee, me and Pam act as each other's toilet. And it's AWESOME. Okay, it's starting to get a bit stale so we're spicing it up some way or another, but I made a religion to allow perversions. I'm not coming here as some pure, inhuman fucker."

Pami almost felt ashamed of him airing that out... but he was right. And everyone here was running on the old ideas... that this was some formal, official discussion with no nonsense, no showing of human weakness. His words were both a slap on the face and a breath of fresh air. Everyone remembered... that yes, they did things, maybe some not as extreme as others, but they at least had the basic human urge to do sexual things.

"Perhaps we could have a break... and let the atmosphere change?"

Anna finally said something as she felt this was a good moment to speak. And seeing them like this, she thought of something to propose herself... which was not really new, just a statement of fact. This grouping would be a community as well, therefore they also needed a caretaker.

"Sounds good, in fact, Mother, I would like to propose we engage in something... a bit unconventional. Remember our little piss party?"

No disgust, just raised eyebrows. Anna would explain that one. With this many people, it might be much more prolonged. A way to know each other better. Some would have this as their very first experience with pee, but from what they heard... it would be nice. James was obviously a priority target for just about everyone.

Glasses were provided, clothes were removed and the atmosphere took an easier air. James remembered the business meetings whenever he might go to one of those gatherings to show off new tech, where everyone was trying to bring forth the best image. He did not want that. His sight would fill with titties, cocks, and asses... some older, some younger. Already was the automatism of the people being deprogrammed, making them forget the notions of the past.

A piss party would become an essential part of the culture. There was only one drink available and people were supposed to provide it themselves. You got a drink from someone and looked them in the eye when you took those sips, preferably also getting into a conversation, but once your glass was empty you went to seek someone else. At best, there might be a bit of waiting until your partner also finished their glass if you were swapping, but there was no rule that you had to specifically trade piss.

James saw almost everyone turn towards him to have that first go, which made him raise a finger to put them on pause.

"Okay, hold up... can't just have everyone. Get in line. Some of you might not even get the chance to talk to me. And first is..." He looked through the crowd to recognize a face. "You. Uhhh... I didn't catch your name."

"Laura!" The girl perked up.

"Laura. I promised we'd bang. So this is where you disappeared to. Stick around after the meeting, I have a word to keep."

"You remembered!"

She pranced forward with glee to offer her empty glass to his penis. Others would pair up to engage in this strange bonding ritual. The first try was difficult, the second was much more pleasant. By the third, they got the point. James let out just enough wee out of his dick to fill her container before offering his to have that hairless pussy drain in it.

"Relax or you might waste some of it."

"Just... it's you. We barely saw a lot. I mean, at first, there was not much, but now..."

"I'm just a dude you're sharing a glass of pee with. Okay, that's enough."

Almost spilled over. Laura was unsure of which act to consider better... him taking that glass up to his lips to drink from eagerly or her having the opportunity to taste his. Deep breath. Just a guy. No, he was not just a guy.

"So, where did your people set up? I have a vague idea of the town locations and such, but not like I tracked every individual person."

"Just a bit east. We call it Rutherford. We're mostly focusing on food with as many animals as we can get, though we've got farms set up for hay and other things. We've started cheese production as well... should be done in a few months."

"Mmmm... cheese. Serious business for some. There's like a thousand kinds of cheese."

"Yes, we have a few who are more inclined to the food professions. Though we're just picking it up. We'll send some as soon as we have something good!"

"Again, relax. Yes, I'd like some cheese, but fair to give you guys something in return. Though I doubt I can use my talents to give you something." She was about to speak, but the man cut her off. "And no, before you think of the whole godhood thing, I'm referring to my more earthly profession. I used to make reports for businesses and was pretty damn good at it."

"Like, how much of things is being made?"

"A bit more advanced. I used software to collect the information from about a billion bits of data to cumulate it in one summary. And they were automated, so I made rules for it."

