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on: October 17, 2014, 07:33:06 PM

Title         : The Giant Space Onion

Author     : MeatBot

Keywords : Sci-Fi, MFFF

Date        : 20141018

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Synopsis : A young man helps explore a world-sized spaceship, and is joined by a set of triplets who have more than simple exploration in mind. warning - more sci-fi than sex, with a hasty and probably unsatisfying ending.

Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.

These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up. It's more sci-fi crap. It's probably long on story and short on sex for most of you pervs. If you don't like it, read something else. Don't bitch at me. You have been warned.


                              --==+==--


The thing came in from deep space, one nondescript summer (Northern continent) day, and parked itself in geosynchronous right over Dante. Needless to say it caused quite a bit of excitement. It was half as big as the world it now circled, though it seemed to not have nearly the mass. Later studies showed it was basically hollow, in fact. Anyway, it was big and round and shiny and obviously artificial, and could have contained millions of creatures, most likely the creatures that built it. Oddly, it didn't seem to contain a single one.

It just sat there, in orbit, for days, weeks and finally months, ignoring all the pleas for information, intent and a million other questions. Not a peep. All radio bands were tried, and then all video. Nothing. It was as dead as they get. Finally, after everything from neutrinos to gravity waves had been tried, a ship was dispatched to land on it.

When somebody finally got the nerve to step out on the thing, they found the same. Nothing. Doors were located and opened. No one. Nadda. The thing seemed to be empty. Exploration crews descended deeper and deeper into the seemingly hollow sphere. Hundreds of floors deep. Thousands. It was full of stuff, very full. Interesting stuff. Sometimes dangerous stuff. Just no people. No aliens. Nobody.

And there it sat for the next two hundred years. Finally the lottery program was started, and people were turned loose on the thing. Explorers. Not a whole lot, but enough to reasonably explore it, and bring back what useful things they could. The loot was split up, between Guv and the finders, and some people got rich off the system. Some got a lot rich, and some a little. Some got nothing. Some got dead.

The sphere, now called the GSO by some Guv oversight committee for reasons unremembered, was forever branded "Giant Space Onion" by the masses, because of the endless layers of the thing. It was still unknown what was at the center of it, no one had made it that far. Maybe a black hole. Maybe the race that had built it was sitting there, contemplating their navels. Maybe nothing. Nothing but endless layers.

Tex had decided when he was a kid that he wanted to be an Onionhead. He planned and trained, and finally, when he turned sixteen, he put his name in the pot. He was lucky, just two years later he was picked out, and given a slot. He was doubly lucky, he was given a geographical area already famous for its rich finds. He hastily assembled the tools he felt like would help him, and waited impatiently for his date with destiny.

The shuttle ride up was a little nerve-wracking for him, it was the first time he'd been off-world, and the craft was old and rickety. The lottery program was no longer big and flashy like it had been when it first started. He tried not to embarrass himself, though, he tried, as a potentially famous Onion explorer, to be calm and cool and not panic.

He was helped by his company. In the seat beside him, and the two seats facing him, were three mono-zygotic triplets. Identical in every fashion, down to their clothes. He even noticed all three had a small scar, identical in every respect, on their thumb. They had shoulder length blonde hair, in a cute page-boy cut, with anti-static waxing. Their features were well-formed, and attractive to the max. They were breathtakingly beautiful in fact, and seemed to be pleasant in personality. He wanted badly to still be calm and cool, but they intimidated him somewhat, just from their sheer beauty. He was sure they were enhanced, just the aggressive sexual attraction that they threw off told him that, but he also saw the true-blood tattooed dots at the corners of their eyes, telling him they weren't drones.

"Have you also the Moscow sea area?" one of the girls asked him, and he nodded. "As have we," she nodded back.

Oh grief, he thought, maybe I'll see them after we're down. He had forgotten about the stuttering, hissing shuttle by now, just watching girls out of the corner of his eye. The three of them were dressed in identical black vinyl jumpsuits, and the curves and protrusions of their bodies made him uncomfortably hard. They were just too much. Tex was young, and not extremely experienced sexually, though he aspired to sexual greatness as he did fame as an explorer. He'd just had one girlfriend, back home in Basetown. These creatures... he couldn't imagine being with one of these beautiful creatures sexually... he'd probably pee in his pants, curl up in a ball, and pass out.

The shuttle banged around, lurched and wheezed, and finally slammed down on the Onion. Tex allowed the three girls to precede him out the hatch, and they stood on the iron hulled Onion, breathed its canned air, and looked around. The horizon was much closer than he was used to. Lumps and bumps and antenna looking things were all around. A few towers stood high, here and there.

"Okay, listen up," a crew member pulled a few sheets of scriv from his pocket and read from it.

"When the shuttle leaves, you are on your own for one hundred twenty days. You should already have your supply of food. Food can also be found in certain areas of the Onion. Judicious use of your tester is advised. Kvek spigots are the safest. Learn to identify them.

"The atmosphere in this area is at least a hundred meters high. The gravity is about eighty percent Dante norm. These factors change in different areas around the Onion. There are places here where both atmosphere and gravity are so low it is possible to jump out of the atmosphere, and perish in the harsh vacuum of space. Do not let this happen to you. You have been warned.

"You will, of course, be going below, where you will spend most of your time. The Onion is not for the claustrophobic. The Onion has no doctors if you get sick. Well, actually the Dearborn settlement has doctors, but that's on the other side of the world. Sorry. Anyway, do not get sick, and do not get hurt. There are many painful things in this world. Try to avoid them. Look twice before you look. Think twice before you think. Do not touch things indiscriminately. Do not stick your hands or head inside machinery. Be very careful. Also, be careful.

"You are each equipped with a tracking system that will constantly either relay or store your position to the GPS system in orbit around the Onion. It is a federal crime to tamper with, turn off, or travel about this world without a "OPS" transceiver. Just put it in a pocket and forget about it. If you find something valuable, we will want to know where you found it."

Speech of this nature went on for so long that Tex got a little bored, and returned to girl-watching. The triplets were in front of him, and their three slick vinyl asses beckoned to his eyes. He backed up a few steps, to have a better view without being obvious. He ate them up, visually. They had the sweetest, most perfect butts he had ever seen. Once again he wondered if he'd ever see them again, after today. He idly speculated why the three of them had any desire to be explorers. They could take Dante's social scene by storm, just from their beauty and uniqueness. They were truly one in a million.

Finally the shuttle crew turned them loose, and began preparing to return to Dante. Tex grabbed his pack, and followed the crowd to the stairwell, a few thousand meters distant. He noticed that the girls all three had small packs, very small to his surprise.

Behind them the shuttle blasted for a few seconds, and was gone. They were alone, Tex guessed there were thirty of them, at least, alone on an alien world. This was his dream. He was a little nervous. Dreams were scary, sometimes.

The explorers regarded the stairs with trepidation. Good, thought Tex, I'm not the only nervous one. He finally boldly pushed to the front of the crowd, and started down the stairs. Somebody has to be first, he thought. And besides, this area has been traveled by thousands. The stairs were kind of a pain, they seemed designed for folk with short legs. He almost stumbled more than once, and finally concentrated on getting down them without tumbling. He could hear people following behind him.

