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Remiel's Enlightenment - Chapter 4
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Remiel's Enlightenment - Chapter 4
by Zmeydros
(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)
The green-grey and hot pink interior of the metro train was done so tastefully that it didn't bother me. Whoever designed the train cars for the Trilliant knew that a tiny bit of hot pink went a long way. It had a soft glow, running along outlines of textures and the edges of objects in the train so one could see a wireframe of every surface in the train when the overhead lights were dimmed at night.
The FTL museum was in the top gem that connected the Trilliant's towers, just under the spaceport. Anyone using the spaceport could enter the museum for free. Well, when the museum was open. On the weekends, the museum closed early because it couldn’t compete with the legendary spaceport sector nightlife. And randomly throughout the year, the spaceport ran giant special events that often utilized some of the museum’s large spaces.
I'd thought of going to some of these events, but I either was scared that Miramanna would find out I was attending something too adult or accuse me of being too much of an Earther. Either way, I didn't need any more attention than I got.
As I got off the train, I stopped right in the middle of the station. My mouth hung open as I stared up at a giant holographic representation of gravitational wave polarization. Circularly polarized gravitational waves were so trippy that I was practically hypnotized by them. It was like a swirl traveling through spacetime.
This metro station had been made to look like a spaceship scrapyard, complete with switch panels, hoses, electrical wires, pressure doors, heat shields, and boosters. Over a hundred years of space exploration strewn about as if someone had started sorting them, but had decided to make artful arrangements of them halfway through. I recognized parts from famous early ships, including SpaceFarer Geneva: the first ship to use a fusion torch for propulsion.
Riding the escalator through the cryogenic storage area of a SpaceFarer Geneva, I made it to the street. My eyes widened as I looked at the entrance to the FTL museum. The arch for the entryway was made of a section of a hammer ring that had been decommissioned. It must have been an early hammer ring because it was only big enough for one mid-sized starship.
Walking up to the ring section which was two meters thick and glimmered with a faint spectrum of colors, I felt a bit weightless. This ring section was only about a third of the entire ring and it went up thirty meters. I could barely imagine how big the more modern ones were. They could send several ships across space at the same time.
The ticketing kiosk at the front of the museum had a giant rocket fin lying atop it as a roof. The ceiling for the museum itself was twenty meters above that, curved and speckled with high intensity computer-controlled spotlights. A steady stream of people was walking past me on their way out of the building while the wild, white-haired man at the kiosk looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm here to see Ezzie," I said.
His expression softened. "Ah, Remiel, is it?"
"Yes, that's me," I said.
"She's on her way," He said.
As I was waiting, I realized the lobby had all the parts of a gravitational sensor array on display. The precision laser internals were affixed to the wall next to the ticketing desk. The mirrors had been incorporated into the light fixtures, and the vibration isolation system was holding up the ticketing kiosk. Looking at the front of the desk, I spotted the photodetector, which was small compared to many of the other parts and just kinda looked like an industrial camera.
"Interested in interferometry?" a gentle resonant female voice said.
My head snapped to the side as I stood up spotting a curvy woman whose soft, amber-colored skin had a warm glow to it. I'd meant to say something, but the obvious package hidden by her black-and-gray-striped skirt stole all my words. She had to have worn a skirt that was tight in that area on purpose and I was embarrassed by the tingling in my crotch and my inability to think of anything to say.
"You haven't said one word and I already like you," Ezzie said, holding her left hand out so I could shake it.
I reached out with my right hand out of habit and while she was switching to her right hand, I switched to my left.
She laughed when we failed to shake again and then held her arms out. "How about a hug instead?"
I hesitated at first, but I hugged her when I saw the warm smile behind wisps of her wavy black hair.
"Ramda told me you’re having a rough time, you can hug me as tight and long as you want," she said, giving me a squeeze.
All the loneliness I’d been feeling, the stress, the existential dread got me to hold onto her like she was the only handhold in a venting airlock. I put my head on her shoulder, willing myself not to cry right in front of her. Her scent was a bit like a pine forest with a comforting earthy undertone. She hugged me tighter and I was right on the edge of losing my battle with my tears when I noticed her perky breasts pressing up against my chest and felt some sort of sheath pressing against my prick through the fabric. I got butterflies in my stomach as blood rushed southwards. Her sheath, or whatever, felt really thick. What sort of cock did she have and just how much bigger was it than mine?
