Fantasy Sex Culture in the 23rd Century

"Thank yew," said Fredrik, so grateful to the have the opportunity to have some input into what he ate. He was giving up all his freedoms, one by one, but his conditioning made him happy just to retain whatever nominal scraps of independence he could get.

"You're quite welcome," said Maoina. "Is there anything else?"

Fredrik hesitated.

"I don't need a GT inside me to realize that you have something else on your mind, Fredrik," said Maoina.

It was at that instant that he realized that Maoina did have a GT inside her, and that she could on some level sense what Fredrik was feeling. He blushed, reddening, but refused to be distracted.

"Yes," he said. "Are yew doing something to us in our sleep?"

"Doing something?"

"Telling us things, in our sleep?"

Suddenly, Laura looked attentive. That would explain all the strange dreams she had been having. The dreams about being intimate with women.

Maoina looked confused, and then she smiled. "Oh, you're referring to SleepTalk."

"SleepTalk? What's that?" Fredrik asked.

"A simple instructional protocol where we teach you basic things about our society while you sleep."

"You teach us things while we sleep?" said Laura. "What kind of things?"

"Nothing sinister, I assure you, Laura," said Maoina. "Just simple things to help you get around in society. For example, if you're lost in the city, what do you do?"

"Call for the map," said Laura. Suddenly, a holographic map appeared.

"How did you know to do that?" Maoina asked.

Laura looked hesitant.

"Did someone tell you how to do that?" said Maoina.

"I'm... I'm not sure."

"You learned that, and many other ways of dealing with our society, through SleepTalk," said Maoina. "It's allowed you to enjoy a seamless integration into our society."

"Just the same, I'd lyke it turned off. For the both of us," said Fredrik.

"It's not advisable," said Maoina.

"Maybe not, but it's what we want," said Fredrik.

"Ms. Ngo?"

Laura, thinking of her disturbing dreams of fondling women's breasts, nodded.

"Of course, the choice is always yours," said Maoina. They relaxed again. She added, "I'll have it turned off by tonight. Is that soon enough?"

"Yes, thank yew," said Fredrik.

"Thank yew for everything," said Laura sincerely, not having noticed the import of Maoina's fondling of Fredrik's shoulders in front of her, or the tremendous loss of rights they had just freely signed away.

"Of course," said Maoina. "My assistant Madison will see you out."

After they had left, Maoina smiled at Janet Taco Bell, who had stood silently the whole time in the background. "Very good. Did you notice?"

"You dissuaded him from having his period deactivated," said Janet. "Very impressive. I didn't think his indoctrination had proceeded that far."

"It hasn't. He hasn't come to appreciate male periods yet the way we all do. But he will. By this time next month Madeline will have her hooks so deeply into him that his male period will be the least of his concerns," said Maoina. "And also, I think we're going to have some additional help in that department, if I read Laura's latest SleepTalk psychograph correctly."

As Laura and Fredrik made their way out of the building, Laura turned to him and kissed him.

"What was that for?"

"I'm so proud of yew," said Laura.

"For what?"

"For not automatically cancelling your period," she said.

"Yew want me to have a period?" Fredrik asked.

"Well... if we were at home in New Cal, of course not... but here, it's about equality, don't yew see? It shows that you're trying to level the playing field, to be more equal with women."

"Yew want me to bleed from my arse every month?" Fredrik said incredulously.

"Not like that," said Laura, putting a finger to his lips. "It just makes me feel more of a kinship towards you. We have something more in common." And then she kissed him again, and whispered in his ear, "And now we know what each of us are feeling. What am I feeling now?"

Fredrik knew. He felt a hunger, a lust, radiating from the global tampon buried in his ass. It must somehow hook into his nervous system to project emotions. He felt her lust, and responded with a kiss of his own, and for a moment forgot all about bleeding from the ass and the very strange and very well travelled object inside of him.

After the trip to the Wellness Center and the visit to Maoina, Fredrik got to work late, by mid-afternoon. He found a message from Madeline waiting for him. She wanted to see him.

When Fredrik took the lift to the top floor and entered her office, he felt a bit of trepidation. When he had gone to the Wellness Center, he hadn't called in to tell people he was going to miss work. Madeline Toxophilia was wearing a feminine business suit, with pinstripes and a long black skirt. She looked up at him as he entered.