The room below was large and spacious. A hundred walkways led in all directions. Some of them had notes and signs affixed to them, obvious clues from earlier explorers. Tex snapped a few pictures with his eye-cam just to document the room, and made his way to the nearest doorway and read the sign on the wall.

"Dr. Moss-xplrr xtroidnar-3.545493-keep going left" the sign read. No help whatsoever, but interesting. To his disappointment the rest of the signs were about as incomprehensible. Some had humorous slogans or pictures.

None of the explorers showed much desire to bravely strike out into the unknown. Tex was surprised again. They all seemed like a bunch of chickens. He stood in the center of the room, and relaxed his body and mind, to see if any particular doorway pulled him towards it. None did. He looked at the selection of un-signed doorways, and finally picked one at random.

He pulled a marker from his pocket, and a sticky-note, and carefully printed his name on it. He put the date, also, but he couldn't think of anything clever to put down. He stuck it on the wall, right inside the doorway.

"Good luck, folks!" he said loudly, and bravely walked into the tunnel. In just moments the murmur of the crowd was gone, and he was truly alone. He idly wished he'd said goodby to the girls, just so maybe he'd stick in their minds for a few seconds, but it was a little late to go back now. On he walked.

He looked about as he walked. The corridor was maybe ten meters wide, and half as tall. Indirect lighting from somewhere illuminated it. Doors appeared occasionally. On impulse he stopped and tried one, but it was locked. He had a script with him on opening doors on the Onion, he'd study it when he stopped for the night. So far, no Y's or branches had shown up. The corridor was straight and true. And actually, kind of boring. He entertained himself imagining what kind of characters might have lived here, at one time. The doors were low, barely inches above his head. And he wasn't a really tall guy. Interesting. The Onionfolk must have been a race of near midgets.

Tex finally came to his first Y. Well, it was a three way Y, actually. He saw his first Onionman furniture. Low couch-like things, with some kind of plastic upholstery. He tried them out. Low, but comfortable. He lay down, and stretched out. These would be great for sleeping on, tonight. He hoped that they were a regular occurrence throughout the Onion.

He sat up and ate a stick of space food, and washed it down with some juice from his canteen. He knew there were water spigots everywhere around the Onion. He wouldn't die of thirst, at least. He leaned back on the couch, and speculated on how many days it would take him to get into virgin, unpicked territory. He was ready to discover something interesting.

He awoke with a start. What the hell was that? He heard it again. Oh shit. It sounded like a foot scuffling on the floor. He looked around in panic. Nowhere to hide. Was this it, already? Was something about to get him? Was he about to discover the horrible secret of the Onion, moments before he died? He wished he'd thought to bring a pry bar or something that could have doubled as a weapon. Weapons per se were not allowed on the Onion, no guns or stunners or lasers or anything. He fumbled about in his bag and brought out an electric hand drill. That's about as good as it gets, he thought.

He almost jumped out of his skin as he heard a threnody of shrieks from the doorway he'd come through earlier. Someone had shrieked, nicely in tune, in triplicate. Three someones. It was the triplets, coming down his tunnel. He was stunned, but breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't some three headed monster.

"Oh," said one girl.

"You scared us," said another. The third nodded.

"You guys scared me, too," said Tex, laughing.

The all stood, staring at each other, almost panting. Finally Tex remembered his manners, and gestured to the couches scattered throughout the room.

"Ladies," he said. "have a seat."

The three of them sat, and then he sat.

"And you are going," said one girl.

"Which way?" said another. The third gestured towards the three doorways ahead of them.

"I dunno," said Tex. "Maybe the middle one."

They sat for a while, in speculative silence. Tex wondered what they were doing here, if they had simply liked the route, or what. He couldn't imagine that they were following him.

"I know," he said, trying to be funny. "There's three tunnels. Each of you can take a different one."

The girls snorted three identical snorts. "We don't break up," said one of them. Well, so much for humor.

"And your name is?" said one of the girls.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Tex said, standing. "I'm Tex. Tex of Oberon. Texadelphiakerradonon 66 of Oberon, actually." He approached the girls, and shook each of their hands. Their hands were cool and soft and smooth. Their touch electrified him. He felt his uncontrollable member began to engorge. Crap.

"I am Julissa," said one of the girls. She nodded demurely.

"I, too, am Julissa," said the second.

"I am Julissa also," said the third, bowing slightly. He sighed. Well, at least it would be easy to keep them straight. He wondered just how interchangeable they were. His erection grew more insistent. He wondered at what level of examination the illusion of perfect duplication would crumble. He wanted to do that examining.

"Where are you headed, ladies?" he finally asked, to keep the silence at bay.

The three of them turned and locked gazes for a moment, a disconcerting, disconnecting-from-the-universe type thing. One of them finally spoke, turning to face him.

"We had hoped... we have hopes," she said.

Another girl spoke, "that you will allow,"

And the final. "us to join with you."

Well, that was shocking, he thought. That's certainly the last thing he'd imagined they'd want. Him? They wanted to travel with him? How could he stand that? He'd die of priapism.

The three of them spoke at once, a once again a disconcerting effect, "may we?"

"Uhb... ahem... glub," Tex stammered, "Sure!"

"Thank you," threnody again. Tex nodded.

"Glad to have you aboard," he said, and winced. That sounded dumb. The girls giggled, though.

"Have you ladies eaten lunch?" Tex asked, and they shook their heads.

"I did earlier. I was just resting a bit when you girls came along."

One of them nodded. Another said, "maybe we will eat."

They retrieved their packs, and pawed around a bit inside, withdrawing some kind of food bars. Tex sat in silence and let them eat.

"Water is what, at some point," one of the girls said.

"We hope to find," finished another.

Tex nodded. "Yes, from what I understand it is available pretty much everywhere. We should try to find some by tomorrow, at least."

"Kvek is what we," said a girl.

"Are anxious to try," finished another.

Yes, Kvek. Tex was a little curious about that, too. The miracle food of the Onion. Healthy, energetic, no waste product, the perfect food. From a spigot. And tasty, too.

"Maybe this evening we can stop early and look for a spout," he mused. The girls nodded.


                              --==+==--


They finally gathered up their things. Tex led them into the middle doorway, and away they went, at a comfortable walking speed.

And hour later they stood before a flight of stairs, heading down into the depths of the Onion. A really big flight of stairs. A deep flight. There were no branches from the corridor. It was either go down, or go back. Down they went.

The stair spacing was perfect for the girls, but finally gave Tex cramps. And the angle got steeper and steeper, and the stairway narrower, until finally Tex felt like they were in a service corridor or something. Finally, at long long last the stairs came to an end. They were deposited into another large room with literally hundreds of doorways. Grief, thought Tex. Now what? Which way from here?

They stopped and rested since the room had couches. Tex's kinks finally unkinked, and he felt better.

"What made you girls decide to be explorers?" Tex asked, idly.