"Explains why you are so good at making rules."

"Nah, this is just me watching the internet and seeing a lot of wrongs. Oh, what did you do before this? Not just in the lost world, but... before that."

"Well... HR. I used to work for one of the smaller corporations. They transferred me to another posting but the ship got attacked on the way."

"Ah, that explains a decent ability to lead. Though some might argue you made a better caretaker. Why not that?"

"My... well... boyfriend... was a priest on a more medieval world. He has a better feel for it."

"Oh, congrats. Hmm... I should see about the marriage thing."

Small subjects, but they made the girl relax more and more with him, get to know the god, and see that he was just another person. Anna had gone to swap fluids with another leader, one that set out westward for those mountains and was getting a mining operation off the ground. She joked with them about making a base in the mountain again then spoke fondly about the base. Pam got into talks with the head of their immediate east neighbor, half business, half small talk. With every minute, spirits were getting warmer. While there were some boners around and wet pussies, most felt that sex might ruin the atmosphere.

The first glass was emptied and most almost felt sad for having to leave their partner, but as they soon found another, the pleasure continued. Slowly, they got to know each other a bit more, enough that they felt less like they were enemies competing for resources and more like one big family trying to make it all work. Many trade agreements were made over the golden drinks. James did not interact with his closer acquaintances, since the point was to get to know others. The second was a man from further north who wanted to turn their settlement into more of an industrial spot, with wood logging and processing into furniture to make the building easier. The outsider did not speak for his wife, just discussed the practice and gave some ideas on how to possibly improve quality and distribution.

By the third glass, spirits were good. They were not getting drunk, but the fluid was making them get closer. It felt like such a personal thing to share, and from it, you could share so much more. Men turned into cheerful buddies who might consider some other outings together, women made promises of visits for more talks... possibly over other kinds of drinks but they would not mind this being the only one on the menu. The heads were starting to see the value of this idea... but they also understood that they should not just TELL people that, but show them... have a piss party in every community to bring them closer. Those doctors would see the point, but the outsider said to question... so they would keep looking for a good reason to remove that declaration. Somewhere in their mind, they were sure that something was not right.

Glass number seven was bitter, not just recycled, but having passed twice through a digestive system even after it had declared nothing worthy in its contents. That was a sign that they should end the party. They did not get to talk with only seven people, as groups formed and in some places, you had gatherings that would make unequal exchanges.

The last part of a piss party was to have everyone just... unload. No more holding it in, just let all that built-up pee go in a grand show of everyone having cocks and pussies erupt with fluid, some last rushed taste to be done of whomever you could, with no conversation, just a short look in their eye. Much more chaotic, but there was value even in that short contact... like a promise to see them next time. The floor was a mess from it, they were a mess as in that last instance many got a bit mischievous and aimed to pee on others, or some got pissed on while rushing to get that last taste. Putting their clothes on was a bad idea for now.

Returning to the previous subjects naked, with a lot of tits being shown, seemed like it invalidated the previous atmosphere. Some were just casually naked, more busty women let their breasts fall on the table to no longer hold their weight. It felt like they were much more open through this.

"Could we make it a rule to have all such discussions like this?" One asked that.

"I don't particularly support it, but on you... if you want it, feel free and do it."

They all felt much closer to each other, much more understanding and relaxed. What was left on the agenda was presented in a much more carefree manner. James liked that... no longer were they reading words off a paper to some supreme court, but more like asking a friend for an opinion. And that's all it was. While there would be future meetings of the community heads under the mayor, James only had to deal with the mayor... but he would sit in on these talks.

It was all coming together.

*

This felt like retirement. Phoebe was lounging on that chair on her porch, the sight of her naked body, her exposed tits and cock visible from the road and she had plenty of stares. A straw hat rested on her head, leaning forward to cover her eyes, though the porch roof now cast its shadow on her face, no longer bothering what was halfway to a nap.

