This story contains adult material. if you're under legal age where
you live, or you are offended by materials that alludes to sex and
sexual practices, you should stop reading before the dotted line
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Title: Lemonade Paradise
Genre: almost all of them. F-solo, FF, MF, MFF, MFFF, MF+ (you get the
idea), mast, solo, exhib, voy, ws, panties, cd/tv/tg (not by choice,
mind you), ScFi, humor, oral, alien, bi, and many rather
embarrassing situation.
Genres it's NOT part of: BSDM, bondage, pedo, inc(though debatable),
violence, nc, rape, tentacles, scat, and
anything else that's non-consensual, violent,
and hurts people. THERE IS NO CHILD PORNOGRAPHY
in my stories.
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note: if you're looking for a quick thrill, go rent yourself a video. but if
you're looking for a good read (with interesting implications and accursed
alliteration) then this is the one for you.
p.s. don't worry about all the silly galactic stuff. it'll be gone before
you know it.
Please read the README that should be included with this file for more
information.
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Copyrights
The story, and the characters here in this story is purely fictional;
any similarity to actual persons and/or events are strictly coincidental.
If you would like to borrow one of the characters from Lemonade
Paradise to work with, please contact me first. As long as you
adhere to the guidelines given in the readme. (if you didn't get the
readme with this story, there's a chance that this isn't the story
I originally wrote) there should be no problem.
I would like to know what you're doing with them though.
You can re-distribute this story to your friends and family as long
as it is not altered in anyway, electronically or otherwise, and that
this complete read me is included.
This story can not be included in any compilation or website without
express permission from me. If you think my story is good enough
to be put on your website, then at least take the effort to contact
me.
please send all requests and comments to lemonadeparadise@playful.com
Don't try to practice these customs on this planet (Earth). There are
all sorts of nasty health and sanitary issues that will complicate
your life. As you know, the people of Lemonade Paradise go through
extensive medical examinations monthly to ensure their health.
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Table of Contents:
Act Eleven: Enter Melissa, or How I ended up squashed between two women and got
licked by Kylin a second time
Act Twelve: The Machine, or How Ginelle enjoyed herself
Act Thirteen: The Machine II, or How Ginelle cleaned herself up
Act Fourteen: The Exchange, or How I creamed myself watching girls
Act Fifteen: The Alien Washroom, or How I tried to clean myself up before Kylin notices
p.s. The stories are meant to be read in sequence. please don't jump around
just because one of the acts were boring; if you start hoping around,
you'll be more tempted to do so as time goes on.
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Act Eleven
The door slid open, and true to her word, Kylin was sitting on a bench
across the hallway. With her was a brown haired girl, with two long bangs
that delicately framed either side of her face, and the rest of the hair
tied back to a long ponytail that almost reached her waist. a blue one
piece dress, with short sleeves and a frilly white colour adorned the rest
of her body.
it must take at least two hours to wash that hair, I thought, but what was
that about the head councillor said about not having to wash hair
yourself?
Kylin looked up and saw me. She smiled, and grabbed the other girl's
hand. Kylin led her to me. "hi! see? told you she wasn't mean," Kylin
said, "this is Melissa."
"er ..." Melissa may not be as pretty as Kylin, but she's a pretty close
second. Melissa also seemed to have filled out her dress a bit better
than Kylin also .... As usual, my mind went blank. "um ..."
"hi! nice to meet you," Melissa bowed from her hip ... it seems that
bowing is the way to greet people on this planet. I was just about ready
to bow when Melissa suddenly leapt up to close the distance between us,
took my head by both hands, and kissed me on both cheeks. the momentum of
her leap took me by surprise, (as well as her kisses, which were
surprisingly wet), and I fell back. Which was fine, except that the head
councillor was behind me, and the three of us fell down.
"Até!" Kylin cried
that fall didn't hurt at all ... I thought ... actually, it was kind of
mushy ... hey..this mush was pretty warm? I raised my head, and I
realized that I had landed on the head councillors bosoms. the fabric of
her dress was very silky and thin, allowing the warmth of her body to
travel through easily.
oh boy, I though gloomily. my nose suddenly erupted in a fury of blood,
and I completely ruined the head councillors dress, soaking it in warm,
sticky blood. Kylin ran to my side to help me up, but my ribs were
complaining the new attack that Melissa had so thoughtfully provided
"Melissa!" Kylin scolded as she helped Melissa up, "I forgot to tell you,
the new girl has 3 broken ribs that are barely healed!" Kylin knelt down
beside me, her dress still speckled with by earlier eruption from my nose.
