She's Not Like Other Girls

Nyx stood at the front door to ‘Nocturne’, the nightclub’s lights and sounds occasionally leaking out into the cold night air past her. For all intents and purposes, she looked… intimidating was probably an understatement.

Standing at six foot four, her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail that looked like it could choke the life out of someone while the flashing lights behind her caused the teal streaks flowing through it to glow almost otherworldly. Her feminine facial features were emphasized with a subtle sheen around her brows and jaw from the streetlight overhead, all culminating in an expression and look in her amber eyes that screamed ‘don’t fuck with me’. That wasn’t even mentioning her muscles; her arms weren’t the absolute biggest, but the short-sleeved black leather jacket and dark blue crop top combo showed off enough that it was obvious she could—and would—easily win a fight against anybody who tried to make a scene.

However, the image of this strong, fierce, and battle-ready woman was kind of ruined by the dark blue pleated skirt that fell to her knees. She didn’t think it ruined the look herself, especially combined with her combat boots, but… the fact was that the amount of people who thought they could push her around and get in when she said no… was more than every other bouncer hired… combined… Well, people were stupid, and sexists even more. She felt tough, and the demeanor was half the job.

While keeping up the expression of no nonsense bouncer… ness… came easily to her after doing it for almost a year, her brain was busy doing other stuff. And by other stuff, it was cataloguing the girls that came in. She didn’t necessarily sleep around… but she also… didn’t… not sleep around either. She just liked to… keep an eye out for anyone interesting.

And tonight. Well, tonight she could really use someone or something interesting.

It was around 12:30 AM and there had been about fifty people that came since the start of her shift at 11:00 PM. Usually, there was a big rush that happened at midnight, but for some reason that… just didn’t happen tonight. It should have: all the college kids had finally finished with their shit and needed to spend some time not staring at pieces of paper, people getting home late from work and needing to spice up the night, and the married men sneaking out after their wives had fallen asleep because they hadn’t had sex in five years. That last one was a very specific example; some dude had literally talked her ear off about it for like three hours a couple of months back after she hadn’t let him in because he was way too drunk.

But today was just… painfully slow… She would much rather be back at home in a tank top and sweat pants, just watching a trashy action movie—or at the gym putting work into making her muscles even more drool worthy–or fucking a hot girl–or all at the same time; it would be kind of hot to get a blowjob while watching a movie right after a workout, a slut choking on her cock as she relaxed and barely paid attention to her, her hand curling in her hair and holding her down on her giant piece of meat until she just filled her u-

Unsurprisingly, the fantasy had awoken said giant piece of meat from its slumber, beginning to incessantly push against her panties and creating a large lump in the front of her skirt that was mostly hidden. That was the main reason she wore skirts, especially when working; who knows what could happen, and she wasn’t going to try and explain to some dude why she not only had a dick, but why she was getting so aroused looking at his girlfriend dressed in the sluttiest thing imaginable. Ok, that second point was kind of obvious, but still the first one stood; she wasn’t going to risk getting shot or gang raped by a bunch of guys just because she got a boner.

Pushing the thoughts from her mind—or at least, trying to—she sighed deeply before pulling her phone from her pocket and checking the time again.

12:34 AM.

“Fuuuuucking hell…”

Her voice came out undeniably feminine but with a hint of huskiness to it as she drew out the first word. This was going to be a very long night… Maybe she could message Annie, see if she’d be up for a quick fuck, just to pass the time faster; it’s not like anyone was coming. They had just had sex the other day at Annie’s apartment, but she was a regular and Nyx knew how many people she had left with to fuck at their place, or her apartment, or the alley, or bathroom, or really anywhere.

Respect.

With that, she put her phone back away in her jacket pocket, deciding against it for the sole reason that her boss would definitely fire her if she got caught fucking a customer on the clock. For the third time. This month. But could he blame her?! I mean, he saw what chicks usually wore when coming in. He was probably just jealous that a girl had a bigger cock than him. Technically, Frank didn’t know she even had one, nor did she know how big he was—she didn’t want to for that matter. But… when you are as big as her down there, it’s safe to assume that most people are smaller. Not that she thinks about other people’s dicks often; unless it’s a cute enby. Even then, she was strictly a top. It was fun to make them quiver and shake while she fucked their ass.

Ignoring the growing bulge in her skirt, again, thankful as ever that she wore a pleated one so it hid anything from showing, she just… looked around the street. It’s not like she had anything better to do; no one had come in the last fifteen minutes. That usually signaled a rush would be coming soon, but… something felt… wrong about tonight for a reason she couldn’t quite place.

