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[center][b][u]The Comfort Wall[/u][/b][/center]

As Ella approached the district's Comfort Wall, she heard her aural implant register a localised, low priority public information update. With a thought the caracal woman accepted the data stream, and moments later a gentle, feminine voice began to speak directly into her brain's auditory processing centre.

'[i]As we approach the one hundredth anniversary of the first ever Comfort Wall, the city of London would like to offer you the opportunity to look back on the history of the Open Comfort Programme. By the middle of the twenty sixth century, over three hundred years since the successful development of a working, trademark free perpetual motion machine which set in motion the Post Scarcity Age, earth's anthropoid population had reduced to around six point one billion individuals from its late twenty first century peak of eleven point one billion. With a sizeable percentage of the population now choosing to live without seeking to raise families, the Free Expression Zones established in the mid twenty-fourth century were expanded to cover entire cities and regions where only those of twenty years and over were permitted to reside. However, the expansion of these Zones meant that it became harder for those seeking intimate contact with others to easily pick a particular location to share their desires. Thus while the Free Expression Cities and Regions remained, particular areas were dedicated for those who wished to seek Companionship, Carnality and/or Comfort through sexual release. One such area included the western outer wall of a particular erotic accessories dispensary, Lower Marsh Toys, which customised the wall of its store with countless easily accessible accessories that any passer by could make use of without even having to set foot in the store itself. Thus, the first of the informally curated areas which came to be known as Comfort Walls were created. After just two years, the concept had naturally spread and expanded to over six hundred locations, and after ten...[/i]'

With another thought, Ella ended the broadcast as she giggled to herself. She was all for getting a refresher on history, especially the more fun parts of the last few centuries of the world's ongoing golden age. But, she would listen to the rest of the broadcast later on. Now, after all, she had something else to do, because in the time it had taken her to listen that far, she had arrived at her destination.

The very first Comfort Wall, located just to the south of the Waterloo magrail hub, had been Ella's local wall since she had moved to the Greater London Free Expression Region just days after her twentieth birthday, more than seven years prior. As a result she already knew of its role in the history of the city and the world overall, but far more importantly than that, she knew the wall itself. She knew it, and the countless other regulars from the local community who made use of it as frequently as she did, like they were members of her own family. Truthfully, [i]more[/i] than the members of her actual family, who while perfectly nice people had chosen to live more restrained and private lives out in a family friendly region of the Welsh Pembrokeshire countryside. A life which for twenty years Ella had strained against, while working hard with everything she had to ensure that when she was granted full legal adulthood at the age of twenty, she could choose her own path. Her own place in this world out of every possible option.

And, of course, she had chosen here. Not just a big city with all the amenities a connected citizen of the twenty seventh century could possibly desire, but a home in that city in proximity to a Comfort Wall. To the first Comfort Wall, where almost a century of its presence had drawn the most free spirited, open and unabashedly horny anthros from across the planet and the other inhabited regions of the solar system overall.

For a little while, Ella just stood at the upper end of the Lower Marsh, an ancient London street which had held a street food market in the early twenty first century, but which had been through countless redevelopments in the several hundred years since. The caracal stood, her naked body bathed in the combination of the spring sunshine and soothing, gentle breeze, with her large and tufted ears listening to the hum of the magrail station behind her, intermingled with the gasps, whimpers, grunts and more overt cries ringing out from up ahead. She listened, and though her pussy was already aching, already dampening her thighs with arousal, she stood and watched for a brief while as the Comfort Wall stretched out along the entire length of the street before her, and those already making use of it reminded her just how lucky they all were to live at this time, in this place, together.

"Oh... ohh... ohhhhhh..."

Rising up onto the tips of his hooves, a lithe, fully shorn sheep with tanned, exposed skin all over his body pressed his smooth torso to a padded section of the wall as his cock pumped in and out of a hole within the vertical surface. His fingers pawed and scratched harmlessly at the wall as his hips jerked and his crotch pressed itself to the hilt inside of the glistening orifice, a synthetic toy designed to replicate not just the texture and tightness of a near-virgin asshole, but to go beyond what would have been possible for such a genuine hole, given its abundantly self-lubricating nature and far more complex capacity to squeeze and vibrate around any anatomy placed within it. Lube from the hole in the wall drooled down the front of the sheep's thighs and dripped off his heavy balls, which slapped audibly against the soft padding on the area of the wall surrounding the toy itself. The sheep's moans rose in both volume and intensity, until barely twenty seconds later, with a strangled and bleating wail, he hilted himself inside the toy and began to drain his balls, tail twitching and the muscles of his ass clenching visibly each time he launched another thick ribbon of seed into the wall.

