The Future I Saw

[wetwulf 3,324]

On 11/14/2023 at 4:56 PM, gyrate said:

What would happen next?

Can't wait to find out!

[Lutab 1,052]

Maybe Adriana could pee on the food they get served and then get another creampie 😉

[gyrate 261]

Includes drug use, male and female watersports, nonchalant public sex and relief, food fetish, anal, and sex with people who are asleep. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 8

I rested in that hot tub for a couple hours, dozing in and out, as people came and went and occasionally fucked each other around me. At some point in the afternoon, I realized Adrana had left again. How many people did she had already had sex with, and how many more would she before we left? It’s funny that Nova had once described her as a priss. Maybe for Skyune’s standards, but not at the resort, that’s for sure. I guess no one under the effects of Nectar could ever be described as anything other than completely debaucherous.

Even as the “sunlight” began filtering at an angle through the trees, the temperature had stayed pretty much consistent since we arrived. Just another way the climate was being controlled within the dome, I’m sure.

At some point, a man with long blonde hair took his flaccid penis in hand and pissed on the ground at the edge of the huts about fifty feet away, reminding me of the golden-haired gal from earlier. She had been beautiful and unique. I hoped I would get to see her again before I left. The hot tub was too comfortable to get out and try to find her, though.

Soon I was the only person left in the ring of huts. Not long after the last person besides me left, a woman wearing circular glasses, a black suit and tie strolled into view, causing me to sit up. She was obviously sober, carrying a cloth sack. This was confusing to my addled mind - wasn’t she breaking the rules? - until she went over to the trough, crouched down, and started pulling various food items out of the bag, placing them in one at a time. Oh, she wasn’t a visitor, she worked here.

The woman was a little intimidating. She had a sharp-angled, elegant face, with a thin nose and black hair in a long ponytail. As I watched, she realized she was crouching in a puddle of urine, and wrinkled her nose with visible disgust as she lifted her foot, clad in a comfy-looking business flat, out of it, dripping dark droplets back to the ground.

I must have been staring, because after she finished refilling the trough, she looked over to me and walked over to the edge of the steaming tub. “You’ve been in there for quite a while. I hope you’re enjoying your stay,” she said in a brusque tone. “My name is Amber. I’m a manager at the resort. We noticed this food trough was getting low on the monitors.”

I struggled to parse out meaning through the effects of the drug. “Yeah, it’s nice,” I finally said reassuringly, then, “I’m Reno,” before falling silent again. Amber was pretty hot and I gave her body a thorough once-over. She had an hourglass figure that was no doubt accentuated by her slim business suit, her style was shiny and coordinated, she had a good pair of tits, and the only blemishes on her were some dry patches of dirt and the piss on her shoes. “You’re pretty,” I mumbled.

She quirked an eyebrow and adjusted her glasses. “Well, aren’t you polite,” she said. “Most people under the effects of the Nectar would go straight to trying to assault me when they think that. You must have lived a life of some remarkable self-restraint.”

I did have a turgid, stiff erection under the surface of the water. “I’m a... a time traveler,” I said. “This...” I gestured around me, trying to indicate the state of the world. “It’s all new. To me.”

“A time traveler!” Amber said, clearly not convinced and humoring me anyway. “We do get all sorts. Where are you from?”

I told her, taking longer than usual to recall the year and city I had come from. As I did so, a naked, dirty girl with short brown hair stumbled into the clearing and leaned against one of the huts, catching her breath. Then she relieved herself standing up without even bothering to spread her legs, a river of liquid running down her inner thighs, carrying some of the dirt with it before splattering down into the mud below. The manager’s attention shifted to her as she stumbled over, legs dripping. But the new girl didn’t take any interest in us and instead slid into the water across from me with a groaning exhalation of relief, apparently content to simply enjoy the warmth of the tub, the pee and dirt staining her lower body floating off of her into the water.

“Well, sir, I see how aroused you are despite your good manners,” the manager said. “Why don’t you use the lady here to satisfy yourself. I’m sure she won’t mind. I’m going to get going.”

The new girl looked like she was half-conscious, a dazed smile playing across her lips as she slipped down in the water far enough to submerge her nipples. With my erection throbbing, I realized I was going to need to cum again soon. But... “Wait,” I said to the manager, standing. “Don’t go.” I didn’t want to do it with the brown-haired girl, I wanted to do it with her.

The manager cocked her hip out, eyes tracing the lines of my naked groin, observing my stiff rod dripping precum back into the water. “No, sir,” she said, in a firm tone of voice not dissimilar to what she might have used to scold a dog humping her leg. “I’m not going to do anything with you. You are attractive, but you are a visitor, and you have Nectar in your system. We do not take advantage of our patrons.”

A surge of emotion hit me, and I wanted to tell her that she wouldn’t be taking advantage of me by letting me fuck her, but I couldn’t formulate the words. With nowhere else to direct my horny lust, I waded across the tub and forced open the legs of the brown-haired girl, who made a soft, confused noise but otherwise allowed me to press myself into her. My diamondlike erection pressed against her belly for a second as I started humping her, then into the side of her cunt, then vertically against it, not quite penetrating, grinding slickly into its soft folds underwater instead. I wasn’t watching her anyway - my eyes were locked on the manager’s, who was still standing there emotionlessly.

And, just as I found purchase with my cock, just as I had started to tease open the taut hole of her loins, I felt her hand spread out on my chest, pushing me away. Despite my state of mind, I couldn’t ignore that, and got off of her. Her eyes were closed, and the irritated expression on her face smoothed back out into a relaxed expression once more.

I sank back to my side of the tub, the tragic feeling in my heart amplified by the drug. This was the first time in 2230 that I had been so horny for sex without an outlet - why did it have to be here, at the resort? I halfheartedly began tugging at myself under the water, jerking myself off to at least relieve the tension.

After watching me for a minute, Amber closed her eyes and sighed. “Oh, very well,” she said. “We do want our patrons to enjoy their time here. I’ll give you a pity fuck. I doubt you’ll remember it clearly anyway.” She set down her cloth sack and beckoned me out of the tub. “Come here.” I stared at her in disbelief for a moment before hoisting myself out of the tub, stumbling after her towards a hut.

The interior of the hut was dim and shadowed, only lit by a few small panels in the wall. There was a comfy-looking bed in one of the corners, complete with simple brown sheets, blankets, and pillows. This would certainly be a better place to sleep than the grass outside.

Amber tossed me a towel from a stack near the bed. “Dry off first,” she commanded me. While I did so, she gazed up at a small camera in one of the corners of the ceiling. “I want it on the record, this is an impersonal decision,” she said to it. “It isn’t for my pleasure. Only his.” She glanced over at me and explained, “For full disclosure, the other managers may be monitoring our status. I assume you don’t care.”

I shook my head, practically panting, and tossed the towel aside. Amber carefully took her circular glasses off, folded them, and placed them on the dusty ground next to the bed, kicked off her flats, then pulled her dress pants and underwear down in one efficient gesture. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small triangle above her genital slit, which spread open as she stood on one leg to kick her pants the rest of the way off. There was a ring of tattoos around her pussy, a design like a Celtic knot. Pulling aside the covers, she laid down in the bed on her back, intending to let me have her missionary style. “Wait a moment,” she told me. “I’m not wet.” I stood there for a minute as she masturbated, still without expression, her fingers rubbing at her clit until they were shiny and slick with fluid. “Okay, I’m ready,” she said. “Come.”

I clambered into bed overtop her and slipped an arm under her head, mussing up her ponytail. She lifted up slightly to accommodate me and, glancing at the camera again, pulled the blankets over both of us for some modicum of privacy. The dampness of my body pressed against the dry heat of hers under the covers, and I could feel her breath rising and falling levelly. My hips thrust at nothing but the bed for a second; then the curve of my erection hooked into her buttocks and teased at her tight, warm butthole. “No,” she scolded, and reached a hand under to maneuver me into the correct hole. “There,” she said, and on my next thrust, I entered her. Her sharp-angled face scrunched up with pain for a moment as I did so, but then she let her breath out and I felt her cunt relax.

I came pretty much immediately, draining my balls into her with no hesitation. I panted into her mouth, not quite kissing her, as she allowed me to use her as a receptacle. “You’re cumming already?” she asked calmly. I didn’t want this to end yet, so I shook my head. She gave me a skeptical tilt of the head, hair mussing slightly with the motion, and didn’t say anything else.

Things were pretty hazy as I slipped in and out of consciousness on top of her. I think she knew I had cum, and was just letting me take my time. Surely she could feel the semen dripping into her asscrack. But, enough time must have passed for me to reset, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up from another wet dream with an orgasm. In my dream I had been jacking myself off while Adrana sat on my face. Back in reality, I was still on top of the manager, cock hard again and still firmly up her tight snatch, throbbing and inseminating her for the second time in one session. “Fuck,” I grunted as I humped against her, grinding as deep as I could go. She was being remarkably patient, clearly not enjoying the encounter as much as I was, hair increasingly tangled, yet still with that calm, professional expression. I raised myself up on my hands, wiping my chin, looking at her form below me - the two of us connected at the waist.