I started getting hard despite myself, my erection pressing into her hefty ball sac. I let go of her, wishing that there’d been a bush for me to hide behind.
She let go of me and motioned for me to follow her. "You must be hungry, let's go eat."
To my relief, no one around us seemed to have noticed our hug’s lewd turn, but my heart was still pounding and I was speechless. It was my first hug with Ramda all over again. Was I unable to give women with dicks normal hugs?
Remembering her question, I said, "Yeah," while watching her spin on her heel fast enough that her dress fanned outwards. Her hair was a bit wild, but I loved how it looked and watched its slow curls bounce as she led me straight toward the back. When she got to a pair of big double doors, the right one clicked and swung open.
As I followed her through, I asked, "Is it really okay for me to be back here?"
"If a museum staff member is with you, absolutely," she said.
I followed her, trying not to get distracted by all the conduit running along the walls. She took a door on the right, entering the staff break room. There was a cafeteria in the back, couches to my left, and tables to eat at on my right. On a table very close to the door was a bag of wrapped banh mi sandwiches.
Going over to the sink and filling a couple glasses with water, she asked, "You want to eat on the couch or at a table?"
"I'm fine e-either way," I said.
"Hmm, I feel like being on the couch, more casual that way." She walked over to the dark grey couches and set the water glasses down on the long octagonal coffee table in front of it.
I grabbed the sandwiches and put them on the coffee table as she sat on the couch and adjusted her junk with her free hand.
"See something you like?" She beamed a smile at me while spreading her legs a bit.
"No, I mean, yes." I blushed as I got more butterflies in my stomach. "S-sorry I, uh--"
"You're fine." Patting the spot next to her, she said, "Have a seat."
My legs felt clumsy as I sat down.
"I've got chicken, pork, beef, egg, and portobello banh mi. Which one would you like to try first?"
"Portobello, I think," I said.
She pulled out a sandwich with "PTB" written on the wrapper in black marker and handed it to me. Then she pulled out one with an "E" on it and unwrapped it.
I unwrapped my sandwich, saying, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," she said before taking a bite.
The portobello was wonderfully juicy and a lot like meat the way it had been prepared. I still had butterflies in my stomach, however, and my eyes kept darting over to the bulge in her skirt.
"Ramda thinks really highly of you. I'm surprised by how much of an impression you left on her," she said.
After chewing the very satisfying baguette and slightly-crunchy pickled carrots, I said, "Oh?"
"Yeah, it usually takes a lot longer for her to warm up to people."
"I didn't really do anything. We just shared a lot of interests."
She finished chewing and washed it down with some water before responding. "She said you don't give yourself enough credit."
"I don't get why she likes me so much. I'm nothing special." I took a bite of my sandwich, fighting my nervousness which was killing my appetite.
"Nope, you’re special. Deal with it," she said as she made an emphatic gesture with her sandwich. A bit of shredded carrot fell out of it and landed on top of her right breast, leaving a bit of wetness on her blouse. As she retrieved the bit of carrot and then tried to sop up the wet spot with a napkin, her full breasts jiggled.
I lost my ability to focus on her face and looked back and forth from her breasts to her bulge as my prick started shoving its way down my pant leg. I should've guessed she'd be this hot.
"Maybe after I give you a tour of the museum, I'll give you a tour of what's under my skirt." She winked.
I choked on my sandwich and then started coughing.
She handed me my water glass.
The water did the trick and while I was recovering she said, "Sorry, Ramda gave me the idea you were a horndog like us," she said.
"Of course she'd do that," I said, not sure if I was annoyed, amused, or thankful about Ramda trying to hook me up.
Ezzie nodded. "Wouldn't be the first time and it won't be the last."
"She's sent other people to you for, uh--" I couldn't finish that thought.
"For sex?" She laughed. "Many times."
Her shaft was lifting up her skirt and I couldn't look away. My nipples tingled and my dick throbbed as I remembered the way Ramda's balls felt against my face while I was tasting her pussy. Did Ezzie have a pussy?
She tilted her hips, making the tent look much larger. "You sure you're not as big a horndog as we are? You look like you're wishing you had X-ray vision."
I looked away and pressed my thighs together. "No, I just--" My mind crashed. I couldn't think of an explanation for my behavior that wasn't the embarrassing truth. "You're very attractive."
"So are you. You have some very feminine mannerisms and that long hair is so luxurious. But you liking hung girls is what turns me on the most." She gripped her shaft through her skirt, letting me see that five inches of it was deployed and that it was one thick cock.
