I hope you saved room for dessert ;3

Back at Coyote Crossing, specifically the clothing department, Fran had apparently already known what Nyx had come back for, handing the bouncer a damp washcloth as she began moving between the mobius strip-shelf things. Guiding Nyx to what she could only assume was the changing rooms Zoe and Ulyssa had used, her mind began to wander to the night before.

She was still wearing the same clothes she had yesterday; after her shower last night, she decided it was probably a good idea not to sleep nude like she normally did since she was sharing a bed with the straight girl… She really would have preferred to share a room, and bed, with… literally anyone else but Zoe. Well… the beaver girl would have sucked too, and not in the good way; she stunk to high heaving and the bouncer had no interest in playing babysitter. That wasn't even mentioning the fact that she was also probably straight, if how she reacted to certain things was anything to go by, not that she could even understand the concept of sexuality in the first place.

She had to admit, at the very least, it was probably for the best that the skater ended up with her compared to some of the other girls/people. As much as she would have loved to let out some pent up frustration and stress on Leanne or anyone else who was interested by pounding them into the mattress, the transformation thing Zoe had gotten resulted in a whole bunch of dysphoria, or whatever the non gendered term for it was. Personally, she never got height dysphoria, but she had fucked a couple trans girls in the past that did, not mention the copious amount of just general knowledge she had on the concepts of gender identity and sexual orientation. Of course, the way to help Zoe with her newfound dysphoria would… probably be quite a bit more difficult and less enjoyable on her end than with the sluts in the past. The skater seemed to respond well to dominance as a whole no matter the gender it was coming from, if her blushing at Nyx’s comment about still being hot last night was anything to go by, but still. Just saying that ‘It doesn't matter how tall you are because you'll still be shorter on your knees’ would have a lot less of an effect when she wasn't guiding them down to do exactly that, especially since they were still always shorter than her. It probably wouldn't work at least. It might be worth a shot if she’s still feeling bad about it tonight.

Even though Zoe was hot, she was also straight and that immediately killed any lust or arousal Nyx might have felt towards her. Just like how she wanted people to respect her sexuality, she wasn't about to disregard someone else’s just because she wanted to get her dick wet; consent was even more important than practically… anything. After all, she refused to be anything like P-

Shaking her head, not wanting to think about… that anymore, she focused on… literally anything else.

Nyx… wasn't usually one to… hide her desires. So as she followed closely behind the quite curvy orange slime woman, she couldn't help but smirk as her cock grew hard, pressing into the fabric of her underwear, not yet visible beneath her pleated skirt. Luckily, the thoughts of her past that had briefly surfaced were quickly replaced by those of the present and future. She hadn't met that many of these junior producers, but for the most part, she had to admit she quite enjoyed their… visual pleasantries…

Watching the curve and jiggle across the slime’s wide hips and juicy ass, the enigmatic and slightly annoying host that she swore was flirting with her when she gave her the transformation thing that made her own ass to die for came to mind first. I mean, how could they not; there was a reason shapeshifters and stuff were so popular in porn. They could literally turn into anything, and, judging by some of the… frankly absurd forms they had taken, there weren't any limitations. Not that she was into most of them; shockingly, she didn't find the idea of doing anything with a somehow low resolution and fucked up looking cat wearing a jetpack as appealing in the slightest. Of course, she would have to deal with the same… stuff as with Robin, since they seemed to be genderfluid too, but they also seemed more… liquidy? She didn't know the right word, but seeing as ‘Jack’ seemed to switch forms every time you looked away, even if they were in a male form, it probably wouldn't be that hard to convince them to switch to something more… her style. Of course, she didn't know whether they were a top or bottom, nor whether they were a sub or dom… But… she felt like she could read this sort of thing pretty well; that stuff was probably as fluid as their gender.

