Red and Carrie look for men at a frat party

Previously:

Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being trapped in a muscular futanari body. He was once saved from an overloaded barbel by Malik, his former teammate, who didn’t recognize him after his transformation. He later adopted a new identity and name in Red. After her crush, Craig, rejected her, he and Cam unexpectedly merged into Carrie, a top-heavy party girl who wants to help Red find a man to pop her cherry.

Red

The dress did look devastating on her, Red had to admit. It clung like a second skin, hugging her hips and cupping her tits. When the light hit, the ridges of her abs were visible through the slinky fabric. She hadn’t worn it since the night of the disastrous threesome, and she was starting to remember why.

It had better look good, with how hard it was to get into.

Red felt terribly exposed as the pair made their way down the sidewalk. She hated the way she minced along, but any attempt to lengthen her stride made her dress start to ride up her hips. She was securely tucked into a tight pair of compression shorts under the dress and wasn’t about to do anything that would risk a wardrobe malfunction.

“This is just unbelievable,” Carrie tittered. “Who could have imagined the two of us ending up like this? Two chicks, out to paint the town red. Ha, Red! Like your name!”

The broad smile hadn’t left Carrie’s face all night, and Red couldn’t help but get pulled in by the gravity of her earnest optimism. The busty fusion was practically skipping down the street. Red still couldn’t understand where the new girl had come from.

Her body at least makes sense. Cam wanted to be skinnier, and Craig couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits. She got skinny and busty in spades. But her personality? I can’t believe two completely uptight people made a ditz.

Carrie once again bemoaned the outfit she was merged into, as none of Cam’s nor Red’s clothes would fit her. The constant stream of babbling filled the sparsely populated sidewalk. Shadows lengthened, and streetlights started to flicker on. A small smile crept onto Red’s face as her mind wandered, wondering what the night might bring.

The duo stopped in front of the Alpha Tau Lambda house and were assaulted by the sounds of a party already in full swing. Voices strained to be heard over the booming bass of the dance music.

Red took a breath to steady herself. As they entered, the conversation paused for a beat to take in the fresh meat. For Hank, this had been a prime hunting ground. He had been an apex predator, commanding all attention. Now, with eyes dissecting her, she couldn’t help but feel like prey.

Partygoers congregated in small groups, and Red recognized several from the basketball team. As she scanned the crowd, she realized the all-male team had skewed the ratio, making her a hot commodity.

“Welcome, ladies! Have a drink.”

A guy offering two red plastic cups of beer appeared out of nowhere. His eyes lingered on Carrie’s chest. Carrie reflexively reached for one of the offered drinks before Red stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Those look like yours, bud. Come back with something sealed.”

He started to protest, his brow furrowing until he was hit by Red’s glare. He made a show of downing one of the cups he had offered before slinking off in a huff.

“What just happened?” Carrie asked.

“You don’t know what’s in that drink. Doesn’t even need to be ****. That cup could have been mostly liquor, and you’re probably more of a lightweight than either Cam or Craig. Trust me, just don’t drink it unless you see it opened or poured.”

Carrie’s eyes widened in realization before she gave Red an appreciative side-hug.

“You’re such a good friend!” She giggled. “So drinks first? Or dancing?”

Red struggled to keep from rolling her eyes.

Be patient with her. She’s new to this.

“First, let’s scan the field, identify the players, see who’s available. This isn’t a speedrun, we don’t have to say yes to anything.”

“If you say so,” Carrie pouted. “But what’s the fun in saying ‘no’ to everything? We’re young and hot. This is my chance to be popular!”

Carrie’s eyes were wide with obvious excitement.

Popular? I guess there’s no way she’d know from Craig or Cam what that’s really like. Just a fantasy.

The party was primarily in one large, open room, and Red guided Carrie around the edge of it. Smells came in waves: Beer, cologne, sweat, liquor, perfume. She was clearing her head when she was surprised by a shoulder bumping her out of the way. A guy walking back to the center of the room, trying to balance two drinks, apparently hadn’t seen her. The girl trailing him clearly had, and she put a possessive arm around his waist while giving Red a steely glare.

Red was again reminded that she no longer commanded the fear of the men here. If they gave her any attention, it would be driven by other motivations.

Then again, that’s why I’m here in the first place.

Red’s eyes continued to wander, silently evaluating potential mates. She stopped in her tracks when she spied a dark figure, leaning alone against the far wall, by the drink table. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she realized that her searching was in hopes of finding this man. Her legs propelled her toward her target, her hips swinging invitingly. Her eyes drank in his tall, lean form.