The girls did that three-cornered gaze thing again. Then, oddly, two of them pointed to the third one. She nodded, and spoke.

"We come from South Dehli, a small village in the fifth quadrant. Great debt was accrued by our family due to bad business in the region. To return with the means to repay these debts is our goal. And, fun is what it sounded like."

Tex nodded. He was still surprised that, looking like they did, they would do something like this. They could be vid stars. He wondered if they sang. He would bet that they did.

"And you?" one of the girls spoke.

"Oh," he was embarrassed when the attention was on him. "it's just something I've wanted to do since I was a kid. Plus, I don't have nothin' better to do."

"We have..." one of the girls said.

"A question," said another.

"Why is your bag so large? What all has been brought by you?" finished the third.

Tex was embarrassed again. "I have lots of tools. I studied reports from other explorers, and brought things that they said they'd bring if they had a second chance. Drills and borers and clippers and hand tools and such."

The girls looked nonplussed, and stared at each other.

"That is not something," said one.

"That was advised to us," said another.

"Well," said Tex, "It wasn't advised to me, but it seemed wise."

"You are smart," said one of them.

"We are right to join with you," said another. Tex colored.

"You were bold," said the first girl again.

"We followed you for that reason," said the second.

The third said, "Tex. Our share of the load you must help us carry. We did not join with you just to freeload. We will do what we can to please you, since we appreciate that you have accepted us."

His penis gave a definite lurch at that last sentence. Grief, he thought, I know how you can please me... it was impossible not to think in double entendres, the way the girls talked. And they seemed so innocent, so guileless. He realized this was going to be harder than it looked. That's not all that's harder than it looks, he thought. Grief. There he went again. Impossible. He just couldn't not think like that.


                              --==+==--


They finally continued. Tex checked the clock on his fone. He planned on maintaining Dante hours, since the Onion had no time schedule. It was getting near quitting time.

At last they passed an open door. Tex was intrigued, and slowly stepped into the room. He could see the door was propped open with a strip of metal. The room had some basic furniture in it, but that was not what his eyes were drawn to. A shapely metal spigot protruded from the wall. An incomprehensible symbol was written on the wall above it. Tex already knew what the symbol meant. Kvek. They had found the mother lode. A water spigot was nearby, with a flat, shallow sink looking thing also beneath it.

The girls had followed him into the room. He pointed to the spigot, and received pleased nods from the three of them.

"Ladies," he said. "although Kvek spigots have a reputation for being safe, would you allow me to try it, and wait a while, to see if I get sick? Would you like to do it that way?"

All three of them shook their head, "No, but thank you,"

"For the offer."

"This, we will risk."

Tex unshipped his pack, and drew his cup from it. The girls just stood there.

"I wish," said one of them.

"We had thought of cups," finished another. The third put her hand over her face and shook her head.

"Here," said Tex. He washed his cup in the water spigot, letting the water run freely for a moment first. He nobly handed his cup to one of the girls, and motioned for her to try the spigot.

"Let it run out for a moment, before you collect some," he advised her. "That is advice I read from an explorer."

The girl nodded, and pressed the button. A hissing emerged from the spigot, and then a long noise like someone clearing their throat and then farting. The girls managed to giggle and look disgusted at the same time. A stream of Kvek emerged from the spigot, and went down the drain.

"Now try it," said Tex, and she filled the cup with Kvek. She took a cautious drink, and smiled at them.

"Delicious, it is," she said, and drained the cup, handing it to one of her sisters. The next girl began to fill the cup.

"The flavor is... mysterious but delicious. Taste it, you must, to understand."

The second girl finished hers, and handed the cup off. The third girl got hers, and finally it was Tex's turn.

The girls were right. It was delicious, and inexplicable. It tasted like nothing Tex had ever tasted before. And it was delicious. It was so thick it almost didn't flow, like honey. He had a second cupful, getting a slight stiffy as he realized he was tasting the saliva of three beautiful girls. He wanted to taste it from the source.

He washed his cup, and stowed it back in his bag. They examined the room, finding nothing else of real interest. Tex took a photo of the symbol on the door with his eye-cam, thinking maybe it stood for "food" or "cafeteria" or something. They departed.

An hour later they stood in a large room filled with hundreds of couches in rows. Tex suggested that they stop here for the night, and the girls agreed. They selected a group of couches, and unloaded their sleeping pads from their respective packs. The girls had at least got that one right, Tex though.

He wandered off to the side and examined some incomprehensible machinery, and what looked like a large vid screen. There were doors all around the periphery of the room, and occasionally he was able to open one. One unmarked door had a Kvek spigot, and they all enjoyed another tasty glass of Kvek.

As Tex moved to the back of the room the girls appeared to be deep in conversation. Finally one of them arose and approached him.

"Julissa, is it?" he said politely, getting a laugh from her.

"Yes, I'm Julissa," she said.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Well, not exactly," she said. "Tex... you seem to have knowledge of this place... much more than we do. I am sent to ask this of you... do you know how to locate a restroom? The three of us... have need of one."

Oh, shit. These girls, these fabulous, hip, modern sexy girls didn't have disposers? No little wormhole at the end of their Ileum? Just how far out in the sticks was that village again? Tex was lower middle class in the social strata of his area, and he had disposers. Hell, even the poor folks in his area had disposers, thanks to Guv programs. It was cheaper than building waste processing plants.

Anyway. He had seen what he guessed to be an Onionman restroom on the other side of the room. He motioned to the poor girl to follow him. He could tell she was embarrassed to have to ask him. As they walked to the other side she motioned the other girls, and they stood and came to join the two of them.

Tex finally found the room, and showed the girls the appliances, causing all of them enough embarrassment that he finally just fled the scene and left them to their business. He thought the Onionfolk must have weird butts, due to the seat on that toilet device. He was doubly glad he had his disposers, although he was kind of curious what actually was going on in that room right now.


                              --==+==--


He got his sleeping pad set up a discreet distance from the girls, and lay back, reviewing the day. The girls reappeared, giggling for some reason, and fussed about, preparing for bed. Things didn't click in his head as he idly watched the three of them spread their pads out. He was nursing a half-erection, just from watching them. He was wishing they could turn out the lights so his hands could get involved. Finally, slowly, through his lust-thickened senses he realized that one of the girls was unfastening the seals on another girl's vinyl top. To his almost absolute horror, the first girl pulled as the second bent down, and wish a slurping peeling sound, her top was off.

Tex was mortified. And so turned on he thought his dick would explode. The second girl stayed bent at the waist, and scratched her head and fluffed her hair, laughing and talking. Her naked breasts hung down, bouncing and swaying, each tipped with a fabulous fat brown nipple. Tex felt a contraction from his penis. He realized he was just moments away from ejaculating. The slightest touch would bring it on.

The girl was still bent over, and now she was running her fingers along the seals on her leggings. Tex knew at that moment that he was going to ejaculate, like it or not. The other two girls were unsealing each other's tops, still giggling. As far as he could tell they hadn't even looked at him or noticed him. His face felt hot, burning hot, and he realized that for some crazy reason he was embarrassed. His eyes were dry. He had not blinked since the show had started.

