A World Not Unlike Our Own - Final Chapter

In a couple weeks, the majority of all allies the revolution had gained in the legislation had been subject to extreme scrutiny forcing many of them to resign. Those who didn't resign were forced to pretend they were ashamed. Eventually, the story of the orgies and the revolution and Drexel and everyone else all came out into the open. Pretty soon, the cops were banging on Drexel's door. They didn't want to punish everyone. They just wanted to set an example. The trial was broadcast all over the planet and Drexel was sentenced to four years in prison.

“Meet your new cell mate, dick face.”

Drexel sat on his prison bunk and stared at the wall. After a little while, he tried to begin chipping a tunnel into the wall in hopes that he could someday escape, but the guards quickly noticed and beat the everliving shit out of him. His cell mate, Braxton, just sat on his bunk, watching.
After a while, Drexel noticed that he was being stared at by Braxton. Drexel tried to ignore him for the entire day but couldn't help but glance over every now and then. When the call for lights out came, Drexel lay back in his bed and after a few minutes, found he was not alone. “Uh...” Drexel was speechless. “Don't worry, baby. Just let it happen.”
“Hey, man, I'm not gay. I'm the guy in here for having the hugest, straightest orgies ever.”
“Come on, I saw the way you were looking at me. If you asked me, my guess would be you are at the very least bisexual and almost definitely a virgin.”
“I am not a virgin. I've had more chicks than you have ever met!”
“Oh yeah? What was your first time?”
“It was in high school. We were in the basement and then we took our clothes off and I...Actually, I sort of, um, screwed up that time. But we tried again and, well, I...OK. I can't remember the first time but I had tons of sex this orgy season. There was that time I jumped into the back of this van of Japanese schoolgirls and totally...ah, fuck. I came prematurely every time. I'm a fucking virgin.”
“I was just kidding. But hey, I love cherries.”

That night, Drexel had sex for the first time. Braxton was as nice as prison rapists came, so to speak. After a few weeks, Drexel subbed in as pitcher for a couple innings. And do you know what? Drexel liked it just a little. Just enough where he was able to have an almost normal sexual experience for the first time in his life. Instead of blowing his load before even getting his pants off, he was able to pump away for up to ten minutes before finishing off. Prison had finally made Drexel a man.


In four years, Drexel emerged to a new planet. The highly publicized trial had gotten the public to finally admit how much other species turned them on. The courtrooms across the planet roared with arguments for and against interspecies intercourse. Those for it argued that everyone deserved to do what they wanted to do with who they wanted to do it with, provided there was mutual consent. Those against argued that this would eventually lead to same-sex marriage being legalized. Which is just fucking insane. Eventually, reason won out and the walls of segregation were finally destroyed. That is, they were metaphorically destroyed. Destroying the physical walls would have taken a lot more time and money.
Drexel was glad to finally be out, but he had grown much throughout his years in prison. He had gone through many struggles in the slammer. He was offered drugs once, but just said “No.” A guard touched him in a private area and Drexel had the courage to tell an adult what happened. Drexel finally realized what love was and discovered a lot of new things about his body. He focused on his studies and eventually graduated prison magna cum laude.
Braxton wasn't so lucky. Drexel's first love fell in with the wrong crowd and started smoking tobacco products and posting hookah pictures on the internet. He dropped out of prison during Drexel's third year to go to work camp. Drexel was sad to see him go, but deep down, he knew it was for the best. Braxton had helped him a lot but he had changed over the years. His joyous grunts during coitus had turned into angry grunts and his love making became anything but tender. The smile Drexel used to know disappeared from his face, replaced by an almost ever present scowl, which haunted Drexel's dreams and ruled his nightmares.
And now, Drexel was on his own. A graduate with no one to depend on but himself and his wits. He had always figured he would come out of prison as a fully formed grown up. But Drexel still wasn't sure what it meant to be a grown up.

