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This is copyright me, so don't call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the 
characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

This is the first in my attempts to create other stories in the Terra universe, or the 
Terraverse as I shall continue to call it. This has no bearing on the events of Terra. This 
story happens later in the history of Terra, roughly a year or so in the future.

This story contains a number of fetishes, which I will catalogue as they come. There is 
only futa transformation in this chapter.

I would like to thank Basil_Jelly, Theromen, Davidka1, and ZenKid for helping me beta. 
They should have caught most of my errors, so anything you see is their fault :P 
Seriously they have improved the quality of the work and I appreciate their efforts, all for 
free.

Each scene contains various kinds of sex, I am just going to list them in random order to 
not spoil the surprise. If you don't like a scene proceed to the next one, you'll probably 
find something in there you like.

Anal, oral, faux rape futa/male, faux incest Goo guy BSDM, oral, anal loli 
female/tentacle, transformation


Club Vanilla
Chapter 6 
Talent Show Part 1
http://www.asstr.org/~srb/clubvanilla006.txt


I didn't quite know how to react, honestly. I never expected to get a comm from Annie 
asking to meet in person. I mean, not in person, but to meet outside of the club. She told 
me about this cozy little coffee shop that was only ten minutes away from the club. What 
was weird was she didn't want to meet up before clubbing, she said she had something 
that was 'pretty important' to talk about. 

At first I thought that there was something important that was wrong. I went to the 
pharmacy and bought a home testing kit for STDs, and was relieved to find that I was 
clean. Elizabeth had mentioned once that the nanos would keep me clear of STDs and 
pregnancy, but I still wanted to test myself. I had absolutely no idea how they worked 
really, and I didn't want to take any chances. Besides, most STDs were curable 
nowadays, and CompuGlobalHyperMegaNet had full medical benefits, better than the 
normal benefits doled out by the government, that were always strained and rushed. They 
were the kind of people that thought a little bit of suffering were good for people, but a 
burning sensation when you pee isn't good for anything. Of course if Anne had gotten 
pregnant, then I'd be really fucked, but I didn't even have balls, how could she become 
pregnant? The prospect of being a mom, err dad, whatever, wasn't something I was ready 
for.

Still I couldn't help but wonder what exactly she wanted to talk about. I went into the 
coffee shop she suggested and ordered my usual French vanilla coffee, theirs was 
different than what I normally have but it was still good nonetheless. I sat down and 
looked around for a bit, wondering where she was. The longer I waited, the more I 
wondered what was going on. She was late, not super late, but it was already quarter past, 
and we were supposed to meet up at eleven. I thought I was bad for being five minutes 
late. I grabbed out my pad in boredom.

I was so lost in reading my pad that I didn't notice an old woman approach me and say 
"Hey" as she stood near my table.

"Oh, uh hey," I said, barely looking up from my pad before returning my attention. I had 
decided to read up on the news while I waited. I heard the noise of coughing, and when I 
glanced up, she was still there. "Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, looking at me funny.

"What is it?" I asked. I didn't have a lot of time to deal with chatty senior citizens. 

"Oh, I guess I'm not interesting enough to look at unless I'm twelve and naked?" she 
asked, with a mock insulted face. 

"What the fuck are you…oh Anne!" I said, jumping up to hug her. "I'm so sorry, I've 
never seen you this old, I mean I've never seen you normally."

"Now don't try to sweet talk me," she said, and from her tone I thought I might have 
actually hurt her.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, can I just start over?" I asked apologetically, ready to face palm 
myself. "Please, sit down." I pulled out a chair next to me.

"No, actually, let's go take a walk, I'm running late," Anne said, spilling some of her 
coffee as she checked her watch.

"Where are we going?" I put the pad in my purse before slinging it on my shoulder.

"There's a park nearby, come on," she said with a sense of urgency as she held the door.

"Okay," I said, following her out the coffee shop. "How's everything going?"

"Oh fine, just fine, nothing new really," she power walked ahead of me. "Just the same 
old stuff, y'know?"

"I know what you mean," I said, still marveling that this was the same woman that I had 
been with earlier. She was fully clothed, I had only seen her wearing her school uniform 
once beforehand, most of the rest of the time she was completely naked. Now she was 
wearing a conservative black and white striped pantsuit with loafers. She had the body of 
a child when I spent time with her, now her face displayed her true age, and how many 
years my elder she was.

"Just over here, if I miss this I don't know how I'm going to make it up to him," she said, 
picking her pace up. For her age she was spry, and I was thankful I had spent plenty of 
time exercising so I could keep up.

"Make what up to who?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, it's Tommy's little league game, if I miss it he won't 
forgive me," she said, pointing across the street to the park. "Shit! They already started!"

"Let's run," I said, hoofing it as quickly as I could. I didn't expect Anne to keep up, but 
with a burst of speed she blew right past me. Luckily there wasn't any traffic, or else I'd 
probably be as flat as a pancake. I followed after, lagging just a few steps behind her as 
she ran to the stands behind home plate. I wish I could blame it on my shoes, they 
weren't exactly made for sudden gallops, but Anne was just a quicker person than I was.

I finally made it to her, relieved to catch my breath. "Oh thank god!" she said, relieved. 
"He's coming to the plate now. Come on Tommy! Atta boy Tommy!" she shouted, her 
lungs breathing deeply after such a hard sprint.

"Thanks, I'm fine," I said sarcastically, almost doubling over.

"Forgive me," she said, never looking at me. "I forgave you, remember?"

"I guess so," I said, my breaths beginning to return to normal. 

"Come on Tommy, runners on first and third, get it into the outfield, score us a run!" she 
shouted, completely engrossed in the game. I barely caught the pitcher throw a ball high 
and outside of the strike zone. "Good eye Tom, good eye, if he's gonna throw balls don't 
swing at it!"

"That's your grandson?" I asked, looking at the twelve year old lefty in the batters box.

"Yep, the youngest. Alright, good Tom, now you've seen his pitches, next time make 
solid contact!" she shouted. Another pitch went by, this time he swung at it and missed. 
"It's okay Tom, you know what he's got now, don't let him get it by you again!"

"Give it a rest granny!" came a voice from behind. "We're trying to enjoy the game."

"Oh give it a rest yourself!" I said, shaking my head disapprovingly. "She didn't say 
anything wrong, she didn't make fun of anyone or swear. She just cheered him on."

"Thanks dear but I can defend myself," she said, stepping up suddenly as her grandchild 
hit a groundball, just outside of first base.

"Good job Tom!" I shouted, partly to piss off the jeering voice from behind. "Get it out 
of the infield, can't give up a double play with a runner on third and one out!"

"You know your baseball, huh?" she asked, I could hear that she was impressed.

"Doesn't everyone? My mom and my sister loved it, my dad was all into basketball and 
football," I said. My head swung over as I heard the crack of a bat, as her grandson hit a 
deep drive to right field.

"Oh, get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out," she 
kept chanting, a moment later I joined in. "Shoot!" she muttered under her breath, as the 
outfielder caught the ball at the edge of the warning track for the second out.

"He got us the lead," I said, watching the runner tag up on third base, and jogging home. 
He missed a homerun by around five or ten feet, I couldn't tell from where we were 
sitting.

"Atta boy Tommy!" she shouted. "Way to make a productive out, good job. Next time 
you eat a little more breakfast and you'll knock it out the park!" He waved half-heartedly 
for a moment. I think he just didn't want to show off in front of his grandmother in front 
of the other guys, especially since he didn't get a hit. I know that I didn't like walking 
back to the dugout after getting an out, even if I knocked in a run.

"So, what's up?" I asked. I had waited long enough, now I wanted to know just why I 
was here.

"I told you, nothing is up," she said, leaning back slightly. Since her grandson wasn't up, 
she wasn't as enthralled by the game as she had been.

"You said you wanted to meet up about something?" I reminded politely.

"What? Oh, yes, yes that, that's going to take a bit of explaining, let's take a seat in the 
shade," she said, pointing towards a tree that was way up the first base line. There was a 
fence that should protect us from just about anything, except maybe a lazy pop up.

"Sure," I said, following her away from the crowd, taking a seat next to her. The cool air 
underneath the shade was nice after that unexpected running.

"Well, this Saturday there's a contest, a sort of competition at the club," she said, looking 
around, to make sure that no one else was paying attention to us. 

"A competition eh?" I raised an eyebrow in interest.

"Yes, it's basically an acting competition," Anne said.

"Acting eh?" I raised the other eyebrow.

"Well, it's to put on the best possible performance. Basically, eight couples are gonna 
compete in a three round elimination playoff tournament, single elimination. Each couple 
competes trying to create the best act, the best showcase of their abilities, their act made 
better by the nanobots. The winners are determined by the audience vote of their 
presentation," Anne said, it sounded like she was reading off a rulebook or something.

"Vote eh?" I said, raising both eyebrows at once.

"Cut that out!" she said, lightly smacking me on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, I'll quit it," I grinned, checking around to see if anyone had taken notice 
of us. "But seriously, you mean we have a public sex show and we get voted off, like 
some kind of lousy TV show?"

"Yes and no, it's not just about having sex, it's all about creating a fantasy, about 
painting a picture. Anyone can screw, anyone can have sex, what we're going to do is 
create a living and breathing fantasy, something that's more than just a real life stroke 
video. The voting is done on the performance, on what makes the sex special, on what 
makes it unique and different and most of all, sexzay!" she said, with a goofy voice at the 
end. I couldn't help but laugh, especially coming from her older voice, it was all the more 
amusing to me, I don't really know why.

"Okay, alright, so let me get this straight, we put on some kinda show, some kinda 
fantasy where we play things out, and then what, exactly? Then we screw?" I asked.