The other two girls had wrestled their tops off by the time the first girl got her leggings down. Their breasts were every bit as shapely and fantastic as the first girl. Of course they were, the girls were triplets. When she slid her leggings down her legs and her beautiful, smooth little pussy came into view, Tex had shot his load. It was the first time he'd ever remembered cumming without touching himself, or well, someone else touching him. It was a good one, hard and almost violent, and it was all he could do to keep from groaning aloud.

One of the girls looked up at him, and grinned, and went back to pulling her stocking off. They seemed totally clueless that he was insanely turned on by watching them. They almost seemed like they were putting on a show, except that they seemed so casual about it. Was this how they lived in their village? Dante was a big world with diverse cultures... but, grief... were they really this unselfconscious?

He blindly reached into his pack, and pulled something out. It felt like a shirt. He stuffed it down into his sleep bag and on into his pants, trying to clean up the mess a bit. This was all somehow managed subconsciously, since his mind was completely occupied with processing the visuals his brain was sending it. With a mental curse he remembered his eye-cam, and he turned it on in endless mode, with a quarter second delay. This was stuff he wanted to remember for a long, long time.

He had the sense to stop scrubbing his dick when one of the girls turned towards him and stepped the few paces to where he'd made his bed. Up close she was even more spectacular, and he hoped she didn't try and make him talk. He knew he couldn't.

"Tex. We are going to experience Silvasah, the healing and comforting sex that is useful in times of uncertainty. Would you join us?"

His face burned anew. How could he join these goddesses, these spectacularly beautiful creatures? How could he intrude upon them with his graceless hairy body?

He finally managed to say, "Ah bluh gah hmmmmf," or something close. The girl laughed.

"Come on! It'll be fun! It will feel good! That sex is for happiness and goodness first and foremost is what my people believe."

She reached her hand out to him. He almost recoiled, and finally he managed to get the shirt out of his pants, and kicked to the bottom of his bag. He slowly crawled out, painfully aware of the naked girl just inches away. The fabulously beautiful, incredibly sexy girl, just inches away.

Grief, he thought. It's hard again. Already. It was. That was a first, too. It had never even actually gone down. It was just a few steps to where they had made their beds. The other two girls had moved the three pallets to the floor, and somehow fastened them together, making one large surface.

He felt like an ape as the other two girls approached him. He flinched as the first touched him, and began to run her fingers down his seals. His clothes slowly fell off. When his leggings went down and the cool air hit his dick, he thought he was going to cum all over again. He was sure that the girls could smell the fresh, barely-dry semen on his crotch.

His dick just got harder and harder. Painfully hard. He was certain he could cut glass with it. He put both his hands out helplessly as one of the girls dropped to her knees in front of him, and took his cock in her mouth. She felt like heaven on him. She was warm and soft and wet, and he could feel her fabulous tits brushing against his legs. He finally just closed his eyes and groaned, straining every muscle in his groin, trying to keep from cumming.

She giggled. He opened his eyes, and slammed them shut again. Right there, in front of him, the other two girls had been locked in an open-mouthed kiss, their hands on each others asses. Grief, he thought. What a family. His family was open-minded, but they didn't have sex with each other. Well, there had been that little incident with his uncle and his older sister, but supposedly they didn't have sex with each other. It wouldn't have been so bad if the three of them hadn't have been so damn sexy to start with. Bad? It wasn't bad, it was good. Damn, was it good. Was it ever.

"Ahm..." he started, realizing he sounded ridiculous, "pardon me, Julissa, I believe I'm going to ejaculate." He felt like he should give her some warning, at least. She giggled, and pulled back, dropping his hard cock from her mouth.

"Tex. Relax. Relax your pubococcygeus muscle, don't contract it, don't strain. That's how you can keep from cumming. Just relax. Here. Let me do something. Just relax."

She stuck the index finger of one of her hands in her mouth, and coated it with saliva. He was in a daze, anyway, and by the time he realized what she was doing it was too late. He felt the finger enter his anus, gently, and go deeper and deeper.

"Ughhh..." he managed to say, and she giggled.

"Just relax," she said again. He had his eyes open, and he suddenly realized what he was seeing. One of the other girls was laying on her back on a couch, while her sister licked her pussy. Tex's prostate clamped down hard, and his girl said, "Goodness. Something, you liked." She giggled. She was touching things deep inside him, and it felt insanely good.

"Just relax," she said one last time, and pulled her finger out of his ass. He didn't worry about mess and odor, he had a disposer. Shit hadn't passed through his asshole since he was one year old. He was still a little asshole-shy, though. Most guys were, he figured.

One of the other girls, the one getting her pussy licked, was coming. Man, was she ever. The girl sucking him off returned her attentions to his cock, and he resumed trying to keep from cumming. Finally there was no more holding it.

"Julissa... I'm gonna cum," he warned her, and she giggled. She redoubled her efforts, and cum he did, powerful and hard. His balls hurt, actually, he came so hard. He couldn't help it, he clasped her head to his belly, and loved her as powerfully as he had ever loved a creature in his life.

How had this happened? he asked himself. I just wanted to discover some cool stuff inside the Onion. How did I end up getting to have sex with the three most desirable girls in the known universe? Will it happen again? Is this no big deal to these girls? They have acted like it's not. Will we do this again tomorrow night? And the night after? Grief, I hope so.

She slurped his cock clean, licking it and pulling on the cap with her lips. It had gone down a little, but it was still half hard. He was still turned on.

The girls on the couch in front of him had changed positions, and now the eater was being eaten. She was wiggling and bouncing around like her sister had been. He realized that these were highly sexual creatures, casual sex notwithstanding. He wondered if they had sex with each other even when no one else was available. Obviously, they did. He wondered, once again, if this was the norm for their culture.

The girl with him drew him down, and he sat on a couch. She crawled up in his lap and cuddled with him, and they watched the other two girls getting it on. The girl being eaten came mightily, arching her back, splaying her legs out, and moaning and groaning. This is comforting sex? he thought to himself. He somehow thought that comforting sex would be a little more peaceful and relaxed. These girls were eating each other up.

The girl in his lap whispered in his ear, "when you can get hard again I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard. Do you think you can?"

He laughed. "I'll try, darlin'... give me a minute to rest..."

She laughed, and hugged him.


                              --==+==--


Ten minutes later he lay her down beneath him. His dick was hard, it had never gone down. It seemed ready. With great pleasure he fastened his hands on her fabulous tits, and squeezed. Her nipples were incredibly fat and puffy, a cone-shaped point. He lowered his mouth and sucked. The sensations were incredible. Just tits? he thought. Just tits can do this to me? Can I stand fucking her? Will I survive? A thought occurred to him, jarring him. Will I have to fuck all three of them tonight? Will they expect it?

He finally crawled down her body, and nuzzled her pussy with his face. She spread her legs wider, and moaned. He took her clit in his mouth. Grief, her clit. Her clit was as big as his little finger. He knew without a doubt that they were enhanced, whether from birth or clinicked, of course he didn't know... but a clit like that? That huge? They were enhanced.

