A cool draft blew back Leslie's black, shoulder length hair as she walked down the dark tunnel. She pointed her flashlight ahead, anxiety furrowing her brow. She had been wandering through a labyrinth maze of tunnels and abandoned subway stations for the past couple of days, lost and disoriented, and was hoping she could find her way back to the surface. The draft was an optimistic sign that she was getting close, that perhaps it was coming from an opening from above.
She was a tall Asian woman with a thick, muscular build, walking naked and barefoot through darkness. She had large, swinging breasts with big black nipples, and her skin complexion was a light brown. A backpack was snugly strapped to her wide back.
Trash and debris littered the train track, and occasionally she'd stumble across a human skull or bones. Minutes later, she frowned as the draft ceased and the air was warm once more. She ran into another three way fork on the trail and ascended a metal ladder to the level above.
She approached a series of subway trains parked at a platform, seeing that the lights were on inside and that there were people aboard. As she got closer to the station she saw that it was packed with humans and alien creatures, all naked like her. Some were sitting at tables eating and chatting, some selling artwork and jewelry at stands, and others prepared food. No one seemed to notice her.
She sniffed the air, detecting the mouth-watering aroma of barbequed meat. Her stomach growled as she approached a young, skinny woman at a booth. She had long blonde hair and small, pale breasts.
She smiled at Leslie. "Hello, stranger. How can I help you?"
"Where am I? What's the name of this place?" Leslie asked curiously.
"You're in our communal home, which doesn't really have a name," she said with a chuckle. "We're a small community comprised of families, friends, and newcomers like yourself who choose to live underground. And we simply love it here."
"How long have you been living below the earth?"
The woman thought for a moment. "Ohh, for about ten years."
"Have you been back to the surface since?"
"Occasionally. But I much prefer it down here. We don't have to deal with the horrible pollution and overpopulation above, as well as the rampant crime and violence." She smiled. "I'm safe and happy here with my family."
Leslie felt a burning excitement inside her suddenly, returning the grin. "I'm trying to get back to the top. Can you give me directions?"
"Sure. Would you like some food before you go?"
"Absolutely," she replied, feeling her stomach growl again.
"My name's Anne, by the way," the woman said, handing her a plate with a hot dog and two chicken wings on it.
"I'm Leslie. Thanks," she said, shaking her hand.
A young blonde man approached Anne from behind, and Leslie noticed their resemblance immediately. He also had a pale complexion and a thin frame.
"This is my brother, Casey," Anne said. "This is Leslie."
Casey smiled pleasantly. "Nice meeting you," he said, shaking her hand firmly.
"Likewise."
"Leslie's trying to get back to the surface."
He frowned. "Yuck. Why do you want to go back? There's nothing but crime and population overload up there."
"I just like it there. I like being able to see the sun, seeing the rain, seeing beautiful sunsets."
He nodded. "I agree with you there. I do miss that. Where are you from?"
"A city called New Oakland."
Casey and Anne looked at one another, shaking their heads. "Never heard of it," he answered.
After wolfing down her food, Leslie washed it down with a nice, cold glass of water.
"Yum, that was delicious," she said.
"Anne's a great cook," Casey said. "She'd join us but she has to work."
Sitting with them at a table was Casey's friend, Kazur. He was a short, slender creature with green skin, a bald head, and long, pointy ears. For such a tiny guy, she noticed he had a huge dick! And not just one, but three of them! Her jaw dropped open when she first saw them. The sack that held his balls was big and droopy. She figured it had to be large since there were three of them!
As she leaned back in her chair, she saw that Kazur had his legs spread wide open. She tried not to stare at his three big penises but couldn't help it. She was human, after all, and was just in awe of them. Not to mention a
little
curious as to how they performed.
Kazur saw how she stole occasional looks at his cocks, and smiled mischievously at her, revealing long, sharp fangs. She winced at his fangs, but returned a naughty grin just the same.
"So, what's out there?" Kazur asked.
"Nothing but a maze of tunnels, deserted subway stations, homeless transients, and young, wild gangs. Some of them live in the stations."
"How did you survive?" Casey asked.
"By being street smart, and by using a combination of martial arts and wrestling. Some of them were intimidated by a big woman and stayed away," she said proudly.
"Yes, I can see why," Kazur replied, eyeing her from head to toe. "Have you ever lost a fight?"
"Not that I can remember."
"Boy, I'd hate to be pinned down by you," he said slyly.
"Wanna arm wrestle?" she asked, shooting him another flirtatious grin.
She and Casey followed Kazur to his small, quiet room which was quite a distance from the main part of the station. His room looked like it had been constructed recently, judging by the smell of fresh paint and plaster on the walls. It did not look like it was part of the original structure of the subway station.
After closing the door, Kazur smiled lecherously at her again. She noticed that his three long dicks were hard and sticking up. So was Casey's, which was thick and pink.
She took off her backpack and threw it on the ground, and then approached them and started stroking their dicks feverishly. With her right hand, she stroked and fondled Kazur's three cocks, and with her left hand she caressed Casey's.