"Sort of, basically yeah," she said. "It is Club Vanilla darling, it's not like performing on 
Broadway, or at least it was, before…" she started saying, I knew she stopped short of the 
destruction of New York City, and thus Broadway. "I know you aren't exactly gung ho 
on the public sex, even though I think you liked it last time," she winked at me, "But you 
can't be voted by an audience if you don't do it in public."

"Huh, I gotta be honest, I never expected this," I said. "Why are you asking me, why not 
Elizabeth?"

"To be honest, Liz and I were never that friendly really, not until you came. We were 
cordial, but we weren't all buddy-buddy," Anne commented on something I never picked 
up on before. The two of them seemed to be nice enough to each other, but I just thought 
that the speed the two of them had gotten together it wasn't their first time together. 
"Besides, she's employed by the club, and isn't allowed to participate, something about 
possible tampering or something silly. And god, I can only imagine how much work 
she's going to have to do, the place is going to be off it's rocker, everyone is gonna show 
up."

"But why me?" I asked.

"I didn't want to ask you hon, but my partner had to bail out at the last moment," she said 
apologetically. "To be honest, I never thought you'd get off on doing it in public like you 
did before, it was a surprise, really. I was just kidding at first, but when I saw you were 
getting off on it like I was, well…that's why when Nicole cancelled, I asked you first."

"Loli Annie, err, I mean Anne, why did she pull out? Bad choice of words, sorry," I 
didn't quite get understand why someone would agree then bow out, there had to be a 
reason.

"She's recently had a rough breakup with her husband," Anne said, partly unsure as to 
how to put it, in that awkward sort of way that people are telling a complete stranger 
about another person's problems, that truly isn't any of their, or in this case my, business.

"Kids?" I asked sympathetically.

"Yeah, two little boys, the oldest one of them is playing centerfield. Nice kids, real smart, 
well behaved," Anne pointed towards the kids running out onto the field, our team, well, 
her son's team, the one we were rooting for, got out and was taking up their defensive 
positions on the field. Whatever team I rooted for always became our team, independent 
of the sport or the league.

"Oh, that's too bad, divorce can be hell on kids," I said, stating the obvious for a lack of 
anything else to say. "They get caught in the middle of everything, and there's nothing 
they can do but watch the parents fight."

"Yeah, and they're locked in a custody battle. That's why she had to drop out," Anne said 
conclusively, as though she had explained it all out to me.

"I'm still not connecting the dots, help me out," I was more confused than before she had 
started.

"Well, last week she was going to come to the club, and had gotten ready and everything. 
Her husband was looking after the kids, so she figured she finally had the opportunity to 
take a night out, enjoy herself at the club and just try to forget about having to deal with 
the whole divorce and custody battle. On her way there, she kept feeling this nagging 
feeling, that something wasn't right. She pulled into a convenience store to buy a drink 
and a pack of smokes, when she recognized a car that had been behind her, it kept 
circling around the block, keeping an eye on her. She got scared, she thought someone 
was stalking her, so she called the cops," Anne said.

"A stalker, what the fuck?" I asked, surprised, now with video surveillance and DNA 
identification, there weren't many stalkers around, and the few that were weren't for 
long.

"When the cops got there, it turned out her husband hired a private investigator, and last 
weekend he almost found out about Club Vanilla. He would never have made it in there, 
but still…We take our privacy pretty important, even though the courts found that the 
club was legal, it's still a bit of a, well, you know," she said.

"I know about the stigma associated with it," I said, remembering my own 
misconceptions about the futanaris, about how the media reported that nanobots were the 
silent thing in the night that was going to sneak in and make me some sex crazed 
nympho…well maybe they weren't all that far off after all…

"Well, right, but since the religious radicals have begun to demonize futanaris, if they 
catch wind of what goes on in there, there'll be a shit storm bigger than South America!" 
she said. 

"I know, I'm kind of surprised that no one has found out about it already," I said.

"The guest list is pretty tight, the only way in is to get an invite, how did you get in by the 
way?" she asked, innocently enough.

"Oh, well, a coworker of mine, Claire, said that I should try it some time, and when I got 
there the doorman let me in. I didn't even think about it really. I was so caught up in what 
happened that night with being mugged and almost attacked, that I had forgot, or tried to 
forget, most of that," I said.

"Claire Martin?" she asked with a hint of venom in her voice.

"Yeah, how did you know?" was my response. I had looked a few times at the club, but 
hadn't seen her.

"She's our competition," Anne said, her voice lowering. I noticed she had already begun 
using 'our' even though I hadn't yet agreed. "She beat me last year, I've got a score to 
settle there."

"Really?" I was positively dying to beat her at her own game. She had talked so smugly 
to me at work about the club, thinking that I was some kind of chaste or pure girl, that I 
didn't know how to have a good time, and that I couldn't get a date. If I could whoop her 
ass it would just make my day. "Just one question, is there a trophy?"

"No," she said, my hopes dashed. She smiled a moment later before saying "There are 
two, one for each of us."

"Lemme think," I said, just checking with myself to make sure that I wasn't going to 
agree to something I'd later regret. Having sex in front of everyone was incredible; it was 
such a rush to be seen like that. I don't know if it was the anonymity of no one knowing 
who I was, of no one being able to find out whom I was or being able to see me later on 
about it or if I was just always like that and never tried it. Maybe it was like playing a 
game, you don't know if you're good at it until you pick it up.

But it's different to just be in front of a few people through a two-way window and to 
have sex on a stage in public. What if I get scared, if I screw up? I guess no one would 
care that much, it's a sex show, but I still don't want to make an ass of myself in front of 
everyone. But then there's Anne, she's been nice to me before, and I can't deny that we 
have some of the hottest sex I've ever had in my life. Her friend had to cancel, it's not her 
fault that happened, and it wasn't like it was something that could be controlled either. I 
never thought I'd be in a sex show. Then again, I never thought I'd spend a few nights as 
a futa, or as a loli, or have lactating breasts, or have sex in public, or be screwed by a 
double dick bunny girl while I screw a loli…

"Okay, I'm in. What do I have to do?" I asked, sure of myself.

"We're going to need schoolgirl outfits, matching ones," she said.

"Uniforms? For what?" I asked.

"For our act, don't worry, I've got it all planned out, we just have to rehearse it," Anne 
said, I was surprised at how much forethought she had. I guessed this was all just planned 
for her and Nicole, with me just being the understudy.

"Well, mine got ripped last time, I can't sew for shit, but if you want to try," I offered 
weakly.

"That's fine dear, I'm the one who brought this on you so suddenly, I can take care of 
that. We'll go down to the store downtown, they have some schoolgirl uniforms, I'm 
buying," she said.

"Oh, you mean Emmanuelle's?" I replied.

"No, not that lousy second rate store," she laughed it off.

"Hey, I bought my uniform there last time!" I said, a bit too defensively, but I liked that 
outfit, it looked cute and it fit me like a glove.

"I'm sorry honey, but they make their uniforms cheap, that's why yours ripped last time. 
This time, we're going to get an authentic uni, one that's tailored and cut just right. I was 
thinking white with some green pleated skirt, maybe a red tie, with matching shoes, 
maybe some knee high socks…" she said, painting a stereotypical image. I didn't quite 
know how we were going to get them tailored for us, since we weren't going to be 
measured there. Then again the nanos themselves will probably tailor themselves to the 
outfit.

"Okay, alright, you're in charge of the costumes, but what in the hell are we going to do 
on stage?" I asked naively.

*

It seemed like a month ago when Anne had first asked me to join her, even though it had 
been less than a week. We had spent countless hours choosing uniforms, talking about 
our performance, what we're going to do, how we're going to be done up when we get to 
the club, we went over everything more times than I wanted, even practicing our 
performance. Well, not the entire performance, we didn't want to come to the club and let 
anyone get a heads up on our performance, and we couldn't do everything without the 
help of the nanos. If nothing else, saying our lines out loud to each other was a hoot.

Now that we were waiting backstage, it suddenly felt like everything was moving too 
fast. All the sights and sounds and everything were almost too much. There were eight 
different groups of stage props everyone was going to use, but they weren't particularly 
strange, although together they were a motley assembly of props. They were designed to 
accentuate the background holographic projector. It wasn't going to make anything solid, 
but it would create a three-dimensional backdrop for the plays, which is more interesting 
than boring cardboard cutouts. This holographic projector was better than the one we 
used to use in high school, back then everything looked like some turn of the millennium 
computer generated blurry blocks, but I can't blame public schools. Most didn't even 
have them.

Still, looking over everyone's props, it was quite an assembly of all different kinds of 
fantasy objects. Anne and me didn't have a lot of props, a school pad and a desk, a chair; 
the rest of the backdrop else was basically going to be made by the projector. It was 
going to be easier than finding one of the large computer monitors that replaced 
chalkboards hundreds of years ago. I half-heartedly looked around for an old fashioned 
chalkboard, I thought it would be nice, maybe give it an archaic air of authenticity. It cost 
way too much and Anne already spent over three hundred just on our uniforms, I couldn't 
afford it myself and I didn't bother bringing it up.

All the different kinds of people there were what made this place so odd. Everyone set up 
in unique costumes, some of them rehearsing their lines, some of them talking to one 
another, some of them already getting their engines revved up.

"Alright, alright people, let's stay on top of everything. Everyone knows his or her or 
their place, everyone knows the order, if you have to use the bathroom do it beforehand 
unless it's part of your act. No one step onto the stage before your group is called, do not 
shout anything to interrupt anyone else's performance or else your disqualified, you can 
talk so long as you don't scream you won't be heard. Make sure all of your props and sets 
have been checked and okayed beforehand, and for god's sake people, let's act like we're 
actors, alright?" announced the stage director, with his effeminate speech and overall 
demeanor I couldn't help but think he's either gay or trying to fit into that stereotype, not 
that there's anything wrong with it. His feminine clothing certainly didn't help.