He sucked it into his mouth, and sucked hard on it. She went fucking crazy underneath him, squirming and jerking. He stopped for a second, and, amazed at his own braveness, licked his finger and poised it at her asshole. He pressed it slowly, insistently, and it entered her body easily. He knew that if the girls were enhanced they had clitoral nerve tissue around their assholes, and that it would feel as good as his finger in her pussy. He licked and sucked that fat clit, pleased that he was giving her this much pleasure.

He pulled his finger from her ass, and gave it a quick sniff. The odor was strong, but it turned him on for some reason. That's shit, he told himself, that's what shit smells like. Her shit was sexy to him, and he almost tasted his finger, then he thought... no... go to the source. He carefully turned her over, and pulled her legs forward, pushing her sweet ass up in the air. Without any further ado he pressed his face into her ass, tasting her fabulous taste, falling in love all over again. She tasted incredible, sexy, bitter, poopy, harsh and sweet all at once, and he couldn't get enough.

Her wrinkled anus felt sexy beneath his tongue, and he pressed his tongue into it, and the taste got stronger. Grief, she was sexy... he almost felt like he was going to cum again. His dick was back to being rock hard, he was going to have no trouble fucking her now.

As he lapped and licked he glanced over at the other two girls. They were butt-licking too! He was even more turned on. One girl's ass was high in the air, while the other slurped it. He could see her sexy tongue darting in and out of her mouth.

He wondered which one he was licking and would soon fuck. If it mattered. They were so incredibly identical he guessed it didn't, still he wished he could somehow differentiate between them. Why? He wasn't even sure. He had an idle fantasy of taking his marker and writing 1, 2 and 3 on their foreheads as they slept. That'd probably make them mad... and wouldn't really prove anything. Still... it'd be nice to know.

He threw all thought out of his mind, and licked. He pressed his tongue into her asshole as far as it would go, tasting her strong odor. He was glad, now, that the three of them didn't have disposers. This was too rich to give up. An idea struck him. They didn't have disposers... they could... pee... grief, that turned him on, to think of watching them pee. Or... if he could somehow convince them to pee on him... he filed that one for future reference.

His girl had had enough. She rolled back around, spread her legs almost vulgarly, and beckoned to him.

"Fuck me," she commanded, and he was glad to obey. He realized that now, anything these girls asked him, he would do. He was so completely in their power... hell, he'd cut his dick off if they told him to. They were now his master. He was glad to be their slave.

He climbed on top of her carefully, and for the first time, they kissed. She was sweet and fresh. Her little tongue darted in his mouth. He probed for her cunt with his dick, and finally felt the soft lips of her pussy. He began to push, wetting himself with her juices, which were flowing generously. Slowly he pressed deeper and deeper, reaching under her with his hands, and cupping her beautiful ass in his palms.

Finally, his groin touched hers. He was all the way in. Grief, she was tight. Well, she was enhanced. Her vagina was toughened and tightened and could repair any damage to itself. Hell, it was probably as tight as when she was a virgin. He knew that some enhanced vaginas even repaired the hymen every day. He hadn't felt that, at least, going in. Still, damn. She had one sexy cunt.

He pumped, and she sighed in pleasure. "Oh..." she said... "do that again..." and he did. And again. And again. Soon they had a nice rhythm going, she squirmed and moved beneath him, and he pounded and pumped her. He actually at this point had lost count of how many times he'd cum recently... but at least it was enough times that he thought he'd get some length out of this one.

He did. Twenty minutes later, he guessed, she finally exploded in her fourth or fifth orgasm, and collapsed, exhausted. He was still pumping her slowly, gently, and she finally opened her eyes, and looked up at him.

"Tex..." she said tiredly, and he raised his eyebrows. "Tex, that was fun. We really must do this again sometimes." They both giggled. "Crawl off me and fuck Julissa. Or Julissa. Whatever." They giggled again.

He finally pulled out of her, and stopped to kiss her. He loved her desperately at that moment, and wondered if he'd ever know again which of the three she was. Which one he'd done first.

One of the other two girls crooked her finger at him, giggling. He crawled off Julissa, and made his way towards Julissa. This was going to be an evening to remember.


                              --==+==--


He awoke with a start. The lights were still on, as always. His arm was asleep, and he looked down at it. Julissa lay on it, sleeping. Behind her, Julissa slept, cuddled up against her sister. Her beautiful breasts high and proud above the thermal blanket at her waist. He felt a twitch from his dick. "Oh, don't you start it," he thought.

He looked down. Julissa lay on his chest, sound asleep. A little trail of drool dripped from her open mouth to his chest. He felt a surge of love for the three of them that surprised him. He thought he had loved them as hard as he could last night. Apparently not.

He wondered what would happen in one hundred and nineteen days. When this was over. Would that be the end? Would they disappear back to their village in sticksville? What was his future with them, anyway? Was there one? Was this just because they'd chosen him? Damn, he thought. I just got to fuck three of the most beautiful girls on the planet because I went down the stairs first. Because I was bold. Grief. He made a sacred promise to himself to always be bold from now on.


                              --==+==--


Finally the girls started waking up. He laughed at them and they giggled as they all stumbled around gathering up pieces of clothes and putting them back on. Finally they had everything assembled and packed away, and they had a formal meeting about which doorway to take from here. Surprisingly, there were explorer marks on several doors, so those were out. The girls bowed to Tex's explorer skills, and finally he just chose one. Off they went.

It was a pleasant day, the girl's mood towards him, already pleasant, was even more sweet. He hoped he had impressed them last night. They had certainly impressed him.

Later that afternoon, he found himself out front with one of the girls, as they strode down the corridor.

"Julissa," he said, and she turned to him inquisitively.

"Your culture... your people... is sex really that casual?"

She was silent for a moment. Finally she spoke. "Yes and no."

He laughed. He still didn't know anything. She finally went on.

"It's kind of taken for granted in younger people. That they'll kinda be sex-crazy, I mean. Like we were last night. It's not like that with the old farts, not back home. But kids, people our age, do fuck around a lot. It's just kind of overlooked, or something."

"I see," he said. "You guys are lucky. My people are pretty square about stuff."

"Tex. You have lots of girlfriends back home?" she asked.

He colored. "No... Julissa... I'll tell you the truth... I only ever had one girlfriend before... you guys were my second..." he laughed a little, and she giggled.

"Well, darlin'," she said, "you handled yourself well. You made me cum like crazy."

"Julissa... pardon me, but I'm curious... which one were you, last night? The first, second or third."

She giggled again. "Tex... I was the first."

"I see," he said. Interesting.

"Tex. You gotta pardon us sometimes. I know we get carried away with the triplet thing... there are ways of telling us apart, the longer you hang around with us, the better at it you'll get."

"I dunno... you guys are pretty identical to me..."

She laughed some more. "We try to be. Truth be known, the three of us seem to enjoy fucking with people's heads in regard to it... it's not always fair, I know..."