"I'm so sorry, Até, I didn't tell her." her eyes started to water again.
oh boy, I thought, I quickly raised my hand to touch her face, hoping that
she wouldn't cry.
she did anyways. she held my hand to her face and started to use it to rub
her tears away. I guess this is the way this world works, I thought, I'd
better start reading up on the customs before I REALLY embarrass myself
*note: you should read the notes too. you wouldn't want to embarrass
yourself, now, would you?
a teardrop dribbled from her chin, and fell on her top, the drop making a
slight stain close to the apex of her bosom. without hesitation, she took
my hand, and started rubbing it at the spot. the fabric of her dress was
no different than the head councillors, and I easily felt her erect nipple
greeting me with its perky punctuation of the fabric. her soft, sensual
breast was a little too much for me to handle.
I passed out. "Até!" Kylin exclaimed. "Até!"
When I woke up, I was lying on the head councillor's couch, thankfully.
Kylin was sitting on a stool beside me, her concerned eyes staring at me
intently for any sign of movement. the head councillor was talking to
Kylin.
" ... and another thing, try not to touch him so much. from the place he
came from, human contact is minimal. he's not use to it, and that's most
likely why he keeps on passing out." The head councillor knows the real
reason why I passed out, since she scanned my brain, but I guess this is
as good a reason as any to persuade Kylin not to shock me like that.
Kylin nodded gravely. "I'll try, head councillor," she replied, "but that
sounds like such a lonely way of life."
am I lonely? I asked myself,
I'm not lonely, I replied, I've got many friends who enjoys my company and
values me as a friend, and I've always got someone to talk with when I'm
down. I asked so many girls to the fall dance, and even though none of
them said they could come, it was because they had very valid reasons to.
Imagine, all those girls actually thought about going to the dance with
me!
oh who are you kidding?! another voice cut in, none of the wanted to go
with you! it was a very good thing that the fall dance was strictly
couples, and you couldn't go by yourself. they probably all had dates
already, and just didn't want to go with YOU. and all your other friends
just use you! oh Até, would you mind picking up this package for me? oh
Até would you mind helping me clean out my car? oh sorry Até, I
completely forgot about picking you up. oh sorry Até, I have to go, my
girlfriend and her friends want me to go to the HyperStore with them.
all this, and the thought of being stuck here on this planet, never to see
home again, was too much for me. I started to cry again.
"of course, head councillor," Kylin said, "I'll be with him for the week
until he has to live with .... oh Até! you're crying! are you okay?"
I tried to stop the flood of tears, but it just wouldn't stop. I was
exhausted, my ribs hurt, and I was alone, so alone ...
"oh Até," Kylin said, as her face got close to mine, "don't cry.
everything is going to be alright, okay? Kylin isn't going to let
anything bad happen to you."
I was expecting her to wipe away my tears with her hand, just like she did
with her tears and my hand. but I guess I am starting to get use to this
planet; expect the unexpected. she hovered closer, and started to lick
my tears away with her warm, moist tongue.
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Act Twelve
"Kylin!" said the head councillor, "please try to remember what I said."
"oh right!", giggled Kylin, who quickly released me and stood back. I
tried to get up, but I just didn't have the strength anymore.
"oh Kylin," the head councillor, "do help him up."
"I don't understand this at all," Kylin pouts. she is SO cute when she
pouts. "first you don't want me to touch her, then you want me to. make
up your mind!"
the head councillor looked at her quizzically.
"no Kylin," the head councillor replied, trying not to smile, "just don't
show her things that you learned in the school okay?"
"okay," Kylin smiled brightly, and helped me up. she reached down and
smoothed my wrinkled skirt. that reminds me.
"er, head councillor ma'am? I don't suppose you have a pair of pants I
can have?" I asked. I hope there is, because the skirt is driving me
nuts. it was the only thing I could wear (unless I want to parade around
in underwear .. and not just any underwear; panties. from what Kylin
tells me, there is no boxers or briefs even that I can have. I don't have
any choice here.), and the slight draft that comes up my legs (my shaved
legs now, thanks to Kylin) is rather distracting.
"no, Até," she replied. seeing my disappointed face, she quickly added,
"there are no garments that you are thinking of on this planet, and
remember what I said about fitting in?"
"yes, head councillor," I replied. if I don't fit in, I'll overstay my
welcome, and the four-fingered natives on this planet will get nasty on
me.