"Nervous?" Anne looked up at me and asked. She looked so adorable, her hair done up in 
pigtails, with pink ribbons keeping them in place. Her uniform was just gorgeous. She 
picked out a white blouse and a light blue skirt, with matching knee high socks, along 
with a pink backpack that had a cartoon kitten on it. We decided that it would look more 
authentic if I had a more adult looking uniform, one that was a little more conservative 
looking, a navy blue color with a bright red tie, combined with some black pantyhose, my 
hair done up in a conservative but playful ponytail, with a blue ribbon, to go with the rest 
of the outfit. It took us almost an hour to get everything set up after we let the nanos do 
their magic, they can give me a dick but they can't do up ribbons in Anne's hair.

"A little. We're fourth, I checked," I said, just trying to talk idly, I wish we were first and 
we could just get it over with. 

"Well, at least we'll get a chance to scope out some of the competition before we go on," 
she said. "Nothing else we can do about it."

"I suppose so, it looks like they have the stage almost set up for the first act," I said, 
noticing the stagehands were leaving the stage, getting the curtains ready to be drawn. 
The holographic projector needed time to warm up, and compute all of the various levels 
and degrees and angles, I remember hearing about how it works once, but I can barely 
program my digital recorder. 

We were just off the side of the stage, but they had a giant two-dimensional jumbotron 
above the stage, and they had three cameramen, one below the stage for close up views, 
one way up on the balcony, and on our side of the stage, I don't know what for. There 
was a boom microphone, I think it's called, the kind of microphone that goes over the 
people's heads, that captures what they're saying, that was being fed into the house 
speaker system. We were standing right near the side of the stage, they had set up a three 
dimensional monitor nearby that was hooked into the jumbotron, so we could see 
everything that they could see, plus we could just turn our heads and see right at the 
stage.

"Here we go," she said, pointing at the impresario. The lights came on, the crowd began 
to cheer, the curtain began to draw, it was go time.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, boys and girls of all ages, creatures of all shapes 
and sizes, we welcome you to the second annual Club Vanilla talent show. Before the 
first couple comes out, we ask that you all be supportive of the actors and actresses, 
everyone here has worked hard to get everything ready for you tonight. Also, please 
remember you that you, the audience are going to determine who wins this competition, 
so be sure to really cheer on your favorite competitors," he announced bombastically. 
"Just a reminder, round one is a timed round, so make sure you don't blink or you might 
miss the action. Oh, and just one last thing, the first ten rows are in the splash zone, so 
you may get wet, with what I can't say," he winked and grinned, causing plenty of 
laughter and whooping from the audience. 

"Our first couple is Linwe and Dan, their performance is entitled, 'Tentacle Shower 
room,'" said the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage.

A moment after he walked off of the stage, the second curtains were drawn, displaying a 
holographic set of lockers in a school shower room on one side of the stage, a small gap 
where a door would be, and a projected shower room on the other, which was nicely done 
with fake water pouring down and everything. Linwe walked on screen, wearing a 
skimpy red and white cheerleading uniform a couple sizes too small, along with some 
obligatory matching pom-poms. 

"Hey guys, that was a great practice, sorry I had to wait up and talk to the instructor, I 
will catch up with you later, I want to take a shower!" Lin said offstage, her acting was 
stale, but she looked adorable in that uniform, especially with her pigtails wrapped 
around the unexplained ears.

She began to hum a tune as she slowly disrobed, obviously putting it on for the crowd as 
she unzipped her outfit, letting it slink off her skin. She was wearing a racy set of 
matching cranberry bra and panties set underneath it all, bending over slowly to peel her 
panties off, displaying her round backside deliciously to the audience, garnering plenty of 
applause. Next off was her bra. Just a simple snap in the back and the garment came off 
easily. Her back was turned to the audience, hiding the front of her body. She turned her 
head to them, giving them a wink and giggling for a moment before turning around, 
displaying her svelte breasts to the audience, enjoying the applause a moment before 
getting back to her act.

Her saucy legs sauntered over to the set with the shower; her delicious hips were swaying 
from side to side, accentuating her cute little bottom. Some of Dan's limbs could be seen 
squirming onstage, whether it was foreshadowing or sloppiness I couldn't tell. She began 
to imitate washing herself, constantly massaging her breasts, teasing and tweaking her 
small pink nipples and her swaying her ass enticingly to the audience, as she aped the 
motion of washing her hair. The holographic beads of water would hit her body then 
dissipate, they were holographs they weren't real. 

Dan's body walked, well slinked forward, the audience cheering got Lin's attention. "Oh, 
is that you Julie?" she asked, I almost jumped at hearing my name called before realizing 
it was just part of the act. "I've got suds in my eyes, can you hand me the washcloth?" 
she asked, sticking her hand out. A tentacle grabbed a washcloth resting on the floor and 
handed it to her, to the audience's approval. "Boy, those routines were really hard today, 
I am so beat I do not think I could do much of anything. Luckily I'm not going out with 
John tonight, I don't think I could fend him off, and you know how important my 
virginity is to me." Her acting was flawed, but the lines didn't help much. It didn't make 
much of a difference for the audience however, they were getting into the fantasy of it all 
despite her poor acting job. Just to paint the picture of a virgin cheerlead unable to defend 
herself was a mouth watering concept, I was just glad that our lines were a bit more 
rehearsed.

Two of his tentacles crept up to her back, slowly massaging it. "Thanks Julie, god I'm so 
tense, I could really use a backrub." More tentacles approached her rapidly, swarming 
around her back. "Oh, god that feels good, massage my shoulders too…wait a minute, 
how are you doing that Julie?" she asked, turning around to the snarled mass of tentacles, 
feigning surprise.

"Aieee!" she screamed. Dan's tentacles wrapped themselves around her arms and legs, 
tying themselves tightly. He hefted her body up quickly, turning her upside down. Other 
tentacles quickly found their way to her erogenous zones. Dozens of small tendrils 
wrapped themselves around her breasts, lifting and separating them in rhythmic circles. 
Other tendrils focused their attention on her nipples, running up and down on the hard 
pointy nubs, teasing and tugging on them gently, pulling them in a complete circle before 
reversing the direction. The overhead jumbotron viewer focused in on his attention to her 
nipples, the crowd cheering as small thread like sinewy strands wrapped themselves 
around the teats, tugging and teasing them. I rubbed my breasts as imagined myself up 
there, I knew from experience that despite the act he was skilled in pleasing others. Anne 
rapped my hands lightly, and I had to stop myself short, I didn't want to spoil my act.

Another set of tentacles ran up her inverted legs, encircling themselves around her 
slender limbs, leaving around an inch of wrapped skin between each ribbed tentacle, all 
of them meeting up at the same spot, outside the wet pink opening,

"Oh, no, not that, not there," Lin shouted, I think she was having troubles trying to keep 
in character. Dan flipped her body over, spread-eagling her limbs as he suspended her 
one foot above ground, aiming her pink slit and tight puckered anus to the crowd, pulling 
her legs up, Lin's knees were almost at head level. With the mass of tentacles I had to 
look at the screen to see anything, and at my age I had to get in front or I wouldn't see 
anything.

"Oh, god, please, I'm saving myself for marriage!" Lin said as more of Dan's countless 
tentacles seemed to gather. Two tentacles, their ends filled with dozens of tiny tendrils 
latched onto the outer lips of her labia, acting like fingertips they hooked onto her lips 
and pulled wide open, exposing her vulnerability to the crowd. Another two mimicked 
the same action, this time on her tight backdoor, spreading it apart, spreading her pink 
puckered anus to the limit. 

A different tentacle, this one pink with a tiny mouth like end, including teeth like bumps, 
latched onto her hard clit, fixated on the position it seemed to vibrate and wiggle. I could 
tell Lin was loving it from the way she wiggled and writhed in his grip, she wasn't that 
good of an actress, but maybe I was just being jealous. Her entire spread body was open 
to display to the audience, a rather inviting sight if I say so myself, if they weren't 
performing later on I might have run up and taken her!

Dan's tentacles seemed to be everywhere, their familiarity with making love with one 
another and the telepathic bond made for a delightful scene. I watched Lin's body, she 
was positively gushing love juice from her spread open body, truly working it for the 
crowd as she cried out like a porn star in pleasure. Dan was working dozens of tentacles 
everywhere, his disciplined mind exploring every inch of her body, creeping with his 
pliable limbs. 

A new group came from below her body, curving around suggestively at the audience, 
inviting their attention. I licked my lips in anticipation, maybe it was just because I was 
expecting some of his sticky cinnamon bun icing, but everything so far had amounted to 
foreplay. Maybe foreplay with tentacles but foreplay nonetheless.

"No!" Lin shouted, I was amazed she kept in character after everything Dan was doing 
with her. "Please don't take my virginity, I've never had anything up there before, not a 
dildo, not even my finger, I am saving myself for my hus-BAND!" she screamed, as a 
dozen of the pink smaller sized ribbed tentacles penetrated her pussy all at once. They 
were tiny sized ones, I think it was just because it looked more impressive for a lot of 
smaller ones than one or two large ones. He rotated her body towards the audience 
slightly, showing the tentacles pump in and out of her body. I swear I could have seen a 
bump in her stomach where he was filling her, but maybe it was my imagination.

Another batch of tentacles approached, this group lower than the previous ones. They all 
formed around her tight anal entrance, each one striping a line around the globes of her 
ass, forming a straight line like arrows, pointing at their target. They began to excrete 
precut, at least I think that's what it was, some sticky green gobs of lubrication in any 
case.

"Oh god please monster no!" Lin screamed. "Don't put it there, anywhere but there, I've 
never had anything anywhere, please don't invade MY BUM!" Lin screeched. Dan's 
timing was perfect, just as she said invade, half a dozen tentacles pushed into her already 
held open porta, the heads of the cocks pushing through the lube before penetrating 
deeply, spreading her asshole wider. 