"Fredrik," she said neutrally.

"I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I should have notified-"

She got up and walked around her desk, her high heels click-clicking, giving Fredrik an unblocked view of her gorgeous knees and lower legs. There was just a hint of a Chikdik poking out from beneath her dark skirt.

"I heard you were sick," she said.

"I'm fine, I'm going to be ok," said Fredrik, wondering how much she knew. Knowing this place, probably everything.

"Good," she said, searching him thoroughly with her eyes. "But I sense something... different about you."

She was going to ask about his period! This is one discussion Fredrik didn't want to have, not even with Madeline.

She turned away, walked a few steps, then turned around again, her slender Chikdik pointing directly at him. "I sense you're feeling... a little anxious."

Of course. The Global Tampon inside of him. She was probably wearing one too. She could sense some of his feelings. But it wasn't just anxiety he was feeling. It was something... something else. Something that not only could be felt, but seen. Fredrik carefully kept his hands in his lap.

Madeline walked up to him, still staring him in the eyes. "Can you sense what I'm feeling?"

Fredrik concentrated for a moment. Then he blushed.

"Good, then you can," said Madeline, giving one of her rare wide smiles. She had perfect white teeth. "Feelings can be powerful things, Fredrik. But we shouldn't be afraid of them, should we?"

She's so sexy! "No," said Fredrik, in a steady voice.

"Good." Madeline put a hand on his shoulder, which smoldered. "Go see Diana. She has an assignment for you."

Fredrik waited until she was turned away before he strategically got up.

As he turned to leave, Madeline said, "Oh, and Fredrik?"

He turned back, and suddenly realized what she had just made him do.

"Be seeing you," she smiled.

Mary Elizabeth Coca Cola was teaching Laura how to paint abstract art.

Laura had shown up for work late and was all flustered because of Fredrik. But Mary Elizabeth calmed her down with a knowing smile. "You said you wanted to learn how to make abstract art. Are you still interested?"

That smile! All Laura could do was nod.

Mary Elizabeth was to the side of Laura now, holding her right hand which held the wand over the holographic canvas. Mary Elizabeth turned her head so she could make eye contact with Laura.

"Painting abstract art is about feeling, first and foremost," said Mary Elizabeth, fondling Laura's hand.

"Feeling what?" Laura asked. She cautiously started to draw a line.

"Whatever you like," said Mary Elizabeth. "But it's not so much about feeling, but painting with feeling. This thing in your hand, it's a tool, a tool to express your feeling, just as much as your Global Tampon."

Laura's hand jumped, and she made a big jagged line in the canvas. She hastily erased it.

"Are you still getting used to your Global Tampon?" Mary Elizabeth asked casually, as if they were talking about the weather.

"Yes," said Laura. "The feelings it can give can be very...."

"Powerful," said those plush red lips.

"Yes." Laura blushed. "You're beginning to understand what it means to be part of the Global Flesh. Do you feel it?"

Laura didn't answer, but started to paint again with her wand.

"Do you feel it?" Mary Elizabeth repeated. Then, even softer, "Do you feel it?" a third time, as she whispered hot hair into Laura's ear and gently stroked her hair.

That wasn't the only heat Laura felt. Her Global Tampon was radiating affection and attraction. Laura felt it in waves. It was as if her Global Tampon could tap into her nervous system inside her vagina, and make her feel it all over her body. Is that what Mary Elizabeth was feeling for her? Laura reddened further at the thought of it.

And what was Mary Elizabeth feeling from her? Laura imagined the device buried deep between Mary Elizabeth's legs, just below her Chikdik, sharing Laura's feelings with her. What was it transmitting? Suddenly Laura felt extremely anxious. She looked at Mary Elizabeth's sexy green eyes, her thick brown hair, her full lips, and wondered what it would be like to-

"There, you're getting the hang of it."

Laura looked up, and realized she her unsteady hand had painted a series of jagged lines on her virtual canvas, of different shapes and colors.

"Do you know what these lines show?" Mary Elizabeth asked, in a whisper.

Laura shook her head.

"Vibrancy," Mary Elizabeth, said, in another soft whisper in her ear. Laura felt the heat of her breath again, and she felt her armpits getting wet.