"Até," the head councillor said as she got up. it looked like she didn't
clean off the nosebleed from her dress yet, and the thin (and probably
porous) material was starting to stick to her skin, revealing her rather
well rounded body and two little fellows who are standing on guard. "would
you mind waiting outside for a moment? I need to talk with Kylin about a
few more arrangements. it won't be long."
"oh," I said, getting up with Kylin's help, "of course. and I'm very
sorry about ruining your dress."
"what?" the head councillor said. she looked down, and for the first time
realized that her top was soaked and clinging and I could see the details
quite clearly. "haha, I didn't even notice! you don't become the three
time 2CH champion without having some tolerance"
2CH? what's that? I thought as I got to the doorway. the door opened,
and Melissa was there. instinctively, I shrank back away from her.
Melissa reached out and held me with both arms. "I'm sorry, outlander, I
did not realize that you were injured before. please, let me help you to
the bench." she put on arm around me and half-carried me over to the
bench. this planet is going to take some getting use to.
there was an awkward silence after we sat down. I didn't know what to
say; my mind simply does not function in the presence of such a beautiful
girl. she was embarrassed about having tackled me on the floor, which led
me to nosebleed all over the head councillors dress. I took this time to
read the notes the head councillor gave me *note: this is the LAST hint
I'm going to give you. read the bloody notes! it's not like it's that
long or anything, and it'll definitely add some spice to the whole story.
"um," Melissa asked shyly, "would you mind if I braided your hair?" my
short hair was now past my shoulders, thanks to the head councillors hair
growth gadget. I had been unconsciously brushing hair away from my eyes
while I read.
before I could reply, I was distracted by a girl walking past where we
sat. she was tall, and her blue hair (BLUE?!) was tied back into two
separate braids, which were also braided into a greater pattern. she was
wearing a top that didn't quite cover her navel, and a blue skirt that
ended around her knees, not unlike mine. she was simply stupendous.
I must have looked really strange, my mouth gaping open, and me simply
staring at her. I just mutely nodded, and Melissa turned me sideways so
that she could work on my hair. now, I had a perfect view of this tall
beauty walking away from us.
the tall beauty stopped in front of this stool like device. it was
trapezoid in shape, and the top was covered in a sort of fur/carpeting.
with a smoothed, practiced motion, she reached under her skirt, removed
her panties, (which were white, if you were wondering) and got on the
machine.
she sat on top, allowing her long legs to rest on the slant. two foot
straps appeared from mechanized openings and she put her feet in. the
straps kept her legs together. she pressed a few buttons on the side and
waited. she turned her head, saw me, and smiled. I weakly waved back.
I wonder what that machine does, I thought, maybe it's a shoe polishing
machine. then why did she take off her panties? I have a bad feeling
about this ....
the machine started to hum. a boardlike device came out of the machine to
support her back. it looked like she was sitting on a throne, slightly
raised off the ground and with back support.
slowly, her face changed to this dreamy look. her eyes rolled up, and her
mouth was agape in delight. she closed her eyes, and started to moan
slightly. she tried to move up and down, but the foot straps prevented her
from doing so. whatever the
machine was doing, she most certainly appeared to be enjoy herself.
I was too entranced to look away. she started to lean back. the board
that supported her back appeared to be flexible, and moved back with her.
she put one of her (FOUR) fingers to her mouth and bit down on it, so she
wouldn't make that much noise. her eyes were still closed tightly. her
breathing was definitely rapid, as her breasts moved in synch with it.
er. .. it looked like she was masturbating, or at least being masturbated
to. slowly, the leg straps brought her legs further and further apart,
until they were comfortably placed to the side of the machine.
she leaned back further, and the machine prevented her from falling. she
flipped her skirt up, and you will never believe what I saw.
her crotch was completely hairless (I guess that's what Kylin offered to
do; shave me down there too), and she was sitting over this hole. a very
flexible device, looking like a tongue, was lapping her intimate regions.
she must have been very wet, because the device was glistening with
moisture.