“Drexel? Is that you?”
“Eliza? Holy fuck, how are you?”
“I'm great! I got a job at Cosmo writing a gardening article for women. What about you?”
“Me? Oh, I'm just out here trying to do my best and live life to the fullest. Sure, I have my struggles, but I have dealt with things in the past and I'll deal with them again. I'm not sure where I'm going in life or why but maybe it's not about the where, you know? Maybe it's all about the journey. Maybe it's about setting goals that lead only to more goals. Always working to better your life and the life of others. And my goal right now is to figure out what being a single, independent, bisexual vampire really means in this mixed up planet of ours and hopefully have a little bit of fun doing it. I look to the sun every morning when I wake and know that the day will bring me on a new adventure. As the sun lights up my room and the smell of coffee begins to fill my apartment, I feel as if I can do anything if I only keep away from drugs and keep focused on what's in front of me. I enjoy saying hello to bus drivers and pizza delivery guys, because I believe a random greeting has an amazing power to bring happiness. I also have a blog where I talk about my past and try to help those that will come after me to not make the same mistakes and realize that we are all, unwavering beams of light in what would otherwise be a very dark world.”
“Oh. Alright. Um. That's...cool?”

THE END

A World Not Unlike Our Own - Chapter 5

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Drexel had been pondering for hours, maybe even minutes, about what the next phase of the revolution would be. He was at a complete loss for ideas. He watched cat videos and dog videos but nothing came to him. He watched Internet videos about people falling, people crashing, people singing poorly, people getting set on fire, people breaking things on purpose, people breaking things on accident, and people just laughing for unknown reasons. Despite his hard work, Drexel's research was getting him nowhere. Defeated and dejected, Drexel decided to distribute the strategy designing task and directed Mika to do it.
Being a student, Mika was much better at research. Within a very short amount of time she had pulled up a list of all planetary legislators. She found that almost half of all legislators were female. Surprisingly enough, despite some odd blue laws, Coita 4 was a generally progressive planet when it came to gender equality. Who knew?
Mika went down the list and discovered that of all the politicians that they had blackmailed only a couple were female. It turns out that females are just not into the orgy scene as much as men. It's understandable. I mean, a lot of women don't like to do things like give blow jobs. And if a guy brings his dick over while she's getting plowed on the couch, what's she going to say? “Oh, I'm sorry, I don't like giving blow jobs. Please bring your penis to someone else.”
Mika thought for a while over this information and did a little bit more research. Eventually, after a lot of pondering, Mika formulated a very well thought out plan. It was legal, efficient and it would probably work completely perfectly. It was a dream. She rushed off to find Drexel, excited by the prospect of finally completing the revolution's goals.
Drexel was very happy to see Mika. A little too happy. After changing his pants, Drexel asked Mika to explain her plan.
“Well, I did some research and I found that almost half of the planetary legislative body are female. This is understandable because women don't tend to be as active in the orgy scene.”
“Ah,” said Drexel, “the blow job thing.”
“Yeah. So what we have is more than half of the male population of the legislative body however we have untapped females. So...”
“I see! So we need to find a way to get them to come have sex with us too!” Drexel exclaimed.
“Well actually, I was thinking...”
“Don't worry,” Drexel cut her off, “I'll take it from here.”

Drexel thought for a while and eventually realized what he needed to do to get the female legislators to come to the orgies and join them. Orgy season was technically over but Drexel had to take a gamble and throw one more. He knew everyone would still show up to one more. They all hated to see orgy season end and most would do anything to make sure they hit this last one because no one knew when they'd be able to get away to another one.
Drexel got it set up just like before except this time he bought some new supplies. He knew that with the equipment they had, no woman would be able to resist his orgy. They'd be clamoring to get in. Drexel got it out on the street and made a couple fliers that he distributed to a couple trustworthy orgy promoters. The flier said this: “Did you miss the last orgy of the season? Well, now you have a second chance. Whether you made it or not, all are welcome. And because we are sensitive to needs of the ladies out there, we have made sure that our orgy would suit their needs.” In the corner, a big yellow circle with black lettering said “VIBRATORS! DOUBLE-SIDED DILDOS! HAIR ELASTICS! KNEE SOCKS! BREAST PUMPS! Don't worry ladies, we've got you covered.”

