The Inferno 7 - Kin

After waiting a few minutes for Zoey's cock to calm down enough to cram it back into her jeans - thereby creating a bulge so huge it's barely less noticable than if she just kept it out - you make your way back downstairs and over to the bar with the wannabe vampire. The general level of debauchery in the dance hall has definitely increased since you first arrived here. Well, most people are still behaving not much differently than in any ordinary club, dancing, drinking, talking- to be fair, there's less fighting and crying than at regular clubs. Less of that and more sex. A good trade-off in your book. Well, you could likely live with a few less dudes jerking off at some random couple. Then again, there are a lot more guys than girls in here, so there's bound to be quite the amount of pent up horniness without release. Well, other than masturbation. Eh, you're talking from a luxurious position here. Not only are you a fairly attractive young woman who could admittedly pull plenty of guys here, you even brought your very own fuck machine. Who knows - were you one of those men, you'd maybe do the same. Maybe. Let's cut them some slack.

"Here." Zoey hands you a shot of what looks to be more tequila. She already holds hers. "Alright, down the hatch." Zoey toasts and without further ado swallows her shot. You join her. Yep, still tastes ass. "Oh look, they got cocktails here too." she notes and points at a menu taped on the bar top. Ah, now we're talking. Let's see what we got here.

"Pounding Peach", "Forbidden Fruit", "Orange Orgasm", "Slippery Slide", ... Nice. Alliterations. Wait! "Perky Pink Promise". Oh, that sounds cunty, hell yeah. The ingredients - Raspberry Vodka, Peach liqueur, Rosemary syrup, Prosecco, Grenadine - sounds solid as well.

"Hah, a 'Riled Up Ronny' for me!" Zoey calls out to the bartender over the music. A what? Indeed, there's a "Riled Up Ronny" on there too. Rum, cinnamon, orange, chili. Eww. Zoey's grin says everything though. She ordered this shit solely because of the name. God dammit. You place your order and look at Zoey who continues to grin widely. Your drinks are placed in front of you in no time and she takes hers in her hand. "Hehe, I guess I got two riled up Ronnys now!" she jokes and taps your knee with her other hand. You roll your eyes and swat at her hand half-heartedly. "Because you're also a riled up Ro-"

"I know, Zoey, I know. Shut up." you interrupt her and take your own glass with the very cute, girly, pink look. "Cheers, idiot." you say and your idiot responds in kind, clinking your glasses. Your barbie-like cocktail tastes really nice - sweet, fruity and bubbly, like you expected. Exactly what you need. Zoey's orangey-brown abomination meanwhile makes her wince on her first taste. While her grin vanishes it spawns tenfold on your face. "Hm? Enjoying your Riled Up Ronny?" you can't help but tease her. Zoey deadpans at you for a couple of seconds, likely pondering her defeat. "Yeah, this is ass." she concedes while you gleefully slurp away at your cutesy, pink drink. "Worth it. Shut up." she insists before bravely taking another gulp of the wretched stuff. She obviously surpresses another grimace. Hehe, loser.

"Heyy, sorry?" you suddenly hear from beside you two and both of you turn your heads. There you find a- woah. It's a short girl, maybe about five feet tall, with turquoise hair bundled in two high buns. She's very petite which is is easily noticable because...well, she barely wears anything. Two heart-shaped stickers cover the nipples of her smallish breasts. A thin red rope wraps intricately around her slender torso and down low she's wearing a very short leather skirt. Also, there's a collar with a ring around her neck. Damn, okay.

"Uh, 'sup?" Zoey greets and gives the girl a pretty unapologetic once-over. She obviously likes what she sees. "First off all: I'm not interrupting something, right?" asks the girl to which Zoey and you exchange a quick look. "Uhm, I don't think so, no." you respond with a shrug.

"Good, good. I wanted to say I saw you upstairs. That was SO hot!" she compliments you and glances at you both as well. Okay, that might be very charming but it's also really weird. What are you even supposed to say to tha-

"Haha, thanks! Glad to entertain!" Zoey declares, completely unfazed. The girl beams at that response before leaning in, almost secretively. "I'm sorry, but you're a futa, right?" she whispers - relatively speaking. She's still shouting over techno.

"Uhm, hard to deny that, no?" Zoey replies and points with her eyes down at her obvious bulge. "Haha, yeah, touché! Just wanted to make sure." she giggles before continuing, her excitement obvious even over the noise. "This is so cool! I've never met another futa!" the stranger chirps happily and- wait, what? Zoey appears just as surprised as you as and both of you, almost reflexively, glance down on the girl's skirt. The skinny girl/futa seems to catch on and laughs. "Haha, yes, I'm as futa too. Not everyone can have a shlong like that!" she muses and grabs the edges of her skirt to pull it taut against her hip to create a tiny bump under the leather. There's indeed a bit of something... a very little bit, though.

"Well, fuck me, that's rad!" Zoey beams and raises a hand to dap her up which the turquoise haired futa happily returns. "I'm Zoey. Oh and this is my girl Ronya." your girlfriend adds and pulls you into a one-armed hug to present you proudly. "Puhleasure! I'm Mia! And you're a super hot couple!" Mia cheers gleefully. You're sort of looking for a reasonable reply but she already turns back to Zoey. "Honestly, I was so surprised to see how big your dick is because, you know, I was the only futa I knew and I... well, I'm like not even near that, haha!" she rambles on with an unexpected level of openness.

"Haha, seems us futas come in all shapes and sizes." Zoey smiles heartily. "Uh, yes! You know dick size isn't all that important." you chime in, too used to men being insecure about that to not offer some reassurance.

"What? Nah, I can't fuck anything with this, haha!" Mia, surprisingly, laughs without a single hint of bitterness. Once more Zoey and you exchange looks before turning back to her. "That sounds... a bit exaggerated maybe?" Zoey tries but Mia immediately waives her off. "Oh nope! No fucking with this little thing. That's why I'm a receiver only!" Mia proudly clarifies before reaching around to give her own ass a hearty smack. What leaves you mightily perplexed, however, appears to offer Zoey a realization, judging by the sly grin that forms on her face.

"Ooh. So it really is too small to be useful, huh?" Zoey teases and your eyes grow wide in shock. How can she just openly insult someone like that?? That's so not her! But then, as you glance over to Mia to gauge her reaction, the smaller futa... she's actually biting her lip at that. She even presses her legs together, she... she's totally into it. O-oh, wow. That was... unexpected. Well, lucky for her then that there really doesn't seem to be much under that skirt of hers. And right in front of her sits Zoey with the biggest dick in this club. Yeah okay, that checks out. That's gotta be prime fetish fuel right there for someone like Mia. Oh fuck, she's looking at you!

"H-haha, yeah, you're tiny!" you blurt out without thinking, speaking the "haha" instead of actually laughing. Mia and Zoey laugh all the more in your stead, clearly loving your clumsy attempt at banter, if you could even call it that. "We'll have to work on that." Zoey concludes her laugh, putting a hand on your shoulder before she turns back to Mia. "You come to this place often?"

"Couple times, yeah. But I'mma need to be honest with you guys: I really wanna get that dick in me. Like, I'm WAY too horny for conversation right now, haha!" Mia admits with complete lack of shame or filter. Zoey and you stare at the short futa for a moment before you exchange yet another quick look.

"We... might need to discuss that first." Zoey answers for the both of you.