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 Six: the Four Fingers, or How I can't call home
Act Seven: The Head Councillor, or How I can't go home
Act Eight: My sister is missing, or Why I still can't go home.
Act Nine:The Orgasm School, or How I got enrolled in an Orgasm School.
Act Ten: The Complete Transformation, or How the Head Councillor is tried to
help me
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. I do admit that the
history that the head councillor will talk about is pretty boring, but
it helps to build the story; you know ... I'll make it up in the next
installment of Lemonade Paradise.
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Act Six
"WOT?!" I said, raising up, I must have look liked a complete maniac.
"shh, calm down," Jacinthe said, "I know you are confused now, but the
head councillor will set everything right."
"Head councillor? where is he? I want to see him!"
"hehe," giggled Kylin, "no silly, the proper article is 'she' and 'her'."
"please," I said, ignoring her correction, "I need to see the head
councillor."
"of course," Jacinthe helped me up and off the bed. She was wearing the
same immaculate uniform that she had when I first saw her. I'm taking a
closer look now. she is taller than Kylin and me (I am around the same
height as Kylin) mainly due to her longer legs. her golden bangs are tied
back by a clip, and the longer tresses caught by a ponytail. she has the
reddest pupils I've ever seen.
Red eyes?! I quickly gave a nonchalant glance at her hands.
FOUR FINGERS again. what's going on here?
Escorted and helped by Jacinthe and Kylin, I made it to the doorway. I
stepped out. the air was surprisingly fresh and clean. there were no
smells of combustion engines that I was so use to, or pollutants from
industry ... what sort of world is this?
the hallway was like a long balcony that stretched along the whole side of
the building, with stone blocks acting as protective fencing. It had a
definite medieval feel to it. (hah! I remember my planetary history and
architecture as well). we had to be at least 5 floors off the ground.
There were trees and greenery as far as the eye could see.
that's impossible, I thought, any planet would have used its natural
resources by now, or sold it to the highest bidder..!!
to the far horizon I saw the towers of an advanced city. Skyscrapers
rising from the forest below like an oasis. I felt homesick.
"please," I said to Jacinthe, "I need an intspa"
"int-spa?" Jacinthe pronounced each syllable like it was foreign to her.
"oh! you want to go to a spa?" Kylin added brightly, "I'll come with you
if you want. I know a wonderful one with mud baths and saunas and ... "
"nonono," I shook my head, "an intspa ... inter space call?"
"inter space?" Jacinthe was still puzzled
"oh!" Kylin exclaimed, "I know there's a nice place for shopping we can go
later ..!! we can ... "
"it's okay it's okay .. " I said. I was a bit frustrated that they didn't
understand me, but I didn't mind Kylin talking though. she has a nice
voice.
People, or should I say, girls passed us as we walked down the hallway.
Some stared at me, at my short hair, and at my bulky legs. at least my
legs are shaved, I thought. but true to Kylin's word, I did not see a
single person wearing pants. everybody had dresses or skirts on. the
skirts were of moderate length, like mine, very close to my knees. there
weren't any dresses over the knees here.
Eventually, we reached the door of the head councillor. her door was just
like any other door, which was surprising, because I thought for sure the
big boss woman is going to deck her door out in gold or something.
"here you are," said Jacinthe, "we can't go inside, because she wants to
talk with you alone."
"I've never seen the head councillor before," Kylin added, "but I heard
she's a really nice person. don't be scared okay?" she squeezed my hand,
"I'll be back to meet you when you're done okay?" she gave me an
encouraging smile, and knocked on the door.
"come in," a surprisingly young voice came in reply.
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Act Seven
I went inside the room. the room was nicely furnished, with a table with
oaken finish, a comfortable couch, and the usual bookshelves. what WAS
different was the woman, or should I say girl, who sat behind the table.
She did not appear any older than 16.
she smiled at me. "please, sit down, outworlder."
bemused, I sat down. there is a strange sensation on my thighs as they
hit the cold leather below. I am DEFINITELY not use to wearing a skirt.
"before you speak, please, hear me out. I know that you have an urge to
go home right now, and that's most likely the only thing you're thinking
about. but listen to my story first, and perhaps I can change your mind."
she stood up and started pacing around. she was wearing a long-sleeve one
piece dress that covered her from neck to toe. "you have most likely
noticed that the only people here are girls. I, and I alone, know that
you are a male. no, before you speak, I must explain the situation here
to you."