"Oh, oh god stop, stop, you're filling me up! I don't wanna get pregnant!" Lin screamed, 
before a tentacle gagged her. I think it probably helped their performance. Lin's mouth 
was filled with a tentacle that was about as thick as my arm, she threw her head back as it 
worked its way down her throat.

The tentacles on her body toiled rhythmically, pumping in and out in unison, with each 
thrust her breasts were mashed together, her legs partially shut as her body thrust into as a 
rag doll. As he pulled himself out her breasts were lifted and separated, her limbs spread 
out further, gushing lubrication erotically from her body, dripping down off of her body 
and his tentacles before forming a small puddle on the floor, accented by a spotlight 
shining into it.

I admit I was getting rock hard watching this scene, the two of them were really going at 
it. I heard a small bell go off, and I looked around for what it was. A timer appeared on 
the screen, displaying five minutes left.

The two of them reacted instantly to the bell, picking up the pace of their show. The 
tentacles moved almost too quickly, it looked like Dan was struggling to get to the end 
but it didn't look like Lin minded, from what little of her I could see. I saw her head start 
to roll around the tentacle in her mouth, and popping out a moment later she shrieked in 
pleasure. I had forgotten how much of a screamer she was, I wasn't the only member of 
the audience to cover my ears. Her body shook and trembled against the tentacles as her 
orgasm overtook her, she wasn't faking it. Dan kept her body propped up, holding the 
writhing Lin in his tentacles, never slowing down as he worked in and out of her.

I watched all of the tentacles on Dan's body seem to aim themselves around Linwe's 
body, and I knew from experience what was going to happen. I peered closer to the 
monitor, watching all of the tentacles. They seemed to bulge and surge, like a garden 
hose that has been tied off, and fill with softball sized lumps of cum, waiting to go off. 
The crowd cheered, encouraging Dan to begin his money shot. The counter continued, it 
was down to a minute, and I waited with big trepidation.

"Oh god, oh god your filling me up, oh god!" Lin said, I wasn't sure if this was part of 
the act or if she was just ad libbing, either way it was hot. I could see her stomach begin 
to bulge up again, filling with what seemed like gallons of Dan's patented cinnamon 
sticky bun flavored cum being deposited directly into her belly. It inflated quickly, thanks 
no doubt to a healthy dose of nanobot magic, and soon she looked like she was past the 
first trimester, a healthy cum bump for woman as thin as her.

That's when the other tentacles seem to tremble all at once, I knew it was time for the 
payoff. I didn't want to blink, I didn't want to miss anything. I wasn't disappointed 
either. All at once it seemed a shower of semen shot straight into her whole body, almost 
two dozen thick tentacles literally dousing her in thick white cum, each blasting thick 
sticky ropes. She looked like a fat cinnamon roll, and probably tasted like one too, I could 
smell the slight aroma of Dan's specially flavored sperm from where I was. Gobs and 
gobs of it covered her, she was barely recognizable except for her long ears, but still he 
continued to shoot, creating a creamy white outline of her body in the cum that dripped 
off of her, sticky strands still clinging to her torso. Slowly the tentacles receded, letting 
Lin down on her feet, presenting her cum covered body to the crowd's cheers.

The buzzer rang, signaling the end of their time. The inner curtain drew shut, as the 
impresario came out to talk to the crowd, a half dozen stage hands made their move, 
programming in the new set, mopping up the floor, picking up Lin's clothing and 
pompoms, just in general setting the stage for the next act.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Tentacle Shower room' get to advance to the second round?" The 
impresario asked, I think he was just trying to buy time for the stagehands, but I sure 
hope that we get as much applause.

"Hey," Anne said, pulling slightly on my dress, I leaned down and she whispered into my 
ear. "They don't stand a change."

"Really?" I asked quietly, in a hushed tone so as not to sound rude to them.

"Come on, with that acting? I've seen better acting in a junior high school play, at least 
the money shot was good," Anne said dismissively.

"Well, I thought the sex was hot, especially when he came," I said defensively, I didn't 
know how much better my acting was going to be. I had at least tried it, and the lines 
weren't as stale, but they were still pretty bad. I made some room for the two of them as 
they approached, Lin, still covered in cum and Dan, who looked exhausted for him, his 
tentacles seemed to hang lower.

"Hey Julie, Anne," Lin greeted us, the rest of the contestants were content to either stay 
at the monitor or sir around chatting idly. She offered her hand, but I declined, I didn't 
want to gunk up my outfit.

"Hey Lin, Dan, you guys did a great job!" I said, trying to be encouraging. If I fucked up, 
I didn't want to start off talking shit.

"Thanks," Lin said cheerily.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Dan asked, telepathically broadcasting it.

"Yes, I told you I was fine. I didn't know if you could hold me up for so long," Lin said.

"It's not holding you up, it's holding you up and doing everything else for the show. 
Coordinating everything isn't as easy as it looks, sometimes I want to use a hand to pick 
you up but it's not there. Instead of ten fingers I have a thousand tentacles," Dan said. 
"Come on, let's get you cleaned off, I want to sit myself down before the next round."

"I feel bad for whoever has to clean that up," Lin said with a grin as she sauntered away, 
a sticky line forming behind her.

"There's a shower down the hall there, if you need a quick wash between scenes," Anne 
pointed.

"Our second couple for the night is Amanda and Raymond, their performance is entitled, 
'Futanari Authority,'" said the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. A 
moment later the curtain was drawn again, showing a dark, dank looking set, it looked 
like a dungeon. There was an old wooden chair in the middle that had been painted black, 
as well as a bowl, or was it a dog's dish?

I looked to the stage, and I couldn't quite believe my eyes. There weren't many instances 
where I was really surprised at what was going on at Club Vanilla anymore, but this was 
certainly something I've never seen before. There was Amanda, a pretty normal looking 
blond woman, a bit done up sure, but it wasn't what she had done with her body, it was 
what she was wearing, or rather what her partner was, or wasn't wearing. She had a black 
leather corset on, with matching high-healed leather boots that ran up to her knees. Her 
breasts were large, and she had a large soft cock, dangling between her legs. Her partner, 
Raymond, was male, but he was tied up with a gag in his mouth that looked like it had a 
dildo attached to it, a leather collar around his neck, attached to a chain that Amanda 
held. Beyond that, both were naked.

"Oh, look here widdle boy, all the people here want to say hi," she said, tugging him 
along by the chain. He walked on all fours, following his mistress as she paraded him 
around like a dog. "Sit up, good boy," she said, as he leaned back, crouching on his heels, 
knees spread wide apart, displaying his naked front to the audience.

"Hmm, your a selfish little boy, you want to cum again?" she asked, he mumbled into his 
ball gag. "But honey, I just let you cum last month, didn't I?" she asked wickedly, 
walking in front of him. She reached her leather-clad hand down towards his groin, I 
looked at the jumbotron, he was wearing a cock ring, and it looked like it was far too 
tight. 

"Well, you are right, your cock is a lovely shade of purple," she said, squeezing the shaft 
for a moment, smiling to the audience as she twisted the engorged organ. "And these 
balls feel full of cum," she said, putting her hand under them, lifting and gently tugging 
onto them. "Okay, I promise, it is time for someone to shoot their load today."

The crowd was enjoying this clearly, even if it wasn't quite my personal thing, I didn't 
really enjoy the whole dominance thing. I felt a lot of sympathy for him, if I were there 
I'd want to choke her with that chain pop that ring off and bust a nut right there. 

"Come on boy, impress me with how you serve your futanari mistress, and maybe, just 
maybe, I'll give you your wish, and you can blow your load just like a real man," she said 
insultingly. She sat down on the chair, opening her legs wide. He followed her over, still 
on his knees, and using the penis gag attached to his mouth on her. His angle was 
intentionally low, I guess to give the audience a clear view as he used it on her. His head 
bobbed up and down, the black leather dildo attached worked its way in and out of her 
pink box. She picked up her cock, still flaccid, and rested it atop his baldhead, the base of 
cock started to rest on his forehead before flopping over the top of his skull. He didn't 
seem to mind, he never broke his attention once. He simply kept bobbing his head, 
roughly an inch at a time. With each bob he moved perhaps an inch, but on the jumbotron 
I could see the slick wet grease of her love juices on the dildo, draining down into the air 
holes on his dildo gag. I could see her cock getting harder and harder over his head as she 
was thoroughly enjoying his attention, with each thrust it seemed to fill with more blood 
and the space between his head and her cock increased.

"Hmm, good job slave, you may have just earned a chance to really satisfy me," Amanda 
said, grasping her cock and pumping it a few times. She stood up out of her chair, and 
patted on the arm of it. "Come here" she said. He obeyed without hesitation, flying to the 
arm of the chair and stood there attentively, his back turned to his mistress. It was the 
first time I had seen him stand. "Let's see," Amanda said, reaching behind him, "Well, 
you have kept your plug in place," she pulled something out of his ass. I don't 
remembering seeing some kind of butt plug in him before, but I wasn't looking. The idea 
of discretely having something violating him all the time made me think. Anyone could 
wear that at any time, in the office or in traffic, nobody would know except for him, but I 
imagine it would be humiliating to have something plugging you up, or open really, 
always spreading you out even when you weren't doing anything erotic, even if no one 
knew. But if I did it, I'd know, and I could be nasty like that anytime of the day.

"Maybe, just maybe if your real good, we'll see…" she said, pulling him up to his legs, 
and bending him over. She pulled out a bottle of lubrication from her corset, applying the 
applicator directly into his anus and squeezed hard. She poured plenty of it onto her hand, 
lewdly lubing up her cock, first stroking the length of it then massaging her balls. I would 
have thought it wouldn't have been as nice with the gloves on but she seemed to enjoy it.

