Where Sarah's Partner Is

“Your lover is waiting for you by the far bar.” The words sent an excited chill through Sarah. She could barely wait to hop upon his familiar cock and moan aloud encouragements and speak of her experiences since this reception literally turned into an orgy.

She could already hear herself telling him to hurry up and cum so they could go share Hailey.

Stumbling to her feet Sarah felt herself in a sexual euphoric stupor. Grinning dumbly she was amused by the thought she was sex drunk. Never had she thought it possible, but she was at a loss for a better descriptor.

Looking around Sarah admired all the coupling. Hardly a human was left amongst the room as hyper sexualized humanoid beasts celebrated their new existence.

And celebrate they did, there was hardly any true coupling as one rutting pair inevitable was linked into another, chains of couples becoming threesomes, foursomes, and more-somes. Linking across the room demonstrating the heavy sexual liberation of the Idol’s indoctrinated.

Sarah marveled at the menagerie of variety, reptilian and elephant like people having entered the fray previously unbeknownst to Sarah.

Sarah paused for a moment to lean against a toppled table, awaiting her light-headedness to pass as she admired the colourful entry of a few bird like women, they flamboyantly seemed to bounce up and down amongst the crowd, until finding a suitable place to entwine themselves amongst their fellow sexual demons.

Strangely despite the drastic physical changes Sarah could identify everyone she knew, often find the changes for the better. Especially with those she previously would have never considered sleeping with.

Staggering back on her way across the suddenly larger feeling ballroom Sarah toyed with the idea of stopping for another fuck here, a little teasing there, her mind feeling suddenly jubilant that whatever perverted desire she had, whoever it was about here would fulfill it.

She watched as some enthused patrons pleaded for a turn to be bit or stung by some of the more human looking women, the recipients of such desires quickly dropping to the floor or jumping others in a sex crazed high.

Finally approaching the far bar it was clear the crowd here was in fine spirits, an elephant woman was spraying a corruptive mist out over the gathering with her trunk, assorted demons relishing the corrupting showers as the huddle near the bar, drinking from bottle placed out, be it from the bottle or poured across another individual.