trashgasm
by trashbabes
Mall Zone: Act 93-B. My HP is low. I need a drink.
The malltrix sways her legs back and forth atop the shiny gray drink
machine. The click of her immaculate pink nails against the hollow
tin echoes through the desolate food court. “Peach, orange, cherry,
strawberry, blue raspberry, lemonade, and watermelon. All you can
drink. What’ll it be, sugar?”
“Blue raspberry.”
“7 mallbux... no. For you? 6 and a quarter.” Blood red lips reveal perfect
shark teeth. “You got the cash?”
“Right here.” I slip my credit card out of my black PVC fanny pack. She
unzips her jean shorts to expose her exchange port. I swipe the card
until it chimes every note in the Mixolydian scale.
“Thanks, cutie,” she says, reasserting her regal sprawl atop the long
metal box. “Blue raspberry’s third from your left.”
I slide open the panel and sweep blue raspberry’s matted azure hair
out of her turquoise face. Her cyan eyes it up to mine. She snis the
fresh air and pants as a stream of periwinkle drool pours out of her
limp indigo mouth.
The malltrix giggles. “Aww, she likes you! That’s good. I don’t let people
drink if she doesn’t like ‘em.”
drip
by neotenomie
I kneel, following the stream of saliva to a sluice at my feet.
“All you can drink, right?”
I can hear the malltrix ling her nails. “Whatever. We mix
the runo back into their enemas every night.”
“This seems problematic.”
“Honey, please. They love it.” The malltrix peers down over
the edge of her metal throne. “You could be like her, you
know. There’s an opening in Act 15. I got some papers you
can ll out. We’ll make you pretty colors and t you nice and
snug in your little box and you’ll never have to think again.”
“I just need a drink. For the HP,” I sigh.
“Alright then. You want a straw?”
“Nah.” Blue raspberry seems far away. I close my eyes and
press my mouth to hers.
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by neotenomie
we’re like... the bad kids, except we aren’t really
kids anymore, so it’s fucking embarrassing. we
vandalized the town library and stole their 3D
printer. we print pirated designer body parts.
status quo ideas about biological sex kinda break
down when you’ve got two cocks, ve pussies,
and three breasts that lactate blood every full
moon. i was never going to get a normal
job anyway.
sydney stumbles into my room. “is there any tequila in here? vodka,
anything?” i shake my head. “we need to do it this week. if this throbbing gets
any worse, i’m cutting it o myself.” zhe slams the door behind zher.
sydney’s got a fucked up shareware wolfcock. it’s like, sometimes a keygen
looks like it works and you put your new fuckhole in or whatever and then 30
days later it’ll start throbbing or rotting or spraying uids everywhere. we have
a laser cutter but it sucks the juice out of the rest of the complex and it smells
awful when you cauterize mutant fuckbits. obviously. and we don’t have any
anaesthetic and no one wants to hear the screaming. so we usually wait until
enough people are out of the place to do it. idk. sydney’s pretty tough.
3d
by neotenomie
“the complex” is an abandoned latex factory on
the low-ozone side of town. i’ve been here longer
than everyone besides faye, who doesn’t leave
her room much anymore. there are signs with
arrows taped everywhere so her clients know
where to go. i wish they’d wipe the faye cum o
their shoes before they leave.
our internet gets throttled every time someone cracks
the latest les from FukTek. like, they just came out with
these anemone-like things that ooze maple syrup when
you’re horney, which is cool, but what kind of people
actually pay for this shit?
i’m lying in bed again. it’s damp and cold and it smells like bleach and burning rubber. we all suck and we’re drowning in each
other. everyone talks shit but no one cares about praxis. maybe 3d printed shareware fucking is a stupid thing to build a community
around. i’ll think about it in the morning. maybe. i take a cock in one hand and a pussy in the other and fuck myself to sleep.
there’s a lot of talk about making the
complex women’s only, mostly by
leah and zoe. i don’t like faye’s clients
wandering around here either, but
she does kick in for food a lot. i think
the real issue is they want to get rid of
sydney. if i say anything they’ll probably
try to get rid of me.
the funny thing about the implants is we almost never have sex with them. it’s more
like a fashion statement, almost.
rst you have to nd someone you want to have sex with, which is complicated when
almost everyone here kind of hates each other. then you have to gure out what kind
of sex you’re both in the mood for, and whether you have anything that’ll do the job.
you can usually make it work but it’s a lot of eort. i have a small cock and a large
cock, but sometimes neither is the right size for any orice.
there’s plenty of jilling o, though. that’s a lot more interesting these days. and it’s
hard to forget about when so much of your body is meant for fucking.
i don’t want to sound corny, but it would be nice to just cuddle sometimes.
