K-T relieves some tension on the way and notices some strange details.

K-T was bored…
It was amazing that crossing over the country would only take a couple of hours due to the flying car, but he realized that he left for the test with only his clothes and the pass for the convention. He didn't even have his phone with him to get himself entertained.

The flying car only obeyed his sister and he was locked out of every system in it. He couldn't use the computer to go online or even turn on the radio. Not even the AC, it was getting pretty hot inside the glass bubble compartment with the sun hitting hard on this summer morning, the windshield could get tinted and there was perfect climate control, those features were just off right now and K-T couldn't turn them on. At this rate he'd be all sweaty by the time he arrived.

He distracted himself by looking at the pass hanging around his neck. One face had his name, picture and the big golden VIP letters as well as a Qr code. The other side had three golden S letters and a picture of Kum D'Hump the purple succubus mascot of the conference. He knew that there would be many host girls cosplaying as her once he'd arrive. And like the pictures they would wear nothing more than the wings, horns and tail necessary to imperson her (some also had hoof shoes, but some remained barefoot.).

K-T was a bit puzzled. Someone somewhere had thought necessary to blur or pixelate the nipples and vagina of a mascot that they had drawn naked. It was weirdly prude, especially for a pass that was a golden ticket to the most debauched event of the year.

The more K-T thought about everything he would see and do, the more horny he was. His huge dick was tenting his pants. His mind was running wild and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that with the anticipation during the ride and the smorgasbord of sexual content he would experience, he was at risk of just cumming in his pants shortly after arriving.

He would have probably jerked off in the morning if he hadn't been so sleepy and anxious of getting late. And now he was stuck in this stupid car, without porn, getting really hot and with the stupid navigation system only taunting him with a '57 minutes until destination' display.

He couldn't… right? He was strapped in, inside of a glass bubble and all he had was this stupid pass… What if his sister had a camera in the car? What if someone saw him?

But still… he didn't want to ruin his arrival at S3 by humiliating himself right away from being on a hair trigger after being on edge for so long.

Even with the slightly censored picture… he was so excited and he had done it to even less revealing things in the past.

"Fuck it!" he declared, coming to a decision. "But better take some precautions."

He removed his seat belt and started to strip. His sister had told him that those flying cars were so safe that the belt was only needed for take off or landing and even then more because of regulations than safety.

He removed his t-shirt and shorts and stored them under his seat, he didn't want to soil the only clothes he had with him before arriving.

His eyes locked on the small picture he started stroking his cock. He was focused on the small succubus, his mind rushing to the fantasies of all the things he'd want her to do to him. He'd like to say that he was an unrelenting beast of infinite endurance, but here he was trying to get off as fast as possible to clear his mind (and empty his balls) to fully enjoy what awaited him.

The small bit of plastic, helped a lot by his wild imagination finally stimulated him enough, he felt it build up in him and soon he couldn't stop. His dick exploded, covering the inside of the windshield in copious amounts of cum.

He had been too focused on what he was doing and now too lost to bliss to notice the text changing in the corner of his eye. The head up display of whatever his sister had him testing was very small and a lot dimmer than the message he got while getting up.

The [adult content detected: engaging ocularum] line had been missed completely before.

And he was too distracted to read the new one announcing [ocularum ineffective: processing data]

When he came back to his senses K-T stressed a bit about the mess he'd done in the car, there was cum everywhere and with the heat the passenger compartment was suddenly getting a pungent smell.

Since he already had cum on his hand he used it to wipe the tip of his dick that looked completely covered in his goo. Before blinking in disbelief. His glans wasn't covered in cum, well not that much at least, it was…

Blurry!

Bending himself as he could to get a closer look he tried to understand what was happening. His cock and balls were looking normal, except for the part of the tip poking through his retracted foreskin. That bit was weird, the red end of his dick was something he couldn't focus his eyes on, it had the same aspect as the nipples and vagina on the pass. But it didn't make sense.

What had his sister done to him?

In her search for an unbiased test she had left him no way to contact her. She only told him that she would send him instructions.

He suddenly realized that the car was flying pretty low now and while people might not see him clearly they might guess he was naked if they looked at the car. There was

He wiped his cum covered hand on the glass and reached for his clothes. The timer showed only 20 minutes left before arrival. He had to get dressed fast.

He soon realized his mistake. The clothes had rested at the bottom of the glass bubble and in his stupor he had wasted enough time for some of the cum covering the glass to drip and flow down.

Now both his t-shirt and shorts had a long streak of cum along the fold that was facing the front of the car. He still put them back on as it was better than arriving naked and hoped it would dry a bit before he arrived or could be mistaken for some sweat in this heat.

Soon he could see the convention center and he strapped himself down to allow the car to land.