“I can’t…can’t…I don’t…” Gaze was trying to say, but he couldn’t finish his thought.
“Fuckin’ hilarious,” Bound gasped, still rumbling laughter. “Can’t…stop!”
“It’s too…too much!” Lexi managed to get out. She was laughing so hard her belly hurt—she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so incredibly happy for no reason. It was almost like a feeling from childhood—an emotion so pure and true, she didn’t have to try to explain it—she just went with it.
They all laughed non-stop for almost two minutes, which was surprisingly exhausting. Gradually, however, their laughter began to taper off to snorts and giggles and sighs.
“Oh!” Lexi gasped, wiping at her eyes. “Oh, my stomach hurts. I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard!”
“It’s like a fuckin’ ab work out,” Bound agreed, pressing a hand to his own flat stomach.
“It really is,” Gaze agreed. He took a deep breath as though to clear his head and straightened up. “I don’t see anyone who matches Mistress Pricklethorn’s description around here. I think we should move on to the next fountain before we inhale anymore of the ‘happy gas.’”
“You’re right,” Lexi agreed. “I don’t think my stomach could take anymore!”
Carefully avoiding the other yellow smoke bubbles that were floating in their direction, they made their way around the dance floor to the next Dream Gas fountain. This one was much easier to get to, because there were far fewer people crowded around it, so Lexi was able to see the fountain itself.
It was just a jagged crack in the stone wall, about a meter high. The crack was emitting bubbles filled with dark blue smoke that wafted slowly through the air in shimmering shapes.
“What kind of Dream Gas is this, do you think?” Lexi asked, frowning.
“Whatever it is, it doesn’t seem nearly as exciting as the yellow stuff,” Bound growled.
Which was true, Lexi thought. The people who had been crowded around the happy gas fountain had been laughing and giggling hysterically. The ones who breathed in the blue gas bubbles had sad looks on their faces—some were even crying or sobbing.
“I think this must be some kind of sad gas,” Gaze remarked. “And since I don’t see anyone who looks like Mistress Pricklethorn, I think we should move on.”
“Agreed,” Bound said, batting a blue cube carefully away from his face. “C’mon—let’s go.”
They made their way through the crowds to several more fountains—the most popular ones were in the corners but there were smaller ones along the sides of the room, Lexi found. At the fountain where orange bubbles were coming out, people were shouting and pushing each other angrily and the fountain that had dark gray bubbles coming out of it had people moping around it looking depressed—they avoided both of those as well.
Further along the room, Lexi saw a Dream Gas fountain where bubbles filled with red smoke were drifting out. The people surrounding this fountain appeared to be driven into a frenzy of lust. As she watched, a Mistress and her bodyslave both inhaled bubbles filled with red smoke and then began ripping each other’s clothes off. They fell on the ground, kissing violently and moaning.
But that wasn’t the most shocking thing on display. Lexi was even more stunned to see several bodyslaves actually mounting their Mistresses and penetrating them with their bare shafts!
“Thought that was against the law here on Yonnie Six,” Bound growled, as they watched a Mistress with bright orange hair fall to her hands and knees as her bodyslave pulled out his shaft and thrust it deep into her quivering pussy from behind.
“Harder, Hurn!” she was moaning as he pounded into her. “Fuck me harder! I need you in me deep!”
“I guess it’s not against the law if you’re under the influence of Dream Gas,” Gaze murmured.
“I…I guess not,” Lexi breathed. She knew it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from the spectacle of the Mistress and her bodyslave rutting right there on the glowing green dance floor.
What would that be like, she wondered? To bare yourself so shamelessly and beg to be penetrated? What would it feel like to have a thick, male shaft slamming into your pussy, filling you up, thrusting so deep?
She had no idea but she was ashamed to admit to herself that the question sent a tingle of desire to the tips of her breasts and the place between her legs. She couldn’t help remembering the feeling of two hot mouths on her bare flesh, lapping and sucking and circling…
“I’d say we’d better avoid this area,” Gaze said, batting a red smoke-filled sphere away. “None of us is ready for this.”
“Not yet, anyway,” Bound muttered obliquely, as they moved away from the lust fountain.
Lexi wanted to ask what that was supposed to mean but as she turned to him, a rectangular bubble filled with soft pink smoke floated right up to her and popped unexpectedly in her face.