Continuing walking, completely forgetting about what she was doing and just letting Fran guide her as her cock grew more aroused by the second beneath her skirt, her mind shifted from what she could only assume was the leader of this whole circus to the blonde who had taken her here in the first place. Her eyes shining with dominant delight, she could vividly remember the way the slut had stroked her cheek against her giant dick yesterday, looking up at her in pure lust stricken haze. While the ears and tail of the fox girl that had been revealed when she was teleported onto the stage had confused her at the time, she had seen a lot stranger since. Nyx could already imagine running her hands along the edges of the eager bimbo’s fluffy ears that she just knew were sensitive as fuck while the fox choked on her. Or pulling her extremely puffy and soft looking tail while railing her tight pussy, slamming into the tiny girl as she bit into her neck hard enough to leave a mark that would last at least a couple days. Or-

Completely lost in the fantasy of ravaging the kinky whore while staring at the slime’s thick butt, when Fran stopped at the entrance to the changing room and turned around to face her, Nyx unintentionally slammed into the goo girl. That would have been fine and a… relatively easy situation to deal with. At least, it would have been if Nyx’s cock wasn't rock hard, her panties straining desperately to contain it and causing her skirt to bulge almost obscenely as it failed to conceal what she had beneath. And if the woman in front of her was… well… a normal person…

Instead, when Nyx walked directly into the head of the clothing department, her gock, which could put a steel rod to shame with how rigid it was, pressed directly into the orange slime’s body, right above her molded belly button that was purely there for aesthetic reasons. She may not have been slimy, but she certainly was… very gelatinous…

Now, Nyx had, on occasion, tried out sex toys like fleshlights and onaholes. Usually, they were too tight and extremely uncomfortable because they were designed for people… less gifted than she was. But this was on a whole other level; that was the closest way she could think of to even begin explaining how the slime woman felt around her, even though it was muted slightly by being separated by her skirt and underwear. The only difference was this onahole molded around her instead of squeezing her unbearably. And of course, that they weren't usually connected to buxom goo girls whose face had turned a lovely and surprisingly deep shade of almost burnt orange while their entire form rippled. Which just so happened to send her… very generous… curves wobbling; not to mention the way the waves felt around the first couple inches of her still lodged inside.

Despite this, Nyx was a proper lady, quickly taking a step back as she swore through gritted teeth at the pleasure after being so pent up. Wiping her hands against her skirt to try and get out any stains… that may have made while willing her dick to settle down (which didn’t work in the slightest), she couldn't help but realize that, much like not leaving any trail when she moved, there was no coating of the slime woman’s… self on her. That was nice to know, would make cleaning up with her quite easy…

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she began speaking, “Fuck! I’m really sorry about that; I was distracted and-” Looking up as she spoke, she froze for a moment as she took in the slime girl. She couldn’t help but stare. Not only had the slime girl not moved away from Nyx nor had her face returned back to its normal color, but the… area she had entered her… was still… there… like she carved out a hole into her. She had only stuck the tip of her cock in which was bent awkwardly—and slightly painfully—from being held by her underwear, but… She had to admit… seeing the indent… how lewd and… out of this world it was it was even though she had barely entered her… It was hot as fuck. And judging by the way the slime woman’s form still quivered, how she was definitely blushing (or whatever slimes did), and how she looked up at her with those goopy looking eyes that conveyed just how much she had liked it, there was only one way she could take it.

She wanted more.

Now Nyx was in her element.

A familiar predatory grin that would have made the woman’s knees wobble if she had them, the bouncer took another step back, fully taking in the slime woman like a piece of meat she couldn't wait to dig into—or more accurately flan. From the top of her head to the bottom of her… slime… mass… thing… her eyes trailed, each section she looked at taking on that same burnt orange color as her cheeks for a couple seconds. Everything except for her face and the indent Nyx had accidentally made eventually returned to that same bright orange color, letting the light of the room shine through her and making her look like she was made of liquid amber. Despite the mass of slime where her feet would be that looked like it was permanently flowing despite never getting any bigger not being very human looking—nor were her ‘hands’ that were little more than large blobs of goo that didn't even have fingers—the rest was… very nice and definitely human looking.

