The Future is R Ch. 02 Pt. 01

At one point along the ride, the other stewardess came along and tapped both of them on the shoulder, asking her co-worker if she needed a break and if she could take over for her. She had brown hair and orange eyes, so this was a no-go.

"No!" Kuno yelled, hugging the platinum blonde from behind protectively.

"I'm fine," she said to her friend in agreement. She was actually close to orgasm, and didn't want to leave yet.

"Okay, call me when you need to tag out, Olga," said the other stewardess as she left. She didn't go far as Pons actually waved her over to help him with his erection. She got on top of him cowgirl style, expertly positioning her heels on the train seat.

Kuno brought his hand to her crotch and did the clitoris-thing that worked so well on the girl in the elevator, strumming his fingers above it like he were strumming a guitar. Olga started biting her fingers as an orgasm shuddered out of her and onto his thighs. She let out a sound like a cat's as she sprayed her juices all over his balls.

Girls can cum too? was the only thing Kuno could manage to think before the clamping walls of her vagina squeezed out a load of his own.

———

The tour ended at Central, where all the passengers departed. Olga warmly bid him a safe journey after giving him her contact info.

Kuno stepped off the train feeling a little sobered up. The stream of monologue returned to his brain, and he found himself re-evaluating his actions and environment.

This is really easy. Do regulars have sex this often all the time?

His friends were eager to emulate his example, not knowing he was on drugs the whole time.

"Hey 'Viggo'," Pons called from behind.

"Yeah, what?"

"How are you still hard, man?"

Kuno looked down at his stiff mast, which bobbed up and down with each jaunty step.

"Don't look at my dick, dude! What the hell?"

Pons didn't press the issue further, and the four continued to walk around Central station, checking out the directories. The awkward moment was cut short by the arrival of a gaggle of girls. Seven, to be precise.

"Rainbow Party!" The one in front yelled as a couple of her friends blew party horns. The high-pitched twee's shocked Kuno into alertness. Each girl had dyed her hair and painted her lips to one of the colors of the rainbow. Aside from that, they were so similar in height and build that they could have been mistaken for septuplets.

"At least one of you's ready," said the leader. She knelt down and planted a series of kisses all over his stomach, leaving red lip marks from her lipstick. She easily deep-throated his pole, tightening her lips around the base. She withdrew, leaving behind a smudgy but clearly visible red ring. She pulled her lipstick out from her...pocket, and reapplied it.

She was followed by her orange-haired friend who made her ring just above the red one. She covered the previous ring with her fingers so that the orange wouldn't go over the red. This continued until Kuno's dick had all seven colors on it, in sequence. The yellow ring was hard to see and the indigo looked the same as the purple, but other than that, the rings were remarkably well made.

While Kuno was being painted like a canvas, the rest of the girls were busy trying to jerk his friends' pricks back into usefulness, but only Pons managed to get hard again. He was also made into a rainbow pole, but he got flaccid again as soon as the girls left and ran into the next group of guys.

"See? This is what I'm talking about. You have to be on something, Kuno," Pons complained, feeling shriveled up and insignificant.

"I never said I wasn't. One of the girls we met in line popped a jelly bean into my mouth. You should go find some yourselves."

They stared at a map some more until they decided the Northwest Octant seemed interesting. If it wasn't, they could easily arc around and visit another sector of the main city. They probably would only have time to visit three at maximum. They exited the hallway, and navigated themselves towards Northwest Road.

———

The moment they turned the corner to face the road, it was pandemonium. Forget Sodom and Gomorrah, this was Babylon and Las Vegas. People were having sex in every conceivable position: on the ground, on their feet, against walls. There were couples, threesomes, four-ways, and one gigantic, block-wide orgy that took up the whole street.

Law and order was thrown out the window, though luckily no one had any violent or criminal intentions out here. All were one with the city, worshipping their common humanity through sex.

"Over here, guys!" Called a male voice from the street corner. There was a small booth situated near the entrance, with a large banner proclaiming "WELCOME". The gang walked over, hoping to get some suggestions.

"How's it going, fellas?" asked a black gentleman from behind a redheaded girl. Both of them were wearing nothing but a blue shirt and armband with ES written on it, for Event Specialist, though the redhead's shirt was opened to reveal her large, jiggling breasts.

"Now, don't forget to stay hydrated, you hear?" The man said as he gave them each a water bottle with one hand. The other was yanking on his partner's ponytail. She had a dumb expression on her face, and her eyes were rolled up to the back of her head half the time. The distance of the man's thrusts and the impact they made on his partner implied his penis was very large. The redhead, for her part, seemed to be enjoying every painful second of it.

"Oh, and, do you guys know where we could get some jellybeans?" Pons asked nervously, not sure if his request was illegal.

The redhead's blue eyes rolled back into focus as she looked at Pons.