"On this planet, only 1 out of every 100000 child is male. because of
this ratio, this is a matriarchal society. for convenience, everyone is
referred to in the female gender. don't worry, there ARE other males
beside you."
"and yes, unlike the people here, I have heard of the male gender. as you
see," she held up her hand, "I have five fingers, like you."
"hey! you do!" I exclaimed.
"you see," she continued, "I am the sole survivor from the first ever
crash on this planet when I was 16. I knew this because the elders then
had never seen anyone with 5 fingers before. when I woke up, I insisted
on being sent back home. unfortunately, the people here have no concept
of space travel at all. they don't even acknowledge the idea that other
planets exist. my entire ship sank to the bottom of the ocean, and they
found me floating on the sea. I was going to die of cold, so they fed me
the fruit of eternal youth."
"that's right, you heard me, the fruit of eternal youth. that's why the
low male birthrate isn't that much of a problem; it takes a long time for
people to die out, and the chances of fertilization and pregnancy is
slim."
"and if I know my years right, my friend," she looked at me, her eyes
reflecting the wisdom that no child would know, "I have been stranded here
for the last 150 years."
"150 years?!" I exclaimed
"yes ... and because there are no males, there is no crimes of aggression,
like murder ... and because they've had a good time now without war to
settle down and plan out everything, there is no poor people or anything.
it's like the perfect utopia society. everybody has enough of what they
want, and they are motivated to better the entire society. they know that
money is to be spent, food is to be shared, and nature is to be enjoyed
the three things that anyone needs; food, shelter, and companionship, is
freely offered in this society. there is no hate or greed, but genuine
love and happiness."
"this is what I want to talk with you about. I'm sure you would like to
go home."
"yes," I said, my throat caught on the words. 150 years?! "ma'am." I
added
"and this is precisely the reason why I must not allow you to go back, for
you see, you too have eaten the fruit of eternal youth."
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Act Eight
"what?!" I exclaimed.
she came over and sat down beside me, her small body nestled against mine,
"yes, it was the only way to save you. otherwise you would've been
killed." she said. "you do understand, do you not?"
I guess that's what we all want at one point in our lives, a chance to
live forever ...? I haven't really given much thought as to what I was
going to do with my life ... but ..
she said, "before you get upset, let me explain this to you."
"There is a actually a part of your brain that stores everything that ever
happened to you, and we possess the skills that can access that part of
your mind. I let you live because I have seen this part of your mind and I
know what you are like."
"you are a lonely person, an outsider most of the time. you don't
function well in groups, because you do not feel you belong in the group.
you don't really follow what everybody else does. this doesn't mean that
you're a bad person; in fact, I think that societies need people like
these to tell us what needs to be improved upon, but I am straying from my
point."
"the reason I healed you was because I knew that inside, you are a kind an
gentle person. you share some, if not all, of the ideologies that made
this society succeed. you're not selfish; you tend to do things for
others, you're not greedy; you know when you have enough and stop there.
you're also very open-minded and adaptable."
"though you are the second outsider to be let alive in this way, let me
stress you that there were others before you. those that were deemed
unfit to fit in, because of human vices and evils, were left to die. the
ones that survived were healed, put back in their escape pods and shot
into outer space by the means of our subspace cannon. we only pray that
they will be rescued naturally. males were sometime kept on the cryo
chamber and their life-spawning fluid harvested for the fertility bank,
but they too were sent back to space after a short period of time; we
didn't not feel we had the right to keep them."
"you were chosen because of your kind and selfless nature, and because of
your tolerance in the faults of others. you would be of great benefit to
our people. in fact, the real reason for me keeping you may be a selfish
one; I wish to retire. but before I do, I would like to ensure the
future of this society by choosing my successor."
I must have had this dreadful look on my face, because she put her hand
(FIVE FINGERS, for once) on my knee. "but don't you worry," she smiled,
"you will not be my immediate successor. I have chosen another to take my
place in the meanwhile. Every head councillor that has ever lived knows
the secret of the crashes, the mind machine and the outer space. it is a
secret that could destroy this planet, and destroy our way of life. I
hope that in time, you will understand .."
"but ...", I muttered, "I have no leadership skills.. actually, I'm a
bit..."