With very wide hips and an ass to match that she had seen while the slime was leading her towards the changing room, a waist that curved in a couple inches and gave a nice taper, and breasts that were quite large and fit her hips perfectly, she definitely had an hourglass figure. While it wasn't the most absurd she had seen—or fucked for that matter—it was still… very appealing. And that wasn’t even mentioning the cute face that gave off almost milf vibes, at least to her, and the ‘hair’ made of bright yellow slime that was one of the most lesbian coded styles imaginable.

There was only one slight issue that gave her head. Well, she was in the mood for something a bit more than just head right now, but semantics.

Walking up to her, fully in control and knowing it, the about five foot five slime woman looked up into the tall bouncer’s eyes, nearly the same color as her own body. Leaning down, Nyx whispered huskily into her ear that was more decorative than functional, “Ohh, you liked that huh?~ So did I, slut.~ Don't worry baby, I can show you a lot more than that; as long as you are a good girl for me.~” The goo girl only melted—both emotionally and ever so slightly physically—further as she never looked away from Nyx’s fierce and glowing amber gems. Fran in complete lust and submission, the bouncer raised her hands to press into her breast after setting the washcloth and tattoo thing aside for the moment. Cupping the mound of jiggly slime that were her tits, Nyx continued speaking as she began palming it gently, “I want you to separate these, bitch.~ Not anything weird, just make a line down the middle so they are two separate things instead of looking like they are trapped under a sweater.~ Can you do that for me?~ Can you be the good little whore I know you are?~”

For a moment, it looked like Fran didn't hear her, the slime standing dead still in the tall bouncer’s arms as Nyx trailed a finger down the middle of the mass where she wanted them to be split while softly and methodically playing with the rest with her other hand. Just as she was about to repeat herself, maybe adding in a comment about how ‘she hoped she hadn't broken her already’, the orange slime mass that was her boobs took on the same deeper burnt orange color as her face—the indent on her belly having reformed to its natural shape and color. A moment later, with a noise that reminded her of fucking a girl’s cunt mixed with stirring jello, a slight indent in the center formed right where her finger ran, growing deeper and deeper until it sat flush, at the same level as the rest of her upper body.

What was left were two large gelatinous breasts sitting in the muscular girl’s strong hands, what was holding them a complete contrast to the gooey yet soft texture that made up her tits. Grinning like a cat who had just caught a canary from the sky, Nyx groped and massaged them properly, eyes growing darker with desire as her dick pressed against Fran. Leaning back down, pressing her own chest against the slime woman's neck as she felt nipples that weren't there before pressing into her palms, she opened her mouth to speak once more, the slime putting her arms behind her back. Before she even got out a single syllable however, a sudden unexpected and strange sensation fell over the base of her dick.

Her brows twisting up in confusion for a moment, her mind raced as she tried to figure out what it was without pulling away. It was…strange… like a phantom sense of… something slightly rough rubbing against an area that… shouldn't have elicited much of a response at all. It was like the ghost of a feeling she had… no experience with and had no idea how to even begin explaining it. Shaking her head, trying to just ignore it since it wasn't really anything yet and just felt weird, she took Fran’s ear between her lips as she bit down ever so slightly. However, as the surprisingly sweet taste filled her mouth and she nearly bit straight through, the sensation at the base of her dick increased, an uneasy and disgusted feeling pooling in her stomach.

Growling in displeasure, Nyx pulled back and looked down, assuming Fran had just gotten eager to feel her without her clothes in the way or something. However, instead of a tendril of orange or… whatever she expected to find, she found… nothing… just… nothing… This only made her more concerned though and, as she took a proper step away from her current partner—which the goo girl visibly pouted at— and was about to pull down her skirt and panties to see what the fuck was going on—it wasn't like they'd be staying on much longer anyway—a realization fell over her like a bucket of ice water.