It was one of those nice days when Helen was up for the tasks of the day. Or most of them. Yep, her thing with Ben did not last... once the other futa grew up, their similarity had created an almost instant attraction. They were into the same things with a fierce intensity and what at first felt like just a great friendship with benefits soon turned for what some might say the better. There were only a few jokes about loving herself, but the futa did not much care for it.

The sound of her gate swinging open made her hand reach for the hat to raise it just enough to see who was bothering her. A pair of eyebrows rose as James walked toward her. No bother to get decent, if there was one rule, it was that she could entertain guests like this in her house.

"Well... didn't expect you."

"I've been trying to come by for three days and kept getting distracted."

"WHY?"

He made his way to the porch, a cigarette pulled from that coat before being lit, an act that tempted the woman to take one out of her own pack resting on a table to her right. James appreciated how she didn't react with the usual awe... and the great view of full tits and decent cock. He did not hold back on staring.

"I feel like we didn't have a chance to talk since the event. And maybe I owed one. We had some talks back in the base, I lied and held back stuff."

"Nah. I get it. We'd have just fawned all over your dick and you didn't want that."

"And now I'm trying to stop a lot of people from fawning over my dick."

"Ya know, there's probably billions of people in other places... maybe even here, who'd do anything to have even just this many people fawning over their dick."

"Yes, I am aware. Don't get me started on some things they did in my world."

"Rather not. But... bit rude of me to not get you a seat. Wait a sec."

She was about to get out of this comfy position when the man held up a hand to stop her.

"I can get my own."

Fingers snapped and a perfectly identical lounging chair appeared beside the one Phoebe was laying on. Her expression was contained, but she could not deny that as damn cool. James laid down without much care.

"You know, seeing you naked like that is tempting me to undress as well."

"Hey, if I'm naked, you can be."

With another snap of his fingers, his clothes just evaporated. He could bring them back. The man was slowly getting the hang of this. Mostly he just needed to know what he wanted to do, not think too much on the whole specifics. Phoebe looked his body over, noting how in this horizontal position that gut was damn near inexistent, showing a decently average body.

"Ya know, even with everything, I can't help thinking of you as just... the guy. The guy Fiona kept going about, the guy that Pam couldn't wait to have with her. I mean, I know who you are just... they don't want to stick."

"And I LIKE that. It's so thoroughly refreshing. Just chill. You remind me of a girl called Madeline. Mostly."

"Who's that? Ex of yours?"

"Nah, it was this character I made for a game that just grew and grew in 'legend' so to speak. Mechanist mage, really tough, really into cars. Took little nonsense, but was very reasonable."

"Sounds more like Pam."

"Pami's not... everything that. Well, she's into cars, I guess."

"You didn't see her when you were away. She can be tough. And at some times... pretty damn scary. We didn't pick her as Head just because of little things. She's got a lot of spirit in her."

"And a lot of excitement. Hm. Never thought about it."

"That mean I remind you of Pam? Should I get worried that you're gonna start making eyes at me? I'm taken. And you're taken. But, you know... we can fuck on the side and such."

"Ehhh... maybe a little bit. But, I guess... I'd just be into the parts of you that remind me of her."

"Good. So... when you two getting married? Actually, how are we supposed to do with marriage? I know others do it, you didn't throw it out, but... what's the damn difference?"

"Still thinking it over. No, not marrying her, what marriage should be. I have some input and would be down for more if you wanna give it."

"Nah, I got nothing."

The two looked so relaxed on those chairs, skin showing to the world, visible to any who passed. Looked like a couple of old friends talking.

"Hey, can I make a request?" Phoebe opened a new idea.

"Everyone can as long as it's not too big. What are you feeling like?"

"Porn. Kinda miss the TV and being able to just tune in to see titties and such."

"Phoebe, you need just walk around and you can see things better than porn. I passed like three ongoing fuckings just on the last stretch to you."

