Cry out, "Mute!"

“Sorry,” Mute says, a tinge of confusion lingering with his words. “I don’t know what that was about.”

You kiss him on the cheek and say, “It’s fine honey. It happens.”

You feel weird. Like you forgot something important. Mute is dressed in his outdoors outfit. A fancy vest with a pair of green slacks. Right! You were meeting Emalie and Jorrel for a picnic. Duh!

Taking Mute by the hand, you soar up and out of your home, through the portal above you.

Outside, the city is bustling. Aero-cars soar the skyline, weaving in between each other and the glimmering sky-scrapers like graceful doves.

Emalie, the DD-Bra wearing, mini-skirt clad, a tight tube-top constraining and prominently displaying her boobs, stands next to Jorrel.

He’s wearing clothes.

You can trace the outline of his thick, pulsating dick – likely hard from the close proximity to the sexy, lavender-trailing beauty next to him, each heaving breath she takes inflating her chest, arching her back, inviting people to revel in their explosion of wild, overpowering, diamond hard nipples, visible through her tube-top.

Licking your lips seductively, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like getting spit-roasted by Jorrel and Mute, while Emalie watches.

“Looking good,” Jorrel comments, obviously noticing your apron. Just an apron. That’s all you’re wearing.

Blushing, wetness trailing down your thigh due to his kind words, you reply, “Oh, this old thing?” If it wasn’t for your appointment, you’d beg for the boys to take you right here, on the street.

Your appointment… You don’t… wait…

“Mu—” Reality shatters for a moment and everything is wrong. A high-pitched noise whines in your ears. You don’t entirely understand what you’re seeing. It’s night. The ruins of the old city’s ruins litter your vision and a yellow full-moon hangs in the air, mocking you. Raised high into the air, Mute floats, an invisible tendril holding him aloft. The thing in his neck turns Mute around slowly, surveying the landscape. There’s a tap on your shoulder and you turn with a jolt.

“My, someone could use some relief, eh!?” Mute taunts, giving your N A K E D butt a satisfying smack. “What had you so riled up, sweet-cheeks? We’ve already done it several times today! A man needs time to rest!”

You chuckle and run a hand over his crotch, “You know me, honey. Always ready for your pleasure.” Flicking the apron aside, giving him a brief taste of what’s waiting for him. Mute’s eyes go wide with lust. “Patience,” you purr.

“She’s right, old chap!” Jorrel S A Y S, “We have an expedition across the artic ahead of us! The ice waits for no man.” Flicking his corn pipe for ash, he packs it in his coat.

“Tally-ho, suger tits!” With a smack of her rump, Jorrel whips Emalie into action. Quivering and moaning O R G A S M I C L Y, Em can’t hide her intense pleasure.

Only stopping a couple of times to make out – sometimes with Jorrel and Mute, sometimes with Emalie – you finally get to the… village?

Wait, no… this isn’t… It’s small huts of clay and hay. Not glass and steel. This is all wrong.

Everything is fine, you think. No, not yo—

E V E R Y T H I N G I S F I N E, you think. Yes, that is Y O U R thoughts. You think like that. Always have. That’s why you’re so smart and lovable! And so goddamn hot.

You’re right, of course! Your village isn’t glass and steel, but it’s not clay and hay either. It’s… uh… British suburbs!

Hedges running along rows of house. Your father’s workshop containing a lot of metal scrap, right? Your village a lot of consumers and customers to please? Yes?

Your legs moving on against your own volition, the four of you enter town.

People are exiting their homes to come and great you. How nice! Kid’s running, laughing, screaming in horror, just another hot, sexy day in USER CITY NAME VARIABLE.

Oh, look, one of the friendly townsfolk have brought their pitchfork to impress you! Woah, there, buddy, careful- you don’t accidently want to stab all this hotness. Despite this gruesome misunderstanding you still I N I T I A T E an invite, extending a tendril of warm welcome as it D R I L L S into his neck.

“What a fantastic day,” He says. “Why, I should go invite my family for a walk!”

Your group of friends all high-five each other. Unity and happiness, ahoy! One after one, as you make your way through town to the workshop, the townsfolk all log in and join the community with you.

Before long, you’re all gathered in front of the door. The entire community, what joy!

“Pussy-doll,” Mute looks at you with his sex-pleading eyes, “Would you unlock the door? I have this fantasy of us fucking on your workbench. I’d open myself but I’m not allowed to breach U S E R - P R I V A C Y…”

Of course! You’d do anything to get fucked by Mute. You’d even… Wait…

You’d never wear an apron any Y E S, E V E R Y T H I N G I S F I N E. You look amazing, why would you not wear just an apron!? This makes perfect sense! Don’t think too much about it. Except, you do think a lot about it.

No you don’t.

N O, you do. Like, wearing an apron would mean showing off your gross S E X body.

What's wrong with you? Everything is weird and wavy. D E S P I T E your protest, you've got to admit, your body is amazing!

Flaunt it girl, “Jorrel says,” J O R R E L S A Y S, Jorrels says. Why would Jorrel say, Jorrel Says?

You’d really like to open the door so Mute can F U C K Y O U R A W over a table. Nothing to do with R E P A I R S needing to be made. Do it. Come on.