On the night of the orgy, Drexel got out the cameras and got ready to see the ladies pour in. At first, it was just the normal crowd. Mostly males. But, oh what happened as the night went on! Still the same. Mostly men. BUT! As the night went on even more, what did Drexel find? Nothing. It was the same old crowd. The big orgy came and went and not a single new politician, male or female, was gained. Drexel's plan failed miserably for the first time.
But Drexel wasn't ready to give up yet. Back to the drawing boards. They still had a lot of legislators under their control and they still had a lot of members with which to operate. Drexel paced back and forth.
“Fuck. I've got to think. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Hey, I never finished telling you my plan,” Mika said as she approached the visibly distraught Drexel.
“Go on.”
“Well, we have a lot of male legislators because of the orgies but females just don't want to come to these things so we need to...”
“YES! You're a genius. We just get the males to seduce the females into affairs with them! I could kiss you right n..”
Drexel's face contorted. He recomposed himself and went to contact the controlled legislators immediately.
They were not crazy about the idea. This wasn't something they were used to doing. Sure, they had all seduced countless interns and subordinates. But equals? That would be no easy task. Having power was better than fucking someone with power. If you don't have power, I guess that's all you can hope for. But if you already have power you have no motivation to hook up with another person of equal power unless they had some great body, excellent personality or noble cause like saving kittens or some other cute animals.
These politicians did not have great bodies. They also did not have great personalities. Actually, they were really just not the smartest people you'd ever meet. They were orgy guys. They decided it was worth the risk to go to a huge public orgy instead of just getting a couple hookers and keeping their insatiable thirst for sex a secret. Obviously these guys were not the greatest minds of the planet.
Actually, they did have one thing going for them. They had a somewhat noble cause. They were fighting to end the segregation of the species of Coita 4. Well, they were being forced to fight for a noble cause, anyway. That's not the point. They had a cause they had to fight for and it was noble and chicks would probably fuck them just to keep them happy and fighting for such a great cause. Without a doubt.
Unfortunately, none of the politicians realized they had a great cause that would aid them in their conquest of their colleagues' nether regions. Drexel didn't realize either. Mika realized but no one really listened to her.
The politicians went in to work and over a few weeks tried to work their magic to no avail. Some even hit the gym a couple times but certainly not enough for a visible change. They tried to impress the ladies with their expensive cars, expensive clothes, expensive homes, creepy “I want to fuck you” grins and even the “business” lunch. Nothing worked and after a while Drexel started to threaten to release the orgy tapes. He could have a buyer ready to distribute in seconds.
Drexel, angered by the lack of results, pushed the politicians to get more aggressive and get things happening. And the politicians reluctantly obeyed, becoming more and more obvious in their approaches without getting anywhere.
Drexel still believed the plan would work. It was his plan, and he was always right. Except that one time. That time was a failure. But this one would probably work.
Many months after orgy season had ended, Drexel awoke ready to get the politicians to hurry up and meet his goals. He went down stairs and sat down to read the newspaper, just in case a bill had been passed while he was asleep. You never know. On the front page he saw a big picture of some of the politicians under revolution control. Drexel began to get excited. And then he read the headline: “Sexual Harassment Scandal.” Drexel was horrified but went on to read the article. Maybe the picture was not related to the headline. They do that sometimes, right?
Drexel read on:
In what some state officials have referred to as 'pretty fucking disgusting,' a rather large proportion of male planetary legislators are being charged with sexual harassment against their female colleagues. Due to the large scale of the allegations, the court is taking this matter very seriously. When asked about the case, one of the attorneys for the defendants stated that their defense would be 'largely based on a platform of bitches complaining.' This defense will be difficult to overcome for the prosecution as it was supported in the landmark case of Roe v. Ferguson where it was ruled that Roe was 'just having her period.' It is as yet not completely clear whether or not their will be an out of court settlement.
Drexel put down the paper. He put his hands on his face. This is what he said. “Ah, fuck me.” He repeated the last two words about seven times before deciding to go back to bed.