"Where's your dish slave?" she asked, he mumbled something through his gag. "Oh, you 
forgot it? Tsk tsk boy, and you were just starting to earn points, go get it!" she barked out 
the order, and he acquiesced, crawling again on all fours he moved the dish by her feet, 
before returning up, leaning back down against the chair, his back facing her.

"Hmm, are you ready to serve slave?" she asked, lewdly grabbing her cock, "Doesn't 
matter!" she exclaimed, bringing her cock head to the tight entrance to his backdoor. "Oh 
god, your so nice and tight," she said, plunging into him. I never thought a guy would 
like getting screwed in the ass, unless he was gay, but god, Raymond looked like he was 
having the time of his life, moaning and groaning with each motion. I don't mind anal 
sex, and having both given and received it I have to admit it can be great, but most guys 
don't even want to entertain the idea of having anything in them, they think its gay. "You 
should thank me, if I fuck your ass long enough, I can rub against that prostate gland and 
maybe I can milk you dry, get rid of all those nasty cummies without you having to 
actually cum, wouldn't that be great?" she asked rhetorically, bringing her leather draped 
hand over his purple member, giving it a tug, I think, whatever she did it certainly was 
nice enough to him, his head reared back as his eyes seemed to roll into the back of his 
head.

"Oh no, now you've got some of those nasty boy spermies on my glove," she stopped her 
action for a second, undoing the strap on his ball gag, "Lick it clean," she said, and he 
opened, lapping up his own precum off her glove like a cat drinking water. "Good boy, I 
know it's not your fault, with those big balls full of cum, but we agreed that you were 
better when you held it in, remember?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, wincing a moment later when she spanked him hard on the ass.

"Yes what?" she asked sternly.

"Yes mistress, sorry mistress," he said submissively.

"That's better, if you can't speak correctly, why should I undo your gag?" she asked 
smugly. "Now, be a good boy and whimper for the crowd."

"Yes mistress," he said. I was surprised, it didn't look like the two of them were putting 
on much of an act, it looked like they really meant it. Or maybe they are just good actors. 
It was weird but strangely erotic, just to imagine controlling someone like that, making 
them do whatever you said without question was turning me on.

"Oh, you know I love you, my widdle boy," she said pulling on his chain, bringing his 
ear to her mouth as she forced the last of her cock deep in his ass, "And you know you 
love it more than I do. Pounding…your…tight…little…ass," she said, using powerful 
thrusts, her cock shining with precum and lube as she kept filling him over and over, on a 
relentless anal assault that I don't know if I could have taken without shrieking like Lin, 
but he was taking it and whimpering, whether it was pain or pleasure, or simply good 
acting I could not tell.

"Oh yeah, you love this, constantly being on the edge of cumming, but not being allowed 
to cum, to give up your orgasm to when and where I say you can. You could cum right 
now, you know that, don't you?" she asked, continuing to work her cock in and out of 
him. He nodded in agreement, she continued on saying "But that isn't what you want, 
you want to teased and denied, you want to wait always teetering on the edge of sexual 
frustration, always wondering if this will be the night you can bust your load, if this will 
be the time you can blow that wad deep in me, maybe in my pussy, my ass, or maybe you 
just want to shoot it all over my tits?" she asked, pushing her chest against his back.

"But that's the thrill for you, you want to be used for someone else's pleasure, you want 
to serve me and beg for your orgasm, to give up control of it. Any real man would have 
popped off that cock ring, spun me around and fucked me hard, blow his whole load all 
over me and not even wonder if I came or not, just turned over and fell asleep. But you, 
you want me to cum over and over again, to have orgasm after orgasm at your expense, 
all the while keeping you constantly in a state of torture." She said. I couldn't quite 
understand what was going on really, I never got off on this kind of humiliation ever, but 
I seemed to be getting as horny as he was just from hearing her rant, her raw femininely 
dominant monologue. 

"Just tell me baby, and I'll unlock you this second, but that'll be it, you'll go back to your 
normal ways of popping off a load whenever you want, is that what you really want?" she 
asked, her pace increasing as I heard the bell go off. I looked down at the ground, I could 
see that he was constantly dripping drop after drop of precum, light colored fluid oozing 
out of him and into the dish he had brought over. I don't know if it was her constant anal 
assault or if it was her monologue, but his purple cock looked like it was about to burst 
past the cock ring, his balls were as blue as the ocean, and he looked like he was going to 
collapse from all everything he was putting up with.

"I didn't think so, you ready baby? I promised that someone would shoot their load 
today," she said, her leather clad hand grabbed onto his cock, "And you know I always 
keep my promises," she said, grinding harder and harder against his back.

"Yes mistress," he said, his voice seemed sullen, I felt bad for the guy.

"And I'm going to keep my promise," she said, suddenly stabbing forward, impaling her 
male partner on her cock. She made multiple final deciding thrusts, her face contorting as 
her orgasm overtook her. She seemed to tremble in concert with orgasmic thrusts, 
blowing her wad deep in him. She hugged him deeply from behind, wrapping her hand 
around his cock, squeezing off some of the precum that dribbled out. With a loud pop she 
pulled herself out, grunting as it popped out, a thick puddle of semen dripping outside of 
him poured onto the dish he had brought in his teeth earlier. He collapsed forward onto 
the chair, if anything his straining cock seemed to have grown larger, his balls bluer. It 
took him a minute to recover before lowered himself from the chair and turned himself 
around, always staying on his knees or on all four.

"Oh god baby, that was incredible, did you have some fun?" she asked, tugging lightly on 
her chain.

"Yes mistress," he said.

"Oh, don't fret, if these nice people will vote us into the next round, who knows, you just 
might get your chance to cum. Remember other people are coming up, now clean up your 
little puddle," she said, watching him. He went over to his food dish, in keeping with the 
entire canine act, and subjected himself to eating it, using long laps of his tongue just like 
a dog would. I just hoped for his sake that it was flavored like Dan but somehow I didn't 
think it was the case, as I couldn't smell anything. He continued to do it, only stopping as 
the horn sounded.

The curtain drew just a moment thereafter, various stagehands assembling yet again to 
take care of things, luckily for them there wasn't as much of a mess to clean up, but they 
still went over everything with a mop. Clean is clean I guessed. 

"Oh, Julie," Anne said, tugging on my dress again. "Can you believe that act?"

"I know right? Who's gonna get off on that?" I asked incredulously.

"No, plenty of people girl, god sometimes you seem so green, I mean the performance. 
Too much talk, not enough action, no money shot, I mean come on, at least give him a 
facial or something, y'know?" Anne asked, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. 
"Amateur hour, she just wanted to spout the female dominant literature, just as a futa, 
nothing's different, she just fucks him with a cock, it's still the same dominant and 
subservient relationship, the futa adds just a little spice to it."

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Futanari Authority' get to advance to the second round?" The impresario 
asked, again buying time for the stagehands.

The couple seemed to recover and came back towards us, ever since the curtain drew shut 
everything seemed to change for them. They didn't even stop for a moment, the two of 
them walked right by us, continuing their conversation. "Oh honey, are you okay?" 
Amanda asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Ray said.

"I was afraid I was too rough," she said, sounding apologetic.

"No, no you were good, you could have been rougher," he said, almost proud of it, like 
he had withstood something.

"Oh god babe you were great out there, how's you cock, is it alright?" she asked, putting 
her hand on it. I think she undid some kind of latch, freeing his cock from the ring.

"Yeah, yeah, sore as hell but I'll be fine," he said.

"Oh baby, did I use enough lube?" she asked, wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

"You could have used more," he winced with a funny walk.

"Oh, honey, you should have told me," she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"No, it's fine, I didn't want to break character," he said, walking with a funny limp. 

"Was the floor clean? I mean they went through and mopped it but the last couple came 
bucket loads and I didn't know…" she said, her voice filled with concern.

"It was fine, it just reeked of orange cleaner, and it was slippery. Besides with the nanos 
it's not like I'm going to become sick," he said, dismissing her concern.

"Oh, god, come on babe, we have time for a quickie in the shower, god I owe you for 
doing this for me, I'm gonna screw you silly," she hugged him from the side.

"Don't you want to wait for the next round?" he asked, from his tone it didn't seem he 
meant it.

"Oh babe, I could never do that to you, besides, the nanos will have you ready to go 
before the last act is even up," she said, leading him down towards where Anne said the 
showers were.

"Odd couple," I noted.

"Hey, if he's willing to do something for her, so long as she's willing to do something for 
him it's good, right? Give and take is what builds a healthy relationship," Anne said. She 
was wise, but taking sagely advice from a ten-year-old body was a strange thing, even 
though I knew who she was in real life. "For some people it's going out dancing, or 
watching a chick flick, for some people it's oral sex, or anal, or getting fucked in the ass 
by a futa cock in front of public." She looked over at me, "Someday you'll meet someone 
who you'll make compromises for, with. And you'll know what I mean."

"Isn't that a bit Zen for here?" I asked.

"Zen is everywhere, you just have to find it. Not everyone trolls around for booty, plenty 
of couples come here to try new things out, or the same thing over and over," Anne said. 
I didn't have much time to think about it before she pointed and said "The next act is 
coming up."

"Our next couple is Miles and Hazel, their performance is entitled, 'Miles Smiles,'" said 
the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. The projector had created a 
backdrop of a normal looking bathroom, large certainly but nothing out of the ordinary. I 
looked over at the stage, the stagehands had dragged onto it a very large tub. It wasn't 
connected to anything but a hose, but the strange thing was that at first I thought half of 
the tub was missing, naturally to leave it visible to the viewing audience. Then as I 
looked at it, I figured out it was made out of glass that would let everyone see, but could 
still make for a working tub. 