She gave her suit a couple smart tugs to smooth it out, covering her belly button. “Awake again?” she said. “It’s been twenty five minutes. If you’re feeling better now, I would like to be on my way.”

I grunted in understanding and raised my hips further, finally pulling myself out of her. I flopped back onto the bed weakly and Amber sat up beside me, swinging her bare feet out onto the ground before plucking up her glasses and standing. She made an irritated face at the semen dripping out of her vagina onto the hard floor below, speckling it in shiny wetness. After delicately unfolding and donning the spectacles, the woman squatted, spread her feet apart, and proceeded to do something I didn’t expect from such a dignified person - she let loose with her bladder, hard. A steady stream of pee splattered loudly against the concrete as she pushed, the effort also causing more semen to roll out her snatch. Soon there was a dark puddle of her waste and my cum below her.

Now emptied out, she stood and carefully put on her underwear, pants, and shoes again, along with a cursory effort to fix her hair. The rising smell of her urine in the hut was impossible to ignore, but she didn’t comment on it. Instead she daintily stepped around it and snugged up the blankets around me, tucking me in. “You should go back to sleep,” she said. She bent down and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. “Enjoy the rest of your stay.”

I was in no state to offer any other sort of communication, so I just nodded and closed my eyes. I heard her step around her own pee again as she left the hut, and then she was gone. I’m not sure if I slept, but again, my consciousness was in and out for a while. I didn’t remember much for a while.

 

The next time I came to, it was dusk. Soft, reddish-orange light illuminated the hut, and I was still tucked in. The floor was still covered in piss, and out the door, I could see the hot tub emanating a deep, eerily green glow. There were a few voices out there, forms silhouetted against the water, some splashing. The rest of what I could see was obscured by the blurry, dark blue of the approaching darkness.

A few minutes later, two people came stumbling into the hut, a man and a woman. The man was a tall, thin fellow with a gaunt face and goatee. The girl was dark-skinned, or at least very tan - I couldn’t tell in the dimness - with glowing-white genedyed hair. Of course, they were both naked, and the man had a raging stiffie. They splashed through the manager’s piss on their way to the bed; then the girl lifted up the covers and climbed in next to me, followed by the man, pushing me somewhat rudely to the side. I gave a low groan of protest as they shoved their way into my warm little bed, but as the girl’s breasts pushed up against me, I decided I was actually fine with this arrangement.

She was facing me from inches away, breathing hard, not paying me any mind whatsoever, addled, half-lidded eyes staring blankly through my chest. The features of her face were nice - long, pretty eyelashes (also dyed white), a small nose, plump, kissable lips. I didn’t get to enjoy them for long, because the man slipped his arm under her (nearly punching me in the process) and wrapped his palm around her face, covering her nose, eyes, and forehead, pulling her neck slightly back.

Then he started thrusting, apparently having wasted no time in penetrating her. The bed shook back and forth, the girl’s tits rubbing against my chest as she gasped with every impact of his thighs on her ass beneath the blankets. Her breath on my face smelled faintly of apples; I admired her teeth and tongue inside her mouth as it hung open in mindless pleasure. The man was gasping too. I laid there and enjoyed the show, also getting shaken back and forth in rhythm with their sex, pulling the blankets around me a bit tighter.

The bouncing grew to a climax as the man reached his peak. When he finally froze in orgasm, I leaned forward and kissed the girl’s exposed throat, his final few thrusts pushing that throat against my lips. Then he let out his breath and went still, arm going slack, hand off her face. The two of them laid there panting for a bit before the man stood from the bed and stumbled back out, leaving me and her alone in there. I pulled the messed up blankets around us again, and the girl snuggled closer to me. She was so warm and lovely under the covers. I had planned to check out what was going on around the hot tub, but I didn’t want to leave the cozy situation I had going on now.

Neither, it seems, did the girl, who seemed to be falling asleep, curled up into my chest. About ten minutes after the man left, she stirred again, looking up at me directly for the first time since she had entered the bed. I met her eyes - she had a piercing gaze with silvery genedyed irises. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but she wasn’t quite able to articulate it.

Suddenly, I felt a new warmth, wet and steamy, begin spreading through the mattress cover beneath my legs. Was I pissing by accident? No, it was the girl. She was still watching me, as if to see if I was angry with her. She must have realized she needed to pee, but not wanted to get out from under blankets. Or maybe she didn’t have time to stop herself before she started going. So now she was simply wetting the bed and hoping I wouldn’t mind.

Luckily for her, I didn’t. To show her I knew what she was doing, I slipped a hand down, traced a line down her belly, and put a few fingers against her urethral opening, feeling a gentle trickle of heat exiting her. She closed her mouth and put a hand against my chest, averting her eyes downwards in embarrassment. Smiling, I raised my piss-covered fingers and used them to raise her chin back up again so she could see I wasn’t angry. I nodded reassuringly and put my arm around her, snuggling her back into me so she could finish relieving herself in peace. The bed was soaking wet by the time she finished, and the air around our crotches felt as humid as a jungle.

As the night settled in, loud voices continued to punctuate the quiet from outside - yips and shouts, orgasmic moans, drunken fragments of sentences. I was actually feeling more awake now, thanks to having slept all day. I did have to pee, though.  When was the last time I went? Logically, I must have gone while I was in the tub, but I didn’t remember. I guess I must have also gotten up and eaten at some point, since I wasn’t starving, but I didn’t remember doing that, either. Regardless, my bladder was pretty full right now.

Well, the girl wouldn’t mind too much, considering she wet the bed first, so I relaxed too, emptying the contents of my bladder more-or-less directly onto her legs. She nuzzled even closer against me, and after a few seconds, put her hand down against my urinating penis to feel my flow, too. She fell back asleep like that, and I finished into her hand, transitioning from a steady flow into the last few drops after around thirty seconds or so. The mattress was ruined at this point, but I assumed it would be clean again after a couple days like everything else here.

 

I stayed in the piss-filled bed with her for maybe four more hours, during which time I felt her wet the bed again a couple more times in her sleep. But, growing hungry, I decided I should probably go out and get some food from the trough.

Chowing down on some bread and fruit, I decided to explore the resort at night. Once my eyes adjusted, it was pretty bright out again, just like last night, and I could see well enough to not trip over anything. I made my way off into the woods. Now that with my hunger and sleepiness were taken care of, I had grown horny again. Luckily for me, I came to a small clearing with a handful of people asleep in it. There were two women, and I picked the one I found prettiest and got on my knees above her head, stroking myself to the sight of her naked tits until I came. I did it into her hair, holding my breath as I throbbed out a few sticky globs of semen. She would need to go wash it off in the river come morning - or more likely, she wouldn’t notice, and would spend the rest of her time at the resort with a sticky mess of cum in her hair.

Then I carried on exploring, feeling satisfied. I was hopelessly lost by the time the sun started to rise, at the edge of what appeared to be a huge lake. However, I found it was just as shallow as the river all the way across, probably so people wouldn’t stumble into deep water without realizing it and forget how to swim.

But more importantly, the golden-haired gal was there! On the shore! She was passed out, still covered in dirt, near one of the food troughs. I could see multiple places where she or someone else had gone to the bathroom a few feet away from her sleeping form. I could feel myself growing hard with anticipation, wanting to fuck her again. But just before I went over to her, I spotted a silhouette approaching from the distance. They seemed to be carrying a large bag. Was it Amber?

It turned out to be another of the managers. He gave me a suave nod as he bent to refill the food. At the noise, the golden-haired gal woke, sitting up and spreading her dirt-encrusted fingers in front of her mouth with a big yawn. Still sleepy, she let the manager do his work in peace, idly picking at her snatch as he did.

After he left, she got to her hands and knees again and crawled over to the trough. I watched her stare at it, cocking her head. Then she struggled to her feet, long hair cascading most of the way down her back - this was the first time I had seen her stand, and I realized she was actually unusually tall, taller than me by a few inches - and spread her long legs apart, shoving her crotch up to the edge of the trough, newly filled with delicious, fresh food.

I wasn’t sure if she thought it was a toilet, or if she had some kind of fetish. But when beads of urine started dripping down from her ass to the grass below, I realized what she was doing. She was taking her morning piss into everyone’s breakfast. She must have had a full bladder from having just woken up, and I bet she had drunk her fill straight from the lake the night before. With that realization, I started stroking myself, instantly leaking out a bit of precum into my hand, and stared at her dripping, dirty butt cheeks.

I walked up behind her and bent down to reach past her into the trough. Now that I was close, I could hear and smell the shower of her waste as it landed all over the food. I grabbed something and pulled it out - a round, juicy plum, dripping with the lake water that the gal’s pussy was busily excreting back into the resort.

I took a bite. The piss on the surface was salty and warm, but it didn’t taste all that bad, really. The inside of it was still perfectly fresh and delicious. I’m sure that the rest of the breakfast wouldn’t fare so well after a couple hours sitting in there. Next to me, the woman sat back down on her rump with a little squeak.