I was so shocked I wasn't even aroused. a clinical voice of detachment
seemed to be in my mind. no wonder she took off her panties, the voice
said, or else she would have gotten them wet. that would not be good.
it was a good thing the top of the machine was fur covered, or else her
bare bottom would have been very cold on the machine. oh look, her juices
are starting to leak off the device and on to the floor. someone should
clean that up before they slip on it and fall.
finally, the tall beauty took her panties and put them in her mouth,
hoping to stop her from making too much noise. suddenly, she held on to
the machine with both hands, stiffened, arching her back. a rush of her
juices came forth, some making a splash on the floor. she kept on
shuddering for a while, before finally releasing the machine.
the machines slowly brought her legs back together. she took the panties
out of her mouth, (well, so much for that idea, the voice said, now
they're wet anyways)
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Act Thirteen
she took the panties in her hand and wiped her hairless crotch dry first.
then she took the semi-wet panties and wiped the sweat off her face. (why
she did it in that order, I do not know why.) then the tall beauty looked
down and saw the puddles that her juices made. sheepishly, she got down
and cleaned up the mess she made on the floor. she looked at me and made
a face, sticking her tongue half out in embarrassment. she finished wiping
the mess and stood up, and wrung the panties over the hole that was on
top of the machine.
then she did the strangest thing I've ever seen. she put her panties back
on; the panties that was wet with her juices, saliva and sweat. like it
was the most natural thing to do.
"hi, Ginny!" said Melissa, looking up from the braiding of my hair
"hi, Lisa!" said Ginelle, I guess, the tall beauty who just orgasmed no
more than ten feet from where I was.
Ginny walked over to us. Melissa and I stood up as she approached. She
smelt a mix of sweat, perfume and the orgasm she just had before,
tickling my nose. She didn't smell bad at all! She reached over and
kissed Melissa on the lips. when they finally released each other, they
separated, a thin string of sticky saliva connecting their extended
tongues
"oh," Melissa said, "where are my manners? This is Até, a newcomer here.
This is Ginelle, my sister." my eyes bulged out of my sockets.
"yes," Ginelle smiled, "we live together with this other girl, Kylin.
She's the one who was taking care of you before, remember? she's our
other sister."
I stared at Ginelle in horror. "you mean ... you three were born from the
same mother?" Now that Ginelle mentioned it, Kylin did look a bit like
Melissa ... but Ginelle doesn't look like either one
Melissa and Ginelle looked at each other, and started to laugh. Ginelle
stopped first, "oh I'm sorry, outlander. I forgot you do not know our
ways. We are sisters because we live together, and share the same bed.
actually, only Melissa and Kylin are sisters; they were twins."
I quickly looked down at the copy of cultural notes that the head
councillor gave me. I guess I didn't get to that part yet.
The door slid open and Kylin came out. "Ginny!" Kylin exclaimed,
launching herself at Ginelle much like Melissa did to me earlier. unlike
me, Ginelle did not fall, rather, she took the momentum of Kylin's jump
and swung her around like a child, all the while kissing her on both
cheeks. (I'll have to practice that a lot of I'm going to get it right, I
thought gloomily) now that Kylin is here, Melissa does look a lot like
her.
"Até!" Kylin was about to launch herself at me, but stopped, remembering
the head councillors warning, "don't touch him, or show him what you've
learnt at the school" (Act 12, if you skipped it, shame on you)
Kylin said to the other two, "Até is going to be staying with me for a
while, at least until he gets settled down, okay? those were the high
councillors orders. she said since that she is most familiar with me, I
should be the one showing her around, and ... " (ugh, this change in
articles is going to take some time to get use to ... )
Ginelle smiled, "yes, little one, we get your point."
Kylin smiled brightly, "oh wonderful! are you hungry, Até? you missed
dinner! why don't we go get something to eat?" before I could reply, she
hooked her arm to mine, and led me down the hallway.
"you girls can clean yourselves without me for a while, right?" Kylin
yelled behind her.
"we'll try to manage without you, little one," Ginelle replied, "but you
know it's always hard without you."
just when I was starting to calm down, that dry, detached voice cut in
again. remember, the voice said, in imitation of the high councillor's
voice, cleaning is the art of helping others achieve orgasms. I started
to react again, and my panties started to bulge out. hopefully it won't
show through my skirt. at least the food will be normal ... I hope ....
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Act Fourteen
The cafeteria was surprisingly clean, considering what was going on in
there.
There were a pair of girls, cheerfully licking ice-cream and chocolate
syrup off another girl's breasts, giggling and trying not to let the
ice-cream spill off her skin and onto her dress. another pair was trying
to arrange whipped cream into a picture that incorporated the nipples of
the girl lying down. a third, just finishing their meal of pasta, was
merrily cleaning her hot "plate"; a pair naked breasts.
my erection is DEFINITELY showing, I thought. the thin fabric of the
panties I was wearing was threatening to give way, and there was most
likely a huge bulge showing through my knee-long skirt.
