Meatspace [Ashdurn & Grungeknuckle]

[LooseTimber]

Liam hit the ground, hard, drawing a grunt of pain from his throat, and knocking the wind out of his chest. Reflexively he gasped for air, only to suck in a lungful of the smokey, ashen mist surrounding him, causing another bout of heavy coughs. Wheezing, he rose to his knees, one hand swatting at the cloud around him, trying to clear it away.

"Fucking hells... too much phosphorous this time... gotta tweak the mixture agai...."

There was grass under his hands. There shouldn't be grass. As the smog cleared, a darkening sky, with the sun dipping down the horizon. Definitely not his workshop. And definitely not Kansas. Good. He hated Kansas. Never been there, never wanted to. Goddamn Kansas.

Liam shook his head. Had to get focused, had to get back on track. First of all, where was he? The book wasn't supposed to teleport him, it was supposed to... Once again, Liam's mind trailed off, suddenly boggled by the implications. Quickly, he checked his pockets.
First of all, he wasn't wearing what he had a moments ago. A tight, physic-hugging red t-shirt, black pants, and a black leather biker's jacket, with... some kind of logo or seal on the shoulders? Keys that weren't his in his pockets, and a wallet, sick with hundred dollar bills... with his face on an ID card, staring back at him. He turned his head to the side a little, staring at the little image in confusion. Goddamn he looked smug in that picture.

Stuffing the wallet into his jacket pocket, he looked around. He hadn't gotten it right, had he? After so many months? This was supposed to be a pipe dream, right? And yet, here he was, standing on a grassy hill, a city lying out before him, one he had never seen anywhere but his mind. Liam's heart began pounding, hard, as he stepped forward, off the vacant lot, onto the streets, desperately trying to contain his excitement and\or fear, it was so difficult to tell right now.

The question continued to choke his brain. Had he gotten it right? Was he where he was supposed to be? If... if he was.... then she would be here too... and he'd know where to find her....
Liam took off, and kept catching himself sprinting. As he moved, he noticed the people in the city... there were so many women... or... maybe so few men? He was finding it hard to take an accurate count, as he made his way forward, down street he knew, but shouldn't know.

Eventually, at the turn of a street, he found his destination, a club call Flatliners. Desperately, he scanned the bustling crowd of women lining the sidewalk. If she was here, then... well, she'd be here. And she'd be waiting for him.

 

[ashdurn]

RE: Meatspace

Of course when creating a world book, things often went slightly wrong. Unless you were trying to go to a very basic place, It would be impossible to fully describe an entire world. The longer one worked, the closer that one would get. This world was quite large, and quite odd. Of course in the infinity, there was everything to be found. Of course the stranger the reality, the longer it took to get the exact details right. This.. was Earth. More or less. Humans running around at the level of technology of the early twenty first century. But biology was very different. Men were, rare. VERY rare. Humans, were of course.. not exactly human. The process of insemination and birth were significantly different. One ejaculation could impregnate dozens of woman in the old days. But, early on in civilization, science evolved, and that number has been rising. Allowing for more and more woman to be born. Though the amount of men seems to stay fairly constant.

He had linked to this world, entering in Seattle. Finding himself with a few cards near by , accounts with millions of dollars on them. More then enough to begin to establish himself. At least that part had gone well. Flat Liners was visible from the park that he landed in. It was this worlds name for the space needle. An Exclusive club. One of the few in the world. Any Exclusive club just meant, that You had to be with a Man, or be brought in by a man, if you were not an employee. Seattle was a Man heavy city.. Thirty men lived in the city of three million woman. Of course most towns had zero men that lived in them. Farm towns, Mining Towns, Dairy towns. Creches Towns. Civilization needed people to work it, to make it. In this world that was left to the Submissive woman to slave away, to make the dreams of the men come true.There was little in the way of government, little need for it. A man would have an idea to solve a problem.. and Woman would go and make it happen. Of course there was still money, and desires beyond what was just carnal. There was no religion, other then the worship of the Y chromosome. Resources were plentiful , as few were wasted. People left there homes often, apartments were small. Everyone was very social, very wanting to contribute .

Of course it was just early evening. As He approached the club, there were not many people there, waiting to get in. It wasn't clear if any guys had gone up yet, or if any would even show up that evening. But once the girls saw a guy coming.. they got excited, and all tried to get his attention. Wanting to go up to Flatline,, of course they all knew that once they went up, they were dead.. but that was the point.. wasn't it?

 

[LooseTimber]

Liam's approach was not unnoticed, as being such a rarity in the city afforded him a kind of... hyper-celebrity status, like a movie-star rock-legend pope. He'd been accustomed to the attentions of women, of course, but the sudden shock of all these eyes abruptly focusing intently on him hit him like a wall. His name was being screamed out, along with cries and shouts of glee and excitement. After all, if he was coming here... it was more than likely one, or more, of the girls waiting would be picked to join him inside.

A momentary panic latched onto Liam's mind, like a cold hand pressed firmly against the back of his head. A purely instinctual fear of being in an unfamiliar environment. True, he'd conjured this place up, or rather conjured himself to it, and knew what was in store for himself, but... expectation was a far cry from the experience itself.
"Easy, Liam. This is your world now. Your rules," he whispered to himself, and began striding forward once more, delving into the crowd of eager women. His confidence increased with each step, marveling as each women seemed to yearn for him, some blatantly showing off their goods. A tall, full chested blonde a few rows back gave him a wink and lifted her shirt, showing off a pierced nipple. Another charmingly chubby girl in Liam's path momentarily ground her succulent, voluptuous ass against his crotch. It felt so good, he couldn't help but grab her hips and pull her closer in, eliciting a stiffening of his own cock, and sudden gasp of delight from the girl, before sliding past her as well. Another girl, a skinny red-head, almost flat as a board, clinging to his muscular arm, looking up at him like an eager puppy. "H-hi Liam! You going... going inside, Liam? W-w-would you like to take me with you, Liam?" An almost distressingly cute girl, wide green eyes, and a thin, flowery dress. As she pressed herself to his arm, he felt her puffy nipples standing stiff with excitement.

All beautiful girls, all maddeningly desirable, but none of them the one he was looking for. The young red-head still clinging through his arm, he continued to wade through the exuberant crowd.
And then he spotted her.

Evelyn.

His Evelyn.

She looked just like he'd always hoped, how he'd always dreamed. Slim features. Strong legs. Pert, firm breasts, just begging to be teased. An impish smile, and absolutely adorable freckles dancing about her face and neck. Dark hair, darker eyes, hauntingly beautiful eyes, like she knew what you were thinking, and wanted you to take things one step further.
Liam strode up to her, and without a word, pulled her into him, cradling the back of her head and kissing her deeply, greedily, like he owned her. He practically did.