"Jellybeans? Oh, I have a bag full right here," she said as she reached under the table.

She slammed down a plastic bag filled with 200-300 beans and gave Pons twelve to share with his friends. "Take no more than one every three hours, and be sure to give your penis a ten minute break when it wears off."

Once Pons took the beans, she put the bag under the table and her partner started fucking her again. The two waved the boys goodbye as they hit the streets again.

"Bitter stuff," noted Quintus. Kuno held onto his beans, finding a little baggie on the street to put them in.

"Put your extra beans here. I'll hold 'em," he said, offering the open bag to his friends.

"You're not going to take them all for yourself, are you?" Gyula laughed.

"Pff, no. You heard the lady. I don't want my dick to fall off."

"What?" Gyula asked, almost shocked.

"It's not safe to have an erection for very long. Your penis traps blood in it when it gets hard."

Kuno laughed at Gyula's blanched face. He was surprised he didn't know that already.

The four walked through the crowd on NW street, ignoring all the semen they were stepping on with their bare feet. They also had to mentally block the sensation of accidental contact with all the other hard dicks around.

Luckily, it was more than made up for by all the female contact. Kuno and Pons moved from girl to girl like they were hopping on islands in a sea of gay lava. Pons was started to feel his high kick in, and having all these round, shapely buttocks around him was like being a kid in a candy shop. It didn't take long for him to abandon all sense of reservation, and start sticking it in whenever he saw an ass he liked. A couple of girls protested the sudden entry, but most were accepting of it. Pons got a rush from being able to violate all of his former social norms, shucking off years of sexual repression.

Kuno was similarly enjoying moving through the crowd, except he wanted to make out with every beautiful girl he saw. He quickly found out that old jisma makes a girl's breath smell and taste pretty fucking awful.

Kuno and Pons broke free from the writhing mass around the same time, forgetting how long they spent in there.

They waited outside the heaving pile for their friends, before wading back in to find them.

"Uhhh..."

Gyula and Quintus were being blown by the same chick. She was eagerly stuffing both of them into her mouth at the same time, causing the two boys to have a look of confused pleasure. Neither of them knew whether to pull out in disgust or enjoy the moment. It was too awkward for either to look his friend in the eye.

Kuno and Pons could only watch the scene for a few moments before a series of arms and legs welcomed them back into the crowd. Their two bemused friends caught sight of them at the last second, and extracted themselves from the girl.

"Tch! Rude..." she complained.

The four ran back out into the less-crowded part of the street and walked silently to their destination. The fact that Gyula's and Quintus' dicks were touching was simply too uncomfortable to bring up, let alone make fun of.

The gang spent the rest of the day filling themselves up with enough sexual experiences to last a lifetime. The floor had whole sections dedicated to different fetishes and practices, with over a thousand attractions to choose from. The gang split up into two pairs to visit different parts of the city.

One of the attractions in the Northwest Sector was Fuckingham Palace, a 1:10 scale model building of the historic Buckingham Palace in England, only this one was devoted to BDSM. To enter, one would have to dress in period garb, so Kuno and Pons could only amuse themselves outside the building. Luckily, the building's exterior hosted one of its most famous attractions, the Fuckingham Palace Guards: dozens of tall men and women dressed in nothing but a beefeater hat, trained to stand motionlessly in place with an unchanging expression as tourists enjoyed themselves with their bodies.

"Come on, Kuno, stop being a wuss!" Pons yelled at his friend from six feet away. The two of them both had a guard to themselves, who each measured a full six feet. These statuesque blondes were chosen for their athletic physique: broad shoulders, round breasts, taut stomachs, narrow waists, wide hips, and firm legs. Kuno and Pons could have climbed on top of them and they wouldn't budge. It was strange being with a woman taller than himself, but Kuno could still bring his lips to hers. The guard's sapphire eyes stared unceasingly into the distance as he opened her mouth with his tongue. Kuno respected her stoic composure even as he teased her swollen clit with the tip of his penis.

"Hurry up, man! We can't spend all day here, we have to visit the other stops!"

Kuno's attention turned to his friend, who was now blasting his guard from behind. His dark pelvis slammed her solid buttocks as she leaned forward on her legs to take each thrust without complaint. To Kuno's amusement, Pons had taken the girl's hat and put it on his own head. It was swaying back and forth wildly on the 5'7'' man, just barely hanging on by its strap. Kuno had to manually tilt his partner's head so she could see it too.

Kuno glanced at his own amazon, detecting the slightest hint of a frown on her calm face. Judging by Pons' angle, he was inside the other girl's anus, which was fortunately pre-lubricated, but still uncomfortable enough that the other guard was breathing heavily through her nose. This one must have hoped that Kuno wouldn't do the same. Mercifully, he was content to use her front hole, but his fingers rubbed and flicked her clitoris so vigorously she finally let out a loud moan.