Her eyes lighting up, checking the time once more, she looked like she had just solved the greatest mystery of all time. It was 12:35 PM, and the cute girl who always walked by at 12:12 PM didn’t show up. That was it!

She didn’t know her name or… really anything about her, but still, she was cute. It had been part of her routine most nights to give the girl at least a soft nod even when Nyx was busy dealing with assholes, usually pretty soon after the girl got off the bus and began walking to what she could only assume was her apartment across the street. She did feel bad that the cute girl had to live so close to a nightclub, though.

Despite that, she couldn’t help but feel like that wasn’t the only issue. There had been plenty of days that she probably didn’t work and therefore hadn’t gotten off that bus and stuff, but still.

Now that she thought about it… did the bus even come tonight? She couldn’t really… remember… To be fair, her memory wasn’t her strongest aspect, but still, she always made a mental note when it came, even if the girl didn’t get off.

It was probably nothing, though; she did get paranoid over stupid stuff occasionally... Sometimes… Frequently… Ok, it happened quite a bit, but still, she recognized it was an issue, and that was the first step to improving! Still, it was… strange…

Honestly, this was the quietest and least busy it had been since… ever, now that she thought about it. She hated dealing with people and stuff, but there was one thing she hated more than that.

Being bored.

Luckily for her, that was about to change quite drastically; both for the moment and for the rest of her life.

As a gust of wind blew down the empty street as her thick coat fluttered gently, her eyes caught on… something… It was too dark and far away in the distance, but it almost looked like… someone leaning up against a streetlight. She couldn’t make out anything about them though; despite being technically illuminated, the figure was still a couple of blocks away and looked like they were dressed in all black.

She usually wouldn’t have even given it a second thought, but seeing as this was the only sign of life she’d seen of anyone in almost twenty minutes, it was noticeable.

Shrugging her shoulders gently, her large C-cups shifting ever so slightly within her crop top, she turned her head to look at the other side of the street. However, just like the fifty other times she’d looked recently, there was still no one there. Sighing deep, she checked back on the only other person she had seen; at least it made it easy to give whoever it was her full attention.

However, when she looked back over, the figure had moved, becoming a bit more clear. They were still a block or two away so she still couldn’t really make anything else out about them besides they were most definitely dressed in black, but still, it was weird. They were still leaning against a streetlight and everything! Just… a closer one. Obviously.

A shiver ran down her spine as she looked at the person, her mind beginning to play tricks on her; she could have sworn she saw something move around the things back. Hell, it could be anything! If it was some weird tentacle hentai monster or something, she would punch that thing so fucking hard.

Falling back a bit to the door so she could keep an ear out for anything inside and totally not because she was getting creeped out or anything, she kept her eyes locked onto the thing. It still hadn’t moved and simply leant back against the post; at least it wasn’t getting closer. Yet…

Suddenly, she definitely heard a super strange sound inside. With that, she called out behind her without taking her eyes off the figure; she just wanted to make sure her coworkers that she hated were ok. It was totally not because it was getting way too creepy because she hadn’t seen anyone, or anything for that matter, around for… Goddess knows how long.

“Hey! Trev! Everything going ok in there? Could have sworn I heard some fucked noises or something!”

However, instead of the familiar sound of Trevor making a stupid and sexist joke about her being a pussy and this ‘being a job for a man’, there was simply… nothing. Pure and complete silence. Not even the music was on, which was extremely unnerving. She had literally been laughed out of a staff meeting a couple weeks ago for the mere suggestion that they turn the music down a bit or put up some noise canceling padding around the door so they stopped getting complaints. She couldn’t remember it being turned off… But now that she was paying attention, it was just… silent.

Peeking her head around the door for just a second, just to see if… maybe the asshole hadn’t heard her or, hell, maybe she had gone unexplainably deaf (despite the fact that she could still hear herself just fine) she was met by something truly bone chilling.

The door behind her opened up directly into the club proper, the only thing separating it was a tiny ‘wall’ that she had managed to convince the guys would be a good idea so the fuzz didn’t have reasons to shut the whole place down for flashing lights or whatever. From where she stood, she could see around and past the divider, the entire dance floor, bar, seats, and even the VIP booths and balcony visible. And not a single person was in there.

Not.

One.

Nyx shivered, though it wasn’t because of the cold. She was just trying to process… what the actual fuck was going on.