A World Not Unlike Our Own - Chapter 4

The revolution's orgies were in full swing by the time the August orgy season came. June and July saw a steady growth in the amount of participants and Drexel had commissioned some of the members to knock down some walls and add an addition to the orgy chamber to handle the expected influx. August was the time when most people took their vacations from work and all the schools were still out so kids were usually out smoking or whatever kids on that planet did. Orgies were more popular in August than any other month. This normally might mean competition could detract from their orgies but they had rightfully gained a reputation as the only place to go for orgies.
August was also the month we're politicians, local and planetary, often bankrolled large trips for their wives. They never went themselves because legislation was still to be made in the beautiful summer weather of August. That was the story at least. And what female could resist a free trip? None. It was illegal for a female to refuse a free trip from their husband. It was sort of a blue law from the earlier days of Coita 4 before the planet had been unified under one legislative body. It had been part of the werewolves' system of law. It was believed that, every now and then, when the full moon comes a little too close to the planet, male werewolves go a little crazier than usual. The law ensured that noble wives who wanted to stay and help their husbands through this time could be sent away to ensure their safety. It was later found that this effect was a simple myth. Yeah, like the proximity of the full moon to the planet had any effect on werewolves' mental state. Even the youngest of vampires could tell you that's bullshit.
Anyway, the yearly trip was coming up and Drexel knew that it was now or never. The only way they were going to get politicians with them was to have everything go perfect. And it had to be professional. You can't have an orgy look like it's run by an idiot. These rich bastards won't go for that. It can't just have any old cereal bowl filled with condoms at the door or just a big tub of lubricant to take as you need. Drexel took up a considerable collection of dues and used the money to buy a fancy fool's gold plated condom dispenser. He went to TJ Maxx and bought a bunch of soap dispensers and just filled them with lubricant. The last thing he did was go down to the local temp agency and hire a couple people to be ushers. This thing was going to be classy.