"Yeah, but... it's something about being able to do it in the comfort of your home."

"Sheesh. Back in my world people would pay millions to have such scenes around while having tons of porn they wouldn't pay a dime for. But, you make a fine point. Just give it time, someone will invent the VCR and camera and after that we might see more porn than not-porn. But that is not a no. What are you craving in particular?"

"I thought you'd give me some to watch whenever. What, just a showing?"

"Yep."

Still enough for her. After a long thought, there was a simple conclusion.

"Something with big tits. Not too picky on the rest."

"You can grow your tits to be the size of watermelons and you want big tits. Aight, fine."

"I can do something else you probably haven't seen."

"Doubt. I've seen some weird shit. Much of which I wish I hadn't seen. But... huge tits. I've got two ideas. You want pee or bisexual?"

"Ya don't have bisexual piss?"

"I remember one, but none of the people in there had particularly notable jigglies."

That title given to the motherly airbags amused Phoebe enough to provide a grin.

"I'll take the bisexual one."

A hand was waved and a screen appeared suspended before them, made of nothing but light. On this screen, both would see the movie start playing, a one-and-a-half-hour relatively-professional parody of Scream where some people were invited to a party, began fucking around the house and a guy with the telltale outfit came to force himself on the people, including the guy.

"Man, is ALL porn this dumb? I can't remember any that I could take seriously."

"Well, you're not supposed to. But I do remember once seeing this documentary about how seriously they took this sexual parody of Lord of the Rings."

"What's that?"

The look she got was of pure disappointment. But James understood.

"I am personally offended that you don't know what Lord of the Rings is... but I guess I have to bring that over. Okay, maybe like a hundred or thousand movies. Good ones. Someone invent some playback device."

"Hey, you bring it over, we'll watch it. Where's my big tits? That chick's kinda average."

"Second scene. The one in blue."

"Tempted to skip to that one. Not much in just those two fucking."

That changed when the masked guy came in to start fucking the woman at the same time as the dude was railing her... before he'd move to plow the other ass in the room. Though not by much, from Phoebe's perspective.

"Bisexual kinda implies chicks also go at each other. But it's just two dudes and a girl."

"Yeah, that label's only on when it's dudes fucking dudes and women. Girls are kinda implied to be bisexual by standard. That honestly annoys me. Like once when I watched an older movie that had bisexual in the title and it was just the girls doing it. No guys butt-fucking each other."

"Pfft. Sounds like someone doesn't want dudes to have options."

"It was mostly the mentality. Gays were not considered pleasant people. Mostly because of the STD thing but that passed."

"What's an STD?"

"Oh, right... you guys don't have that. Diseases that you can transmit by having sex with people. Mostly they transmit via blood since there's plenty down there that mingles."

"Yeah, I'd rather we keep not having them. With the way we go, sounds like we'd all have it in a couple of days." Beat. "Okay, one reason to not do what we do. But there's cures or preventions, right? I mean, diseases go away."

"Eh, so and so. One's just incurable, other people just don't go to have them treated because they're embarrassed on how they got them."

"What, just because they fucked? Gods, your people sound like idiots."

"A lot of importance on image and such. But yeah, guess that from your perspective they sound just plain retarded."

An odd conversation to have while watching porn. Not much stirred on Phoebe... the stuff so far was not unusual to her. But it was a decent watch.

"Hey." She started with a lower tone of voice. "I just wanna say... thanks. For... making everything like this. I don't think I'd be happy in other places."

"You're very welcome, but I guess the way you are might come from growing up in this world."

"A bit, but... nah. We're different. Yeah, we're down to fuck, but some are just okay with it, and... me, I'm really down with it. If I'd have come up in a world like this, I'd probably be an outcast or something. Sounds like there wouldn't be a place for me."

"I think that might be the biggest crime of a society. To have no place for someone with value that doesn't hurt anyone. I can't call you useless.... Fighting aside, you seem to be good with farm work and animals."