Trust Machines - Welcome to the Carnival, pt 8
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From the EDC FAQ:
Dates & Times
June 16, 17 & 18, 2017
Will Call opens: 5:00 pm
Doors open: 7:00 pm
Show ends: 5:30 am
What to Bring with You (Applies to All Individuals, Including Venned Attendees)
Your RFID Experience Pass wristband (i.e., your ticket!)
Photo ID (see Acceptable Forms below)
Festive yet comfortable clothing and shoes
Smiles and good vibes!
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Electric Daisy Carnival was already a madhouse by 8pm, turning the Las Vegas
Speedway into a literal combination of a carnival, Mardi Gras, a rave, and
fantasy convention overlaid with a constantly shifting musical background.
Despite the heat, people wandered about enjoying the music, the camaraderie, and
the sheer celebration of life and love.
With three more Venn Machines having appeared at the speedway, there was also
brisk business in transformations. Some would be changed into various people, a
brunette with a slender build coming out as a blond bombshell for the event.
Others would go with more exotic forms, such as various reptiles or animal-like
forms suitable for the heat. There would also be the more unusual
transformations, such as being turned into glo-sticks or someone's outfit, but
most of those were usually already Venned to start before arriving.
Three 7' tall gals walked down the paths between the rides and stages, their
appearance getting them plenty of whistles of appreciation. The feathers that
covered most of their bodies and head were sufficient to meet the local
ordinances, while they wore matching skirts that were just as brightly colored
as their plumage. One was a bright yellow and orange with a green crest, the
second had red and blue plumage striped like a zebra, and the third was a
mixture of blue, green, gold and violet colors that shimmered in the light.
Kylea's crest rose up as she heard a whistle from another admirer, then turned
to her two companions. "We're definitely getting a lot of attention this way,"
she said, momentarily stopping to spread her arms and show off her colors to a
photographer.
Keri and Tasha laughed, then posed as well with Kylea showing their colors, all
three enjoying every bit of attention. "This was a great idea," Tasha said, her
tail feathers twitching a bit as they brushed against someone waking past.
"Nice, exotic looking and we won't have to worry so much about the heat."
"Well, we're still going to have to stay hydrated," Keri pointed out.
"Thankfully they've learned to make sure everyone gets plenty of water." Just
as she said that, they turned a corner near the neonGarden, and saw one of those
water stations. They quickly filled their own bottles up, and continued on past
the Cosmic Meadow.
Kylea nodded. "Working out in a field can get just as hot," she said, pausing
to let a fellow Venned person go past, a kind of human-taur mix with her skin
silvery and dancing with patterns of light. They smiled in appreciation, and
the Venned 'taur winked back in response.
"Come on, or we're going to miss Lady Faith," Kylea said. "She's performing
over at Kinetic Field, we'll just make it in time." Her excitement was hard to
ignore, and it along with the very vibe of the Carnival made it hard for Keri
and Tasha to resist.
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The night passed by swiftly, time being a slippery concept within the grounds of
the Carnival. Once it was dark enough, the trio's plumage began to glow,
varying shades of their colors that pulsated with the music. It made them stand
out among the other revelers, often getting them photographed with one group or
another, or end up dancing with several of the attendees. The acts went by
quickly, Myron and Shane 54, Sander van Doorn, Above and Beyond as they
celebrated the music and life itself with their fellow Carnival-goers.
By the time the sky began to softly glow herself with the oncoming sunrise,
people began to make their way back to their vehicles. Saturday night would be
a repeat of the night's events, one that the trio were already anxious for.
"Oh, that was so wild," Kylea raved as they walked toward the old Taurus.
"Gods, I haven't been so hyped like that in... well, never!"
"You were certainly enjoying yourself," Keri teased, earning herself a ruffling.
"I thought that you and that coyote morph were going to get it on right then and
there."
"Come on, you should know me better than that," Kylea protested. "I'm not that
bad." She paused a moment. "Am I?"
"When you're Kyle, no," Tasha said, kissing Kylea on the cheek. "But as Kylea,
you're turning into quite the firecracker."
Kylea sighed and stretched. "I am, guess I've been corrupted by you two. I've
been finding myself loosening up around you scamps."
"Don't worry about that, hun," Keri replied with a touch of love. "You're just
as corrupting as we are, and you know it."
Kylea merely nodded, then a wild thought came to her. "Think we can hit a Venn
Machine on the way home?" she asked.
"Sure, whatcha got in mind?"
Kylea leaned forward, and whispered in Keri's ear. She laughed and nodded.
"You're on," and they drove to the closest Venn Machine she knew near the house,
the one at Boulder Station. Once there, they had to wait a few minutes as
guests used the Venn Machine, but once they were done, Keri went over to one
booth, Kylea to the other.
"You're sure about this?" she asked, and Kylea replied.
"Hell yes, I'm sure." Had Keri seen Kylea's expression, it was one of pure
desire now. "Do it."
The world went dark for Kylea. She felt herself fall to the floor, bounce, then
come to a rest. Shortly thereafter, she felt herself being picked up and placed
in Keri's purse, already excited and anxious for what was to come.
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Kylea felt a warm, snug wetness enveloping half of her body, then a second, more
snug warmth wrapping around the other half. She sighed to herself, and let
herself be used by Keri and Tasha, loving every moment and every pleasure that
went through her mind as the gals climaxed around her rubbery form.
Deep down, Kylea knew she was still the same person overall, but the Venn
Machine had opened up a new world. She liked being female, and she had two
lovers who didn't care what she, he or it was.
Another series of squeezing made her feel a wave of pleasure and ecstasy, and
she sighed to herself. If she could, she would have said how much she loved
them, and knew that the love was reciprocated by them.
A far cry from Iowa, she reflected. A very far cry, indeed.
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"I follow the winds that bring the cold, baby,
I light a fire in your soul, baby.
The lightest touch of feathers falling
My love might be invisible
But I inspire the dreams that guide you, baby
You're a half a world away
But in my mind I whisper every single word you say.
And before you sleep at night
You pray to me, your lucky star, your singing satellite."
-- "Satellite" by Oceanlab feat. Justine Suissa