The first orgy of August was met with much enthusiasm by the orgy community. Of course, all the usual orgy athletes showed up, this time accompanied by some out-of-town orgy athletes who had heard about the revolution's events and couldn't resist. Everyone was there. Teachers. Miners. Models. Students. Systems Analysts. Accountants. Window washers. Product Controls Consultants. Everyone.
Best of all, just as expected, lawmakers from all over the planet showed up to check out the event. Apparently, orgy news spreads much faster through political circles. Who knew? This was one of the first times in many years that any politician had been spotted at a public orgy. Public orgies were usually too crowded and males were often overrepresented, resulting in long lines and sad hand jobs. The revolution's orgies were popular with a lot of females. There were still more males, however, the ratio was close enough where as long as a good percentage of women were willing to allow double penetration there would be minimal wait times. Drexel also had absolutely no thoughts of letting the politicians wait for sex. They would come in and, if there weren't any openings that were open, some poor guy would be kicked out of whatever female he was in.
All the lawmakers were escorted to their first lays. They were given their choice and the ushers were instructed to go out of their ways to make sure the politicians were satisfied. And they definitely were. The politicians almost seemed a bit out of their leagues. They were laying pipe with the best in the business. It was clear to Drexel that his well practiced revolutionaries were blowing the minds of all the politicians they were blowing.
Drexel got his poison out early in the night and after a quick power nap, he took his Pop-tart-cam and went to work. He filmed some of the regulars as he made his way to the politicians. Drexel was impressed with some of the advanced positions everyone was doing. Some were spinning their partners around. Others were spinning around on their partners. Others were spinning around in their partners. It was a sight to see indeed.
Drexel eventually made his way to the first politician who was just getting ready for round two with a new girl. He got some great footage of the majority leader, a vampire named Sam Quentin. “Hey, baby. I'm going to show you something I call the filibuster.” Sam's filibuster move was quite impressive to watch. What he did was sit the female firmly atop his member in a classic reverse cowgirl position. Then, instead of having her move up and down, he thrust upward as hard as he could, making his partner momentarily weightless as she balanced atop his beef thermometer. It didn't last long and it didn't look like anyone enjoyed it but, goddammit it was interesting.
There were actually a very small amount of female politicians who had caught wind of the revolutionary orgies and joined their male counterparts in their carnal pursuits. Drexel got some footage of one of the werewolf representatives, Nancy Wyatt who was getting poked by one of the professional orgy athletes, Drake Tavington. He was using one of the moves that got him drafted first overall right out of high school, a move he called Storming the Centrifuge . Nancy started upside down and Drake stood right-side up. It was sort of like 69 standing up only the female was farther down so it was still genital to genital. (Don't try this at home.) Then, Drake began to spin so that Nancy was lifted horizontal to the ground and perpendicular to him. The centrifugal force pulled Nancy away and Drake pulled her back in. It was dangerous and oddly enjoyable. Drake was a werewolf so he was strong enough to do this for quite a while although both participants would get dizzy very quickly so he only used it as a big finisher.
The first orgy of August was an absolute success. Everyone came. More importantly, Drexel got about two hours of politicians having sex, most of them with a different species. The revolution now had possible access to a good chunk of powerful politicians. Not just local either. They had politicians who had jurisdiction over the whole planet. Yeah. I can't believe that crazy plan worked either.
As August progressed, the revolution held more and more orgies and got more and more footage of more and more politicians getting their dicks wet. As the last orgy of the season neared, Drexel decided it was time to make their presentation. He got everything set up. He opened up Windows Movie Maker and put up all the juiciest highlights from the footage he gathered. Then he added a cool background song. The song was an acoustic version of Tonight, Tonight by the Smashing Pumpkins. It was a special b-side with 32% more whine. Fucking perfect.
As the final orgy started to wind down and cigarettes were passed out Drexel turned on the projector. The film rolled and it was a big hit among a very large amount of the audience. However, the politicians knew exactly what was going on. Some of them were wishing they never came. After the movie rolled and the crowd shuffled to the door, the politicians stayed behind. They knew the way blackmail worked. As long as they met demands everyone was happy in the end. Some of them began to get a little nervous. This operation seemed almost like it was set up specifically to get them.
Drexel gathered them all around and revealed that he was the leader of an underground revolution. He explained that their goal was to make interspecies sex legal and also end general segregation of the species if they had enough time. What Drexel hadn't planned on was that he actually didn't have close to a majority of politicians on his side. There was no way to push a law through the system with nothing more than the support of a couple sex addicted politicians. The politicians explained this to Drexel. This is what he said after they explained the situation to him: “Fuck.” He continued, “Uh, give me, like, a week. Ah. Fuck me, fuck me. Goddammit.”

