New Year 2069

The 2030-style van facilitates a bumpy enough ride to tickle my nostalgia bone. I watch the trail of dust curve in the road behind us like a dull, cloudy wall, lit up now and then with flashes of bright color from the wireworks that splatter against the sky. Alistair makes a sharp turn, sending the van careening around a saguaro cactus right when a specially luminous explosion tints its thorns a bright magenta.

"Jeez, keep your head inside!" he yells to the back of the van, "for fuck's sake, Eliot!"

Eliot, who had been up to no good while I was distracted, pulls his head back through the open window. He practically lunges forward, shoves his face into Alistair's neck, and kisses him aggressively.

"Sorry, baby," I hear him mumble through the smooching.

Alistair takes firm hold of the steering wheel and runs his free hand through Elliot's golden curls in a show of forgiveness.

Al and El

, I've dubbed them in my head.

El giggles as he returns to his seat across from me, and I answer it with another chuckle. It's easy to be giddy in his presence.

"He gets so mad at me when I'm tipsy!"

"Yeah, cuz you're a fool!" Al shouts back.

"Aw!" I say to El, who has pushed out his bottom lip in mock sadness, " Poor Eliot!"

"Well," he says, ducking forward suddenly, "at least Camille still loves me!"

He comes to a rest with his head in my lap and his face turned toward me.

"Of course I do, my sweetheart!"

I lean in to deliver small kisses all over his face and look up to see Al adjusting the rearview mirror to spy on us. El pulls me back down, and we have a more serious makeout session.

"We're here, kiddos!"

The terrain beneath us has changed; it is bumpier now and demands more sudden turns and jerks.

"Wooh!" El yells, popping up like a daisy, and looks through the windshield.

I follow his gaze to find an imposing image caught in the glare of our headlights: a spiral formation of perfectly round grass patches leading inward to the largest patch at the center of the bizarre shape.

"Marsland! Marsland! Marsland!"

He truly is a drunk fool - lucky for him that he's so darn cute! I watch him hop up and down and try to keep myself balanced in the shaking van while I laugh at his antics. Al slides the door open and holds his hand out to me. My hand looks tiny in his as I take it.

"Thanks," I say as I'm freed from the quaking vehicle.

"You good?" His hand finds the nape of my neck and stays there until I answer.

My "yeah" comes out breathier than intended. I've forgotten how tall he is, especially compared to his twink boyfriend.

El, wasting no time, whips out his pop-phone and starts a live on Bites.

"Yooooo! We're here at Marsland!" he exclaims to the camera, skipping ahead to get Al and me in the live, "We 'bout to get harvested

real

good!"

"Hey, babe," Al interrupts, "why don't we get to the center first, and then we start with the lives? How's that sound?"

It's as plain as day that the wind has been taken out of El's sails, and I can't help but feel sorry for him as he signs off, slightly disheartened. In one move, Al drapes his arm over my shoulders and reaches for El's shoulder with the same hand. He pulls him in until the two of them sandwich me tightly. He rests his hand on El's neck and gingerly strokes the edge of his jaw with his thumb.

El ignores the gesture and throws his arm around my waist. He kisses me on the cheek, I suspect to spite Al, who doesn't seem phased by it. We walk like this all the way to the center.

"Are you nervous?" Al whispers to me.

"Kinda, I guess."

I notice the woven bamboo picnic basket swinging in his right hand with the chequered blanket folded on top. El and I have both forgotten that that was part of the plan. We're equally drunk, though I carry myself better.

"Don't be nervous, girl!" El interjects, "They're so...professional. Even if you feel, like, not comfortable, they will just ... take care of you, you know?"

"And the tag?" I ask.

"You won't even feel it," Al says, fingering the space between my shoulder blades, "Just a quick pinch right here, totally painless."

We've reached the center. Al unfolds the blanket, and El flops down once it's open on the grass. Al and I sit down, and the two take off their shoes, placing their bare feet on the grass. El lays down on his back and looks up at the stars. His spirit seems heavy for the first time tonight.

I slip off my beige cowboy boots and rest my soles on the soft grass, feeling the blades tickle between my toes. Al wordlessly hands each of us a bottle of root beer from the picnic basket. He leans back and props himself on one elbow, so his face is close to El's.

He massages El's earlobe between his thumb and index finger and whispers something. "OK?" is all I can make out definitively, and at one point, "You know I love you, babe." He abandons the earlobe massage and reaches into El's shirt to caress his chest. They share a few short kisses, each one deeper than the last. It feels like I shouldn't be watching.

I lay down on my back with my head close to them - close enough to hear fingertips on skin and tongues connecting. Luminous hues streak up in the distance and burst into silent sparks that trickle down onto the half-bare land as though the stars were raining down.