Mary Elizabeth looked into Laura's eyes, and appeared to make a decision. She reached out and put her right hand over Laura's painting hand. At the same time Mary Elizabeth's right arm resting lightly on top of hers. Laura felt an intense tingling wherever they touched.

A voice whispered in her ear. "Now paint with passion."

Laura started to paint.

"No, not like that," said the voice in her ear. Suddenly, Mary Elizabeth moved around her slightly and Laura felt something pressing against her back. She realized it was Mary Elizabeth's hard, firm breasts; and lower down, she felt Mary Elizabeth's Chikdik pressing insistently against her, in her ass crack. Laura immediately felt aroused, and realized that her Global Tampon would immediately betray her. And then Mary Elizabeth's left arm wrapped around her waist, and pressed against her all the more tightly.

"Release your passion," said the voice, in her ear, The voice was so close that she could once again feel the heat of her breath, and could feel the pounding of Mary Elizabeth's heart against her back. For a moment there were not two of them, but only one; and Laura moved her paint wand unknowingly, this way and that, reacting to stimuli she didn't fully comprehend.

"Open your eyes."

Laura hadn't realized they had been closed.

As she focused her eyes, she saw a series of bright circles, some overlapping others, all of different sizes and colors.

"I did that?" said Laura.

"Yes, you did," said the voice.

Mary Elizabeth gently rotated Laura so they were facing each other. She grasped Laura by her hips, as Fredrik did in certain amorous situations. The sensation was only heightened by the feeling of Mary Elizabeth's Chikdik pressing against her pubis, just like Fredrik when they... when they......

"Congratulations, Laura," said Mary Elizabeth softly.

Laura felt waves of lust being emanated from her Global Tampon. She suddenly felt an intense need to kiss Mary Elizabeth. Mary Elizabeth just stood there, watching her, waiting for it to happen....

And then the moment passed. A tension in the air, indeed, inside of Laura's vagina, started to drain, as if she had just had an orgasm. Her Global Tampon, which had been positively throbbing, started to... deflate..

Mary Elizabeth released Laura and started to self-consciously touch her own hair as if they had just shared something intimate together. "I think you could be a truly great painter, if you freed yourself to tap the enormous passion within you," she said, as she smoothed her own long, straight brown hair. She smiled knowingly. "You just need to know how to get the release you need."

Wordlessly, Laura could only nod.

Manu and Rowenka had gone to talk to Maoina. They had secured an appointment through Janet Taco Bell.

Manu had started to get his period a day after Fredrik. But Fredrik had warned him about it, so he didn't go screaming to a Wellness Center. Still, he was about as happy with having a male period as Fredrik was.

"Really, it's not that big of a deal," said Rowenka, exactly as her SleepTalk had instructed her to say. "I have it oll the tyme."

"But I've nevar had it before," said Manu. The Manpon or Global Tampon or whatever it was called didn't thrill him either. He didn't like the idea of having something in his arse that hundreds of other men had had before him.

Rowenka grabbed him by the arms. "Unlike my periods, yours don't prevent us from having sex."

Manu hesitated. "So yew wouldn't mind having sex with me while I'm...."

"Do yew mind doing things with my upper half while my lower half is indispoased?" said Rowenka. She laughed. "Yew actually seem to prefer it, sometimes." She gave him a sexy look, to make her point.

That made him feel better, a little, anyway.

They went to see Maoina Bin Laden about the housing situation. Her assistant Madison Alibaba was there as well.

"We're married, Maoina," Rowenka reminded her.

"Yes, how quaint," said Maoina.

"Doesn't your society recognize marriage?" Rowenka asked.

"We have partners," said Maoina. "It's not entire dissimilar to what you call marriage, but we have dispensed with some of the pre-civilized-trappings that came with it."

"Do yew have a partner?" Rowenka asked.

"Yes, I do," said Maoina. She smiled. "His name is Stanley Chicken Noodle."

"Do yew love him?" Rowenka asked.

"Of course," said Maoina.

"And I love Manu and he loves me. So yew can understand why we want to live togethar," she said, holding Manu's hand.

"Of course" said Maoina. "And I wish I could help you. But there is a long waiting list for larger dormitory rooms. The waiting time for two people apartments is months, in some cases even years."

"Years?" said Manu.

"Of course, if you can afford a larger apartment, you don't have to wait at all. Everything can be had, for the right price."