Several metres away, in the middle of the street itself on a raised, foam padded and smoothly covered dais that served as one of many of the outdoor beds or benches positioned at intervals along the length of the wall, half a dozen people stood gathered around that particular bed, watching the pair of figures at its centre. Maybe they were friends. Maybe they were all bonded spouses, or just various branches of a wider and more complex network of open relationships. Maybe they didn't know one another at all beyond their meeting at the Comfort Wall that particular morning. It didn't matter though, because the outcome was exactly the same. Those six individuals, six different species ranging in ages from probably their mid twenties to their fifties, stood and watched, moaning, masturbating, calling out breathless, blissful encouragements, as a pair of plump red pandas lay entangled and vigorously, greedily fucking one another. The woman had been on top when Ella started watching, but now she was on her back, arching her body, kicking out her feet, long tail thrashing wildly over the edge of the bed as the man fucked her. What made the act so special, so worthy of being watched and cheered on over all the other incredible sights and feelings being shared that morning, Ella didn't know. Whatever it was though, an anniversary, a first time, a personal ritual or maybe simply just a pair of exhibitionists being indulged by some voyeurs in an act of lucky happenstance, they all seemed so happy, and that was really all that mattered.

"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck[i]fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!![/i]"

A wild, guttural screaming drew Ella's attention away from that group, and indeed caused many more sets of eyes from along the length of the wall to turn towards the figure responsible. The rat woman was one of the only individuals on the street wearing any clothes, namely a crop top that showed off her pudgy belly, and a skirt so short that there was no way it could possibly have covered up her rounded ass, nor the five inches of her small, thick cock, testicles notably absent beneath it. In this day and age it was rare to see an individual who identified as transgender yet had not undergone a full genetic transition, a fairly simple series of procedures involving harmless gene therapy and anatomical replication as opposed to the ancient remedies of hormone supplements and manual surgical reconstruction. For some however a less than full transition was exactly what they wanted in order to achieve the goal that every living anthro deserved; to feel not just content, but joyously lucky to be exactly who they were. And in this woman's case, what she wanted was abundantly and blissfully clear.

She was strapped to a machine protruding from a section of the wall. A mountable, rideable fucking machine of a type known for the rather extreme settings it could be coaxed into providing to anyone who mounted it. Beside the machine a transparent fronted cabinet within the wall displayed a series of toy attachments that could be affixed to the device, and from past experience using the machine herself, Ella recognised that the toy missing from the cabinet was the second biggest one possible, over twice the length of the rat's own erection, and still twice as thick despite her own natural girth.

And now, that toy was jackhammering in and out of the woman whose ankles and wrists were affixed to the sides of the machine she was mounting, while a holographic countdown timer floated in front of the screaming rat's face, teasing, taunting, enthralling her with the knowledge of just how long she was going to be under the toy's influence, even though she had clearly already cum, and was wailing and grunting in post-orgasmic, overstimulated and blissful, but unbearable self-induced torture.

'[i]9m30s.

9m29s.

9m28s...[/i]'

The rat's eyes bulged anew. She let loose a squealing, shrill sob as a tiny, translucent spurt of fluid erupted from her frantically straining and pulsing cock, and as her orgasmic wailing rang out across the street until it became even more desperate and yet deliciously joyous screams of over-worked, over-fucked anguish, Ella finally felt her left hand reach down and briefly, but roughly tweak her stiff clit between forefinger, middle finger and thumb. The caracal grunted, she whimpered, and just like that she stopped simply standing and watching, and hurried forward onto the street itself, and towards the wall where her own pleasure awaited her.

She passed a pair of giggling lemurs who couldn't have been more than twenty one, standing in front of a holo-screen beside one of the wall's toy dispensary units and dancing from paw to paw, arousal glistening upon their thighs and leaving droplets on the ground beneath them as they searched through some of the more exotic options available; clit pumps, double-penetrators, and simply dildos designed to look like all manner of mythical and fictional creatures.

She did stop for a few more seconds, though only seconds, as she passed two of the Virtual Neural Reality pods set into the wall. Both were occupied by a lean middle aged pair, a fox and a dolphin. Within the transparent pods, their naked bodies twitched and writhed, the fox's cock pulsing and drooling visibly, and the dolphin's pussy periodically spraying gushes of fluid over the already dripping surface of her thick tail, trickling abundantly down onto the padded surface on which she was lying. Ella was tempted to access the external interface and enjoy a glimpse of whatever Virtual Neural Simulation the two were engaged in together, both their pods bearing a green light above their holo-pads that let others know the scenes being played out were freely and consensually viewable by any passer by. Instead though, giggling and reaching down to rub her clit again as the fox's toes splayed out and he began to paint his heaving, fluffy chest and stomach with ribbons of cum while his eyes remained closed, his consciousness entirely occupied elsewhere, Ella hurried a little further down the wall to the spot where she had hoped to spend some time that day.