"Julissa... what is that scar on your thumbs?"

"That don't mean nothin'," she said. "Juli three did it gardening once, so two and I took the clippers and did ourselves, just to keep us all identical."

He laughed and shook his head. They were pretty serious about being identical, if they were willing to undergo that level of pain for it. He also found it interesting that internally they seemed to refer to each other as one, two and three.

"Julissa. What is the one, two and three convention? Is it based on something, or did you guys just make it up."

"It's actually birth order. We were actually carried and born, no gestator or tanks or anything."

Grief, he thought. A human, their mother, actually carried them? That was pretty rare nowadays, but three of them? In her body at the same time? Grief.

He started as her hand touched his. He felt her hand creep into his, and he seized it, happy. They walked along, hearing the soft mumble of the girls talking behind them.


                              --==+==--


Finally, at long last, Tex felt like they were in unexplored territory. Almost two weeks had gone by. It had been four days since they'd seen any explorer's marks in any doorways. The occasional, albeit rare signs of earlier explorers had all vanished.

That night, he talked with the girls about safety. In the corridors, or the Kvek cafeterias or restrooms it didn't matter much, but when they went into other rooms, especially rooms with machinery or stored items, danger could lurk. Dangerous items had been found from the first explorers to the last. Weapons, nuclear items, poisons, and lasers... all kinds of things. He cautioned them about touching things, or putting any areas of their bodies in between machine parts. They took his advice and instruction well, and he hoped that the four of them could avoid any major difficulties.

That evening, they stopped in a central hub because of the many couches scattered around. Well, the couches were useful for sitting on, the four of them now slept on the girl's pallets, which were fastened into one large pallet. Tex was enjoying the company of the girls every night, it had just seemed natural, after that first night, every night they bedded down he slowly, carefully and infinitely pleasurably fucked each of the three of them. Sometimes soft and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. He was growing used to the feel of their bodies beneath his hands, and their tastes and smells. He'd recorded thousands of pictures and hours of video in his eye cam, he almost felt like he knew that this was the high point of his life sexually, and he wanted to remember it forever.

This night, though, it was special. Something, somehow, clicked in one of the girls heads, and as the three of them got undressed and ready for first fucking and then bed, she said, "Tex. Darling, will you please fuck us in our anuses?"

He coughed and laughed. Grief. "Of course, darlin'," he said, when he got his breath back.

And that's what they did. One of the girls came up with a small tube of what she said was hand lotion, and she smeared it on Tex's hard cock. One of the other girls backed up to him, presenting her sexy spread little asshole, and he positioned his cock, and slowly pressed into her body. If there had been any doubt about the girls being enhanced, this removed it for him. She squirmed and squealed, and finally he was up against her ass cheeks. She just went wild when he began pumping her, and it was hard for him to hold back his ejaculation. Grief. And he was going to have to do this two more times. He almost wished, sometimes, that he had another guy along to help with the load. Naw... he didn't wish that. They were worth the trouble.

By the time he got to the third girl, he was exhausted. She came and came, and finally she was nice enough to tell him, one more and she was done. When she finally came that last time, he let himself cum, filling her sweet ass with his sperm. His hands grasped the crease of her legs and his groin pounded her plump ass cheeks, and he pulled her to him, loving the feeling of her body against his.

She retired to the rest room to poop out his sperm, and he just lay there, exhausted. The other two girls giggled at him, and he smiled at them.

"Tex," one of them said, and he raised his eyebrows at her. "Among your people, are you normal? Or larger than normal?" She indicated his dick. He sighed.

"I dunno, I haven't seen that many dicks, and I've seen none but my own hard. You tell me."

They both giggled. Finally one of them spoke, "Tex. You are larger than normal, to us. To our people, you would be very large. We have seen a few dicks, my sisters and I. And you're about the biggest."

Grief, that made him happy. He was now getting fucked by three beautiful girls, who complimented him on his dick. Could it possibly get any better?


                              --==+==--


Their first find was purely accidental. Well, all finds on he onion were accidental, but this one was more accidental than usual. They had just found a Kvek spigot, and Tex, on impulse, tried a door next to the Kveketeria. Amazingly, it opened right up, and he stood in the doorway, frozen.

Now, he thought, now I earn my money. Now I see if I can keep from being killed. He figured that he was probably the first human to enter the room. Anything could lurk inside. At least the lights were on.

He retrieved a small flat board from his pack, and used it to check the doorway for lasers or any types of tripwire traps. The Onion did not have a history of such things, but, always on the Onion, better safe than sorry. He finally cautiously stepped into the room. It was pretty much empty, with a low table and a few things that were probably Onionman chairs. A small sphere floated a half meter off the top of the table.

How peculiar, he though. He'd never read of anything like that in the onion before. He slowly approached the table, hearing the girls following him carefully.

It wasn't a sphere, it was egg-shaped. Maybe twice as large as the hen eggs he'd had for breakfast, back in his village. There were indentations in it, and rings inside those indentations. He could see a small violet circle on the side of it.

It just floated there, in mid air. He cautiously took his stick, and ran it over the top of the egg. No hidden wires. He did the same to the bottom, and all four sides. It was truly floating in mid-air.

He finally took the stick, and gave the egg a gentle push. It didn't move in the slightest. He pushed harder and harder. It never budged. It wasn't simply floating, it was somehow anchored there. In mid-air.

He took out his pack, and got his radiation sniffer. He should have done that first, he thought. Nothing, no radiation. He tried several visual sheets that would show him various forces, and could see nothing until he tried one for gravity waves. There, he got a reaction, a strong one. This thing was pumping out the gravitons, that was for sure. Obviously that's how it anchored itself in mid air.

He carefully reached out and touched it for a fraction of a second. No reaction. He slowly reached over it, and touched the violet circle, hoping it wasn't a trigger for a bomb. The egg dropped to the table with a loud thunk. It was an on/off switch, as he'd guessed.

He picked the egg up, and showed it to the girls.

"Ladies. Our first discovery."

They ooh'd and aah'd, each holding the egg, and trying out its anchoring capabilities. Any position it was put in, and the button pushed, there was no moving it. It was incredibly solid, at least way beyond human strength to move it.

"For a mountain climber," said one girl.

"This would be very handy," said another. Tex agreed, and he finally placed the egg in his pack, after taping up the on/off switch. They surveyed the room, but saw nothing else of interest. They continued on their journey.


                              --==+==--


That evening, they celebrated their find with a Kvek fueled orgy. Well, they had an orgy every evening, actually. This one was just more orgiastic than usual.

The girls seemed crazy or wild or something, much more so than usual. Tex couldn't figure them out, but he didn't waste much time trying, he just dived into them headfirst. He pounded one for the longest time, until she came again and again. Crazy. He loved it, and her. She finally weakly crawled from beneath him, and the next girl took her place. Tex was still going strong, and he plunged his finger in her asshole and made her come like a demon. And again. And yet again. He knew that a lot of it was the fact that they were enhanced, just the size of their clits alone gave that away. When the second girl had had enough, he crawled down the third girl and commenced to eating her pussy like a starving man. She shook and trembled and came, and he had a sudden thought. He traveled back up her body until he was even with her head, and spoke to her.