Maybe it was just some stupid prank; Jim had once put a dead moth on a protein bar he had given her after all. Of course, he claimed that he hadn’t done it on purpose… after she kicked him in the balls five times, just to be safe. And to be fair, the wrapper was completely sealed and didn’t seem tampered with. And the moth looked like it had been in there for months, if not years. But still, you could never be too safe.

Maybe it was that stupid Raptor thing or whatever the Christians always went on and on about; everyone having been taken to their perfect dream world. Or something; she didn’t really understand it and had blocked most of Sunday school from her brain a long time ago. The only thing was that Trevor was definitely not a Christian and said they were, like, from Budapest or something; she didn’t understand what that had to do with stupid religion, but she respected people’s culture. At least when they respected her. So unless the pearly whites had gotten a lot more lax with their rules, that probably wasn't it.

It was at that moment she remembered the figure by the streetlight. In an instant, she swung her head back towards them.

And just like she suspected, not only were they still there, but they were closer now, standing against a broken lamp post above fifty feet from her, shrouded in shadows. However, despite her definitely not being absolutely terrified, she was even more not in the mood for whatever fucking games this clown was playing. Whether it had anything to do with the fact that seemingly everyone had vanished or not was irrelevant; one threat at a time.

“Hey! You! Can you stop doing the shitty horror movie cliche thing and just walk over here like a fucking normal person?!”

Instead of… whatever she was expecting… The figure cloaked in shadows made a high pitched and startled little screech that was… honestly kind of cute. It was almost like Nyx had been the one that had snuck up on it or something. The tall muscular girl could only tilt her head in visible confusion as the figure quickly did as she asked, their heels clicking against the hard sidewalk.

Much like the noise they had made, the figure that revealed themselves once it stepped into the light near Nyx… was also completely counter to the scary lamp thing they had done.

Instead of some scary or intimidating monster like she thought it might be, in front of her was a short girl with long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a frankly adorable face that was pink from blushing. As the woman fidgeted with the sides of her long black coat that covered everything but the front of her tight yet also slightly flowy black dress, the neckline plunging deep enough to reveal plenty of her cleavage, the large black hat she wore on her head seemed to almost… twitch. It almost looked like something was beneath it trying to escape its confines. However, the most confusing part was the fact that, completely counter to the all black outfit, she also wore a bright pink collar around her throat that was completely visible; the… neck thing of the coat almost drawing more attention to it instead of hiding it.

Despite being kind of weird, she had to admit… she was absolutely adorable and sexy in that way where you just wanted to fuck her till her face literally burnt to a crisp. She definitely seemed like the type to say the most depraved and dirty things imaginable all while blushing like a virgin. Nyx was also a big fan of collars and stuff as well, so that was a plus too. Putting them around slut’s throats of course; she’d kill and then strangle (yes, in that order), anyone that tried to put one on her.

As her gock twitched beneath her skirt, which strangely, the short blushing girl seemed to make an extra effort not look down at like she somehow knew what she had, Nyx shook her head.

Focus Nyx! Everyone has disappeared and this was literally the only sign of life she’d seen in, like… the last half an hour. Stop thinking with your dick!

Just as the tall trans girl was about to confront the short blonde, said blonde… went rigid as her eyes widened like she just realized something. Cheeks going from their previous soft pink to a deep crimson, the woman suddenly knelt on the ground and wrapped her arms around Nyx’s legs, holding them tight as she squeaked out a single embarrassed and flustered word.

“S-S-Sorry!”

Before Nyx could even try and fight back or… anything, they both simply… disappeared from outside the club, the only sign of them even being there in the first place was the pink cloud of… something that spelled out the word ‘Poof’ before it dissipated. A couple seconds later, a deep sigh came from an alley around the side of the building as the world returned completely to normal. The club was packed, cars were driving on the road, people walked by on the sidewalk, and no one seemed to even notice the missing bouncer, yet at least.

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In a soft puff of pink smoke, two figures appeared on the stage. One was a tiny blonde girl clinging to the other woman's legs, her hat and coat having shifted just enough to reveal the side of a twitching animal ear and the swishing of a very fluffy and soft looking tail, both the same color as her hair. She was desperately trying to ignore the fact that something very hot and very large was pressing against her cheek through the woman’s skirt in this position. Judging by the blush on her cheeks that were so red it looked like they would catch on fire at any moment combined with the way her eyes were closed tight, she was failing. Badly.

But that’s not who we are interested in. That would be the girl who was currently being clung to like a koala.

The tall, muscular, trans girl’s face was flickering between about fifty different emotions at once. The main two were sheer confusion at what the fuck was going on and had happened, and the other was more than a little bit of arousal at the cute girl that was currently nuzzling her dick.