Another bite of the plum in my mouth, I turned to her and knelt down to spread her legs. Feeling increasingly raunchy, I took the plum and pushed it up against her snatch; the soft flesh around her labia squished out a bit. She just stared blankly at the plum rubbing against her, only giving a little mumble when I pulled it away. Little strands of fluid from her arousal briefly connected the fruit and her box before they stretched out and broke. I took another bite and watched her as I chewed, rock hard.

She responded by turning herself around so she was on her hands and knees again, sweeping her hair to one side with her hand, presenting her pussy and anus to me. Did she want me to fuck her doggystyle like I had done on the first day? I certainly could, and would. But I had my own idea for what I wanted to do with her. I gestured her over to the piss-filled food trough, and once she had crawled close enough, I pointed inside.

She seemed to understand, and stuck her head into the interior. “Eat,” I told her. Her long, golden waves quavered as she nodded her head within the trough, and then she lowered her head slightly to pick up the first thing she could reach with her teeth. I knelt and looked inside to confirm that she was holding a soaking-wet piece of bread in her mouth, dripping pee droplets back down into the puddle it had come from.

I circled back around to her exposed ass and stared into her anus. It was open a little as she ate, her most private hole obscenely visible in the yellow light from the sunrise. I ran a finger around the rough, puckered flesh around it, wiping aside a few drips of urine. She gave no response as I poked my finger against the opening, just kept her mouth busy eating that dirty piece of bread. When I pressed in, the flesh sucked on my fingertip a little, drawing me further inside hungrily. I knelt there, one finger inserted into her ass, and let her take a few more bites from the trough. I couldn’t see her face, but whenever she swallowed, she had to lean her head back down to pick up another piece of food. There were probably bites missing from multiple pieces of food in there, all of it floating in her self-made pond.

Eventually I took my finger out and mounted her, cock against her anal opening, lubing it up nicely with my precum. A little moan drifted out from the trough; I smiled and slowly, slowly impaled her butt, one millimeter at a time. Dutifully, she followed my instructions and kept eating from the trough as I began moving back and forth, her asshole tugging on my dickskin with every gentle thrust. The cadence of her moans changed as she repeatedly filled her mouth, sometimes clear and breathy, sometimes muffled and strained. But she let me have my way with her, and I kept slowly fucking her for minutes on end, no intent to come until I had had my fill.

Speaking of having our fills, I realized she had stopped eating. Maybe she was full; maybe she was growing nauseous from eating so much of her own piss. Either way, she was still moaning in pleasure. I reached forward until my head was inside the trough and pushed the back of her head down into the food, her face down into her pee. She yelped and started pushing her ass against me faster, thrusting herself back and forth in a state of desperate arousal. I looked down at my cock and watched as her butthole flexed and stretched against me.

With a hand at her clit, she brought herself to orgasm like that, utterly degraded, making animalistic frantic noises as she came. I felt more piss splatter backwards against my feet - she forcefully squirted it out at the height of her pleasure, and that pushed me over the edge too. My final orgasm at the resort went straight into the golden-haired gal’s ass.

I pulled out of her and a second later, some of the semen I had deposited inside her came bubbling out too. She very slowly took her head out of the trough - her face, her hair was dripping pee and covered in crumbs - and collapsed on her side, burping. I collapsed next to her.

Maybe half an hour later, she sat up. “Ugh...” she murmured. “What in heaven...” Then she looked down at herself, at me - I met her gaze and rose up too. She seemed to be sobering up. “You...” she said. “We had sex, didn’t we? Oh, heaven, my ass.”

The woman stood shakily and made her way over to the lake water, wading into it, rubbing her sore butt with one hand. Looking past her, I realized that someone in a suit was approaching us. It was a feminine figure, wearing circular glasses - Amber! As she drew closer, she gave a polite smile to the golden-haired woman, who even down in the water could still look her levelly in the eye. “Gloris,” she said. “It’s been 48 hours. The Nectar seems to have worn off in the correct time frame.” Then she glanced over to me. “Hello again, Reno.”

“Yes, give me a moment,” the golden-haired goddess - Gloris, I guess - said. She bent down and spread her ass cheeks apart so the cool lake water could touch her anus directly, giving a sigh of relief. “We went at it a bit roughly. It wasn’t his fault, of course.”

“Of course,” Amber said, nodding. “I hope you both ended up enjoying your stay. Reno, you may begin to sober up within the next few hours as well. As you can see, once it starts to wear off, it does so quickly.” After a few moments, she remarked drily, “Gloris, in terms of your bladder and bowels, you may be interested to know you are one of the most prolific visitors we have ever had. I’ve received multiple alerts throughout your stay that various food troughs had been contaminated.”

“Oh,” Gloris said, sheepishly wiping the dirt from her arms. “I’m sorry. I vaguely remember, but I don’t know why I was doing that. I really like the feeling of going to the bathroom when I’m high. I love feeling so full of something, and then feeling it fall out of my body all at once, just...” She blinked. “Sorry. I’m still a little out of it.”

Amber raised her hands in a what-can-you-do gesture. “No worries. It happens more often than you think,” she said. “After you leave we’ll send someone to clean the trough.”

“Can you...” Gloris paused to splash some water into her face. “If it would be alright... I suppose... Can you leave it until tomorrow, at least?” She sucked in her lips and folded her arms behind her back, looking naughty - embarrassed, but naughty.

The manager raised her eyebrows. “If that would complete your experience at the resort. This area isn’t exactly frequented, being near the far edge of the resort, so it won’t affect many visitors.” She stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Only those unfortunate enough to come here hungry and reach inside. I assume it brings you pleasure to ruin food for others?”

“No, no, no,” the golden-haired gal said. “It’s not that. I actually think I did it because... because I wanted to mark it, like I was trying to claim ownership over it by putting my scent on it? I’d like to go home to my boyfriend and tell him about it while he fucks me, or maybe just while he jerks off, and it would be better if I could tell him it’s still all here.”

Amber nodded calmly. “Yes, of course. That sounds like an enjoyable time.”

“Thank you,” Gloris said, and stumbled out of the water. Her six-foot-plus nude form, dripping water, towered over the smaller, suited-up manager. “I’m ready to leave now.”

Amber nodded again and, to me, said, “Anything you need before we leave, Reno?”

I was laying on my back again at this point, feeling lightheaded. “Can you... Can you sit on my face?” I said. The manager laughed aloud, which did hurt my feelings a bit. It had been a serious request.

She seemed to realize this, because she quickly forced her expression back to a professional neutral one. “For the reasons I mentioned before, I’m afraid that would be unprofessional, Reno. I’m sure you can find another person to do so.”

Gloris chimed in, “Oh, if you’re worried about appearing unprofessional in front of me, don’t be. This man and I just did several untasteful things together. I’m not at all concerned with the actions of others.”

Amber stared at her, then back at me. “Very well. It seems you’re getting lucky with me twice, Reno. I really cannot stay for long, so this will be very brief, but I’ll let you say goodbye to me through my pants.”

She strode over to me and squatted down on top of me with her usual diligent professionalism, plopping her crotch right onto my mouth. I could smell her through the layers of her black pants and underwear, and kissed her desperately through them. After a minute of silently letting me enjoy myself, she stood again, rubbing at the damp patch of saliva-wet fabric I had left behind. “Now, goodbye, Reno. Thank you for coming.”

I watched the two of them stride off long the shoreline together, one clothed, the other toweringly naked, until they were finally out of sight.

[gyrate 261]

Thought I'd do something a little different with this one and explore other parts of the setting.

Includes male and female pissing, and nonchalant public sex and relief. The protagonist is a woman.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 8.5

My name is Eden, and I live and work in a small city in northern British Columbia. The company I work for is a timber company with a heavy focus on under-over logging practices - that just means we source our wood from not only several hundred acres of overground forest but also from roughly one thousand acres of artificial forest grown in an underground warehouse. As you can imagine, this entails a great deal of logistical attention and monitoring. Keeping track of those logistics is what my job boils down to.

On September 16th, 2030, I was late to work. This would typically not be a problem, because the overseers at the office were very understanding, but today, I needed to get started as soon as possible. I had a big week in front of me; my team was conducting annual inspections of both the underground and overground plantations - checking the trees for disease, parasites, weather damage, quality, and so on, plus checking the mechanisms of the warehouse for wear and tear. Then putting together spreadsheets on growth progress, identified problems, suggested fixes, and cost estimations. It was a complex task, and I was looking forward to having it done.

The reason for my tardiness was due to an unseasonably early snowfall taking me by surprise overnight, trapping my car in our driveway. My husband and I have a servant bot which would ordinarily have cleared the snow for us, but it was malfunctioning, and neither of us had taken the initiative to call an engineer. That meant we ended up clearing the snow by hand, which had taken a good half hour.

As the car made its slow, careful way through the dusted-white morning streets, I hastily put myself together. I didn’t have time to do much before I left, after all. I pulled a comb through my reddish-bronze locks of hair, which fell just to the base of my neck. I shakily applied mascara, orange eyeshadow, and scarlet lipstick using the hand mirror I had grabbed on my way out. I had a full bladder, too, but the car wasn’t self-cleaning. I would have to empty out when I arrived.