There were many different types of hole to be found in Comfort Walls. Toy holes like the one she had seen the sheep using. Glory holes where an individual could position themselves in a small chamber on the other side, and offer some portion of their anatomy to anonymously stimulate and satisfy passers-by who wished for another living person's touch perhaps without the familiarity of a more personally intimate experience. There were the toy dispensaries, and all sorts of other cabinets and shelves from which countless specialist accessories could be withdrawn for use before being replaced and cleansed for their next user. But the particular kind of hole that Ella was there for was none of those. It might have looked at first glance like a particularly deep alcove meant for holding some specific device, but the holo-projector containing information regarding its real nature would have swiftly clarified that it wasn't meant to house any kind of inanimate object.

The caracal knew that of course, and thus she skipped over the usage briefing offered to her implant, and leaned forward to push her upper body into the hole. Inside were two handles, and an illuminated holo-screen that floated a foot or so in front of Ella's face. The surface on which her stomach , breasts and arms were resting was padded and comfortable, and the interior was warm but well ventilated, enclosed but not stuffy or claustrophobic to the feline woman in particular. Internally, Ella accessed the system of this particular wall feature, and uploaded her standard settings. She trembled in anticipation, and mere moments later let slip a soft mewling cry of delight as she heard a whirring sound, and felt the hole close around her midsection, a light but sturdy, air filled pad inflating to rather firmly, tightly hold her in place, effectively trapping her upper body inside the hole and leaving only her backside and legs hanging out onto the street.

A moment later, the holo-screen flickered on, and projected in extremely high fidelity the sight of the caracal's exposed rump as others on the street beyond would be able to see it. Another second and a green light shone over the squirming, exposed rear of the caracal, while Ella mewled happily once again at the words that shone brightly just a foot or so over her bare rear and visibly flushed, glistening, needy pussy.

'[i]Free Use: 2h59m.[/i]'

Just reading those words made Ella's pussy convulse so urgently she could not only feel it, but see it right before her eyes. She could see her clit twitch. Her pussy's outer muscles clutch and relax in rapid cycles. She watched and felt a bead of arousal trickle down onto her clit and hang there for almost twenty agonising seconds before it dripped off to the ground below where her footpaws were already squirming and shuffling impatiently. Thankfully though, Ella knew she wouldn't have to wait long. She never did. No-one who offered themselves up for free use ever had to wait long, and sure enough, less than a minute after she had sealed herself in for that three hour cycle, the first of Ella's many lovers that day approached her, and began to idly, playfully run a saliva-dampened fingertip around the pucker of her ass.

A minute later, the deer's cock was inside her rear end, while his sizeable and loose balls slapped roughly against Ella's aching clit.

Ten minutes after that a dalmatian woman in her seventies at least was holding a sonic wave induction vibrator mere inches from Ella's pussy, listening to the caracal's muffled, repeated screams as she pummelled the younger woman's g-spot with waves of unceasing, unrelentingly direct sonic stimulation.

Then came the lion brothers.

Then the retired hare who tended some of the flower beds in a nearby park.

Then the dalmatian was back, this time dressed in inversely black and white spotted latex from head to toe with only her sagging breasts exposed, and a thick, stallion-shaped strap-on protruding from her crotch.

Then a group of engineers doing maintenance nearby, one after the other, after the other, after the other, after the other. And then...

Ella let loose a pleasure-drunk, overwhelmed giggle as for the first time in a little while her eyes focused enough to actually see the holo-screen in front of her.

'[i]Free Use: 1h02m.[/i]'

Her clit ached from overstimulation. Her pussy felt stretched and raw. She could barely feel her legs, and the fur on her thighs was a matted, tangled mess of cum and other fluids.

And yet, when one of Ella's best friends strolled past, stopped, clearly recognised her ass, and wandered over to playfully pat her on one buttock, a goofy grin immediately spread over the already exhausted and overworked caracal's face.

She whimpered happily as her friend's cock started to stiffen while he continued to affectionately rub her ass, having always enjoyed that particular part of her body in the same way that Ella couldn't get enough of the otter's soft, kind eyes, and how they remained that way even as he was doing the most intense and lewd things to her or their other friends.

His cock slipped inside her with a whole hour of free use left to go. But rather than fucking her hard and fast, rather than rutting her and cumming inside of her as roughly and mindlessly as possible, the otter began to thrust far more gently than normal. For the first time in the four years they had known one another, after countless sleepovers and exploring all manner of kinks together, it actually felt as though they weren't fucking. As though they were doing something else new. Something else utterly untested for the two of them together.

Ella trembled, moaned, and tried in vain to rock her hips encouragingly back against the otter's own as her friend [i]made love[/i] to her, and as the pleasure grew more and more intense throughout that slow, steady build so different from almost all the sex that Ella had experienced in her life, neither the otter humping her, nor the caracal herself could stop smiling.

She loved visiting the Comfort Wall. She had loved it for years already, and would hopefully continue to love it for the rest of her life. But on that particular day, at that particular time, she really, really [i]loved[/i] the Comfort Wall, just as she was beginning to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she might be a little bit in love with the man currently buried inside her pussy, too.

By Jeeves