The sweet moans and the scent of sex all about him were almost overpowering, cloying, and yet the nearly overbearing nature of it all made things hotter somehow.

“Inside~inside!”

The lust crazed gaze and words coming from his ‘toilet’ of choice for the day nearly pushed him over the edge but Chris managed to hold on somehow. But what tipped him over was the brief and hastily suppressed thought, of whether or not it felt that good for the girl, but such idle curiosities regarding girls were dangerous.

The toilets he reminded himself.

Such thoughts were not advisable at the best of times much less now with Ascension imminent and the potential consequences as their tutors had often cautioned again and again back when Chris and his friends had still been teenagers and not men who had their majority a few years back and were about to Ascend and become real men and not mere adults of little consequence and worth.

The older ascended had tried their best to beat sense into the skulls of what had been thickheaded teenage idiots back then with middling success.

“Cock~cock~cooock!” the jubilant cries of Nate—the toilet, he reminded himself, writhing in pleasure and desire a few booths over under his best friend, revealed that their tutors had not been entirely successful,

The sight of their once older friend, writhing, panting, and trying to milk Sam, trapped as she were, made Chris gulp and feel a surge of desire that had little to do with the beauty trying to do the same to him and writhing similarly under him but all the same succeeded in pushing him over the edge and his seed flew freely into the beauty’s—the toilet’s folds and judging by Nate’s writhing, Sam appeared to be doing the same to her.

Shuddering in pleasure fueled in part by forbidden and hastily suppressed thoughts, Chris sighed in contentment and with his biological urges sated for the day, cleaned up and made for the visitors lounge on the outskirts of their sector’s complex and it wasn’t until something like another hour had passed that Sam, skin still glistening with sweat and an almost overpowering odor came to find him.

“Dude, take a bath,” he said with a gag and Sam just laughed, the taler and wider man slapping him on the shoulder.

“What, its my natural bo,” he said and shoved him with a grin. “The toilets like it.”

“How would you know, did you ask Nate?” he sniped back and Sam chuckled before blinking, brows furrowing tilted his head.

“Whose Nate?”

Chris snorted as they made for the exit. “Come now dude, he…she was our friend, surely you remember her given how fond you seemed of her today.”

Sam peered at him through squinted eyes.

“You sick or something?” he asked.

“What?”

Sam nodded to himself as if things made sense. “You must be. Why else would you remember a toilet’s name from back when it’d still been human.”

“Dude not cool she was our friend.”

“That’s right. Was. And I noticed you called it quits early today.”

“Just had my fill is all.”

Sam shook his head. “Dude, get your head in the game, Ascension’s soon.”

“I know, no need to remind me.”

“So go get checked and fix whatever’s wrong with you and get your head in the game, you don’t want to end up, well…”

“No, of course not!” Chris denied with fervor, insulted at the very idea causing Sam to chuckle, reach, and pull him close into a headlock, rubbing his fist against his hair and all the while, Sam’s overbearing sweaty stench invaded his nostrils as he tried and mostly failed to fight of the larger man. “Dude get off!”

“I already did!” Sam laughed but let go all the same.

“Ass.”

“Nah, I’m more of a pussy kind of guy, and today’s toilet had a super fine one, might’ve even knocked her up,” his incorrigible friend said and Chris snorted, shaking his head as they made for the nearest pub.

But all the while, for all that it’d been revolting, a brief traitorous thought once again sprung to life.

That revolting, overbearing manly stench, how could would it smell to a girl writhing under Sam’s bulk?

Would it smell nice like girls smelled to Chris?

Better perhaps?

He banished the thought in haste.

The day had come at last.

“Dude, are you ready?” Sam asked as they stood in the hospital’s waiting area with the rest of today’s hopefuls.

“Born ready,” he whispered with practiced confidence he didn’t truly feel but it would all pan out.

Surely.

“That’s the spirit,” his best friend said with a grin and a slap on his back before leaning close to whisper, nodding towards one of their fellow aspirants. “Yo, check that loser out.”

Chris cast a glance at the man who unfortunately seemed somewhat on the shorter side.

“Think he’s an adult?”

He rolled his eyes.