"er, Kylin?" I asked my companion
"yes?" Kylin looked up and smiled at me, her arm still hooked to mine
"what is there to eat here?" I managed to mutter out. my mind doesn't
function when I'm around pretty girls, and especially not in a cafeteria
of frolicking half-naked girls
"oh! here, sit down at this table and I'll bring you some menus okay?"
Kylin suggested, leading me to the only empty table left. though there
weren't that many people in the cafeteria, most of the tables were
occupied because a topless girl was lying on top, serving her patrons with
food right off her breasts.
"er okay ..." I hope she doesn't bring me one of those hot "plate"s, cuz
the way I am right now, I'm either going to ruin her panties I'm wearing,
or nosebleed all over the place.
after she left to get menus, I was afraid to touch myself; with all this
stimuli, the merest touch would be enough to set me off. I just sat down
and tried not to think about it. the moans in the background, of course
didn't help at all, and neither did the incredibly soft fabric of the
panties, rubbing ever so subtly against me.
two girls came in and looked around. one was a tall brown haired girl,
with her hair tied back in a bopping ponytail. the other was a shorter
red haired girl, with cascading curls that flow down her shoulders. both
of them were very attractive. (oh please oh please oh please, don't come
towards me, I don't know your customs yet..!! I was also scared to read
more about it because some of the stuff in there is pretty naughty) but
of course, my life being the way it is, they walk towards me.
"is it okay if we borrow your table for a moment?" the brown haired one
asked. I mutely nodded, hoping that it didn't go against their customs or
make them angry with me. I don't like it when I'm a burden to someone
else.
"thanks," the red-haired one smiled sweetly at me. they both put their
bags on the table for a moment. red hair reached down and pulled off her
panties in one swift motion, just like Ginelle did. the other did the
same. (uh-oh, I thought. I hope I don't have to do anything cuz I have
NO idea how)
the brown haired one did the same, and now they both had their panties in
their hands. "sorry," the red-haired one said sheepishly, "I started early
so they're not that wet"
"that's okay," the brown haired one said, smiling, "at least I know you
thought about me during class." they exchanged panties and put them on.
browntail wiped her hand on her top, leaving behind wet fingerprints,
while red hair licked her fingers clean. "I'll see you next recess"
this was just a bit too much for me. I blew out, squirting through the
panties Kylin gave me to wear. Thankfully, the skirt caught most of it,
and none of it spilt on the floor.
the brown haired one looked at me intently. "are you okay? you have this
weird look on your face."
I gulped. "er ... yes, I'm fine. I'm just ..er ... injured my ribs, that's
all"
"oh dear," red hair said, "do you need me to call a nurse?"
"nonono!" I waved my hand in negation, perhaps a bit too fast, "it's
alright." what would Jacinthe think when she finds out that it's not blood
OR urine this time?
"okay, well take care of yourself okay?" brown haired came and kissed me on
the forehead, "and thanks for letting us use your table." Red hair did the
same. then they turned around and left
"what was that all about?" Kylin suddenly said. I didn't know she was
behind me then.
"oh no, er .. nothing! they just wanted to er .. borrow the table, that's
all!"
"oh okay then." she smiled sweetly and sat down, handing me a menu.
the wet gooey mess that I was sitting on was starting to spread.
thankfully, I was sitting on my skirt, so hopefully it won't stain the
chair. I hope Kylin can't smell it. I thought. I opened the menu and
took a look.
I flipped through a couple of pages
"Where's the beef?" I said to Kylin
"be-ef? what's that?" she asked
oh boy. "you know ... meat?"
"meat? I'm not sure I know what that is ... do you mean beets?"
"nono, meat ... like ... flesh of dead animal?"
she stared at me and smiled. then her smile turned into a laugh, which
she unsuccessfully tried to hold back. when she finally stopped, she put
her hand on mine and said, "oh, outlander, I'm sorry I laughed at you.
what you are talking about is the sacrificial meal of the gods. we only
have that during the solstice festival."
oh boy, so now I'm stuck on a planet of orgasm-loving girls with eternal
youth vegetarians. this reminds me of that Kelorion girl I asked to the
fall dance, and she didn't want to go because she said we were going to
feast on the flesh of poor animals there. well, there were vegetarian
meals there too, I retorted, but she didn't want to be with people who
partook the flesh of innocent creatures. I guess I was relieved that she
didn't slap me or call me gross like the Kelorion girl did.
I've had worse, I guess, I mentally sighed. "how about this? I'll have
the autumn blessing here," I pointed it to her in the menu. hopefully it
doesn't come on a 'hot plate'. which reminds me, "er, Kylin? I need to
use the washroom."