"Well, between us we make what, 400,000 dollars a year," said Rowenka. "That should be more than enough."

Maoina sighed, and shook her head.

"What?" said Rowenka.

"You're forgetting about taxes."

"Oll right, how high can they be?"

"Rowenka, to run a Community so socially advanced, with cradle to shredder services for every aspect of each citizen's life, the costs are enormous. That's why we need a great deal of money to fund vital social safety net services."

"Well, how high are the taxes?"

"Madison?" said Maoina.

"Which one?" Madison asked.

"Which one what?" said Rowenka, confused.

"There is the basic income tax, of course. That's 14%," said Madison.

"That's not so bad," said Manu.

"Then there is the Community Tax. That's another 12%," said Madison. "Then there is the Social Welfare Tax, 14%. After that is the full coverage Wellness Tax, which is another 15% of income. Then there is the Racism and Sexism Tax, another 15%."

"Racism and Sexism Tax?"

"Fighting racism and sexism requires a lot of resources," said Maoina. "Do you think Racial Animosity Trainers grow on trees?"

"No, of course not," said Rowenka hastily.

"Go on, Madison," said Maoina.

"Where was I? So yes, there's the Environment Tax, that's 7%. Then there is the Energy Tax, the Water Tax, the Bathroom Tax-"

"Bathroom tax?"

"By the pound," Maoina explained.

"And of course there's the Food Tax, the Happiness Tax-"

"The Happiness Tax?"

"How else can we provide happiness if we don't have funds allocated for it?"

"The Weed Tax, the Tax on Tax-"

"Why do you have a tax on taxes?" said Manu.

"Tax collection is not effortless, Manu. There are administrative costs to be considered," said Maoina.

"All that adds up to about a 91.5% effective tax rate."

"Don't forget the new tax on sunlight and cloudy days, to fight Temperature Change," said Maoina.

"Oh yes, I had forgotten that. The new effective tax rate is about 93%," said Madison.

"93%?" Rowenka gasped.

"It's all for your own good," said Madison.

"But... that leaves almost nothing for us," said Manu.

"Yes, but it gives nearly everything you earn to the Community," said Maoina. "And frankly, which is more important?"

"The Community," said Rowenka mechnically, saying it automatically without thinking.

"That's right," said Maoina, smiling. "None of us could survive without the Community. High taxes are the price we pay to live in this paradise, where everything we could possibly ask for is provided for us."

"So how does anyone afford a bigger apartment?"

"Well, most salaries are nearly the same, to promote equality. A few people do earn substantially higher salaries. But most of those are at the senior-most level of Community administration," said Maoina.

"Oh," said Rowenka.

"Of course, a second way to pay for a bigger apartment is with virtue points."

"Yes, what are virtue points?"

"They're points you earn for doing something good for the Community. Manu, you can earn virtue points every time you honor a pink day."

"I have to wear a dress?" said Manu.

"To reduce the historic cultural gender gap. It's a small sacrifice you make for the Community. You can get a long list from Ted of selfless acts you can perform to earn virtue points. They're as good as Malcolm X dollars in buying anything you want. Of course, the most selfless thing you can do with virtue points is to donate them to the Community."

"And why would you do that?" Rowenka asked.

"A Community with a lot of donated virtue points becomes more and more socially advanced, taking us closer and closer to Oneness and societal perfection," said Maoina.

"Oh," said Rowenka.

"Of course, to get a larger apartment you would need something like 5,000 virtue points, which would take a considerable length of time to accumulate."

"Oh," said Rowenka again.

"Still, there is one other way of getting a larger apartment," said Maoina. "While two person apartments are quite hard to get, three or four person apartments are actually much more available."

"What are you saying?" Rowenka asked. "That we get someone to be our... roommate?"

"No," said Maoina. "You misunderstand me. Three and four person apartments are for three and four person family units."

"Well, we don't have any children, not yet," said Rowenka.

Maoina looked at her meaningfully.

"You don't mean..."

"We have a number of three and four person couples. They're actually called triples and quadruples."

Rowenka turned red. "Manu and I... we don't.... we couldn't...."

Maoina raised her hands. "I'm just letting you know all the options."

"We appreciate it," said Rowenka, getting up to go.

"Anytime," said Maoina, smiling.
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