When my car made the turn into the parking lot, I was surprised to see my friend Coda’s vehicle with its engine idling too - it seemed like she had just pulled in. The driver side door opened and Coda hopped out into the cold air, who quickly spotted me and waved. She was younger than me by a few years, with a short, cute brown bob of hair and a petite figure. She didn’t have makeup on, and was wearing a fuzzy coat and boots.

Once I’d parked next to her and hopped out, I returned her greeting. “Looks like I’m not the only one,” I said. “Hold on, before we go in, I need to pee.”

“Late too, huh?” Coda replied. “Yeah, my car wouldn’t start. Do you want to use it as a bathroom?”

I glanced at it. Unlike mine, it was self-cleaning - but my skin and clothes still weren’t, so if I used it I would need to awkwardly hover above the seat anyway. “No, thank you. I’ll use the snow.” And it looked like I wouldn’t be the first person to do it, either. I could count at least five yellow patches between the parking lot and the office. I wondered if other people had been running late, too, and had just ended up hurriedly peeing on the ground before going inside.

Whatever the case, I wasted no time in pulling down my own pants, feeling the chill of the wintry air against my bare thighs and crotch instantly. I was wearing a red peacoat lined with black fur, which I raised off the ground as I squatted in place and opened the floodgates. The deluge of urine from my neatly trimmed nether region drilled an uneven hole into the snow, and the tingling of relief almost made me lightheaded for a moment.

Before I had finished, Coda wordlessly decided that she needed to go, too, and pulled down her own pants a few feet away from me. She had a cute ass, which was quickly covered by goosebumps as she shivered in the breeze, and much more of a bush than I had. Unlike me, she never squatted to do her business. She just bowed her legs slightly out, thrust her hips slightly forward, and let the pee go where it wanted. In this case, a whip of it lashed out into the wind before immediately splashing back onto her own inner thigh, running down her leg. In response she turned slightly, so the wind would carry the urine away from her. Still, even as she emptied herself into the air, flinging a spray of yellow across the snow in a speckled cone, I noticed some of it was still running down her legs.

“I don’t know how getting pee on yourself doesn’t bother you,” I said, still squatting as the last few drips were making their way out of me. “Your clothes aren’t self-cleaning, right?”

“No,” Coda said with a half-smile. “I just don’t care about how it feels, I guess. Actually, it can be kind of nice in the winter. I’ve wet my pants on purpose more than once.”

I shook my head and straightened up, letting my underwear blot the last couple drops. “Really? On the job?”

“Not yet, but if I’m outside like this, I might!” she laughed. “Gets you a quick burst of warmth all down your legs. It gets cold fast though, so you’ll want to get inside quick if you try it.” As she finished, she wiped her damp cunt up and down with the back of her hand, her labia getting pulled along with the motion, and then wiped her hand on her coat. Finally, with a playful shimmy of her hips, she pulled up her pants.

“It seems inconvenient,” I said, “but to each their own.” We left my deep patch of yellow, and Coda’s wide spray of droplets, behind us among the rest of the patches as we walked into the office.

At the entrance, there was the secretary’s desk, which had a wooden surface but see-through glass supports, manned by a woman named Calorina - Rina for short. She was slightly more heavyset than either of us, though not overweight by any means - just a bit larger and taller. She had platinum blonde hair done up in a clean-looking bun, and was, as usual, sitting on a special rectangular chair which was basically just a hollow glass box with a padded seat, plus a wooden rim and backrest. It was a mobile toilet without any need for plumbing - the interior of it was self-cleaning, and Rina typically just sat on it without any pants or underwear. I assume she had realized at some point that it was easier for her to take her pants off as soon as her shift started so that she could do her business whenever the need arose, rather than waste time removing them several times throughout the day. I had seen her use the box before, too, at least for when she went number one. It was always interesting to watch the glass interior suddenly get sprayed from above, splashing with several inches of the buxom secretary’s urine before slowly vanishing. Meanwhile, Rina would remain utterly focused on whatever she was working on at the time, draining her waste into the container without really thinking about it. She had a large bladder, so the whole process took around a minute each time.

As we walked in, she smiled at us. “Good morning, ladies,” she said, and presented a tablet to us over the counter for us to sign in. We did so, making small talk about the unusual weather before heading to the office floor. Since we knew Rina had clearly seen us relieving ourselves on our way in, Coda joked about needing to get one of those toilet chairs for her desk, too.

The office space was pretty wide and open, characterized by polished wooden floors, some glass furniture, and friendly warm lighting. In the center of the room was an elevator affording us office workers a quick way down to the underground forest, which stretched out for several kilometers in each direction below us. I, Coda, and the rest of our team all had our desks in a ring which occupied about a quarter of the total floor space.

In the center of that ring was a sterile marble platform ridged by a couple inches of raised wood. This was one of several public toilets throughout the office - these platforms were self-cleaning, so you could simply do your business all over them, aiming for no particular spot or drain, and watch your waste vanish over the course of about ten minutes. (Ten minutes, because the self-cleaning material they were built with was cheap and slow-acting.) This did, of course, come with the side effect that anyone doing their business would be clearly observed by the rest of the team. But no one was really bothered by that.

As I approached, I noticed it had been recently used, as a large puddle was currently still pooled up against a corner of the square, tinting the white marble yellow. Sometimes, when more than a few people used it at once, it looked like a small, decorative pond installation.

My team consisted of eight people. Myself, Coda, five other women, and one man. They were already well into their preliminary rounds of work, tapping away at the computers built into their desks, one of them (an old soul by the name of Koko, a tall, elegant brunette with sharp little spectacles, fresh out of college) supplementing the digital tools with a few notepads scattered around her. As Coda and I filed to our desks, we shared hellos and good mornings before getting to work.

Forty minutes later, Koko stood up and stretched. “Okay, finally done with the Rebelle report,” she said through a yawn. “I’m going to take a break and then head down to get started on sector 2-Y. Anyone need anything while I’m up?”

The one man in our group - a bulky middle-aged guy by the name of Easton, with a grey crewcut and cozy sweater - looked up. “Mind if I take a break too?” he asked.

Koko shrugged. “If you want! I don’t care.”

Easton nodded, standing from his desk and unbuckling his pants, then sliding them down to reveal his unusually thick, large penis, plus a swinging set of balls below them. Koko went over to his desk and pulled down her jeans too, bending over expectantly in nothing but an oversize red turtleneck. She had a thin, long snatch with trimmed hair, and a large, dark asshole.

I turned my attention away from them again. Easton and Koko had been fucking each other for a week now, and there were a number of things which annoyed me about that. For one, Coda and I were pretty sure that his wife didn’t know what was happening. I try not to care about my coworkers’ lives outside the office, but infidelity is a bad look, and Easton wasn’t even trying to hide it.

The slapping of flesh-on-flesh commenced from just outside my peripheral vision, coupled with Easton and Koko’s grunting. The second thing that annoyed me was that they had chosen to start doing this now, right before the annual inspection. I would have preferred my team to be focused on work this week, of all weeks, not on each others’ genitalia. Plus, despite my annoyance, watching Easton put his hands all over Koko still had the potential to turn me on and distract me, too. I didn’t want to have to use my break time to masturbate. I preferred to spend them collecting my thoughts for the next rounds of tasks.

And finally, the third thing - which I was reminded of ten minutes later, as Easton loudly had an orgasm, definitely audible across the whole office - was that they didn’t care where his semen ended up. In this case I glanced up just in time to watch a thick wad of it drip right out of Koko’s little slit to splatter against the hardwood. Coda and I shared a disparaging look and she silently rolled her eyes. Koko didn’t even put her pants back on, or stop by the toilet to push out the rest of his load, as she collected one of her notepads and sauntered off towards the elevator. I stared at her bony, naked ass as she left, a strand of milky, shining white dripping down from between her legs. She would probably be leaving more semen behind in the elevator itself and throughout the warehouse.

I suppressed my annoyance. My team was finishing their computer work already, but I still had at least twenty, maybe thirty minutes worth of expense reports to sort through in front of me. Within ten minutes, two more of my female coworkers had left, then Easton a little while later. Maram, the woman next to me with black hair dyed with strips of glowing dark violet, stood up after that and pushed past my station. Thanks to the fact she had no spatial awareness and a thicker ass than she knew what to do with, she had a habit of squishing her butt up against the edge of my desk as she slid by. This wasn’t helped by her choice of fashion, which usually included a style of black pants with a large vertical strip cut out from the crotch for comfort and convenience. All that to say, a few times a week, I would be treated to a vivid, close-up view of her asshole right above the edge of my desk. I was well-acquainted with that asshole. Sometimes I had the intrusive urge to poke it as it went by.