"oh, I'm sorry!" Kylin got up quickly and helped me up, "I should have
thought of that myself." she helped me to this doorway across the hall.
the goopy, oozing liquid slowing ran down my inner thigh. I hope no one
else noticed.
"do you remember where our table is?" Kylin's concerned eyes met mine
I nodded. "okay," she said, "I'll meet you back at the table okay? I'll
go order while you're going." she turned around and went back, leaving me
alone to brave this ordeal.
the automatic door sensed my coming and opened for me.
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Act Fifteen
The mere sight of it almost made me faint dead away.
It was a large room made of white, pristine porcelain tiles, not unlike the
washrooms we had back home. but there were a few alterations, so it
seems.
Like the men's washroom back on my planet, the women's washroom had no
walls or stalls; they were just out in the open. a few girls were on the
toilets, doing their business. thankfully, their dresses covered what
they were doing.
in the far corner, there was a curtain. it was a shower, and the
silhouette told me that there were two girls in there then, one washing
the other's long waist long hair. I guess the head councillor was right
about not having to wash your own hair.
in the other wall, opposite to the row of sinks (at least we have that in
common), was another one of those machines that Ginelle used. (Act 12.
if you didn't read it, shame on you)
but that's not my problem right now. my ejaculate was dribbling down my
inner thigh, and the panties and skirt that Kylin gave for me to wear is
wet with it. I can't possibly give it back to her in this condition! what
will she think?
I quickly went to one of the open toilets at the end of the row (furthest
from the nearest girl who was doing her business. actually, she was
listening to headphones that seem to have no connection, her head bopping
up and down to the rhythm of the music) and looked.
there was no toilet paper.
how do people on this planet clean themselves?
on one side, I saw a tray three seashells (no! not the three seashells)
and on the other, there was a console, just at the right height for a
person sitting down to access. I might as well, I thought, I arranged my
skirt, and sat down on the warm, cushioned toilet.
almost immediately, a pair of headphones came down from the ceiling, held
by a pair of robotic hands, and placed them squarely on my head. a soft,
female voice came through.
"welcome student. please choose the method of cleaning from the console
now."
three buttons flashed on the console, labeled 1, 2, and 2a. I didn't know
which one to pick, so I chose 1.
"thank you, and please select one of the options for your listening
pleasure."
the console flashed again, with a myriad of icons. I didn't know which
one to choose!
"please select one of the options for your listening pleasure."
I guess it won't give me toilet paper until I chose or something, so I
chose the one with a graduation hat, hoping that it won't be anything that
bad. (at least not as bad as the one with the two bare breasts and
nipples)
"please choose from the following list of course identifiers."
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME TOILET PAPER HERE?!
I choose EMN128, hoping that it wasn't anything bad.
"thank you. your request is being processed."
the lights all disappeared from the console, and only two lights remained;
the options of "clean me" and "I'm done" I quickly pressed the button
(clean me)
"error in processing. this unit is not equipped to clean fabrics.
please use the XC-F series."
oh no! I don't know what those look like. I tried to get up
"error. you are not done."
grr.... I pressed the (I'm done) button
"error. you are not cleaned."
what?! what do I have to do?!! can't clean fabrics...? oh no.
I leaned back a bit and took off my spoilt panties, still wet with my
oozing juices. I sat back down. thankfully, my long dress hid my crotch,
and the girls didn't notice that I wasn't one of them.
(clean me)
"error. you have not processed your waste. I detected no waste, liquid
or otherwise, passing through my sensors."
oh boy, this is getting annoying! what can I do? I lifted up my skirt a
bit, hoping that no one noticed. Headphone girl was still listening to
whatever she was, and the shower girls were giggling a bit too much to pay
attention to me. I wiped off the big piece of goo from my skirt and
reaching down between my legs, I wrung my panties, hoping that my goo
would constitute as whatever they considered "waste".
"thank you for using this unit. you will now be cleaned."
finally! I thought
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Will our hero finally figure out how to use the alien washroom? Will
the other girls around the room figure out that he's a guy? and
what about Kylin? These, and other questions about every day life
in Lemonade Paradise will be answered.
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Sneak Peek:
Act Sixteen: The Cleaning, or How Kylin came at the worst possible moment
Act Seventeen: The Baths, or How I learned about taste
Act Eighteen: The Bed, or How Kylin accidentally exposed herself
Act Nineteen: The Morning, or How Kylin wet my hand.
Act Twenty: The Gambit, or How I couldn't reach my panties
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