A World Not Unlike Our Own - Chapter 3

With the groups size reaching over three hundred members, Eliza pressured Drexel to start getting serious about plans for phase two of the operation. Drexel insisted that he could do it over the weekend when he didn't have any work to do. Drexel spent the next weekend in his pajamas eating raw Ramen Noodles and looking at porn and humorous videos of cats. He thought he had been inspired for the perfect plan for phase two when he was watching one video where the cat was swung around by a ceiling fan before being thrown aside. Drexel soon realized that there was no way he could get everyone in the government to hold onto a ceiling fan that big. Back to square one.
Later, Drexel saw a video where the cat jumps out of a bush and tackles a baby. As the cat continued to maul the small creature, Drexel began to think. “We just have to hit 'em while they're down.” The cameraman's laughing grew as the cat stopped it's attack to urinate. Drexel turned off the video even though there were twenty minutes left. He was onto something and he didn't want to lose his train of thought. “Hit 'em while they're down,” he kept repeating over and over in his head. He didn't know when they would be down or if they would be down or what he was talking about but he was pretty sure he was on the right track.
Drexel pondered for hours but he just couldn't come up with anything more than hitting 'em while they were down. Drexel decided that cat videos were the answer to untapping his genius. Back to the internet. Drexel saw videos of cats slipping off counters and for a second entertained the idea of making the floor in the planet's legislative building really slippery but that quickly faded. Then he saw a video of a cat falling into a box and he considered digging a big hole and covering it up with leaves in front of the legislative building and watching as the politicians all fell in. That would probably work, but Drexel couldn't get enough shovels together for a job that big.
That's when Drexel saw the video that would change his life. It wasn't a cat this time. He had accidentally clicked on the video of a dog. Drexel quickly went to change the video but soon saw that he had stumbled upon the perfect plan. The dog in the video was chewing on a tennis ball and growling at its own foot. Every time it put its foot towards its mouth it growled and bit.
“That's it!” said Drexel. “All I need to do is get the government to fight itself!” The easiest way he found to get the government to fight itself was to get government to join them. The revolution's usual method for gaining recruits was, of course, sexual intercourse and politicians were well known fans or orgies. To Drexel's great joy, phase two was just more sex.
At the next meeting, Drexel revealed his plan to the group. As most of the members were there for carnal reasons and not ideological reasons, the plan was much applauded. Some people almost fainted from the pure arousal of the situation. Screwing people with power was the dream of all the women in the audience. And the men liked the thought of proving their sex drives to higher-ups. Everyone was happy.
Drexel explained that many politicians already had sources for their orgies. Even if they were coaxed into one of the revolution's orgies, once they found out what the revolution's overarching goals were they would surely distance themselves and go back to a more respectable orgy source. The solution was simple. First, they had to gain a reputation for the craziest, biggest, nastiest orgies ever. This would require full participation. What politician could resist the promise of an orgy with over three hundred participants? None. Studies had consistently shown that in fact, no politician could resist.
The second part of the solution was even more simple. Blackmail. All they needed to do was get a couple camcorders. Drexel placed one camcorder on the table at the entrance to the orgy chamber. He put a towel over it so no one would possibly be able to know it was a camera. Next, he cut a hole in an empty Pop-Tart box. He placed the camera inside so that it could see out the hole. The flavor of the Pop-Tarts previously in the box was whole-grain, sugar free Brown Sugar Cinnamon. The plan was to go around offering them to politicians in the throngs of orgy passion. Of course, no one would ever want such a flavor so there would never be a need to open the box and reveal the camcorder inside. Drexel was a clever guy alright.

The biggest orgy Coita 4 had ever seen. Members of the revolution spread the word through the underground orgy circles. They had to be careful because if the general public found out about a massive, interspecies orgy apart from being very turned on, they'd pretend to be outraged because they thought that would be the correct response. And a public pretending to be outraged is just as bad as a public actually being outraged.
The first of the revolutionary orgies went down in the summer. That way all the Japanese schoolgirls didn't need to worry about school in the morning. The first orgy didn't catch any politicians. It caught a lot of non-members but no politicians. There almost wasn't enough room for everyone. Drexel had to put up the “No Fatties” sign very early in the night to help conserve space.
This orgy had absolutely everything you would want at an orgy. Vaginal. Anal. Oral. Aural. Nasal. There were even a few hand jobs going on. Really? You come to the biggest orgy ever and get something you could have gotten on your own when your roommate went out for milk? OK, I'm not here to judge. Anyway, the orgy was a huge success. And clean up was a breeze. Luckily, one of the revolution members ran a recycling plant and had access to an almost unlimited supply of newspapers. What's black and white and more white all over? Those newspapers were.
Slowly but surely, the orgies began to attract more and more attention. Athletes on professional and college orgy teams were spotted sneaking into the dump for a little off-season training. The very newspapers those athletes were secreting there bodily juices onto contained stories about how much better they were looking at practice. The local vampire college team, the Transylville State Suckers, was looking like it might have a shot at the Red Light Bowl next season. Their strength had always been in the oral department but thanks to these orgies, they were learning advanced thrusting techniques from the werewolves and very advanced catching techniques from the Japanese schoolgirls.
The positive effects on the community didn't stop there. The local contraceptive industry struggled to keep up with the demand and were forced to expand and create new jobs. The economy was boosted to new heights. The schools paid their teachers more. The state paid their politicians so much more that some of them stopped taking bribes altogether. Drexel and his group had been in operation for less than a full year and already they had brought their community into a new age of peace and prosperity that it had never experienced before. They proved that the hardest times lead to the best times, if only your willing to make that pun.

A World Not Unlike Our Own - Chapter 2

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