"W-won't someone see you, us?" I asked.
"Hiding this thing at full mast is a fool's errand and I've caught my coworkers mentioning how big it is a few times now. Ever since I got modded, I've had trouble keeping this guy at bay. Loads of gender euphoria that I don't always have enough outlets for. I'm glad my boss doesn’t mind me getting a friend to play with during my lunch breaks because I don't think I could survive otherwise," she said as her tent grew by another inch.
That was it, pre was leaking from the tip of my cock, wetting my jeans. Thinking about her being hard at work while trying and failing to hide her dick was making my entire body warm. I tried to respond to that, but a moan was trying to get out of my throat. I wanted to lean over and... I groaned as my dick got so hard that it ran out of room in my pant leg. Then I covered my mouth, blushing so hard it hurt.
There had to be eight inches of cock under her skirt now. She took my hand and coaxed it toward her erection, saying, "Why just stare when you can touch?" Her voice was breathy and playfully dominant. "Everyone's gone home by now."
My chest tightened. This was only the second woman with a dick I'd met and it felt like her cock was a powerful magnet and my hand was a lump of iron.
Her shaft was thick and had a cylindrical shape that was completely unlike Ramda's. It was hot through the fabric and the head was a bit wider, kinda saucer-shaped. The outer edge of the head stuck out further than the shaft and was softer.
She let out a sharp moan and jabbed her prick upwards.
I yelped and pulled my hand back, pre still leaking from my shaft. There was now a wet spot on her skirt.
She laughed. "Ramda's got a bit more control than me. If we don't stop here, we'll never get around to the tour. How about we put this on pause and pick it back up in a couple hours?"
I nodded, still distracted by her amazing prick. No matter how much I tried to visualize it, I wasn't sure what sort of cock she had and I needed to know. The only other time I'd felt this nervous and awesome was when I was on the bridge of Ramda's ship.
"Good, now you're going to have to help me not get too worked up or we'll never make it through the tour. We've got about two and a half hours before a maintenance bot does the flooring and I want to be able to show you all my favorite stuff before then," she said.
"I'll try," I said. For the first time in my life, I didn't trust myself not to flirt. At the same time I had this idea I wanted to flirt, but no idea how to do it even though she’d already offered sex.
"Are you going to eat the rest of your sandwich? I'm thinking I want one more, so you don't have to rush or anything," she said. The fact she was acting normal while seven inches of her length were still pushing up her skirt was throwing me off.
I blinked. "Oh? This? I'll save it for later."
Opening a pork banh mi, she said, "Have I made you nervous or do you not like the food?"
"You didn't make me nervous, I'm always nervous. And it tastes good."
She put a hand softly on my shoulder. "It's okay if you're nervous, hon. I was nervous a lot of the time before I figured out I was trans."
My chest tightened. Why was I so tense all of sudden? "Did you figure it out recently?"
"Nah, I suspected I was trans since I was eighteen, but going full female didn't seem like the right direction. A few years ago, I got up the courage to come out as a trans herm. And that's when things got way better," she said.
"What helped you figure that out?"
"Herm camgirls and then a hookup with Ramda when she was in town. We actually first met in a camgirl's live chat." She chuckled.
"Whoa, really?" I was dumbfounded. I'd seen herm camgirls online, but never interacted with them.
She nodded, chewing her sandwich. Once she swallowed, she beamed a smile at me. "It was on one of Pink Fawxxx's live streams. We were both trying to get her to hit on a massive dragon herm at the party she was at. Then we started hitting on each other."
"That's really cute," I said. "Did she hit on the dragon?"
She drank some water and then said, "Oh boy did she. They had one of the most epic herm on herm romps ever caught on film and have been friends ever since. Ever since then, Pink will randomly chat with me and Ramda online. It often devolves into us sharing nudes because we’re a bad influence on each other."
"She sounds like a cool person," I said.
"Yeah, she's probably my favorite celebrity. Sometimes, she has expensive tastes and forgets where she came from, but her heart's in the right place and she works hard to make things right if she makes a mistake." Ezzie got up off the couch. "I'm gonna pop the rest of the sandwiches in the fridge. Don't let me forget to send you home with half of them."
"I won't. I'm sure I’ll be hungry once my stomach stops being dumb." I wrapped up the half of my sandwich that I didn't eat and handed it to her before she went over to the fridge.
After putting them in, she closed the fridge door and said, "Let's start the tour!"
END OF CHAPTER 4
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