"Ah, got it, so should I..." Ana was cut off by Essi GES-786 raising an index finger while she stared at a glowing ball in her right hand.
"Give me a second, I'm trading preferred rubber tree stock to acquire a monopoly in the lunar dairy futures market and...done."
"What does that mean?" Ana whispered to Uma.
"No clue," she whispered back. "I'm only programmed with
Purple Infinity
related information."
"It means all the milk produced next year by lunar dairy farmers belongs to me now," the new Essi said. "Come this way, the humans in GES-786 don't tolerate tardy curtain calls."
"Uh, great, congrats on the moon milk," Ana said, too stunned to do anything but follow Essi GES-786 up the ramp to the back stage area.
Behind the game show backdrop and curtain walling off the audience, Ana got a view of the most beautiful white sand beach, shimmering blue water, and crystal clear sky. Essi GES-786 beckoned over a tall, bright orange human in a panama hat and Bermuda shorts.
"This is the director of the stage production," Essi GES-786 said. "Talk to him. I'll be in the director's booth for the inter-dimensional telecast." She floated away, her attention never leaving the glowing orb in her hand that Ana assumed was the GES-786 version of a cell phone.
"Hi, I'm High-Pitched Screeching Noise," the orange man in the tacky beachwear said, offering his elbow.
Ana blinked at him.
"Right, yeah, sorry," High-Pitched said, retracting his elbow. "Don't touch the talent if they don't want to be touched. The laws are very clear on that. Anyway, your consent forms have all been handled by Essi GES-786 and we're ready to start whenever you are."
"That seems problematic..." Ana began.
"Oh, it's pretty standard Faenai behavior," High-Pitched said. "You've been stamped and claimed by a purple, so you're pretty much what she says you are."
"I don't know what any of that means," Ana grumbled.
"It means she knows what you're going to do before you do it." High-Pitched waved his hand and guided Ana, without touching, across the stage to a large bubble floating above a pool of green liquid. "Have a seat."
Ana reluctantly slid onto the bubble and floated quite comfortably in the air above the pool of green stuff that somehow lit her perfectly. To her left was a wall with a crotch height hole in it. Uma was correct in her description of the glory hole. The wall appeared to be made of a translucent blue glass and the hole was a natural part of the structure, like a bubble that had been popped when the glass was formed and flattened.
"It's pretty standard dating show improvisation," High-Pitched said. "Three contestants over there. You can't see them, obviously. You get to ask them a question or they get to offer you something via the hole. Everything is by consent only, so don't take anything you don't want and don't offer anything you don't want them to have. Sound good?"
"Yeah, sounds really good actually," Ana said.
"Great, then we're on in 3...2..." High-Pitched walked backward toward the edge of the stage, ushering Uma behind him as he did. The shimmering white curtain of fog parted before he finished counting backward to one.
Ana was left staring at a few hundred beachgoers in all sorts of vibrant colors, watching her with mild interest. A tall, bright yellow Faenai man wearing only a blue necktie floated down from the top of a palm tree and the audience erupted in raucous cheering and applause.
"I'm Daggum GES-786 and you're watching..." the Faenai man said, his voice amplified by an unseen speaker system.
"Wall! Of! Date!" the audience chanted in unison.
"That's right," Daggum said. "We're lucky today to have inter-dimensional television starlet Ana Douglass with us today, and she will be picking her match and holing her sna..." a bubbly chime censored Daggum's next word in the rhyme and he playfully covered his mouth to the delight of the audience. "Are you ready to meet her suitors? Let's bring them out!"
The audience clapped and Ana could vaguely make out three blurry dark figures through glass as they took up positions on what were probably bubbles similar to the one she sat on, but on the other side of the stage.
"Contestant 1, why don't you introduce yourself," Daggum said.
"I'm Scarpina," a strangely echoing woman's voice said from the other side of the wall, also amplified by the speakers, "and everything I do, I do in the naughtiest parts of your mind." The quality of her voice shifted into a watery dimension and Ana's brain followed it, giving her the distinct feeling of being drunk and euphoric. When Scarpina stopped speaking the enthrallment ended as abruptly as it had begun.
"Oh my, some psychic singing from our first contestant," Daggum said. "What about you Contestant 2?"
"My name is Bastet and I take whatever I want, and whatever I want is mine," her voice was husky, velvety, and had something of a vibrato quality Ana couldn't quite place.
"I just bet you do, Contestant 2," Daggum said. "And last, but certainly not least, Contestant 3."
"I'm not giving my name because I don't want to," a vaguely familiar voice said.
"We'll just call you Contestant 3," Daggum said without missing a beat. "Ana, why don't you start us off with a question?"
"Scarpina, would you say if you're a take-charge kind of lady or do you take-whatever your date is giving?" Ana asked. The audience responded with a chorus of "ooohs" and even a few wolf whistles.
"I like taking charge of any situation, but I'm more than capable of taking whatever my date can give," Scarpina said. The audience cheered and threw starfish shaped light icons toward the stage that changed the color of the pool of liquid beneath Ana to a pleasant orange.
"It looks like we've reached an audience surge already," Daggum said. "Scarpina, do you have something you want to offer to Ana through the wall or do you want something of Ana's offered to you?"
Ana tried to smile while she listened to the soft chiming of what she assumed was the timer for Scarpina's answer. Her heart fluttered and butterflies danced in her stomach—stage fright wasn't remotely normal for her, but she found herself nervous about what she might be asked or offered, not because she wouldn't want whatever it was, but because she might want it too much in front of so many people.
"I think I'd like to offer her a thorough tonguing of whatever she wants tongued," Scarpina said and the studio audience lost their collective minds.
