Pandemonium Station

The three wayward highschoolers made their way through the corridors of the space station, trying not to gawk at the sights as they passed them.

She ship had given them a short briefing: "Pandemonium is the hub of trade and commerce in the Vega-9 star cluster. The human military has little presence in this region of space and the station is primarily occupied and operated by demonoids, who control the vast majority of both legal and illegal operations in and around the cluster. The station you breached on Korjax belongs to the Pink Devils, a demonoid gang with growing influence in the cluster, and the technology you observed is that of Dr. P. Nisenvi who appears to be working with the gang. Your objective is to make contact with the gang and attempt to get any information you an on the whereabouts of Dr. Pimpad." Then kicked them out the door by beaming them onto the station.

The inhabitants were not called 'demonoids' for nothing: most of them had horns, barbed tails, and borderline neon complexions ranging from purple to green. The vast majority were a deep red, with classic devil horns sweeping up over their heads aggressively. There were humans, and other things, but not enough to cover their presence. The demonoids watched their every move, most smoking long thin sticks.

Cindi wore a sturdy environmental suit whose outermost layer bore an uncanny resemblance to a sci-fi trench coat, her enormous assets straining against the tough inner material, "I feel like you're not supposed to smoke on a space station."

"You're definitely not, it's more than likely to cause an explosion." Allison wore a gadget-packed suit that clung to her feminized frame in all the worst places. She wiggled, "God I wish these clothes adjusted to our bodies each time.

"Preach sister." Cindi's breathing was limited to short, fast breaths and she was breathing a little more heavily than the other two as they hustled through the crowded corridors.

"Did you guys not get skins from beating the first mission without weapons?" Julian took the lead in his youthful guise.

"I'm wearing mine." Cindi gasped, glancing down at the dark outfit, "My base outfit had 6 inch heels, I mean... wtf? Did you see that planet? I'm glad we didn't figure out how to put them on beforehand." Her current suit only had 4 inch heels.

Allison grumbled something under her breath and Julian leaned down, "What'd you say? Speak up!"

She rolled her eyes and gave him an irritated look, "I said, mine was a swimsuit." The other two stopped and looked at her, "...I didn't choose it! It gave it to me for being 'feminized in the first mission'." She sulked, stalking ahead as the other two trailed behind.

"So... was it like swimming trunks or...?"

"Leotard." Her tone left no doubt that she wanted to drop the subject but Julian didn't take the hint.

"Huh... weird that it didn't give you something similar Cindi."

"Mind was 'streaker' for 'completing more than 50% of the mission naked'."

"Ha! I love that it's a trench coat." Julian guffawed. Allison gave her a look and Cindi coughed, "Um... it took us a while to find the suits. I got mine about the time you did." Allison rolled her eyes.

They followed the objective marker to a bright neon sign that read, "Pink Devils."

"Guess they're not worried about subtlety."

A short human female stepped up as they approached, bowing and beckoning them forward silently. Julian felt his cock stir as he eyed her up and down, chest was a little flat but otherwise she was hella cute. She blushed under his scrutiny, biting her lip as she turned to lead them away. Allison smacked the back of his head without comment and they followed, Julian rubbing his head grumpily.

The girl led them into a club, they left their weapons at the door, its interior was oddly familiar from procedural crime shows. Aside from all the aliens of course. Girls like the one who led them danced on poles and in cages, occasionally joined by taller, more curvaceous women. Julian gawked as one of the tall women slid down her pole and reached out a hand to caress his face. Allison yanked him along irritatedly, "Can you not think with your dick for like five seconds?"

"My 'fumble' is literally my cock, I think it might be out of my control."

Allison ground her teeth but Cindi winced in sympathy, "Fumbles are... REALLY hard to overcome."

Allison rolled her eyes as they stepped into a back room. The girl stepped forward to allow them space to enter and then knelt, crawling forward to sit like a pet next to a throne-like chair. Due to the pervasive smoke and dim lighting, they couldn't see much of the figure sitting in the throne other than the ember his cigar and its baleful reflection on his devilish, dark eyes.

"So... what do you humans want on my station?"

His voice was deep and resonant, making Julian's hair stand on end and his hand itch for the handle of his gun. The demonoid's intimidating presence had the same effect on the girls: all three were silent for a long moment. He cleared his throat, knowing Allison or Cindi were sure to strike him for getting them in trouble, "We're looking for someone. Heard you were the man to talk to."

The eyes tilted and the demonoid's many horns emerged from the silhouette of his throne, further increasing his unnerving presence, "That is true enough. Who are you looking for?"

"Guy named... Uh..."