The palm of a big hand flattens against my cheek, and the thumb brushes over my lips. I shiver. They're still kissing. I open my mouth to let Al's thumb make contact with my tongue. At this moment, a metallic grey saucer the size of two minivans appears out of thin air and hovers above us.

"Here we gooo!"

The hatch in the center cracks open, and I shut my eyes against the light that breaks through.

"Don't look straight into it."

I turn my head to the side and look down to see my body slowly leave the earth. My heart is pounding; it feels like my stomach is lingering behind. Once I'm vertical, I take the chance to look around. El is doing silly tricks and flips in the air, and Al ... Al has been holding my hand, I realize.

We laugh at El's shenanigans.

"You're gonna puke!" I hear myself say.

"She's right, ha-ha, take it easy!" - It's perhaps the second time I hear Al laugh. It makes me feel reassured.

The craft inside is transparent. We can see stars twinkling above us, and our picnic blanket is a small square about forty feet below. Six borgs in white lab coats are lined up before us with their latex-gloved hands folded in front of them. They're identical, with smooth, mauve skin, hairless all over, friendly smiles, and ever-shifting features morphing between masculine, feminine, and androgynous. Behind them, a big screen with exploding wirework animations displays a message:

Happy New Year!

We thank you kindly for the gift of your energy!

They separate into pairs and approach us. Al gives my hand a light squeeze before letting go.

"Enjoy!"

He winks at me and follows his hosts, whose features have settled - one male and one female.

My hosts, one male and one androgynous, each take one of my hands and lead me to a designated spot where a silver examination chair and monitor attachment rise from the floor.

"Can I live this?"

Al and I turn around to see Eliot gesturing to his phone. One of the hosts widens his smile, politely shakes his head, 'No,' and holds his hand out to take it.

"Aw, man!"

Al is facepalming, and I'm shaking with laughter.

Our hosts strip us naked, fold our clothes, and neatly place them in a drawer just as invisible as the wall it pops out of. They have us sit in the comfy chairs and secure us with metal cuffs and braces. I watch the guys get 'plugged' into their monitors with a thin cord that connects to the tags on their backs. There's a cool pressure on my back. I focus on the friendly glint in Al's dark eyes and feel a dull pinch. I get hooked up as well.

Our leg rests are adjusted so they spread far apart. My androgynous host stays in front of me and handles all the adjustments. The male one behind me keeps an eye on the monitor - I know this because I can see Al and El's hosts operate this way. They communicate without sound or opening their mouths but through faint beeps and buzzes accompanied by flickering lights under the skin on their temples.

My front guy stops spreading my legs just before I get uncomfortable and receives communication from my back man. My man slips his hands over my shoulders where the tips of his fingers find my nipples and rub them. I tremble with delight.

"Ah, yeah!" - not my words, but El's. We're all receiving the same treatment.

Beeps and buzzes from my man. Beeps and buzzes in response from my guy. The others' hosts feed codes into the monitors, and I hear my man tapping on mine. The ceiling opens up, and two wires with suction cups attached to the ends lower down. My guy secures them on my nipples, and they firmly suction on.

"Hmm!" - me, this time.

The cups are faintly vibrating and pulsing. El and I moan in unison. I look over and see that Al doesn't have any nipple cups. I guess it's not his thing - but he enjoys watching the two of us "hmm" and "ah." Al's gal wraps her fingers around the base of his balls and squeezes, getting a very favorable response out of him.

The same is done for El, and at the same time, I feel my guy's fingers circle my vaginal opening. He exchanges beeps with my man as if to confirm something before shoving two fingers inside me.

"Ah, yeah! That's good!" I say, not caring if they understand my words or not.

They feel around in me as if searching for something, making me squirm in my restraints.

Suddenly, I feel their fingers grow inside me, reaching my cervix and prodding the area around it. A serious groan escapes me to let them know they struck a chord. Another outlet opens above, from which a mechanical arm stretches out. It clutches a dildo with rounded nubs on the head. The nubs move in and out, and the head gyrates before coming to a stop and sucking the studs in.

It was a show for me to know what it does. The dildo transfixes me as my guy helps guide the mechanical arm. I hadn't even noticed the thick tube filled with bright purple jelly that had come down next to it. Each of us has this same tube, with a more extended, thinner attachment that tapers off at the end. My guy slides this one inside me first, and I promptly learn that it's a lube injector.

It squirts me full until I'm overflowing before the dildo slowly moves forward, the head driving back and forth while it enters me. I squeal at the girth and try to relax my muscles around it. My hosts exchange serious communications while the dildo digs deeper and deeper. I look down to see it sinking in, throw my head back to simply feel it, and look down at it again. The head reaches my cervix and merely juts back and forth - no nubs yet, no gyration.