Like a lot of times with Nyx, that second emotion won out. She was completely oblivious to everything around her, everything except for the way her length pressed against the cute slut’s face. Reaching down as she spoke, her lips curling into a predatory and hungry look, she trailed her hand through the adorable blond’s soft hair, brushing against the fluffy triangle that had been revealed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“You didn’t have to do that whole scary lamp thing, baby; if you needed it this bad, you could have just came over and asked like a good girl.~ As much as I’d love to fuck that pretty little throat here and now, we can’t do it on the side walk where everyone can see; even if I’d love nothing more.~”

The blonde on her knees, feeling the large bulge grow beneath her cheek further, went pure nuclear, not able to do anything for a moment as Nyx melted her mind. Just as the tall dominant woman was about to pull her up and bring her to the alley nearby where she had ducked more than a couple different girls on the clock, the tiny blonde squeaked cutely before forcing herself to let go of Nyx’s legs and ‘poofed’ away. The fox would be in so much trouble for this…

Everyone else just looked on with… varying reactions… The muscular and pale girl simply looked down at the spot where the cute girl was mere moments ago in confusion. All the while, Jack, who had switched to a female form resembling a certain fast food mascot with fox ears and a tail, introduced her, “Please welcome our fifth Contestant, Nyx Expe-“

Before they could finish their sentence however, Nyx had finally realized that not only was she no longer in front of the club, but that she was also surrounded by a bunch of people. She had a completely normal reaction to this.

“G-sus fucking shit!”

Pushing her skirt down to conceal the bulge in it from where the tiny girl had begged her to pound her slutty little mouth (ok, she hadn’t actually said that, but the whore was nuzzling her cock like it was the second coming of Chris), she looked around with wide eyes, cataloguing the people.

The Penny’s fox girl mascot, a super fluffy moth chick, the skater girl from near the gym, a girl who was naked and smelled like wet dog multiplied by five, the cute girl who walked by the club every night, and a blue tentacle hentai monster. This was completely normal.

Clearing their throat, Jack tried again, their fox tail slightly bristling, “As I was saying, Nyx Experia. She is a trans woman who works as a bouncer at club ‘Noctu-“

Once again, before Jack could finish the introduction, Nyx had interrupted them again, “Where the fuck am I? Why is there a creepy but kind of hot hentai monster here? And a moth? And everyone else, but, like, those two are the most confusing and stuff. Oh, and where did the cute blonde go; she got me like super fucking ha-“ Nyx just barely managed to stop herself, not really knowing what they had seen, nor had she heard what Jack had said about her being trans. Thinking quickly, she came up with a completely logical solution that made perfect sense “She got me… got me… She got me a soda! And… I wanted to… pay her back!” Nyx gave herself a proud little fist pump as she turned to the Penny’s mascot expectantly. Perfect save!

Jack sighed deeply as the girl looked over at them now, waiting for them to answer her questions; if she had just waited about ten seconds, most of them would be answered. Minus the last one; they didn’t really understand what the deal was with that mini producer or whatever. They seemed way too excited to get the muscular trans girl.

Their tail swishing in annoyance, their face a practiced calm, they finally continued. “You see, Ms Experia, you are a Contestant on Harem Hotel and are the fifth member of your Mastress’ har-“

This time, it wasn’t Nyx who interrupted Jack, but instead Itzel, having stage whispered to said Mastress, her eyes sparkled in slight mischief at the chance to fluster her roommate. “Hey Robin?~ Isn’t that the girl you’ve been crushing on for the last… seven months or so? The one you call Six because the one time you actually managed to work up the courage to talk to her, you thought that’s what she said her name was. Then she proceeded to go on a long rant about being an assassin or something?”

As soon as the alien girl began to speak, Robin’s cheeks had gone a very deep red. They couldn’t help but let out a little betrayed squeak as they looked over at their roommate. How could she do this to them?! They had told her that in complete roomy confidence!

At first, Nyx was a bit struck. Not by the fact the cute girl had had a crush on her, or even by the fact that a tentacle thing was talking so casually to them. It was because of the name. Robin? Like… from school? From before my back asswards parents put me in that shitty catholic school because one of the boys had worn a skirt and they ‘didn’t want me being surrounded by heathens’? There’s no way; it had to just be a coincidence.

Pushing the thought out of her mind, she focused on another part of what was said. And like with a lot of things in life, it was mainly thinking with her still hard dick and Nyx… well, Nyx did what she did best.

