NOVEL NEXT 1.40 – Race
Slight tipsiness turned Maple's embarrassment to curiosity as they explored the rest of the event. She was able to peruse it as an interesting oddity; a detached feeling pervaded it all. Emma was attached to her arm and dragged her from place to place, grinning at everything.
When they started visiting affiliate rooms, Maple waited outside while Emma went in. That was the respectful thing to do. She wasn't into it, and didn't want to accidentally show that.
The doors were open on most of them though, so she did peek inside after Emma. In one, was a familiar Cow Beastkin who greeted her.
"Oh, you're that Human aren't you? Did you end up giving it a shot? Come in, dear."
"Um, yeah. Betty right? I did. The usual way—I chickened out of, um, all this."
Maple gestured vaguely, and Betty chuckled. Her enormous milk sacks hung freely, suckers attached, but otherwise she was clothed.
"I was nervous at first too, but it gets easier. I'm too old for most of the things you youngsters get up to, but my milk stands on its own. Got a class for it and all. Go on, try a glass for free."
"Oh, uh, no thank you. Um, I'm full already."
"That so? Suit yourself. How about your blue friend here?"
Emma hastily agreed and filled a mug. If Betty was at all offended by Maple's reluctance, the Slime's expressive approval more than made up for it. She grinned and let a milk 'stache slowly absorb into her lip.
Hi, I'm Emma. You have very good milk!
"Oh, thank you deary. My name's Betty. Remember that, if you ever want to buy good milk in the future. Wink wink."
After a vaguely gestured promise and other pleasantries, they continued on. Maple's buzz was wearing off and Emma was just about satisfied herself. A voice filled the air, amplified with magic.
"The first round of Cum Race is about to begin. Registration closes in five minutes. Come see the contestants and place your bets!"
Maple cried out as Emma pulled her along. She was crazy if she thought she'd convince her to participate. Fortunately, that wasn't her goal; they joined a different line.
"You're placing a bet?"
Emma nodded and stared at the growing number of contestants onstage. A semi-circle of reclining leather seats gave the audience a good view of everyone. Some were already nude and clearly aroused, while others had all their clothes on and looked too shy to even be up there. Maple could relate to the latter.
A transparent gem was affixed to the base of each seat, and next to that was the contestant number. Genders were mixed with 20 of the 30 contestants being female. Several appeared to be there as a couple and had their partner standing beside them, ready to assist.
Emma pointed at one of the contestants; her apparent choice. A Half-Elf around Maple's age wearing glasses. All her clothes remained on, but in spite of that, she self-consciously wrapped her arms around herself anyway. Her eyes flicked everywhere except for directly at the audience.
Her demeanor was a stark contrast to some of the others, who were naked and riling the audience up with poses and lewd gestures. Some encouraged members of the audience to flash them for inspiration.
"Number 13? Really? She looks kind of, uh, nervous. Doesn't she?"
Emma shook her head. Oh, her naive little Human. She tapped her eyeball, making Maple wince.
Trust me.
"Well uh, you're the expert? I wouldn't spend money on it, but I'd pick...23."
A naked Orc confidently flexing her muscles to cheers from one subsection of the audience. She wasn't particularly Maple's type, but her toned body was admirable at the least. Emma confidently shook her head.
Out by round three.
Each round, you could bet on who you thought the overall winner would be at the end. Betting on first place had the highest payout, but you could bet as low as third-or-higher for better odds. Betting in an earlier round paid out more due to there being more contestants, and males had a higher payout as they usually had less endurance.
The Half-Elf currently had 25 to 1 odds. Meaning, the two silver coins Emma paid the [Bookie] for number 13 would turn into two gold and 10 silver if she came in first.
Gambling was a waste of coin to Maple, but Emma's enthusiasm was cute. And even contagious as she found herself mentally rooting for Number 13 herself. They grabbed seats in the audience along the outer edge.
A Gnoll selling popcorn came by. Emma tugged on Maple's shirt and pointed excitedly. Maple laughed and pulled out a handful of copper coins.
"Jeez, you. Fine, let's get some."
What a bizarre event. She'd only ever been to a single sports game before, in her old life, but she imagined this was what watching a wrestling match or such would be like. It felt normal in some regard, but that then clashed with the fact most of the contestants were naked, and they were all about to masturbate or have sex on stage.
A truly perverse form of entertainment. Once the line for placing bets finally emptied out, an Incubus addressed the audience and contestants in an amplified voice.
"What a hot lineup we have today, folks. It looks like we're about ready to begin. To go over the rules once more, today's Cum Race will have eight rounds. The slowest contestants to cum will be eliminated, starting at five eliminations in the first round. When an orgasm is detected, the gem attached to their seat will glow green. Faking it won't cut it here, folks. Everything but stimulation or touching between rounds is fair game; be it tools to audience invitation, if they might be so lucky. Now, is everyone ready for Cum Race?!"
The crowd went wild and Emma raised her arms in a silent cheer. The contestants nodded, and some took the moment to undress. Emma's pick merely removed her glasses.
"Ready. Get set. Go!"
And they started getting off. Cocks were stroked, beans flicked, partners mounted, nipples pulled. One unfortunately flustered Dragonkin couldn't get his member to harden; a bad start. Maple felt for him.
Number 13 went at it with her hands in her pants, head tilted to the ceiling. A minute later, a Gnoll was first to cum. His load sprayed out around him to cheers and jeers from the audience.
"Speedy Number 29 is the first qualifier!"
Then came a wave of orgasms as a dozen contestants seemingly finished at the same time. Male and female species alike shook in their reclining leather seats. The muscular orc was one of them, and she was a squirter. The liquid dripped down her seat, and one of the audience members called out.
"I love you Dura! Suffocate me with your thighs!"
The Incubus calling out successful contestant numbers was nearly inaudible over the audience. Going by their lustful shouts and faces, most would have been happy to sit in a 'splash zone' if such a concept existed here.
Maple found the bodily fluids covering the stage a little gross, and the whole thing more than a little odd, but otherwise she was comfortable watching. Seeing her girlfriend enjoy herself was the real fun, however.
Emma's face held wild amusement, and she waved her arms high in the air. If she could, she'd surely be shouting encouragement with the best of them.
"Having fun, cutie?"
Emma nodded and pulled her Human close with a squish. Before long, only seven contestants were yet to cum, and Number 13 was one of them. If she didn't finish soon, she'd lose in the very first round.
The other stragglers included the limp Dragonkin; one remaining couple, a Rabbit Beastkin unable to get off no matter how hard her husband tried; and other less-standout individuals.
Emma vibrated anxiously against Maple, finally having doubts about her pick. Needless doubts. The Half-Elf's gem lit up and Emma jumped up to cheer with the crowd. The shy contestant covered her face once she came to her senses.
"Excellent climax by Number 13! One left, who will it be, folks?"
The remaining six desperately tried to finish. Emma's interest waned and she nuzzled against Maple.
"That was close, huh?"
Have faith, woman. I'm never wrong.
The next to cum was a Fox Beastkin. She swiped a bead of sweat off her silver fur and celebrated. The other five left the stage disappointed, embarrassed, and blue balled. A three minute break let remaining contestants rest and accept drinks from the audience.
"Hmm, we'll see I guess."