Anyway, I thought she was leaving for the tree farm, too, but it turned out she was just going to the toilet. Without pulling down her pants, she squatted over the square of self-cleaning marble, facing away from me. It always took her a while to start peeing. Eventually, she shifted to a slightly uneven position, one leg bent more than the other, and a few drops dripped nervously out of her like a tiny rain shower. All I could see was her asshole from this angle, which winked open and shut a few times as she willed herself to keep going. Then a more steady trickle of urine came out, which ebbed once more before finally erupting in a steady flow. Her anus and shoulders both slackened in relief as she happily drained her bladder, letting out a huge volume of piss to cover the entirety of the marble square, lapping up to the wooden edges.

Once she was all done, she stood up and came walking back to our desks. Like a few folks in the office, she kept a box of tissues at the edge of her desk, and she did the usual thing of grabbing one and wiping her open crotch with it before going back to the toilet and tossing it in. It floated in the puddle, swiftly turning entirely yellow as it soaked up Maram’s waste. Now that it was fouled with urine, it would be broken down by the self-cleaning material, too, though that process would take about a half hour.

In the end, I still ended up being the second-last to finish my computer work, the sole exception being Coda. I stood, stretching and looking around the nearly empty section of our office, before pitching my. Coda glanced up as I did so. “Aw, you’re going to leave me here alone?” she whined.

“Mhm, sorry,” I said. “I’m thinking I’ll head down to the basement first. It should be warmer later in the day outside, you think?”

The smaller girl shrugged. “Yeah probably. If you wait like ten minutes, though, I’ll join you.”

“Ehhhh,” I said. I would prefer to get started sooner rather than later, but... “Well, I do need to do a couple things.” Specifically, I needed to relieve myself, and then have Racheal - our manager - sign off on the reports. “It’ll probably take about that long.”

Coda grunted and started typing. I grabbed a couple of Maram’s tissues before pulling down my pants and squatting at the edge of the toilet. Then I relaxed my bladder and allowed its contents to fill the square again, pushing out considerably less urine than I had pent up when I arrived, but still a good amount. Unlike Maram, I was very efficient when it came to peeing, and could basically start letting out a full flow at a moment’s notice. It was maybe a strange thing to take pride in, but I did. Elevating my bum, I wiped the last few drips off, and tossed the used tissues next to Maram’s.

Afterwards, I went over to Racheal’s place, which was a desk sectioned off by high cubicle walls in the corner of the office. She had glowing teal hair whose colors sometimes shifted in sections to darker blues and greens - it was expensive genedye - which she wore parted down the middle with one side asymmetrically tucked behind an ear. The wavy ends of the other side reached to about her shoulder. A few years older than me, she was very beautiful in her mid-30s.

With no quick access to the toilet in her office, she also had a chair somewhat like the secretary’s. It wasn’t glass or self-cleaning, though - it was simply a regular, opaque, hollowed-out block of wood with a hole cut in the top, the hole three-fourths circled by a soft, padded cushion which she sat on and frequently emptied herself out through. Since all the waste she evacuated into it would simply sit at the bottom, her typical routine at the end of the day was to carry it out to our team’s public toilet, take the top off entirely, and pour its contents out to splatter onto the marble, which would slowly dissolve everything overnight. It was oddly medieval to see such a distinguished lady essentially emptying her own chamberpot every day, but I suppose she wanted to be polite rather than force the janitors to deal with it. Then she would carry the now-evacuated chair back to her office, spray it with a nano-disinfectant she kept near her desk, and it would be ready for the next day.

I knocked on the edge of her open door as I approached to get her attention. “Hey Eden, what’s up?” she said distractedly before looking up from her work.

“Good morning. When you have a moment, can you come sign off my reports? I’ve got seven of them ready to go.” I decided not to mention being nearly forty minutes late to work if she wasn’t going to bring it up first.

She nodded. “Sure thing. You caught me riiiight in the middle of relieving myself, though. Can you hold on while I finish going?”

“Oh!” I said. “Sorry about that.”

“Not a problem,” she said, giving no outward indication of the fact she was probably actively urinating. “So how are you feeling about the inspections this year?”

“Fine,” I said. “I don’t foresee any difficulties beyond the usual.” I listed out some of my expectations for what I expected to see in terms of expenses. The whole time, Racheal stayed on her chair, nodding along to my thoughts as she simultaneously kept using the toilet chair.

“It sounds like you have it under control, as always,” she said after I finished and flashing me a rare smile. She grabbed a tissue from her desk and reached under herself to wipe with it, dropping it into the box afterwards. “Alright, I’m finished. Thanks for waiting. I can come take a look at your reports now.” She got up from her chair (wearing nothing below the waist) and followed me to my desk, where she quickly glanced through my work and confirmed it was ready to go.

A few minutes later, Coda and I were in the elevator together, headed down. “Look,” Coda said, pointing with her foot at a little drip of semen on the floor. “We could track Koko like a bleeding animal at this rate.”

I shook my head. “As always.”

“Do you think she’s trying to get pregnant?” Coda asked thoughtfully, using the toe of her shoe to smear the cum flat. “She told me a few months back she wanted to have kids.”

“Maybe,” I said. “She’s probably on birth control regardless. And hopefully too smart to get pregnant from Easton, of all people.”

“Unless he’s doing it for her as a business favor,” Coda said. “Sperm donor kind of deal.”

“Then he wouldn’t have ejaculated on her chest the last time they had sex, or into her mouth the time before that,” I pointed out.

Coda smiled wryly as the elevator reached its destination with a small beeping noise. “You’ve been paying close attention, huh?”

I chuckled. “I promise, only out of spite.” The door slid open and we made our way out into the warehouse. The space was as breathtakingly massive as ever, with a vaulted ceiling about a hundred feet high, heating panels built into the concrete floor, and rows upon rows of soft soil with thousands of lumber trees bursting out of them. Workers toiled among the rows, mostly humans with the occasional hauler bot ferrying equipment and material to and fro, and the distant sound of a chainsaw echoed out.

We grabbed our equipment - safety helmets, reflective vests, camera drones, mobile soil test kits, and system pads - before splitting up and making our way to our respective assigned sectors of the warehouse. Once I was there, I began carefully checking over the trees, the solar paneling, the sections of moving floor, the soil, the bots, and basically everything else in the warehouse. It was time-consuming.

Beyond a few mechanical parts and lightbulbs that needed replacing, the first really unusual anomaly I came across was a huge, dark puddle of liquid spread out across one of the concrete strips of flooring. A surge of confused fear hit me when my first thought was that it was somehow a fresh pool of blood. Thankfully I quickly realized it was too thin for that. Some sort of oil from a bot? Lubricant?

I crouched down, delicately lifting the hem of my peacoat out of the way, and gave it a sniff. It wasn’t blood OR oil. Inexplicably, it was definitely urine.

Who the hell had pissed on the floor? I glanced around the vicinity, but there were no obvious suspects. Sighing, I opened up the system pad and supplied a long password and my biometrics, which in turn granted me access to the last week of security camera footage. Scrolling through the appropriate video, captured in fullframe color and 32x zoom, it didn’t take long before I found my culprit.

From an above angle, I tracked a young lady the pad identified as “Zell,” age 19, time of employment two months, as she made her way through the same row I was currently on. She was holding a pair of shears held in thick white gloves. As for her physical appearance, she was a slim girl with long, blue hair swept back over a demure, soft, nervous face. Part of her nerves must have come from her full bladder, because as I watched, she stopped, putting a hand down to her crotch and squeezing it between her legs, looking around for anyone else. She lit the cell screen on her hand, seeming to check the time, and then set down the shears carefully before pulling down her pants. She squatted down, and a puddle immediately bloomed into existence beneath her, spreading over a time frame of around forty seconds, during which she awkwardly fidgeted further and further up on the toes of her workboots.

After she stood and pulled up her pants, the girl - Zell - stared at the mess on the floor. She seemed to be waiting for it to dissolve, but unfortunately for her, the concrete wasn’t self-cleaning. I don’t know why she thought it would be. Zooming in on her expression, I watched her throat bob as she swallowed nervously, realizing the faux pas she had just committed. Then she grabbed her shears and hurriedly left the area.

This had happened about two hours ago. I placed a quick call to Rina to have a janitor sent down and clean up the urine, then snapped the system pad camera feed back to a realtime view so I could track the naughty little pissgirl’s current whereabouts. As I panned around the warehouse floor, though, someone else caught my eye - Koko.

That tall, bottomless broad was still in the sector she had been assigned, wearing a turtleneck and nothing else. She was leaning with her back against the trunk of an elm tree, long legs spread a few shoulder-widths apart, and she was rubbing her fingers vigorously into her slick, glistening cunt. There was no audio in the camera feed, but her mouth was open and head pitched back in a way that spoke all for itself.

How long had she been masturbating? I scrolled back in the feed and found that she had been in that exact same spot for the past twenty-five minutes. Scowling, I pinpointed the moment she started. She had been crouched down, taking a soil sample from the base of the tree, when one of the male warehouse workers had walked by. He said something to her - she looked up with a neutral expression, eyes shrouded by the sheen of her glasses. The worker pointed at her bare ass, unzipped his pants, and showed her his genitalia, which was half-erect. Then he said something else while making a jerk-off motion with his hand, zipped himself back up, and left, laughing.