The curtain was drawn open, and a girl walked onscreen, she was pretty, a little on the 
large side, not huge but busty, hippy and curvy in the way that I wasn't. Her weight was 
appropriate for her size, she had that hourglass figure that most girls like me wished they 
did, a smaller sized stomach with plenty where it counts. She donned a blue bathrobe and 
was talking on a phone as she lit a number of candles resting on the large bathtub. I 
noticed a stagehand at the side of the stage with a fire extinguisher ready.

"Yeah I can't believe it I got stood up again Liz," Hazel said, at least I think it's Hazel, I 
don't know for sure. She didn't look like Miles but then again, I learned not to assume 
anything at Club Vanilla. She turned the nozzle, and suddenly the hose connected to the 
tub began to pump water into the tub, the water level clearly visible from the glass side of 
the tub.

"I know, right?" she said into the phone, leaning over and offering the audience a great 
view of her clothed bum, even obstructed by the robe it was nevertheless a nice 
curvaceous backside. 

"I swear, sometimes I just hate guys like that, I just wish that I could just meet a nice guy, 
go out for dinner, and maybe get lucky, you know?" she continued her imaginary 
conversation. "Yeah, god I'm so desperate sometimes I wish someone would just come 
and fuck me in the bath. I'll talk to you later, goodbye."

She put the phone down, and with her back turned to the audience, she undid the knot 
tying the robe shut, and let it fall to the floor. The crowd began to whoop it up as they got 
a look at her body, her round and curvy bottom was large without being giant, devoid of 
stretch marks or anything unsightly. She continued to light the candles, walking around 
the tub as she did, watching the water level rise. She walked around to the far end of the 
tub, leaning down to check on the handle on the tub, giving the entire audience a nice 
view of her large milky breasts, her silver dollar sized pink areolas already hard, and with 
gravity's aid they seemed even larger.

She dipped one toe into the tub, testing the water before stepping into it. Her other foot 
followed, as she sat on the edge of the tub, her legs crossed as she watched the water 
level grow. She looked into the distance, at a candle maybe? She rubbed her legs 
sensually, filling a palm full of water before running it down the slender hairless limbs. 
She uncrossed and then crossed her legs, teasing the crowd from getting a real glimpse of 
her nakedness. She drew a circle in the water with her toe idly as she waited for it to fill.

"Oh Hazel, why can't you ever keep a man?" she asked herself. "Another night home 
alone, another night with just me and the bathwater, god I'd hire a gigolo just to feel 
someone touch me, caress me, hold me all over and keep me warm at night," she sighed, 
"At least I have the bathwater to keep me warm, but it can't feel, can't caress, can't love 
me the way I want, the way I need." Her acting was good, it was an interesting aside. The 
entire time I was wondering just what is going on, what she's building up to. I kept 
looking around for the gigolo to show up, but there was only the stagehand on the side. 
She kept focusing on the water, drawing little circles in it.

She sighed, opening up her legs, finally exposing the tender pink slit of her sex. The 
crowd gave an appreciatory gesture, but it was somewhat muted by the sorrow of her 
performance. I noticed there was something…odd in the water, the normal color of it had 
changed, shifted slightly. It wasn't like changing from purple to orange, it changed from 
the clear color it once had been to a darker hue of blue. It looked thicker than the 
surrounding water, it wasn't diluting either, it was like grease in water, they never 
combine together they just stay separated, but they were still transparent.

Her finger, still wet with the water, lowered betwixt her legs, with the jumbotron viewer 
was focused on her hand the small nub of her clitoris looked to me like it was larger than 
life. She began to rub onto it gently, not in the pornographic way that most men think 
women do. Just like I always do, part of it all was building up the tension, part of it was 
building up the desire. I didn't want to just cum, I wanted to explode, and it looked to me 
like she wanted the same. Her finger was fixated on her love button, massaging it, I could 
see the moisture glistening in her sex from a stage light. 

She picked up an unlit candle, a long stem kind, and lifted it to her face. She rubbed it 
like a dildo, holding it in her hands, rubbing up and down the length, her fingertips glided 
across the waxy surface. Dipped it into the water, she took the tapered head of the 
makeshift dildo, and rubbed it across her already slick slit, moaning gently. The small 
size of the candle's head must have made for an easy dildo, she plunged in a couple 
inches all at once. I could only imagine, it must feel deep inside, but it doesn't seem like 
it would create the same kind of friction that a thicker one like I had would. Nevertheless, 
she worked half the length of the candle in and out of her quickly whilst her finger 
continued to rub small circles into her clit.

I don't know if she agreed with me or not, but she stopped abruptly, sighed 
disappointedly. Her acting was great, but the whole scene seemed so sad, and I had been 
wondering the whole time if she had been stood up in for the act too. She picked up 
another candle with her free hand, this one still burning. It had a fatter base, and would 
make for a better dildo. The flame reflected in her eyes as she looked at it. She sighed 
again into it, extinguishing the flame out with her exhalation, her eyes sinking 
simultaneously to the wax collected on the top of the water, forming a small spatter that 
formed a solid skin floating on the water. I could smell slightly the stink of the smell of 
blown out wick. She looked deep into the water; she was looking at that…discoloration, 
whatever it was, her head cocking slightly. 

I nudged Anne, and she cocked her head as I pointed at the water, some of the other 
contestants followed my finger. Something was coming up, but it wasn't there either. It 
was like water was rising from itself. Hazel focused onto it immediately as well, it looked 
like someone was lifting up from the water, but it wasn't a person, it was that 
discoloration I noticed before, it was rising? I don't know how to explain it, it's like some 
kind of person made of water was rising from the water.

"It's a goo girl," Anne said to me. "Oh wait, a goo guy." I hadn't heard of it, but the 
name seemed to be apt to whatever it was. It looked like a man, but he was a 
semitransparent blue color, I could see her through him. She looked up at him, a mixture 
of confusion and concern on her face.

"What…are you?" she asked, crossing her legs and covering her breasts, trying to hide 
her shame.

"I'm what you asked for," He said naturally, as though this was a normal occurrence.

"But, what…are you?" she asked, poking her finger into him. It went it easily, just as a 
hand enters into water, and she poked all the way out to the other end. "How can you 
even be near me, the way I want?"

His hand rose, taking her arm and gently pulling it out. Both her onstage and me 
backstage were amazed at it, he seemed fluid beforehand, but his arm was clearly moving 
hers. Her hand pulled out with a weird sloshing sound, then holding her hand, he pulled 
her arm back towards his chest, this time her finger wouldn't penetrate, it stopped short 
like the surface had hardened.

"I can be fluid, solid, or gelatinous, or I can be all at once," his hand released her arm, 
and it touched her shoulder, his arm…melting, or flowing onto her. She recoiled from the 
attention, her head turning towards his hand, still in the shape of her shoulder before it 
returned to its previous human shape. "I just want to be with you, please."

"But, but why me, how did you get here?" she asked, beginning to relax.

"You wanted someone, something to be with, so I came through the water," he motioned 
towards the hose. "Your sadness brought me here, in order to remedy your loneliness."

"How are you going to remedy it?" she asked, I could see her body language was no 
longer as standoffish as it had once been, her legs relaxed, her arms no longer hiding her 
nakedness with the same fervor. He moved towards her, his face pressing to hers as they 
kissed, lightly at first but I could see her mouth opening up, her tongue entering into him. 

He broke his embrace, she looked at him again, licking her lips, I didn't know if it was 
because she wanted it as much as I would, or if he left a little bit of himself in her mouth. 
She grabbed his hands, temporarily solid, and brought them to her breasts. On contact the 
fingertips became liquid, spreading and dispersing alongside her entire breasts, not just 
focusing on the nipples. The water seemed to form all around her bosom, his arms up to 
the elbow had liquidated around them. He fondled them gently, motioning them in small 
circles, but when the camera fixated on her chest I could see that her nipples were 
moving countercurrent to the motion he made. Her moaning elicitations were sensual, as 
if I needed something else to strain the tented skirt I was already sporting, but she had a 
deep and breathy voice that would sound sexy answering a fast food order.

Her hands reached down towards where his manhood was, it was strange to see her stroke 
him, it looked like she was stroking an ice dildo, and it dawned on me I didn't even know 
if he could cum. She inched her body forward, aiming the crystal clear penis towards her 
slit, drawing him forward. My eyes bugged out as I saw his penis simply expand, push 
out into her. If she wasn't satisfied with her small candle, she must be by now with his 
thick jellylike cock. I could see him working inside of her, but with his clear cock, it was 
like seeing it open wide by itself. 

He continued to work himself in and out of her, while he hugged her, I thought it was a 
nice and warm action, but I saw a bit later it had another purpose. His body pressed 
against her began to liquidate, forming around hers, creeping and crawling over every 
inch of her skin, covering her from her shoulders down in a thin light blue skin. The 
amorphous fluid made it's way all over her body, starting from his chest and extending 
around hers, his body becoming smaller and smaller as the azure coloring covered her 
body, hugging her busty hips and her tight stomach, wrapping around her large breasts, 
encircling around her gorgeous buns. Her entire body shimmered with his translucent 
goo, the light from the spotlights, as well as light bouncing off of the tub formed a 
gorgeous sheen on her form. His penis hadn't changed it's location, it looked like a dildo 
was magically pleasing her, it was actively extracting itself and filling her, despite the 
rest of his body had surrounded hers.

Her skin seemed to crawl as millions of ripples worked over her entire body. I shuddered 
at the thought of having every nook and cranny of my body being exposed, having 
someone have that kind of access to my body. It feels like it would be like being 
consumed by someone, or like I was wearing someone as my skin. Still, the eroticism of 
the scene before me was undeniable, it held a strange kind of allure, to have every inch 
being stimulated at the same time. More so than Dan even, whose tentacles could work 
wonders, Miles covered her, not only was her every erogenous zone able to be stimulated 
at once, but every inch of her could be focused on. From the ripples on her it looked like 
she was enjoying a full body massage along with double penetration. 