Hopping off the stage, that dominant and knowing smirk on her face once more, now aimed at someone new, she walked over casually. However, with her sheer size, even that looked intimidating. Reaching the Mastress in a couple steps, she lowered her hand to Robin’s jaw and titled it up so they looked directly into her smoldering, amber eyes as she spoke huskily and intimately.

“Robin… such a pretty name for a pretty girl… It suits you; small and delicate~… I’m… pretty free spirited, babe; if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask.~ Though, I do adore shy little things… they always make the cutest noises when I make them come apart beneath me~… Don’t worry though, we can make up for lost time.~ What do you say, my cute little bird, ready to sing?~” Lowering her head further, her lips just grazing against their ear, she whispered with a voice that was full of promise, no hint of even the slightest bit of subtlety, “And I’m much more than just six; but you’ll find that out soon enough.~”

Robin’s face looked like it was about to combust as their legs wobbled like jello. Even Itzel couldn’t help but blush slightly; a soft purple on her otherwise blue skinned face as some of her tentacles twisted together ever so slightly.

However, before anything more could happen, a certain skater girl came over, poking her finger into one of Nyx’s muscular arms. As she began to speak, putting a bit more pressure into her bicep, her eyes glowed with fire. Now she had even more competition for Robin, who apparently had a crush on this new girl!

“Hey! Meathead! There are other people here; you can’t just… do whatever you are doing! Also, Robin isn’t a girl; they are genderfluid! Didn’t anyone ever teach you to ask before assuming people’s pronouns?!” All the while, Beverly… did beaver things to show her displeasure in what was going on. That was her mate!

Nyx looked over at the skater girl, completely ignoring the naked and smelly one doing Goddess’ knows what. With a slightly confused expression, she looked back over to Robin. She didn’t let them go, yet (they looked like if she did their legs would give out), but she did pull back just a tiny bit, enough to give them a proper once over. Now that she was looking at them… they definitely gave off more of a gender neutral appearance… She honestly felt really bad about assuming they were a girl… she kind of just thought they were shy about their body and that's why they wore quite wildly different clothes sometimes…

Scratching the back of her neck, her long ponytail swaying behind her, she didn’t… really know what to do with a genderfluid person… She’d never met one, let alone fucked one… she’d only ever done stuff with girls and enby’s…

Shaking her head, Nyx tried to salvage this, looking back down into Robin’s eyes and giving them a smile that didn’t look like she was about to devour them whole. “Umm… shit… I… I’m really sorry about that Robin… umm… like… uhh… just… replace all the she/her’s with they/them’s and… uhh… the girls and stuff with… a gender neutral alternative? Person? Cutie? Ohh, yea, cutie could definitely work! Nice! So… yea! Just do that! I’m still completely down to do everything I said and stuff by the way; as long as you aren’t in a he/him… mood? State? Whatever it’s called. But yea, I’m lesbian; though enby’s are cute as hell so I’d still be down when you are in a they/them thing too!”

Nyx looked way too proud of herself for… that…

Clapping their hands, catching everyone’s attention once more, Jack turned to face the cameras (and therefore audience). As they spoke, ready to get things moving along, their tail was still visibly slightly puffed up in annoyance; they may have been a trickster god, but being interrupted was still frustrating.

“Alright! That is our fifth Contestant! And isn’t she just a firecracker; I think she’ll fit in perfectly! Thinking with your head and not your brain can take you quite a ways in Harem Hotel after all! Anyway, our strong lady of the night, like every other Contestant, has three transformation paths! We are open to suggestions for all of them, again, like always! They are Amazonian, Nightlife, and Assassin! Now, please-“

Once again, before Jack could move things along, they were interrupted. Again. By Nyx.

“Wait, what? What’s a transformation path?And… why Assassin? I’m… not one? I mean, it would be sick as hell and stuff; just being this bad ass that kills people and stuff! Only people that deserve it of course; like transphobes, politicians, and peaches! Do I get my own like, entourage of hot chicks too?! I think I know what I want my first one to be; I mean… a non gendered version of chick in this specific case that I can’t think of...~” With that last part, she winked back at Robin which, despite the extremely clumsy delivery, was delivered with such… aura to it that they couldn’t help but blush deeper.

“Oh my Goddess! Can I have, like, a codename?! I could literally be ‘Agent Six’, just like Robin thought I was called! Not that it matters what they call me; the only th-“

It was Jack's turn to interrupt this time; if they didn’t move things along the audience would get bored. Making sure the cameras were focused on them, they began speaking as if Nyx hadn’t interrupted them.

“Now, please welcome our sixth contestant!”

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