Koko stayed completely still, crouching there for a few moments after he left, before one of her hands idly went to her right breast, massaging it hornily. It was clear that whatever he said had turned her on. She reached under herself with her other hand and rubbed at her groin, then brought that hand up to her mouth and licked it, sucking on her own fingertips. Had I just watched her eat part of Easton’s creampie he had left shoved up inside her? Or was tasting herself just a normal part of her masturbation routine?

Whatever the case, I went back to realtime mode just in time to catch her finishing herself off. Her legs were stiff as she pushed herself against the tree in the thralls of ectstasy, dripping viscous strings of feminine fluid from her aroused cunt to her feet. That amount of soil contamination was bad enough, but then she slid down into a crouch against the tree and casually started shooting out a thin stream of piss into the dirt, too, completely fouling it. I clapped my hand over my mouth. That wasn’t something I could ignore. I would have to report it to Racheal. I stared at the screen as my animalistic coworker sucked her cunt fluid off her fingers one at a time, still busily firing her urine into the soil while she did so.

I forced myself back to the task at hand and typed in Zell’s full name manually to get her location. She wasn’t too far away, currently helping load uncut logs into the bed of a truck. I sighed and put the pad back under my arm, then set off.

“Zell?” I called to her group as I approached. “Can you come here for a moment, please?” I got the impression that she was a timid girl, and she quietly paled as soon as she heard me. Her coworkers glanced at each other in slight confusion as their demure companion nodded and walked stiffly over to me. She still had her work gloves on, which seemed a little too large for her now that I was seeing them up close.

“I’m Eden,” I said. “I’m conducting an inspection of the facility. You can probably guess why I’m here. You urinated on the floor two hours ago. And you probably figured this out, but I’m required to inform you that the warehouse is not self-cleaning.”

Zell swallowed, still totally pale with nerves. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I... I panicked. I have a weak bladder. And I left my toilet in my locker, which was all the way at the other end.” She gestured off in the distance with her hand. “Um, I have it now, though. I promise I won’t pee on the floor again. Am I in trouble?”

“No, you’re not,” I said. “You’re new. Just don’t make a habit of it.” I paused. “Did you say you ‘left’ your toilet in your locker? Do you have portable toilets now?” If so, this was news to me. I was used to the warehouse workers having self-cleaning buckets built into their stations - if one of them ever needed to go, they would walk back to their locker (which was both tall and fairly wide), open it up, and either stick their hindquarters inside or simply pull their cock out of their uniform and do their business. I had even seen some of the male workers ejaculate into the buckets when they got aroused on the job.

Zell seemed to be regaining her composure. “Um. No,” she said, and reached down to the zipper on her pants shyly. “It’s a medical device. I have... um, really bad bladder control.” She unzipped and pulled her pants part of the way down, showing me a translucent, hollow band of rubbery material which seemed to hold itself in place against her vagina. As soon as it was in sight, a burst of almost-clear piss splattered against the inside wall, which was less than an inch away from Zell’s genitals. At first I thought she was giving me a demonstration on purpose, until she squeaked, “Oops. I’m sorry. See, whenever I think about it, it just starts coming out.” The device was completely filling up with liquid - but the self-cleaning quality of the material must have been excellent, because the urine never broke the seal, and quickly evaporated as soon as she was done. She pulled up her pants, leaving the now-clean device in place below them. Now that I knew it was there, I could see the bulge. “So, um, yeah... I forgot to put it back on after my break this morning.”

“I see,” I said. “No worries. Try to remember it in the future, but if you ever find yourself in the same situation, do what you did last time and pee on the concrete, not the soil or the trees. We don’t want to risk soil contamination.” The image of Koko masturbating and pissing against the tree flashed into my head again.

After I spoke with Zell, we parted ways, and I continued my inspection. Nothing else of note happened for the rest of the day, and when I returned to the office, I gave my report to Racheal, who had put her pants back on and was about to carry her chair out to the public toilet square when I walked in. She didn’t seem surprised about the news about Koko, and said she would talk to her.

Coda and I met up and walked out to the lobby together. Rina, who was finishing up her shift as well, was yawning and stretching with her arms above her head, still sitting bottomless atop her glass cube, which she had recently deposited a fresh liter of piss into. She must have decided to empty out as she finished work.

After I accompanied Coda at her car, she pulled off her clothes and climbed into the driver’s seat naked with a happy noise of relief. She had always been more of a nudist than me. As we said our good nights, I noticed that she was already relieving herself straight into the fabric of her self-cleaning seat. Before she had even finished doing that, she brought her fingers down and started rubbing at her snatch hungrily, fingers dancing in the trickling flow, clearly having made the decision to masturbate in the parking lot before she went home. I smiled and left her to deal with all of her animal urges.

Edited December 27, 2023 by gyrate

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I love this new side chapter and how you are building this world! I don't know which I love more, the device that Zell was wearing or Coda getting naked and relieving herself in her car! I look forward to the next chapter!

[gyrate 261]

Happy new year, all!

Includes male and female pissing, drug and alcohol use, nonchalant public sex and relief, anal sex, and watersports. The protagonist is a man.

 

The Future I Saw, Part 9

“I can’t believe you went without me, fuckers!”

Adrana and I were regaling Nova with tales from the Elysian Fields - at least, the tales we could remember - over drinks in the Snowglobe, one of the larger clubs in Skyune. The club’s name came from these artificial neon “snowflakes” constantly drifting down from dispensers hidden in the rafters of the ceiling. They were composed of some sort of luminous material which dissolved slowly into faint mist as it fell, so the end result was like being in a warm, foggy blizzard. A layer of shining EDM glinted airily off the rainbow specks in the air; despite the fog, things nevertheless felt bright and full and color.

Okay, maybe some of the colors I was seeing were coming from the Winker tabs (mixed with a shot of vodka) I had already downed. After my great experience with the Nectar, I was feeling a lot more friendly towards all the drugs of the future age. I was also feeling very friendly towards the two women I was with, all three of us nude on the upper floor of the club.

It wasn’t overly crowded in here, and a bit quieter than the few clubs I had personal experience with from my prior life, which was nice. We had decided to hang out next to the upstairs “toilet” so we could watch clubbers relieve themselves throughout the night. It wasn’t really a toilet, of course, and the whole club was self-cleaning, but to give people the option of keeping their waste in one place, a few circular sections of the floor had been slanted a few inches down with inset patches of soft, absorbent, beanbag-esque material to help keep everything contained. Rising up above each of these sections on a pillar was also a wooden ring which looked a lot like an ornamental, old-fashioend, circular toilet seat. This allowed people to sit down to do their business if they were too inebriated to squat or stand.

Adrana and I laughed at Nova’s annoyance. “I’m sorry!” Adrana said. “In my defense, I was stressed out - you know how Feli is. She got sooo upset with us. First because I go pee while we’re having dinner together - not my fault, by the way, I literally could not hold it - then because she walks in on Reno and I boning.” She shrugged one shoulder, causing her tit to jiggle a little on that side, and took a sip of her blue cocktail with her straw. “I wanted to do something nice with the trip.”

“Okay, getting mad over either of those things is pretty fuckin’ dumb, so that does sound like her,”  Nova said. “But wait, you and Reno are fucking now? Are you two finally dating?” She squinted at me and put her hand up to her chin in a mock suspicious gesture. “I THOUGHT you two had a whole new vibe going on. That’s chill. About time, to be honest.”

“No, no,” Adrana said, shaking her head and narrowing her eyes as she swallowed another sip of the cocktail. “Not dating. More casual than that.”

“I dunno,” Nova said. “You two would be good for each other, though. What do you think, Reno? Was the Elysian Fields your first date?”

I had been distracted by a skinny blonde girl who had stumbled over to the toilet while they were talking, currently sitting on it, her asscheeks encircled by the toilet ring but otherwise completely visible. With a half-empty drink still in her hand, uneven spurts of piss were squirting out of her and onto the floor below, some spray misting up from each impact and mixing into the fog. I smiled and looked back at Adrana. “I don’t think so,” I said. “I agree about not labeling it. I don’t know how much longer I get to stay here. Besides,” I chuckled, “We only fucked once at the resort - or no, twice - and I’m pretty sure we fucked a lot of other people besides that.”

Nova reached forward, her pink breasts hanging down as she did so, causing them to catch a few neon snowflakes like a curtain, and flicked me in the forehead. “Fucking other people doesn’t make it not a date, fuckass,” she said, at the same time Adrana was saying, “Really? I only remember doing it in the hot tub.”

“No, we did it as soon as we went inside too,” I pointed out to Adrana, then said, “Actually, speaking of sex with other people, one thing that kind of took me by surprise was that they didn’t check us over for STDs or talk about birth control at all. Was that normal?”

Adrana nodded. “Yeah. I know you mentioned once that disease spreading through sex was more of a risk where you’re from, but it doesn’t really happen anymore. If it does they can just, you know, give you medicine.” She bit her lip. “Uh, birth control is only voluntary, though. I guess I should have mentioned that.”

