//------------------------------// // Rise and Shine! // Story: My Life with Nanaimo // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// Laying with Vanessa felt amazing, but we didn't get much sleep because of our activities. The room reeked of sex, and yet somehow we managed to fall asleep for some indeterminate amount of time. What woke me was the sunlight coming in through the window, though the curtains obscured it somewhat. I found the thick girl laying next to me, one of her arms wrapped around my chest, her breasts rubbing against the side of my body. Her wide hips amazed me, along with her very ample backside. Her belly was thick and round, a roll of fat above her waist thick enough for me to grab with a whole hand. Touching her again aroused me quickly and I had to restrain myself from waking her and having sex with her again. God, how many times did we do that last night? I silently mused in amazement. The physical body healer might not have made me long, but she sure improved my stamina! I succumbed to her temptation and rubbed her shoulder, waking her immediately. "Oooh, again, huh? I had my doubts about you, but, WOW!" she giggled. The door opened to reveal a groggy Mawkela and Nanaimo, both of them rubbing sleep from their eyes. Judging from the look the two of them shared, I could only deduce that the two of them had engaged in similar activities last night as well. "I hope your shower's big enough for the four of us," I chuckled. Makwela met my grin with one of her own. "Yep, it sure is!" she giggled, leading the way. It took a moment for me to realize that she was naked as well -- I hadn't expected to see the smaller girl nude, but she too was quite nicely toned despite her thickness. She wasn't as thick as Vanessa, but had some very nice curvature to her body. I silently hoped for an opportunity to engage her in similar activities tonight as I shared with Vanessa. The shorter girl led us to the bathroom, turning on the lights and illuminating a very large room with a tub large enough for six, a double-sink vanity with an extra large mirror, and four lights lighting the entire room. There was a shower curtain that ran around the circumference of the tub and I noticed two shower-heads instead of one. "Pretty opulent," I opined, my admiration quite evident in my tone. What was more impressive was to see Makwela nude for the first time. Her bulky clothing was hiding a particularly sexy body and I found it hard to turn my gaze away from her. Vanessa cleared her throat but also giggled. "I see you like my roommate," she chuckled. "You'll have plenty of time to do what you want with us later on, so let's get cleaned up a little." We took turns soaping each other up, but all three of us ganged up on the pony and lathered her until she looked like a marshmallow, then rinsed her off. She cooed and whinnied in delight at our touch, her body shivering when she experienced a particularly powerful orgasm that rocked her body. We soaped her up some more and rinsed her off again, noticing just how strongly she reacted to being petted and stroked and caressed by all three of us at the same time. We giggled at her reaction, but she didn't seem to mind, as her pleasure receptors seemed to respond positively to our touch. We lost track of time of how long we were in the shower, but we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, the hot water never seeming to run out. Eventually we tired of this and turned the water off and got out of the tub to dry off. We also took turns drying off the mare, who giggled as we toweled her off. "We're going to see the mayor today, Mike, so we need to dress up a little," Vanessa stated warmly. "Sounds good, I'm interested in meeting him," I replied, causing the girls to giggle. "Our mayor is female too," Vanessa chortled. "But you need to be on your best behavior, too!" "Okay," I responded dumbly as I went to get my spare set of clothes. A pair of black pants, a brightly colored t-shirt, a pair of black and red shoes were my main clothing for today. Nanaimo didn't have any clothes, but I figured she didn't need any since she was a pony. Vanessa chose a lavender plastic dress, but I noted the dress was translucent. Makwela was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. "Um, Vanessa, shouldn't you be wearing something under that dress?" I asked, surprised that she would show off her body like that. Once again the girls giggled at my ignorance. "You have quite a bit to learn about this place, so meeting the mayor is a good start -- and we can fill you in on other details, too," the thick girl chuckled. "By the way, do you want breakfast? There's a Samantha's Kitchen not far from here and on the way to the mayor's office." As if to signal my answer, my stomach grumbled loud enough for all of them to hear quite obviously. "I thought I had better control of that," I grumbled, eliciting laughter from the girls and the pony. "I'll take that as a yes," Vanessa laughed heartily as she opened the front door of the apartment to lead us down the hallway to the elevator. As we left, she closed and locked the door behind her, handing the key to Makwela, who put it in one of her front pockets. "I'm amazed at how good the food tastes here," I mused as we entered the elevator car. Vanessa pushed the button for the lobby on the ground floor. "Yeah, it's pretty good," she replied. "There are other places where the food's better, but those are kind of far away from us, and they're much more expensive," she added. "I saw you pay for my clothes and my food yesterday -- how does 'more expensive' work out, as far as payment goes?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by her explanation. "Um, I've heard stories about girls wearing their bodies out paying for very expensive stuff, then needing to go to the physical body healers to recover from it," she replied, her tone quite downbeat and her expression showing some concern. "What if a guy pays for something?" I asked. The two girls expressed deep shock at my question and took a moment to regain composure. "Um, guys never have to pay for anything since there are so few of them," Vanessa replied. "But maybe for the really expensive stuff, a guy might have to pay for it -- because payments from guys are worth a lot of energy!" "I suspect that's a question I'll have to ask the mayor about -- how stuff gets made but paid for with energy," I mused. "We learned about that in school," Makwela responded, giggling softly. "But the materials to make things are recycled from older material, and the energy we pay out gets used to recycle the material used to make things with." "But how about the food? That has to be grown somewhere -- and the shrimp I had last night, that was some of the best I've ever had," I averred, my thoughts returning to the food quality, the flavors and the aromas causing my mouth to water again. "There's an agricultural section to the city, every city has one, the food is grown hydroponically, and the meat is synthetic," Vanessa offered. "So the cheeseburgers you had last night, the meat is synthetic? What, texturized vegetable protein?" I asked, my curiosity aroused yet again. "Um, does that mean, since it's synthetic, that I could eat "real" meat?" asked Nanaimo. Her tone of voice was enough to alert the girls to the air quotes around the word "real." "You had some of his shrimp last night, remember? How did that taste to you?" Vanessa asked the mare. "It tasted really good, like it was meant just for me to eat it," she replied, smiling warmly. "I hope we can have some more of that later on." "I'm sure we will, but breakfast is what's being served right now," the thicker girl said, adding a slight chuckle to the end of her statement. "Of course, you can practically have anything you want any time you want, they're really cool with their customers," she added, winking at the mare. "Um, some hay pancakes would hit the spot right now, but, um, I guess I can have shrimp later on, even if it's just fake meat," she responded. I raised an eyebrow at this and turned my attention to the mare. "Wait, you've eaten real meat before?" I asked, almost incredulously. "Well, it was shrimp," she replied, her ears drooping. "Please don't be mad at me," she added softly, hanging her head.