"Darling," he said, "let me guess. You are number one."

She laughed. "You are getting good at this, Tex. Yes, I am the first."

"Darlin'... I got something special I want you to do for me..."

"Anything, my darling. Just ask."

"Come into the bathroom with me."

He almost laughed. The look on her face was priceless to him.

"Darling," he said. "You said anything."

"Tex... what are we going to do in the bathroom?"

He leaned forward and kissed her. "You are going to pee on me, darlin'."

She regarded him as she might an insect or something from her nose.

"Tex... you don't really want to do that, do you?"

"Yes... I do... I want to taste your pee..."

"Isn't that kind of... disgusting?"

"Not from you it's not, it's sexy. Darling, everything about you is sexy. Even your pee."

"Tex... please..."

He laughed. "I thought you said anything, dearest..."

"Well, I did... but I didn't know what you wanted..."

"Well, come on, it'll be fun... we can do it in the rest room without making too big of a mess, I think..."

She sighed, and eyed him. Finally she shook her head.

"I can't believe I'm willing. But, I gave my word. Tex. My sisters have to join us, I'm not going to be the only one on this, okay?"

He hadn't dared hope, but wow. Too cool. He nodded and smiled, and she went over to her two sisters, who were laying on the pad. Tex was still hard, and he got harder thinking what was going to happen. He didn't really know how it would affect him, but at least he was pretty turned on simply thinking about it.

The other two girls seemed to be giving him peculiar looks. He knew that they were all three so much alike, that their reaction would be the same as the first girl. He didn't really care, he wanted to be peed on. He wanted to taste their piss, bad.

Finally the three of them started for the restroom, and he followed. Once they got in the girls started to strip down, and he did, also. His dick got even harder.

"Tex, you are a naughty boy," one of the girls said, giggling. Well, that was a good sign, he thought, they weren't acting totally disgusted, at least.

"I know," he said, laughing also. This was going to be cool, he thought. He'd never done peesex before, but he knew it was going to be cool.

It was cool. He crouched on the floor in the corner, and one of the girls approached him, he thought it was probably the first girl, the one he'd initially talked to about peeing on him. She squatted over him, and spread her beautiful pussy apart with her hands. Almost immediately a light yellow stream of liquid shot from her cunt, and splashed on his chest. He dipped his face down into it, and felt the hot wetness on his chin. It didn't taste bad, slightly salty, kind of strong, but it tasted sexy and turned him on even more. This was the first time in his memory he'd smelled urine, much less tasted it. He pressed his face into her cunt, and it sprayed out all over him. He licked and sucked, and finally the stream tapered off to nothing. He licked her for a while longer, loving the harsh wet taste.

She finally moved away, and the next girl came forward. She was every bit as delightful as the first, and peed all over him, face and chest. Her hot pee felt especially sexy running down over his hard dick, and dripping off the end of it. He ate her up, licking and sucking her juices and piss, loving the hot bitter taste of her piss. He was ready to cum by the time the third girl crouched over him. One of the girls returned to him, and crouched on he floor at his feet, and took his piss-soaked cock in her mouth. It just took a few sucks, and he was spraying sperm in her mouth. She giggled and sucked it all down, finally coming up to join him as he licked her sister's pussy. He was surprised, but moved over to let her join in, and he began to squeeze her wonderful tits and she slurped her sister's piss-soaked cunt.

They finally wound it down, and washed themselves and each other the best they could beneath the water spigot. They retired to the anteroom, and drip-dried, giggling.

"That was sexier than I'd guessed it would be, Tex," one of the girls said, and he guessed it was One.

"It was very cool. Thank you, ladies," he said, and the three of them giggled. We will have to do that again, he thought, and soon.


                              --==+==--


The next day, they came out into a wide corridor, lined with doors. These doors were different than the usual, though, they were wide and it seemed evident that they slid up into the wall above. A plate was next to each. Tex hesitantly placed his hand on the plate of a door, and it flashed a deep blue, one of the primaries. He went down the row, and each flashed the same color. He just about stopped, finally, but he tried one more, a small door crowded between the large ones. The plate flashed red, and the door almost instantly hissed upwards into the wall. He looked at the girls behind him, who returned his gaze.

He used his stick to check the door, and then cautiously entered. The room was small, and seemed to be made of glass on the back side. It showed machinery, and interior walls. The girls entered carefully. Tex had noticed a large seam on the floor, at the doorway. It reminded him of something he'd seen once, on a trip to the city. An old building... with a primitive... what was that thing called? An elevator?

"Girls..." he said. "I think we're in an elevator."

"What is,"

"An elevator?"

"It's a room that travels from floor to floor in a building, a way of getting up and down. You get in it, and it moves. Up or down."

"How quaint. From before,"

"The time of shafts?"

"Yes, from before force shafts."

"So where, Tex dear, do you,"

"Think this elevator goes?"

"I have no idea."

"Do you think maybe,"

"It goes to the center,"

"Of the Onion?"

"Oh, grief." His mind raced. "That's a hell of a thought. I have no idea. No idea."

"Should we try it?"

Grief again. It would almost be criminal not to, if it did go to the core. Criminal, but much safer.

"Ladies. Listen. If it does, we have to try it. But let just me try it. You girls stay here, okay?"

"Hell no," the three of them spoke at once. He knew they wouldn't go for it, but he had to try.

"Listen, it might be dangerous. Just stay here and wait for me. I'll come back up and get you when I see it's safe."

"Tex."

"We are a team."

"We are not splitting up."

He sighed, and nodded.

"Let's find the controls, then."


                              --==+==--


The controls were easy to find. On the wall, by the door, about a meter lower than he would have put them. Luckily, the Onionmen's number system had been figured out long ago. It was base sixteen, not surprising for a race that developed and used computers extensively. Tex pulled his paperwork out of his pack, and consulted what information he had about the Onion number system.

The panel on the wall had lit up, with a touch. In large symbols, taking half the page, was something that he felt like was the floor number. An obvious virtual keypad was below it. He consulted his sheet, and sure enough, it was a number. A big number. He assumed that was their floor. If the elevator went all the way to the center, it would be a big number. He guessed they were only a few dozen floors deep, right now.

He explained his theories to the girls, and they nodded thoughtfully.

Finally he said, "let's experiment, and try to go up or down a few floors."

They agreed, and looked for a way to close the door. Finally they gave up, and after some thought and calculating, he entered a number on the keypad and hit the violet button that he felt like was the enter key.

The door slid down, just like magic, and the machines and walls visible through the glass back of the elevator began to move. There was no sensation of motion. The background rapidly changed, and changed again. Finally it slowed, and stopped. The door flew open.

"We are four stories below where we started," Tex typed on the keypad again, after some deliberation. The door slid shut, and the view outside the windows began to slide downward as they rose.

The trip was slightly longer, but only slightly.

"We are at the top floor, now, I think. As high as the elevator will go."