"We're playing
Wall of Date
now, people!" Daggum said. "Ana, do you accept and consent to the offer?"
"Yes! I wouldn't dream of turning down that alluring offer," Ana said with a smile and a wink that drove the audience wild. She walked to the glass wall, still working out in her mind what she wanted licked. A twisted fun little thought occurred to her, and rather than sliding her very hard, very ready cock through the hole, which was probably what was expected, she pulled aside the thong back of her bikini, bent forward ever so slightly, and pressed her ass to the wall, covering the hole.
She didn't know what to expect, although the audience sure seemed to as many ooohed and aaahed at whatever Scarpina was doing well out of Ana's sight. In the next instant, a warm, wet, slippery sensation pressed between her cheeks, slid up and down it without the slightest effort, until it found the swirl of her ass and then slid right in like it was expected and invited, which it was.
Ana had had her ass licked, tongued, fucked, toyed, and fingered countless times in her life, but nothing matched the sensation of the pulsating, swirling, enlarging and then contracting, warm and then cold, sensation of what Scarpina was doing to her. She pressed herself back against the eagerly exploring tongue and placed her hands on the wall to either side of her to hold herself up while she gasped and panted for breath, completely lost to the fact that she had an audience of several hundred people watching her edge closer and closer to climax, and then draw away when Scarpina's tongue shrunk down again. Before she could cum, something Ana was desperate for after an interminable amount of time spent with Scarpina's tongue thoroughly mapping her ass, the tongue pulled away and Ana was left a hot mess, leaning against the wall with an ample flow of clear pre-cum drizzling from her dick that had fully pushed out of her bikini.
"Whoa, that was unexpected in the best way possible, eh folks?" Daggum asked. The audience mostly nodded and smiled, somewhat stunned by the display. "Now, would you like to ask a question of...?"
"Offer," Ana murmured, her higher functions only slowly coming online. "I want to offer."
"Well, Bastet, you've got an offer instead of a question," Daggum said. "Ana, what are you offering?"
"My cock," Ana said. "And anything she gets out of it is hers to keep." This brought a stream of laughter and applause from the audience along with another flurry of blue starfish made of light being thrown on the opposite side of the stage, most likely toward Bastet, if Ana had to guess.
"Of course I'll accept," Bastet purred. "It sounds like just my flavor."
The audience lost their minds at this. Ana had lost hers awhile back. She scrambled up the wall and rested her forehead on it, fumbling to get her throbbing cock through the hole, a tighter fit than she'd expected, but made easier from the spit left around the rim from Scarpina's tongue and mouth. Still breathing heavily and trembling with an overpowering lust, Ana waited with her palms flat against the blue glass, watching the dark shadow of a figure slink up on the other side.
The first thing she felt were almost silken mittens softly sliding along her cock, followed by a rough tongue against the underside of her head. A deep, throaty purring emanated from the other side of the glass and even began vibrating the thick blue pane separating them. The rough tongue caressed the underside of her dick while the rest slid along a mouth that was almost too hot. All the while the two furry mittens with downy soft fur stroked her shaft.
Ana was dying of lust and desire. She didn't care that people watched her, that each moan and gasp of pleasure she made echoed through the speaker system, in fact, it excited her. She didn't doubt for a moment that every person watching her had a rock hard cock or a sopping wet pussy from the show she was putting on with her lovely dates that she hadn't even met yet.
The ridge on the head of Ana's cock rolled back and forth against the ribbing along the roof of Bastet's mouth, drawing her farther and farther in with each stroke until she knew she had to be sliding down her date's throat. She opened her bleary eyes to look down when she felt the hot, wet, rough tongue slide through the hole and scoop her balls into a warm embrace. She didn't know how it was possible that the huge, powerful, flat tongue belonged to a woman when it could only have come from a lioness, and she didn't care. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, she screamed in primal delight, and poured the entirety of her white cum down Bastet's throat. The purring intensified and the stroking changed to an eager suckling, swallowing motion that pulled every last drip and drop from Ana's dick.
Bastet's tongue retreated through the hole and the fiery cavern of her mouth slid off Ana's drained cock, leaving her feeling almost cold. Ana fell to a knee, not to see through the hole, although she caught a glimpse of a feline snout, golden fur, and big whiskers when she passed by to practically sit on the stage, sweaty, spent, and satisfied...for the moment.
"I was right, she was purrfect," Bastet apparently bounded away on the other side of the wall, leaving Ana to wonder if she'd just been blown by a huge cat.
"Well that was hot enough to make a Biscaydes summer feel like a Pluto morning." Daggum fanned himself using a triangle of light from his glowing ball and waggled his eyebrows. "You seem a little spent, Ana, would you prefer to ask a question of our mysterious Contestant 3?"
"My mind isn't working well enough for that," Ana said. The audience tittered. "What if she just tells me what she wants?"
"Well Contestant 3, Ana has chosen to defer to you," Daggum said. "What would you like?"
"I'm going to offer her something," the increasingly recognizable voice said. "To answer a question a friend has."
Ana thought she had placed the voice when she looked up from sitting on the stage and leaning against the wall to see a long, rigid, shiny purple phallus slide through. The shadow of two delicate hands pressed to the glass on the other side, followed by three perky breasts.
"Do you want to help Contestant 3 answer her friend's question?" Daggum asked in a low, game show host voice, perfectly tuned for drama.
"After seeing what she's offering, I really do," Ana said, rising to her knees to gently run her fingertips along the length of the enormous purple phallus. She knew what it was. It didn't belong to her Essi and she hadn't seen it anywhere but in the fantasy implanted in her mind, but she still knew it was the enormous clit of a Faenai and she desperately wanted to suck it.