"hush,"she smiled at me, a very reassuring smile. my mind started to
relax, and the stress that was on me before was gone. she put a finger to
my lips, "I know, but I have seen your mind. I know that you have vast
potential, as soon as you over come your fear ..." she grinned wickedly,
"and not to worry, your secret is safe with me" she winked, just like
Lilgia use to.
"Lilgia!" I exclaimed.
"who?" she asked
"Lilgia, my sister," I said, "where is my sister?!"
"I am sorry, yours was the only pod that we had on our scanners. no other
pods had landed on the planet. my guess is that she landed on another
planet on this system."
maybe the universe police has picked her up. "Quick!", I exclaimed, the
fear knotting in the deepest part of my stomach, "I need a intspa"
"int-spa?" she looked at me, her face as puzzled as Jacinthe's was
"inter space calls? communications?" I said, a bit irritably
"oh," she looked into my eyes, a deep reassuring blue, "like
transportation, I'm afraid we do not have any space-capable methods on
this planet. you're stuck here, my friend"
I stared at her in horror, and began to cry. I just couldn't help it.
"there, there," she said, holding me close to her bosom, "it won't be bad
at all, I promise you. and I guarantee, you will have FUN on this
planet." I looked up, my vision blurred. it could've been just me, but
she had a absolutely wicked twinkle in her eye.
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Act Nine
what am I doing, I thought, crying .. I'm an 18 year old guy!
I got up from the lap of the 16 year old (looking ... she's actually 166
in age) girl who was holding me.
"I know it's hard for you to understand right now," she said in comforting
tones, "but don't worry, okay? everything is going to be alright. if you
need anything, you just come and tell me okay, five fingers?" she smiled.
I got up and adjusted the skirt that Kylin gave me to wear. it was all
wrinkled. I am still not use to wearing them, but it looks like I'm going
to have to get use to it, because I'm going to have to wear them for a
long long time.
"here," she said, "I'll try to explain to you where you are, and some of
the local customs. people here are really friendly and caring, just like
you, and I most certainly wouldn't want you to feel out of place here."
she looked at me in the eyes again, holding my head in her hands. "do you
feel better now?" she asked, her eyes full of concern. it must be the
people here; they're so open about their emotions. I mutely nodded.
"very well then, I shall begin."
"many generations ago, there was a sexual revolution. before then,
everything was very strict. sexual matters were strictly taboo, and
nothing could be discussed about it under severe penalties."
"oh," I said, "you mean like the .... what is it called? the "Victorian"
ages; people had to appear to be proper. Ladies were not to enjoy sex,
only to "close their eyes, and think of England"." I blushed, when I
suddenly realized that I was talking to a girl about this.
"yes," she said, "that's it exactly! unfortunately, the population
started to dwindle down. because no one touched one another, and no one
knew how reproduction worked, the peoples were in danger of being
extinct."
"the head councillors of the time then decided to have a sexual
revolution. people could enjoy themselves in any manner they wished. she
was a very wise councillor, and she saw the dangers of letting people do
whatever they want to each other, so she set down a set of rules, and
introduced this concept of 'dirtiness', which I will explain later."
"She knew the secret of reproduction, but was afraid that males would feel
that they are privileged people and would demand special treatment.
this would tear their society apart!"
"there were two options; either have it be known the secret of
reproduction, or keep it quiet, while increasing the possibility of
fertilization."
"the peoples were more focused on female-female interaction. many people
have never met a male in their entire lives! Enter the First School of
Cleaning."
"the First School of Cleaning was an initiative to increase the
possibility of fertilization. The head councillor introduced a concept
that people are intrinsically dirty; they have to be cleaned almost daily
by achieving orgasms."
"there is usually an audition for all girls of suitable age, 18 and above,
to enroll in the school. Girls there are taught the art of cleaning, ie,
helping others achieve orgasms. After five years of intense study and
accumulating practical experience, they are graduated to high paying
positions in every day society."
"you must understand that these girls are not prostitutes. though they
are paid for what they do, they feel almost like what a doctor would feel;
they are paid to help people relieve themselves."
"Males who are found are always sent to the school. But even though they
are males, their mannerisms reflect the femininity that has been around
them all their lives."