Red told herself that she was just happy to find someone familiar in this strange new world she found herself in. That her cheeks were flushed because of the heat, and her nipples were hard because of the cold. She shivered as he scanned her body. She saw his eyes widen in recognition and her red lips split in a sly grin. All the while, Carrie hurried to follow, confused at Red’s complete change in posture.

“Carrie, let me introduce you to Malik: a big, damn hero.”

Like the other players, he was wearing his uniform. While others wore it as a status symbol, he seemed embarrassed by it. His eyes had been scanning the room, but now they struggled not to stare at the two women in front of him.

“I don’t know about all that, miss,” He mumbled into his water bottle.

“Carrie,” Red continued, speaking directly to Malik, “You remember the night I… “split up” with Hailey and ended up at the gym. He didn’t know it, but he saved my life that night. I spent years acting strong, until I couldn’t anymore, and all the weight came crashing down on me. But he saved me. He showed me that I could be weak and that others would help.”

“Hero’s a bit much,” Malik said, clearly uncomfortable with the praise. “I was just trying to help, miss… Damn, I’m sorry. I forgot your name.”

“It’s Red.”

“Miss Red. Miss Carrie. It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Are you h-”

“Come on, Malik. Don’t hog both of the new girls.”

Another player that Red recognized as Brad had interrupted. He had inserted himself into the trio to isolate Carrie, who held his full attention.

“I wasn’t, I mean-”

“I’m Brad,” he interrupted again, speaking now to Carrie alone. “You look amazing, babe. That body was made for dancing. Come on, let me show you a good time.”

Carrie turned to Red, her expression wide-eyed and hopeful, but awaiting her approval. Red was momentarily torn, looking back and forth between Carrie and Malik.

Well, Brad’s not a bad guy. She could do worse.

She nodded, and Carrie squealed before grabbing Brad’s arm and letting herself be pulled to the open area in the middle of the large room. Red shook her head ruefully before turning back to Malik.

“I don’t think I’ve seen your friend before. Unless that’s another thing I forgot.”

“Oh Carrie? No, she doesn’t go here. She’s visiting from out of town, and I thought I’d try to show her a good time.”

“That’s nice of you. I’ve actually seen you around since that night. You jog around campus in the morning, right?”

“Seen me? And you didn’t say hi?” Red leaned closer to playfully jab Malik in the ribs with an elbow.

“Nah. You’re always in the zone. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“That’s a shame. I wish you had.”

Red bit her lip and eased toward Malik again, now slightly inside his personal space.

He stiffened slightly before he was startled by a loud whoop. The two followed the outburst to see Carrie, totally vibing with the music. She had a bottle in one hand, the other flailing wildly in the air. Two men flanked her, but she had her eyes closed, just drinking in the sensations.

“She’s drawing a lot of attention,” Malik observed. “The Lambda girls didn’t roll up, so she’s the star of the show. And not in a good way.”

“She looks like she’s having fun,” Red countered. “You don’t like fun?”

“I’m… cautious.”

“You gotta take risks sometimes, right?”

“Says the woman who needed rescuing from a barbell, respectfully.”

Red turned back to Malik and saw his eyes snap away from her. She smiled up at him while he tried to avoid eye contact.

“I don’t regret it. Yeah, I failed, but I got to meet you out of it. When I want something, I go after it.”

“Is that why you’re here?” Malik asked. “‘Cause you want something?”

Red’s lips split, baring her teeth in a predatory grin.

“I want to suck your dick.”

Malik choked on his water, coughing and wheezing while he tried to compose himself.

“Having trouble with that?” Red teased. She took the bottle out of his hand and poured its contents into her open mouth and directly down her throat.

“Damn. Momma warned me about girls like you. Hot woman hitting me up outta nowhere? Sus.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

Malik’s brow furrowed a moment in thought before he shook his head.

“That’s cap. Manipulation. You know you’re hot, now you’re just playing games.”

The song that had been playing finished, and the voices in the house sounded louder in the pause. Red frowned, mulling over Malik’s words.

No games? Guess it’s worth a shot.

“Fine. I’m rocking this dress. I work hard on my body, and I’m proud of it. But I care what you think. I like you, and I want you to like how I look. I know you’ve been hurt before, but now… I want to be something positive in your life.”

‘Yeah? Okay. I can accept that. Just take it easy on the ‘hero’ talk. I’m just a guy.”

“And the blowjob offer isn’t fake. I’ve been practicing, and I think I’m pretty good at it now. I’d love some feedback.”

Malik subtly crossed his legs as he adjusted his lean against the wall.