I heard the timer go off, and was disappointed since this scene didn't even seem close to 
finishing. I watched another manhood materialized, this one lower than the first. The 
camera zoomed into her ass as the small hole opened up, the secondary cock head entered 
quickly, pushing in with the same force as his initial thrust and doubly penetrating her, 
both orifices were soaked and spread open. Both entrances to her being spread open and 
tensed shut. I've never seen anything like it before. 

Her body, visible through his transparent skin that covered hers, was shuddering and 
swaying from his attention. She seemed wrapped in pleasure, trembling in place. His two 
gooey cocks seemed to pound inside and out of her like pistons, fully retracting out, 
taking full shape opposite hers, before plunging back in, drips of her love juices seemed 
to fall off. Unless they were a part of him, maybe he was sweating. I could see both 
orifices open with every thrust and shut with each withdraw, marveling at the sight. I've 
experienced it, but watching the holes balloon up and clamp closed around his twin 
transparent manhoods were amazing. I could see the swaying motions on her body like 
ripples on the ocean, massaging and rubbing her skin, paying particular attention to her 
breasts.

"Oh god, I, I'm cumming!" she moaned sensually, throwing her head back, her legs 
spreading wider along the base of the tub. The cameraman zoomed between her legs, and 
I watched her orifices squeeze and contract rhythmically in time with her orgasm against 
his gossamer members. I've never even imagined seeing the interior muscles of a 
woman's sex grind in climax, but there it was on the screen, the every flection of her 
soaked pussy visible for everyone. The goo around her body shrank back exposing her 
pink slit as it effused juices, I watched them drip onto the slime hugging her hips before 
dripping into the water of the tub. 

I thought she was going to collapse into the tub as she began to recover from her orgasm, 
the goo guy uncasing and reconstituting slowly as a person, as the buzzer went off and 
the curtain was drawn.

"Ladies and gentlemen and futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you 
think? Does 'Miles Smiles' get to advance to the second round?" The impresario asked, 
he seemed set aback a little by the performance. He nevertheless came out and bought 
time for the stagehands. 

"That was…different," I said, watching the goo guy detach himself and reconstitute. 

"That was pretty hot," Anne said.

"You think so? Maybe I should try that sometime," I wondered idly about it.

"Well, don't adopt other people's fetishes," Anne warned, her grandmotherly tone 
seemed off coming from a schoolgirl.

"I suppose so, but think about it, she gets one of those big water jugs and has a boyfriend 
in a bottle," I giggled at my own joke for a second, watching Anne smile and shake her 
head.

"It was too sad really," Anne said, her voice carried something…respect maybe? "I gotta 
say, it could have been nicer, there was too much buildup, but that woman can act."

"Yeah, my old drama teacher used to say 'A great performance can save a bad play'" I 
can't believe I remembered that line, let alone where and when I'd quote it. The two of 
them made their way, and I nodded in respect. It wasn't quite like Dan and Lin I didn't 
know them really.

"You did great Miles, I don't care if they don't vote us, I had a great time, and you 
rocked my fucking socks off honey," she said, hugging the goo.

"Yeah, I just don't think that the audience is of the kind to appreciate the finer arts," he 
said, almost condescendingly. I was a little offended, but I had to agree. Their acting was 
the best I'd seen so far, but a combination of a lot of things made it unlikely they'd get 
voted on.

"We're next," Anne said, ignoring the two previous competitors as the stagehands moved 
our stuff out. "You alright?"

"Well, I feel like I'm gonna bust a nut in my skirt if we didn't get onstage soon," I said.

"You'll be fine, don't worry," she said. "Just remember your lines, and ignore the 
audience and focus on me if you need the help. Okay, they're setting it up, take your 
place."

I have to admit I had goose bumps just waiting for the curtains to be drawn open. I 
walked out to the center of the stage, our direction was rather simple really. We didn't 
have a very complex act. There was a school desk waiting for me, the old fashioned kind 
without a cubbyhole for books, just four metal legs and some of the wood made of 
pressed sawdust as the top. I pulled the matching chair out and sat down, turning on the 
pad I looked at it, trying to follow the act. The holographic projector had created a 
stereotypical turn of the millennium style schoolroom; a fake chalkboard with some math 
equations on it, some of the old paper books that would be in a museum now, and an old 
analogue clock.

"Our next couple is Julie and Anne, their performance is entitled, 'All in the Family,'" 
said the impresario before taking a bow and walking off stage. 

It seemed like it took forever to begin the act, it didn't seem like the previous acts had 
taken so long to get started. I glanced up at the curtains draw, then focused on the pad 
again, trying not to break out of character. There was a handwritten note on it from 
Annie, and I smiled as I read 'Don't worry, with a body like yours we can't lose' 
alongside a smiley face on a crudely drawn futanari stick figure.

Anne made her way onstage, skipping lightly across humming 'The Wheels on the Bus'. 
I let her go on for a little bit, feigning my growing frustration until I dropped my pad, 
shouting, "Can you give that a rest?"

"Oh, uh, sorry big sis," she said, stopping suddenly. She took off her cat backpack and 
showed it to the crowd.

"It's fine, just go skip somewhere else, I'm trying to get my homework done," I returned 
to the pad, watching her in the corner of my eyes inch towards me. I waited before 
turning my head around, "What?"

"Uh, big sis, can, can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Yeah sure, what is it?" I said impatiently, rolling my eyes.

"Well, uhm, I went out on a date yesterday, to the school dance, with Billy, but after the 
dance when we were waiting for our moms to pick us up, we, well, uh," Anne said, her 
hesitation was adorable.

"You what?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well, we started to kiss and stuff," her bashfulness was lovely; she was getting into her 
performance.

"And stuff? What stuff?" I asked, my suspicious tone growing accusatory. I was happy 
with my delivery.

"Well, I let him feel my boobies, then he starting rubbing against my kitty. He wanted to 
have sex, but, but I don't know how, so he got real angry and said he didn't want to go 
out with me anymore," she pouted.

"Your better off without a creep like that anyways, but you shouldn't have just given it 
away like that. Make him earn it," I said disapprovingly. "Besides, even if you did it he'd 
just dump you anyways, then brag to everyone at school about how you were a four F 
girl."

"Four eff?" she looked up at me innocently.

"Find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em," I said shaking me head.

"But, uh, that's, that's not my question," Anne said, her hands behind her back as she 
pivoted gently on one foot, her skirt swaying back and forth. 

"What is it then?" I tried my best for a confused look, but I think it came across more like 
a 'who farted?' look.

"Uh, well, can you, show me?" she asked, averting her eyes.

"Show you what?" My tone intended to convey blissful ignorance. 

"Show me how to, to, to have sex," Anne's head lifted as her eyes met mine.

"You want me to show you how to have sex?" I asked, trying to make it sound crazy.

"Oh please big sis, I figured since you're a futanari, you can help, you got a big tool just 
like a boy, bigger than Billy's was, and," Anne was really putting on a show, really 
dousing her voice with a sweet, naïve inflection.

"How do you know about Billy's tool?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, never mind about that…" Anne said, bowing her head. 

"I don't know squirt, we're not supposed to, we're family," I said, resting my head on my 
hand as I rubbed it. "Of course, I guess if I don't then your just gonna wind up with some 
little punk kid who wouldn't know what to do with a sweet pretty little girl like you." The 
crowd loved that line, and roared with their anticipation. "But then you'd want to go out 
all around like last night, having your way with all the boys once you knew how."

"Oh no I don't wanna have that happen, I just wanna make sure that when I do, when I 
want to be with one of the boys, I'll know what to a'spect," she said.

"You shouldn't be with the boys anyways, girls are much nicer," I said, grinning. 
"Alright, I'll help you, the family that lays together stays together!"

"Yay!" she said, knocking the desk and the pad down on the stage with a thud, making 
me jump. She was only supposed to push it away to the side, but it didn't stop her a bit. 
She practically dived into my skirt, I thought ahead of time not to bother having worn 
panties, and after sporting a hard on for most of the night, I was glad I didn't bother. It 
took her a second to get me out of the black pantyhose that had been chafing me; she took 
extra effort not to start a run. I lifted the skirt up, allowing the audience to see, from the 
camera on the side, the view of Anne stroking my cock. 

"There you go you little minx, now rub it up and down, wrap those ten year old fingers 
around that fat cock," I said, trying to hold back from exploding early.

"Muh, my fingers aren't big enough to wrap around it," she pouted, constantly trying in 
vain.

"Just use both hands, there you go," I said encouraging as her fingers intertwined to 
stroke me.

"Like this?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah sis, just like that, oh god that feels good," I said, that was all true. "Now just take 
your mouth and put the tip of it in."

"In my mouth? Eww," she complained.
 
"No squirt believe me it's just the be-oh!" I said, feeling her tight warm mouth envelop 
the head of my girl cock. "Oh god baby girl that's so good, just keep doing that, just 
lower your head up and down." This wasn't the first time she had sucked me off before, 
but being onstage, with a large crowd watching me was different. It felt so wrong to be 
talking like this, but the faux incest speech was really running my motor. And staring 
down at her head, her hair wrapped in pigtails with pink ribbons as she bobbed up and 
down on me was driving me crazy. I opened up my blouse quickly and undoing the front 
strap of my bra, freeing my breasts, which had been so far neglected. I tweaked and 
played with my nipples, mashing my breasts together purely for show; I was being 
rougher than I usually liked but I didn't mind it since I was in control.