I shook my head and gave her an incredulous stare. “Wait, what? I kind of assumed there was some... I don’t know, futuristic thing going on where everyone had birth control built into their bodies in a nanomachine or something?”

Nova laughed and Adrana only pursed her lips. “Uh, no. I mean, you can get pills, shots, or if you’ve got a pussy, an IUD or whatever, but it’s expected to be handled on a person-by-person basis. Are you... not on contraceptives? Nova and I are, to be clear.”

“Male contraceptives aren’t really a thing where I’m from yet. Not unless you get your wire snipped.” I rubbed my forehead. “Wait, wait, wait, back up. I had sex with... at least two women while I was there. So if they’re not on birth control, they might be pregnant?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

She nodded slowly. “Yes? It’s possible they went to the Fields to have a stranger impregnate them in the first place. And if someone didn’t want to knock them up, it’s that person’s job to make sure they're shooting blanks. Shit, sorry, I’m feeling more and more like I should have mentioned this.”

“No, it’s alright,” I said. “That’s just one hell of a bombshell for me.” I laughed in a shocked sort of way, lost in thought about not only the fact I may have accidentally passed on my genes last week, but also about the fact I hadn’t even considered it until just now. Before recent events, I wouldn’t have been the type of guy to just forget about safe sex. The future had done something to my brain. Colored snowflakes melted through the air in front of me.

“Uh oh, thousand yard stare alert. I think he froze,” Nova said. “We gotta do something to shake him out of it. Reno, baby, you want to watch me go potty? I have to go pee-pee. You wanna watch?” She bent her head down to gaze up at my face, checking for a reaction.

I did nod and give her a thankful smile. “Obviously, you dumb bitch,” I said affectionately, and she tittered and walked over to the toilet ring, sitting down on it, her thick ass extruding downward. It bent downward slightly under her weight.

Adrana gave my shoulder a reassuring pat. “I have to go too, big guy,” she said. “You can watch us both.”

“Come here,” Nova said, patting her thigh. “Sit on my lap. Let’s do it at the same time.”

The ocean-haired girl bit her thumb as she sized up the ring. “You sure it’ll hold both of us?” she said.

Nova glared. “Are you calling me fat?” Adrana sighed and walked daintily over, turned around, and made sure to spread her asscheeks apart right in Nova’s face before she sat down in her lap. Nova laughed again parted her legs slightly, putting her fairy-pink arms around Adrana’s flat stomach to hold her in place. “After we get Reno turned on, I expect you two to fuck so I can watch.” Then a golden tinkle of urine started to bubble out of her, falling through the ring to the beanbag-patterned floor below. “I’m peeing, by the way,” she added in a singsong voice.

Adrana met my eyes with more of a deep, passionate gaze than I had been expecting as she started pissing too, right onto Nova’s lap. Most of it went through Nova’s spread legs onto the floor below, but some of it dripped onto the other girl’s cunt, making it shine, and more of it spread out in messy little rivulets along Adrana’s snow-white legs before dripping onto Nova’s thighs. The look Adrana gave me while she emptied her bladder all over the two of them was the same look she gave me right before she kissed me. Her gaze flickered from one of my eyes to the other, never leaving my face.

Instead of kissing her, I stepped forward with a hardening cock and let loose with my own stream, too, aiming for both their spread crotches. A few bystanders, guys and girls alike, shouted a drunken “wooooo” as I did so, my piss ricocheting off Nova’s large, flare-white labia, slipping inside Adrana’s smaller pink slit, then, as I grew harder and harder, the line of urine moved up Adrana’s front, splashing against her stomach and Nova’s arms folding over it alike. Adrana leaned back against Nova so her breasts were as exposed as possible, and I shook my hips to douse both of them in a healthy dose before finally tapering off. When we were finally all finished, the sum of our collective liquid not only barely overflowed the “toilet,” but was also splattered all over the floor around us, slowly evaporating.

“Okay, you two fuck now.” Nova pushed Adrana off towards me, and Adrana stumbled only a little before I caught her. Then we did kiss, tongues dancing against each other, invading each others’ mouths; I pulled her tight against me in the foggy club, feeling the remains of my urine prickle as they vanished from her stomach. After a couple minutes of making out, I pulled away from her. She was flush with horniness, wearing a crooked half-smile as she returned my gaze. A couple of the people who had cheered us on earlier were still watching, too.

A neon snowflake landed just a few millimeters away from Adrana’s left eye, causing her to squint; I used the back of my hand to brush it away, dark fingers trailing crumbling mist which still sparked with vibrancy. Then I bent forward, and our mouths joined once more - not as long this time, because as I kissed her, I knelt down to one knee, trailing little pecks along the center of her body, lowering myself down to the level of her pussy, which was shining wet with horny anticipation. She leaned back against the balcony with a moan while I got to work, running my tongue in wide, flat licks up her slit.

Her legs buckled a little under the pleasure, and I clutched at her ass with one hand, spreading it. The balcony railing was only constructed of thin metal bars, so if anyone on the ground floor happened to look up, I’m sure they would have caught a glimpse of Adrana’s asshole through the blizzard. Precum dripped from my cock onto the club floor at the thought. I reached my other hand up and eased a finger inside Adrana’s wet, warm vaginal hole while I focused on licking her clit, her walls wrapping around my finger appreciatively. I couldn’t tell if the pulse I could feel there was hers, mine, the music, or the drugs.

Five minutes later, she came, and her hand clamped down against my head to still my motion against her. I thought I could taste the salt of more urine spreading out against my tongue, but if so, it was only a tiny amount. When she let me free again, I looked up at her - she was panting, her hair hanging down in a curtain, shading her half-lidded, glowing eyes. Glancing around us as I stood, I saw that Nova was still leaned back on the toilet, casually rubbing at her cunt for a bit of stimulation which didn’t quite reach the level of masturbation, while one of the voyeuristic bystanders had fully taken himself in hand and was stroking himself to the sight of us.

“So like I said, I am on birth control, but do you want to try impregnating me anyway?” Adrana murmured in a low voice, just loud enough to be audible over the music, before turning around and bending over the railing. I gave myself a few strokes to lube myself up with precum, then carefully guided myself into her welcoming snatch. Her soft, pink flesh took me inside easily, and she clutched the railing with a groan, holding herself still for me to do my thing. And I did - holding onto her ass with both hands, I began thrusting in and out, watching the neon snow melting on her back as I brought myself to orgasm with her soft, warm, tight hole. I transitioned smoothly from the buildup straight into spurting out cum without even changing my rhythm, but I knew she could tell from how much my cock was flexing.

Even after I had finished throbbing out a wad of genetic material inside her, neither of us made a move to leave. I kept her impaled against the balcony, and we looked out over the fog rolling up from the noise of the first floor together, content to enjoy the moment for what it was. Eventually, she looked back at me with a dreamy, sleepy smile, which I returned, bending over to reach her, with a kiss.

The pleasant little moment was broken by the sound of some clubbers suddenly all yelling at once below us, though when we glanced back down, I couldn’t tell what they were yelling about. I moved back a bit so my cock slipped out of Adrana, trailing a slick string of cum to the floor. The bystanders had mostly lost interest in us, and the guy who was masturbating was now stroking his shaft a couple inches away from one of his female friend’s legs instead - she was dancing with another girl and wasn’t paying him any mind, apparently content to let him finish on her.

Nova stood from the toilet ring and came over to rejoin us by the balcony. “You guys do have good chemistry,” she remarked.

 

After that, we did some more drinking and dancing, then sat at a table near the toilet to people-watch. The first drunk woman who came up - a thick butch chick with medium-length curly black hair and olive skin - straddled it instead of sitting on it properly, and after a few seconds of anticipation, released a heavy stream of piss through the ring, scrolling on her hand-phone while she did so. It came out like a waterfall, like an animal, no pressure or desperation behind it, just a curtain of urine ribboning out from her spread crotch and splattering against the floor. There was a lot, too. Midway through, we thought she was done because her flow started to lessen, but then she shifted in place, moving one foot forward a bit, and like magic the river started anew. Adrana, Nova, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd volume of urine she was apparently able to summon on command. When she was finally done, she stayed scrolling for a couple minutes longer before clambering off and heading off to the stairs.

The next woman, an amazingly beautiful white redhead with a center part, symmetrical face, and deep dimples, came by a few minutes later. She was accompanied by a guy - a beefy bodybuilder type with spiky short blonde hair and a thick cock - who seemed to be her friend, because the two of them were laughing almost hysterically at something we weren’t privy to. They started pissing into the toilet from the side simultaneously, the man holding himself so his stream went through the ring from the top, the woman spreading her delicate hands above her pubic region, pulling her vagina slightly up to angle the flow forward. They were mostly looking at each other rather than where they were peeing, and at one point, the woman laughed and pitched back a little, causing her urine to hit the seat itself, making it spray off into the open air. As she finished, she simply stopped pointing her pussy up after a certain point, and the last half-cup of her wastewater went down her legs and onto the floor she was standing on. She walked away, leaving footprints.