“Look, a lot of girls have this stereotype about black guys. I don’t want you to be disappointed," he said with a sigh.

Red opened her mouth to protest, but was interrupted by a loud commotion. Her eyes snapped to the center of the room, but her body was already in motion. Two men were shouting, each with a fistful of the other’s shirt. Red recognized them as Brad and the guy who offered them drinks at the door. Carrie stood slightly to the side, but was clearly the source of the conflict. The poor girl was holding onto a pillar for dear life. She looked tipsy and dazed, unable to handle the maelstrom building around her.

Dread rose in Red as she dashed toward the arguing men. The volume of the voices was rising, and she could already see others on the move as well. Ballers were gathering behind Brad while the Alphas were starting to back up the doorman. The air was hot, fueled by congregating bodies and testosterone.

“We invited the team because you were supposed to get chicks to come with you. Not so you could steal the ones that are here.”

“Know your place, bro. She’s dancing with me.”

“Only because I was getting her drink.”

“I’m sure she saw a lot of dipshits before she met the guy she’s going home with.”

“You can’t talk to me like that. She’s mine!”

A brawl is about to erupt, and Carrie’s stuck right in the middle of it.

“Help,” Carrie mouthed silently to Red, her eyes pleading.

Red made it to Carrie’s side and prepared to break up the fight. She puffed up her chest and clenched her fists. Her arms flared out to her sides to widen her profile. She tried to boom out a warning:

“Cut it out, you two dumb motherfuckers. You jackoffs both know you’re going to be alone at the end of the night.”

Red realized her mistake as soon as the words left her lips. Her voice sounded shrill in her own ears. Her figure was dressed to seduce, not intimidate. The two men hardly spared her a glance before going back to their threats to each other. In a moment, she was jostled into a table as larger bodies pushed in, trying to get a better view of the struggle.

Fuck. Hank would be running this show.

Red could only watch as tempers flared and the two groups gathered on each side of the room, itching for the fighting to start. Just before it would have, a pair of hands reached out to grasp the shoulders of the bickering pair.

“Shit, all this over a girl? Look at her. She’s terrified.”

Malik calmly redirected all eyes to Carrie. As he said, she was trembling like a leaf. Her eyes were wide and on the verge of tears.

“Look,” Brad insisted, with strained patience. “We were having a good time until we were interrupted.”

The growing mass of Alpha Tau Lambdas raised their voices in protest. Malik waved his hands, trying to calm them down.

“C’mon. It’s up to her. Let’s just ask her who she wants,” Malik offered.

“So I can end up like you, Ma-Cuck?” Brad scoffed. “No way. I’m not letting another guy swoop in on the girl I want.”

Malik deflated, his eyes downcast in embarrassment.

“That’s not- let’s not fight over it,” he pleaded.

Malik’s not Hank either. He called things down, but he’s not commanding their respect. All that rage is still boiling under the surface, he just pointed it at himself. What the fuck am I supposed to do?

Red instinctively searched for pockets, looking for some tool to help them escape the situation, but only found her skin-tight dress. An idea struck her. It was a harebrained scheme, but without any other options, she didn’t second-guess it. Pushing her way back into the cleared space around Carrie, Malik, Brad, and the Alpha, Red sidled up to Malik and guided his arm possessively around her waist.

“Hey, babe. Let’s dip. I can’t wait to get my lips around your cock.”

Her voice was raised to travel, and she felt her nipples harden as the collective lust of the room trained in on her.

“Come on, Carrie,” She continued, now to her friend. “I found our third for tonight.”

Red stared daggers at Carrie, silently pleading for the girl to go along with the plan. Their eyes met, and through the haze of **** and fear, Carrie’s expression settled in relief. She pranced over to them and settled herself under Malik’s other arm.

“Him? But he’s got a little dick!” Red heard a voice call from the crowd.

Ugh, men.

Red widened her eyes in delight.

“Really? You’re fun-sized?” She looked to Carrie and continued, “Those are so much easier to suck!”

“I can’t wait!” Carrie replied loudly, getting in on the act.

When the circle of men didn’t open for them to leave, Red put on a pout.

“Look, you all had your chance, but you were too busy flexing. Malik is the only one who cared enough to think about Carrie instead of acting macho for the guys. So before you Neanderthals get back to fighting or jerking each other off or whatever, just let us through. Please?”

With a chorus of muffled grumbles, the crowd parted, and Malik escorted the girls toward the exit. Brad scoffed in disbelief as they left.

“The fuck? Malik got rizz?”

Bonus non-canon images of Carrie are on civit.ai