"because of this, people on this planet feel no intrinsic shame in their
bodies; everybody has breasts, so it's not like it's anything special,
just like how everybody has a hand and four fingers. (well, five fingers
for us, she giggled, and wiggled her five digits at me). males are thought
of just like a girl having blond hair instead of brown; it's a part of
uniqueness of the person that is no more special than the colour of the
hair."
"and this is why I have enrolled you into the School."
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Act Ten
"What?" I thought my hearing must have gone bad. "hold on here, let me
get this straight; you put me in a school that will teach me how to have
sex?!"
"no," she said, "not sex exactly; you will be taught how to help others
achieve orgasms, and not just any orgasm; intense, mind-reeling orgasms.
Students are taught mainly on the female model, since only 1 out of every
100,000 births is a male. You will go through at least five years of
special training, and more, if you so wish to specialize."
"I don't believe this; this must be a bad dream! I'm stuck here on this
planet, no way to get off or send for help ... " I said,
"yes," she nodded, "no way at all. we simply do not have space
technologies"
"... and you are going to put me into an orgasm school?" I finished
"the correct term is cleaning, my friend," she said
the notion of making other girls orgasm has sifted into my head, and my
body has started to respond, in the typical male manner. wearing
incredibly soft panties did not help either. it poked up through the
panties and made a little tent from the skirt Kylin gave me to wear.
"oh dear," she said, "it looks like I've struck a chord with you"
was it just me? or was she getting a little flustered?
"girls here only ovulate once every many years," she said, "so their
severe urges are minimal. but that doesn't mean they do not enjoy being
'cleaned' though. they all love the intense feeling of a good orgasm."
"either way, I have assigned quarters for you in the School of Cleaning
residence. You will be rooming with 2 other girls ... "
"2 other girls?!" I exclaimed, "but you know I have this problem with ..."
"I know you do," she said, look up at me from her desk, "and I understand
your particular problem. I use to be a very shy girl too .... I can relate
to what you're feeling, my friend ... I have found two of the most nicest,
and most gentle girls I could find. don't worry, they won't bite you."
was it just me? or did she have that wicked twinkle in her eyes again?
"I will also give you this," she said, handing me a soft cover book, no
more than 100 pages. "this will help you fit in; it contains all the
customs and mannerisms of this world. here is my advice; study it
carefully; I have written down everything I know that will help you fit
in."
"you wrote this?!" I was surprised.
"yes," she smiled, "my advice is for you to fit in. people here are
tolerant, but if you stick out like a sore thumb, they will get nasty on
you. believe me; I've been down the road you have. it contains a short
version of the rules that old councillor has set, as well as some other
short customs."
"okay," I said, "I guess I'll read it." *note: you should read the notes
too. they're not that long, they're a bit naughty, and lots of fun. I
would not recommend you trying it out on this planet though.
"that's a good boy," she smirked, mussing my hair a bit with one hand,
"that reminds me .... go lie down on the couch." not knowing what to
expect, I laid down anyways, smoothing down my skirt.
she went into her desk, and took out a device, not unlike the one that
Kylin used to shave my legs and armpits. she walked over and sat down
beside me. she turned it on, and shone the light on my head. almost
immediately, my head started to itch. unconsciously, I reached up to
scratch
"stop that," she stopped my hand, "unless you want hair growing all over
your hands. this is a hair growth accelerator. with longer hair, you'll
be able to fit in easier too."
"aww," I said, "the whole point of having short hair was so I wouldn't
have to wash it myself .... it takes so long!"
"don't worry," she grinned, "you won't have to wash it yourself."
what does that mean, I thought. she stood up and smiled. "all done!
here are your residence papers, and Kylin will show you where to go.
remember, any time you have trouble, just come and see me, okay?"
I looked in the full length mirror she had on one of the walls. a person
I did not know stared back at me; long tangled black hair that went past
my shoulder, wearing a pinkish top and sweater vest, complete with a skirt
that reached my knees, hairless face, arms and legs, and shoes matching my
outfit.
what am I going to do? I thought in despair
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Has our hero truly been transformed, or will his hormones naturally
bring him back around? and what is this about a School that teaches
people how to bring each other to mind-reeling orgasms? Find out
in the next installment of Lemonade Paradise; a look into what
those machines in the hallway REALLY do, and sample the local
speciality; the "hot plates". But first, the Second Interlude:
the Local Customs of the School of Cleaning.
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Sneak Peek:
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
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