As for the three of us, an hour later, our bladders were all full again. When this came up in conversation, I suggested that we pee in each others’ laps again. “Adrana, what if you sit on me facing me? I did that with a girl at the Fields, it was fun.”

We hopped up from our seats (stumbling a little from intoxication) and then I sat at the toilet ring first. Adrana swung one leg over me and sat in my lap, facing me, her face just a few inches from mine. She looped her arms around my neck for support and leaned back, carefully angling her pussy. “I have to go pretty bad, so get ready for a lot of piss,” she admitted. “I think all those cocktails are hitting my bladder at the same time.”

“Yeah?” I said. I was getting hard again, my dick millimeters away from her spread hole. “Why don’t you hold it for a minute longer, then?”

“Reno!” she said in a faux-shocked tone. “How cruel.”

“How about it, Nova?” I asked. “Why don’t we make her hold it?”

“I agree, she’s getting too open with her pissy little lady bits,” Nova said, as she reached down and put her finger against Adrana’s spread, quickly moistening pussy. “She needs to learn some restraint.” She drew her finger away and examined the sheen of Adrana’s building arousal.

“Bitch, I have more restraint than you,” Adrana retorted. She was still hanging onto my neck.

Nova grabbed her face in one hand, thumb on one cheek and fingers on the other, and angled her up. “Prove it,” she said with a smile. Then to me, “If you’re planning on keeping her for long, though, I’m sure as hell not going to be holding anything. Bitches gotta go, you know?” She raised one foot up and wedged it between my leg and the toilet seat, and spread her white vaginal lips out in Adrana’s face. Before either of us could react, a splattering stream of urine, the remains of the three cocktails she’d finished over the last hour, burst out from right above her vaginal hole and started washing over Adrana’s body. She angled her pussy so that the stream was landing right on the other girl’s cunt in my lap. The heat from the spray tickled my stomach, moistened my dick and balls, ran down my legs.

Adrana moaned. “Fuck, she said. “When you do that...  it feels like it’s coming out of me too. Fuck, you’re going to make me pee!”

“Don’t do it!” Nova admonished, cutting off her stream and glowering at Adrana. “If you wet yourself, you don’t get to cum tonight.” Then she started up again, the stream of urine leaping out again and falling all over Adrana’s desperate crotch.

Meanwhile, I was getting some ideas of my own. Even though I needed to pee, my cock was hard and dripping again, and I reached under myself to hook it up - not into Adrana’s cunt, but up against her asshole instead.

She jumped at the touch. “Hey, woah,” she said. “I don’t know about that.”

Nova cut off the flow of her urine again and glanced down. “Why not?” she asked. “Don’t act like it’s new to you. I’ve put my finger in your ass before.”

Adrana shrugged with a nervous expression, her crotch still dripping with Nova’s waste. “I’ve never had anyone’s penis in that hole,” she said. “And in public?...”

Nova gave her an “are-you-serious” look. “It’ll be fine,” she said. “Open your backdoor. I want to see.”

Adrana looked at me questioningly, her arms still around my neck. “Reno...” she said.

“I wont if you don’t want me to,” I said. “But can I tell you one thing before you say no?” I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “I fucked Feli’s butt last week. Don’t tell her I told you.”

When I pulled away, Adrana’s mouth was agape. “You did WHAT?” she said. Then, glaring, she said, “Jesus Christ. Okay, okay, okay, I’ll let you put it in, but no thrusting, okay? I don’t want to tear my asshole on the first time.”

I smiled. “Knew that might convince you,” I said, and slowly started pushing upwards at her taut, nervous butthole, my precum creating enough of a natural lube that I could feel myself slipping back and forth against her tiny, still-closed hole.

“What did he just say to you?” Nova asked incredulously. Adrana just shook her head, clearly more focused on her asshole than anything else right now. “Be like that,” Nova snapped, and spitefully pissed out what was left in her bladder onto Adrana’s stomach and cunt.

I met Adrana’s gaze as my cock finally found a bit of purchase and eased her butt open the smallest amount. She leaned forward and kissed me breathily, then closed her eyes, resting her lips against mine as she focused. Slowly, slowly, her asshole relaxed, and I was able to push first the tip of my penis inside, then half the head, then the entire head. Adrana exhaled hard, and it felt like a vice grip around my cock for a moment, before she relaxed again.

I tried to ease myself forward again slowly, but I must have put a bit too much force behind it at the same time she “opened her backdoor” as Nova put it, and I ended up pushing in a full inch of shaft all at once. “Shit!” Adrana said, her eyes going wide. Suddenly I felt a deluge of liquid hosing down my pubic region - she was wetting herself involuntarily. “Oh fuck,” she said. “I didn’t mean to - I can’t stop.” There was a noise like water being poured from a glass as her golden liquid hit the floor.

Nova snorted. “Aww, Adrana’s making a mess,” she said. “Deal’s a deal. No orgasms for you until tomorrow.”

Adrana winced, still peeing. “That’s fine,” she said. “This is harder than I thought it would be. Reno, has anyone ever told you how big you are?”

“Actually, no,” I said, laughing. “I think you just have a tiny little butthole.” Still, while Adrana was actively doing her business, I noticed that her asshole did loosen up a little - must have been a natural reflex. I took the opportunity to slide in another half-inch.

“Okay, that’s good,” she said. “Can you just hold yourself there now?”

I nodded. “Got it.” I kissed her, and then we were back to making out, my cock buried in her butt this time, my crotch covered in piss.

While we were making out, another girl came up to us. “You guys, I have to go pee,” she whined. I glanced up - she was short, with a rare pair of glasses perched up on her button nose, and glowing-pink hair done up in thick, wide pigtails.

“There’s another toilet on the other side,” Nova said. “This one’s taken.”

“I’m just going to go on the floor,” the girl declared. She crouched down with her knees up to her tits, then leaned forward on her palms in a very animalistic squat. From that position, she followed through on her promise very quickly, emptying her bladder below her. Oddly enough, the deluge of urine spreading out in a lake-sized puddle was dotted with neon-pink sparks of light the same shade as her hair, and it looked otherwise completely clear and clean as water.

“Woah, your piss is cool as hell,” Nova said. It was a ridiculous sentence, but the pigtailed girl smiled and responded, “Thanks! I’ve had some cosmetic work done on my bladder.”

To be honest, the girl took me off guard enough that I was starting to go flaccid even inside Adrana’s ass. I had to say something. “That’s awesome,” I said earnestly. “Hey, I have a relief fetish and I’d love to get to know you better. You want to join us for the night?”

The pink-haired girl sized me up. “You should get off the toilet if you’re not going to use it,” she said. “But sure, I’m downstairs by the bar with my friends. Come down if you want.”

After she left, Adrana raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Well, well, well,” she said. “I’m amazed that worked. I didn’t know you had game. Does this mean you’re going to let me off your dick now? I can feel you going soft in my ass, you know.”

“Depends. You DID pee when you weren’t supposed to - for the second time since I’ve known you, by the way - so I think I get to do something else to you. And by that I mean, I still need to pee, too.”

“You want to pee on me again?”

“Not on.”

Adrana’s eyes widened. “Oh.” She readjusted her ass, fidgeting, causing a spark of pleasure to spread through my groin as the heated interior of her butt tugged at my slightly flaccid member. “Okay, do it.”

Before I could get hard again, I let the tingle that had been building at the tip of my penis resolve into a flood of relief and urine. It felt odd, pissing into her ass, and as I filled her up, she audibly moaned in surprise. After just around five seconds, the seal of her anus broke, and a curtain of hot pee burst back down around my shaft, running down my balls. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum,” Nova growled at Adrana.

“I’m not going to cum from this, it just feels - so - weird?” Adrana said, half-giggling, half-moaning, with eyes wide. “It’s like he’s got a garden hose up my ass, fuck!” Another spurt of pee escaped her own bladder, too, as she fidgeted uncertainly away from me. Combined with the fact I wasn’t fully erect, that was enough for me to suddenly pop out of her, and my ass-covered cock pendulumed down and back up again, slapping to a halt against her buttock horizontally. That caused the rest of my still-being-released urine to shoot straight out from it and all over the floor behind her in a dark cone. While I was still going, I kissed her again, and she returned the kiss hungrily, still half-giggling at the sensation of my piss falling out of her ass.

A minute later I glanced over her shoulder and whistled at the distance I’d managed to achieve with my waste. She looked back too and laughed. “Well, it’ll clean itself in a minute.”

The three of us empty once more, we stood up to plan the rest of the night. We agreed that Nova would take Adrana back to her place (and have some fun denying her orgasm). I would meet up with the pink-haired girl and try to bring her back to Adrana’s apartment. With that, my two companions split, and I headed down the stairs to try and get lucky.

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The pink haired girl could be into peeing on him and watching her styled pee stay on him since he isn’t self cleaning. She also might not be on any birth control. Telling him as he cums in her. Also she could pee in the “Uber” on the way back to their place. Leaving the seat and floor that are not self cleaning wet with her special pee!

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Praying this story gets continued 🙏🏽

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Me too. So great!