Through my ecstasy, I somehow manage to watch my friends. They have their ball sacks and dicks tightly gripped in dual cock-and-ball rings. Mechanical contraptions are spread out on either side of their dicks and holding them firmly in place with plush, lubricated tubes that work slowly up and down their shafts. Al and El exchange knowing glances when our hosts bring the lube injectors back.

They push the nozzles against our assholes and lubricate them. Their fingers enter us all at the same time. Pleased moaning fills the space, and for a second, it feels like we're doing this to each other. Their fingers grow inside us, and the usual communication takes place. Both Al and El enjoy this, but El is the only one among us with three of his host's fingers inside him. His eyes are rolled far back, and his mouth is frozen in a silent scream. Occasionally, a "ha" or "aah" issues out.

God, it's hot seeing him like this!

The lube injectors are inserted next, slowly, and with great focus and thorough communication. The entry is uncomfortable, but it feels so fucking good sliding in, the lube squirting as it goes deeper. Of course, El gets the biggest dildo up his ass. The three of us exclaim together again as we relish in the sensation.

Al and I keep looking down at what's being done to us, throwing our heads back and closing our eyes, looking back up again ... But not El. It seems his eyes are fixed on the back of his head. We watch how the dildo, the size of a skinny forearm, pumps in and out of him. His mouth is a wide-open smile, and his toes curl and uncurl continuously.

How much more could they do to us?

Right then. My guy's finger finds my clit.

"Ugh! Aah! Fffuuu!"

I try to squirm away, hoping my man can read in my brainwaves that I actually love it. I guess he can. They communicate, stone-faced as always, and bring down a transparent clit-sucker with a vibrating tip inside.

I watch it suction onto me and see my clit and labia puff up. The protruding tip flicks back and forth over my clit - again, nothing too intense - but my head is spinning. I notice that the bottom of the cup is slightly concave. It doesn't take too long to find out why.

The three of us are tested for our response to urethral stimuli and are soon greeted with the sight of flexible little sounding rods snaking down towards us. I nearly freak out at the sight of it, but my guy is so gentle with the insertion that the experience is incredible. Al's rod is slightly bigger than mine, and El's is the biggest. And lastly, to the amusement of Al and I, El is the only one to end up with a dick-shaped gag in his mouth.

The time has come - they told me how this works on the way to Marsland. The gentle pulsation, suction, vibration, and penetration were only to keep us entertained while they finished plugging us up. My guy surveys my expression, beeps and buzzes at my man, and then I feel it like a wave...

It starts with the suction cups on my nipples - they suckle, vibrate, and send mild currents of electricity through me.

"Ah, fuck!"

Every gadget's function is turned up to six, one by one, in the order of attachment and insertion.

I finally feel the dildo's head gyrate, and the studs pop out. The anal wand goes in, out, in, out. The tip on my clit vibrates and flicks about, and the rod buzzes gently, making it feel like I'm peeing all over myself.

"Aaah!" Al exclaims.

"Hmmmm!" I hear coming from El.

Our toes curl and uncurl, our legs quiver, and our hips helplessly attempt to wiggle against the strong constraints.

Oh no - I'm already close!

But as soon as I get there, the mechanisms stop all at once and wait for me to relax enough before continuing. The three of us are edged like this five or six times. When it's time for the finale, our seats change position, rising and tipping forward so we are suspended vertically. I can see my cowgirl boots way down on the grass. The vertigo makes my heart drop.

Our machines start up again, dialed up to 10 (except for my nipples - they picked up quickly that I like my nips light.)

"Oh, Jesus!" Al yells, panting heavily.

I can only make noises, not words. My entire body is quivering. My face is doing things outside my will; my eyes have rolled to the back of my head, and my mouth is stretched open.

The voice inside me gets louder, deeper. Everything is drowned out. I know it's coming. I know it's coming! Wireworks go off in the distance, as if on cue, while I cry out in a voice I didn't know was in me. The orgasm tears through me like a natural disaster.

OH, GOD! OH FUCK!

The last thing I hear is my own desperate, shrill cry. Everything fades to black as I slump into a faint.

When I open my eyes, my two beautiful friends' faces are above me, and the starlit sky is above them. I'm wrapped in a soft, fleecy blanket.

"They just left," Eliot is telling me.

Alistair is cradling my head in his lap, gently stroking my forehead.

"They always wait for all or most to wake up," he says, "to make sure we get back safely."

It takes me a while to collect myself. Eventually, I sit upright. Together, they start unfolding the blanket around my naked body, caressing and kissing my skin as I become bare.

"So," I finally say, "when are we coming back?"

We laugh, still short of breath.

"Can we keep her?" Eliot jokes.

"Why not?" says Alistair, and kisses me on the lips.