For a brief moment, everyone came to life, as Kuno, Pons, and the other guard stared at her in wonder. She clasped her mouth in embarrassment.

"Keilagh!" Her co-worker admonished before resuming the pose.

"Sorry," she whispered sheepishly before doing the same.

They doubled down on their stoicism, even as the boys started thrusting harder to get them to slip again. Eventually Kuno and Pons got bored and left, not turning around to see their former partners double over as the boys walked away, rubbing their tender genitals and panting silently.

Another fun place was the Zoo exhibit. In it, everyone dressed up in an animal costume and hopped around on all fours in various areas painted to look like animal habitats. There was an arctic enclosure full of fake ice where people dressed up as penguins could inaccurately have sex with others dressed as polar bears. There was a savannah section for lions, gazelles, hyenas and giraffes, etc. The costumes were pretty simple: a set of ears, a tail, a little face paint, and little mitts and boots shaped like paws to wear over one's hands and feet.

Kuno had a fox costume on and was grinding on a little bunny girl when Pons called him over.

"Check this place out, man!" Pons yelled excitedly. Kuno ran over to follow him while the little bunny girl hopped on all fours after him. He had to rush back to her and lift her up to her feet so they could both get there faster.

Pons led them over to a small area called the Monkey Cages, a series of pits in the ground surrounded by spectators and "zoo" employees. Each pit was padded with foam on all sides, and had enough space for a few naked "monkeys" to rut while people watched.

"What's so special about this place?" Kuno asked.

"They give you a drug that takes away all rational thought for about five minutes, and reduces you to your most primal impulses. It's fucking crazy!"

Pons could barely contain his excitement. He was hastily scrubbing off his leopard face paint and throwing off his costume to wait in line.

"I don't want to do this. I want to be a rabbit," the girl complained, wiggling her nose as she hopped back to the grassland exhibit. The screeching from the pits was sounding pretty feral.

"Don't worry Kuno, there's plenty of unaccompanied girls here, man."

The two jerked their heads back to one of the pits when they heard a pew-pew noise coming from the employees' dart guns. If any of the monkeys got too violent, the people at the top would bring them down with tranquilizer darts to protect their partners.

Pons was already near the front of the line, and the cages rotated quickly. He and his girl climbed down a ladder into the pit, inserted the tubes carrying the vaporized drug into their nostrils, and collapsed on the ground for a few moments, writhing as most of their prefrontal cortexes shut down. Only their limbic systems and the parts of the brain needed to coordinate movement were still active. And of course, the libido was put on hyper-drive.

Kuno watched in horror as his friend grunted and groaned like a wild animal. The girl inside the pit with him screeched out equally incomprehensible and inhuman noises as the pair stalked each other in circles on all fours. They had brown foam monkey mitts fastened to their hands, and knee and elbow pads to prevent injury, but they could still bite each other if things turned vicious.

Luckily, Eros triumphed over Ares, and the girl quickly got on her back, presenting herself to him. Pons pounced on top of her, inserting himself skillfully without the use of his hands. The two howled in mutual pleasure as he thrusted noisily into her wet vagina.

"Ai Ai Ai-Ay Yi Yii YIIIIIII!" She shrieked.

The sex was intense and didn't last very long. Pons collapsed on top of her as his seed spilled out into her shuddering womb. The frisky critter underneath him squeezed her legs around his hips, beckoning plaintively for him to continue.

"Ooh hoo hooooo."

Kuno watched in amazement and relief. He thought for a second that they were going to kill each other. He walked over to a different pit and stood hesitantly near it until he caught sight of yet another platinum-haired girl with violet eyes.

Something that was worming around in his brain the whole day took over and he walked over to her.

"H-Hello," she greeted him shyly. She had just watched her friends go at it before this handsome stranger showed up.

The girl's nervousness triggered yet another memory of Yorda, and Kuno closed the distance, blocking off any other potential suitors from interfering.

"I'm Kuno, what's your name?"

"Zelda," she responded, still shy.

Kuno bit back the urge to shout in joy. He gingerly grasped her forearms and rubbed them with his fingers.

"Do you want to be my monkey?"

"Uhh..."

Before she could answer, he led her gently but firmly to a spot in line around a cage. The line circled around the pit, so people waiting their turn could watch the participants below.

Zelda peered over the edge of another primal scene as Kuno nibbled on her ear and fondled her tenderly. She so sorely wanted to be in one of these cages, but was intimidated by how rough the men were being. Kuno tried to calm her down with gentle petting. He dipped a finger down to her honeypot, encouraged by her wetness.

"Come on..." He groaned.

Zelda bit her lip. He didn't look that aggressive. Monkey cage looked soraw though.

"Okay," she relented. "Go easy on me, okay?"

To be continued...

Author's Note: Alright I had to split this story into two parts because it's too fucking long. Stay tuned for the next installment!