"Don't forget about my kitty," I said, feeling one of her hands unclench from me, 
reaching around into my pantyhose and stroke the outside of my lips. I could see from the 
corner of my eye the cameraman scrambling to get a good view on us. I felt her start with 
two fingers, buried to the knuckle on her initial entry. Not that it was a problem, I was 
already dripping wet from the other performances and after this I was positively soaked 
now.

"Oh god, stop honey lil' sis," I said. I could feel her tiny mouth pulling out, the wet 
soaking sensation of her lips run taut against me was nearly too much.

"Oh no did I do something wrong?" she asked, wiping her mouth of the sticky mix of her 
saliva and my precum, a sight in and of itself a wet dream. 

"No but I thought I was gonna blow my wad right there in your mouth," I said, breathing 
heavy. I could feel a bead of sweat running down my forehead over the makeup I was 
wearing. I grabbed the free leg of the overturned desk and yanked it erect, managing to 
do it swiftly enough to look like it was planned. "Get up," I said, pulling it towards me.

"B, but for what?" Anne asked, her hot breath between my legs was almost too much.

"It's your turn," I said, licking my lips. Anne grabbed her hands onto the desk, almost 
falling backwards, I grabbed her, trying to grab by the waist but missing I would up 
catching her ass, lifting it up. It seemed like she weighed more than she should, or maybe 
I was just weaker, being over a decade younger. 

"Just lean over, that's it, on your knees, and hold on tight," I said, grinning. Her blue skirt 
flew up quickly, displaying a set of panties with the same cartoon cat her backpack had 
on it. "Your kitty has a kitty on it," I grinned, rubbing the already wet spot on it, noticing 
an odd smell...almost like candy.

"Oh god sis, that's so much better than last night," she cooed.

"Oh that little boy probably didn't know your snatch from your bum," I said, pulling her 
panties down to her knees, listening to her moan. "Just us girls, we're the only ones who 
really know what we're doing down there, boys need a lot of training, especially the 
young ones like Billy." 

I didn't waste any more time, I quickly buried my face in her snatch, observing with 
some amusement as the cameraman struggled again for a good angle. I licked her outer 
lips and she had flavored herself! She had a peppermint-flavored pussy! She must have 
done that just for me, there's no way the audience could have figured it out, as it wasn't 
in our act.

I grinned and let my tongue do the work, teasing the outer lips of her labia, collecting all 
of the pearls of juice she had already been flowing. I spread her open with my left hand, 
rubbing the smooth hairless inner thighs with the other, my tongue penetrating her 
slightly. I could feel her body jolt forth with my tongue-lashing, even my tongue in her 
soaking sex was tight; I couldn't wait to have my way with her. God it felt like I've been 
teased all night, at least for a moment I could let my hard on wait while I give her a once 
over. It didn't help much, but at least the burning churning feeling had started to subside.

Lifting my other hand up from her thighs, I brought them atop her skirt, pulling it up 
further. My tongue dipped down lower, finding her clit and passionately working it, 
rubbing across it in every direction, then encircling it over and over. My fingers walked 
their way across her cute tiny bum, sliding down the crack before rubbing her slick 
entrance. Once generously lubricated with her succus, my index finger entered 
unannounced but not unwelcome. I worked it in slowly, beginning only with the tip, with 
each action growing bolder as her gripping snatch accommodated my finger up to the 
knuckle.

"Oh god sis, your amazing down there, oh god oh god oh god I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm 
gonna CUM!" Anne screamed, a moment later a face full of gushing juices exploded, 
nearly hitting me in the eye. I could feel her orgasm rip across her, her breathing was 
quickened, her body was lax with fatigue, yet the truest indicator was right on my 
fingertip as I felt her clamp down, squeezing and contracting on it in the throes of her 
orgasm. The liquids spurted onto my face dripped down off my chin and formed a 
shimmering pool on the desk, obstructed slightly by the shadow of our lovemaking.

"That was amazing!" Anne said, turning herself around, showing her still exposed 
backside to the crowd. "I never knew sex could be that incredible!"

"That wasn't sex, that was just oral sex. I've been nicer than those boys are gonna be, 
don't think they're gonna eat you out unless you suck them off, even then they won't 
wanna," I winked at her. "But now it's time for the real show."

"You, you mean," Anne gulped, amazingly it was loud enough to be picked up on the 
boom mic, "You mean your gonna put it in me?"

"I thought you wanted to learn about sex," I said.

"I, I do, but I heard it hurts," she said, sitting on her heels, I could hear more than one of 
the audience members dejectedly boo at her reaction, and her covered up body. 

"Oh, it only hurts a little, just at first, and then it feels great, it can be even better than 
when I ate out your kitty," I struggled to make the words passable, my mind was focused 
on her body.

"Y, yeah?" her hopes seemed raised at the prospect.

"Oh yeah lil' sis," I said, picking her up, albeit awkwardly. She stood on my legs, for a 
moment, but she didn't pause for much more than a grope on my breasts before turning 
her back towards me, just as we had planned. She kicked the desk forward to offer up a 
better view to the audience, and quickly unbuttoned the front of her shirt, freeing her 
breasts for the crowd.

I grabbed the head of my cock, pointing the purple head upward. Anne began to squat her 
legs slightly, I could feel drops of her wet sticky fluid dropping onto my lap as she 
lowered down towards me. My cock was aching to be inside her. I took my free hand, 
rubbing her slit to try to entice her to increase her speed, she was dragging it out 
unnecessarily. 

She took my hint and squatted her legs lower, pressing her body right up to mine. I 
pushed up in the chair, the purple head entering into her pink lips, ensconced in her tight 
wetness. She began to lower herself down, yet after another inch or so I could feel the 
barrier of her maidenhead. 

She dropped the next two inches, shrieking out "My cherry!" in the process.

"I'm sorry squirt, but it always hurts the first time," I said apologetically, even though she 
was the one who had popped her cherry, she was the one who always grew it again, and 
she seemed to get off on it. "But I promise, that's it, it won't hurt again."

"Are, are you sure?" she asked, her head turning to her side, nuzzling against my breast.

"I promise sis, and I promise it will feel even better than before," I said, and on cue her 
body began to work against mine again, her hips gyrating vertically. 

I wrapped my hands around her, grasping her breast with one while I rubbed down her 
clit. I jumped as I heard the bell ring, signaling the timer was going off, having the 
unintentional effect of pushing myself in deeper in her. Anne moaned as she slid her legs 
down, chaffing my legs, but I was content to be filling her. 

My pace quickened and Annie began to thrust her hips opposite me. The two of us were 
bouncing up and down on the chair as fast as we could to beat the clock. Anne constantly 
moaning with each thrust rhythmically was starting a rolling clap in the audience, clearly 
applauding the performance. My fingers were attached onto her breasts, lifting them and 
tweaking her nipples, her small bosoms flying around in unison with our bodies. I was 
furiously fucking Anne, my body pounding in and out of her with authority. The 
sploshing sound of our lovemaking was broadcast in surround sound and never sounded 
so good. The deep heavy air of sex permeated the room, accented by the sweet 
peppermint of Anne flavored sex, gushing her scent punctuated with just a whiff of my 
cinnamon sticky bun flavored cum.

"Oh, oh god sis your right it's better!" Anne said, as she began to cum. I lifted her body 
and down as she went nearly catatonic in my grasp. I lifted her writhing body up, I was 
ready for my own climax and knew it was now or never. She continued to finger herself 
as she crawled onto the ground, taking my cock in her other hand. I could feel the cum 
bubbling up in my balls, just waiting to blow after all the torment it had been forced to 
endure. 

"Here I cum!" I cried, exploding in a mind shattering orgasm. I absolutely plastered 
Anne's face in cum, spurt after spurt hitting randomly. I focused my cock onto her face, I 
didn't want to stain her uniform. Two jets quickly hit her in the eye, effectively blinding 
her. I aimed at her open mouth, filling it with a direct hit of my creamy white swimmers. 
Her hands abandoned her orgasm to protect her outfit from my staining sperm, just in 
time as a huge gob of white poised to defile her uni hit her in the chin. I grasped the base 
of my cock, milking the last drops of the orgasm out, hearing the finishing horn go off a 
moment later.

I tried to catch my breath as I saw the varied faces of the crowd disappear behind the 
curtains drawing shut. I could hear the impresario say "Ladies and gentlemen and 
futanaris, creatures of all shapes and sizes, what do you think? Does 'All in the Family' 
get to advance to the second round?" but I barely registered it, I was still in my post 
orgasmic happy place.

"What the hell?" I heard one of the stagehands say, banging the side of holographic 
projector terminal. I tried to gather my strength enough to pick myself up and get 
offstage.

"What?" another one asked, I turned my head as I felt Anne's body rise up next to me. I 
got up from the chair, my knees still a little wobbly, as I turned to the side to see what 
they were going on about. 

"There's something wrong with this thing, it says…'PC Load Letter', what the fuck does 
that mean?" said the first one timidly.

"Oh shit, don't tell me it's broken?" he asked, more angry than scared. "What were you 
trying to do?"

"I just put in the next sequence for the, the next act thing, it's supposed to work!" the first 
said defensively.

"Oh goddammit, you didn't remove the first scene first, now it's trying to load one atop 
the other, and it's hanging, shit," he said. "Hey, yo, stage director, over here!" 

"What is it?" he said, running up effeminately.

"This thing ain't working, we gotta take a break here to fix this thing, it's gonna need 
time to shut down, warm up, and reload everything," the second stagehand said.

"What, O-M-G, you have got to be kidding me!" he said, shaking his head in obvious 
disapproval.

"This is great!" Anne said.

"Excuse me little girl!" the stage director said annoyed, "This is not great, we can't 
continue the show until we fix this!"

"That's why it's great!" Anne said, turning towards me, "We can take a break while they 
fix it, we won't even miss an act!"

"All right," I said, as Anne grabbed my hand and dragged me off stage. 



To be continued…


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