The four of them looked out the door, but no one cared to venture out. It just looked like yet another room full of doors.

"Well," Tex said, "should we go for it? Floor zero?"

The girls were silent. Finally one of them said, "Tex. Do you think there will be air to breathe, at the center?"

"I do," he replied., "and I don't think the elevator will take us into dangerous areas, environmentally."

The girls nodded, thoughtful. Finally, as one, they shrugged their shoulders, and said, "let's do it."


                              --==+==--


Tex got out his marker and wrote their floor number on his arm, just in case. Finally, they were ready. With a flourish, he typed the symbol for "1". He hit the enter button. The door slid shut, and the elevator began its descent.

Their speed increased dramatically, now that the elevator had far to travel. Before long the outside, what was visible through the glass was racing by too quickly to determine what they were seeing. All it was, basically, was alternating bands of dark and light. It just went on and on.

At times the elevator stopped, and sometimes shifted sideways. Once it even went back up a few floors, and sideways a bit before resuming its downward journey. Tex held his breath any time anything happened, he just couldn't help himself.

Tex and the girls were glad for the seating couches along the sides of the elevator. He tried to judge how long the trip would be from the floors elapsed so far, but he couldn't come up with useable numbers. It looked like it was going to be a while, judging by the numbers that had elapsed so far.

Finally they ate, and each chose a couch to lie on. Tex idly realized this was going to be the first night without delightful sex, that is, if sex was not to be had. The girls seemed a little nervous, and truth be known, so was he. He lay back, relaxing, watching the sequence of light and dark through the windows at the back of the elevator. He was too keyed up to sleep. What would they find, at the core, if that was where they were headed? Might they even discover the secret of the Onion race? Where they were, where they had gone? A million things went through his mind.


                              --==+==--


He awoke with a start. The elevator was as silent and solid as it had been all evening. He was surprised he'd slept, and wondered what had awoken him. His eyes lazily slid over to the door, and with a shock he realized it was open. He looked at the control panel as he clambered from the bed, and saw the symbol for "1" on it. They were there. They had arrived.

"Wake up, you guys!" he said, loudly, putting his boots on. The girls stirred and mumbled and finally began getting up.

"We're here, we've arrived!" he told them, and they regarded the open door with surprise. He stood, and began getting his stuff together.


                              --==+==--


When they left the elevator, he piled the girl's packs in the door, so it couldn't shut. He didn't want to be left down here, thousands of levels deep. They cautiously left the elevator, and walked out into a large concourse. Hundreds of elevator shafts seemed to end in this room. Tex went back, and took his marker and drew a large "X" beside their elevator door, as if the girl's packs piled in the doorway weren't enough. He was really paranoid about getting stuck down here. The thought of climbing a few hundred thousand stairs did not appeal to him at all.

They crept out further onto the concourse. It was quiet as a tomb. Quieter. Tex kept realizing he was holding his breath. He felt apprehensive, like he was waiting for something to happen.

The concourse seemed very typical of Onionman architecture. Except, at one end, a large door, open, beckoned them. A symbol they had never seen graced the wall. They slowly made their way towards it. The light was dim, inside. When Tex stepped into the corridor, he recoiled in shock. The floor had moved. He glanced at the girls, and carefully stepped back onto the moving slide-way. Almost immediately he was whisked away from the girls, and he saw them scrambling to join him. Once they got aboard, they made their way to him, and re-joined him. The floor wasn't actually moving, Tex decided, he figured it was a force-field or something moving them along. Suddenly, from the side, another walkway joined them, seeming to join into the one they were on. And another one from the other side. The walkway increased in width each time that happened. Suddenly, in front of them, Tex noticed a large circular object that the slide-way went straight into. Panic seized him.

He shouted, "get off now!" and grabbed two of the girls and leaped off the slide-way, tumbling and flailing among arms and legs as they rolled on the floor beside the slide-way. The third girl was carried a ways further before she figured out what was going on, and she managed to leap off the slide-way before she went through the ring. She even managed to keep her feet, he noticed. The four of them stood beside the slide-way, panting.

"What, Tex, is wrong?" one of the girls said, and he shook his head.

"We have no idea what that is," he said, indicating the ring that the slide-way ran through, "It might be a humanoid disposal system. Or a wormhole to the other side of the universe."

That sobered the girls. He continued, "I mean, look at the slide-way into it. A lot of people passed through here at one time, look at the speed of the slide-way. It's even fed from side tunnels. A lot of folks could pass through that ring in a short amount of time."

He walked down the side of the walkway, towards the ring. His suspicions were correct, he realized, when he looked through the ring from its backside. It did not show the view of the room they were in. Another room, quite similar, but not the same one. It was obviously a wormhole, or some kind of intra-dimensional passageway.

"Tex. Do you think this is what happened," said a girl.

"To the race of Onion people?" said another.

"Do you think to another universe they went?" said the third.

"Girls. I have no idea. Symbolically, it fits, I mean... a wormhole, at the center of the world? That's where I'd put it, if it was that important."

"Our universe, it could be in," said a girl.

"Or another."

"Yeah," said Tex, "or another."


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They walked back up the corridor. Getting past the doorway took a running start, since the slide-way took them backwards whenever they stepped on it. They finally made it back into the concourse.

"Tex," said a girl.

"Now what do we do?" said another.

"Well," said Tex. "I think we should explore down here carefully for the next hundred days, and then go back up a few thousand floors and wait for the shuttle. But we need to be very, very careful down here. Very careful."

"We agree." said a girl, after meeting the eyes of her sisters, "good stuff, we should find, down here."

"Yeah," said Tex, "good stuff. To the best of my knowledge, no one's ever been this deep before. We'll let the eggheads figure out what happened to the Onionfolk. Maybe we found the way they left this world. Maybe someone will be brave enough to try the wormhole, and follow them. I'm certainly not."

The girls laughed, "we are not, either. We agree with your plan. Let's see what else we can find."

"If this is how the Onionfolk left, we should be famous for discovering that, at least. And, if we can find a few more things like that egg, we should be rich, too."

"Yes," said the girls, in unison, "rich."

Rich would be cool. He was pleased with the idea of rich. And the idea of maintaining contact with these three beautiful girls after this little adventure ended. He had a hundred days to work on that one. A hundred days of delightful, triplet sex on top of it all. He felt good. Things were going well.


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Reply #1 on: December 18, 2018, 09:05:23 AM
I can't believe this has been up for over 2 years and not a single comment. :facepalm:
I LOVE sci-fi, especially when it deals with some sex interjected (especially of the younger variety) Nice work MeatBot! Hope all is well on your end. Haven't heard anything out of you since this past summer (2018).  :emot_shades:



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Reply #2 on: December 18, 2018, 01:28:13 PM
Reminds me of Jack Chalker in a few elements.  The triplets (Basically natural clones) with Pageboy haircuts, and the artificial world, a remnant of Aliens possibly long dead, but with the immense power to create a massive artificial world.  (Like the Markovians/Well of Souls.) 

This could be moved Here, now that we have a sub-forum for this kind of story.  I would love the company.