Fucking Leanne.

Over the year or so Nyx had known her, Leanne had stayed the night, usually after fucking her brains out… more than a couple times. It was pretty standard when she brought her to her place or whatever; they’d fuck, the hedonist would pass out from pleasure, Nyx would leave to go to the gym or whatever, and when she got back they’d go for a second round in the shower before she left. Their sleep schedules were… quite different; it was the best way to handle things since Nyx would still be up till 10 AM. Nyx was personally a big fan of aftercare and stuff, but… Leanne… wasn’t… It was just the best way to handle these things with her. However, on the few times she had stayed with the hedonist while she was passed out, there was a very… particular way she woke up. One moment, she could be deep in sleep looking honestly cute as Hall, and the next… the next she’d be grinding on whatever thing was closest to her. She called it something stupid that Nyx didn't bother to remember, but it was always universal that she'd wake up when she came. And that was just the start; even if she had been absolutely destroyed the night before, she always woke up seemingly even hornier than when she went to sleep; hence the second round in the shower. Plus, Leanne had a thing for smells or whatever; something about her ‘Post workout musk being unique; a mix of feminine and… not…’

She wasn't even going to think about what she had actually said to her, but… Well, the first time they met, ‘Annie’ spent 6 days sleeping in her bed before she ruined it by sounding like a chaser. The muscular girl… tried to forget about it while brutally fucking her throat… but… well, she noticed she was being… extra rough. Leanne… liked this even more than before and… put the puzzle pieces together wrong… Nyx didn't even cum, but… certain things are just too much and the couch surfer was back on the street within the next couple minutes. She had told her to never come back, but… well, when she visited Nocturne for the first time a month later…

She was right… Nyx really was only useful because she was muscular, dominant as fuck, and had a big dick… A sex toy… Fucking Pa-

Shaking her head once more, refusing to think about her ex, she focused back on the thing at hand; the continued feeling around the base of her dick that was becoming more horrid by the second. Leanne’s ‘morning routine’ usually wasn't a problem; she seemed to carry at least a couple dildos on her at all times somehow and Nyx had even given her her number in case she needed a place to stay the night or a proper pounding; usually both. She regretted that decision every time the permanent couch surfer called or texted; she might have been a good fuck, but that and her body were the only things good about her. While Nyx wasn’t a clean freak or whatever by any means and enjoyed sitting around doing nothing on occasion, Leanne was… a completely separate beast… If you looked up the word ‘lazy’ and ‘mooch’ in a dictionary, she was certain a picture of her pleading face that always knew how to wiggle itself into your house and bed would be shown.

So when Nyx put the final pieces of the mystery together and was left with only one answer… Well…

“Fuck!!!”

In an instant, Fran was completely forgotten as the muscular amazon grabbed the still damp washcloth and the barcode tattoo and ran into the changing room, not even pulling the curtain aside and instead bolting straight through. On the inside, it looked like the rest of the building; rustic, worn down, and slightly cluttered. On one wall was a bench that looked extremely uncomfortable to sit on with hooks behind it and on the other was a large mirror that practically shined with how clean it was. None of that mattered to Nyx though, she cared about one thing and one thing only.

Turning over the thing in her hand, she read the instructions on the back as fast as she could as the feeling grew more intense around her dick. It wasn’t that intense and she bet that most of the girls hadn't even noticed yet, but for someone who was both very aware of her own pleasure as well as not having the same stuff in her pants as everyone else… Well… it was really hard not to focus on it. Gritting her teeth, she nodded her head as she read; Vince was right, it worked exactly like a temporary tattoo; useful. She had been a kid once, like everyone (well… maybe not the moth girl since she was apparently from some video game or whatever), and had done them a couple times; this one however was very different from those. Instead of Vices and Tinctures from the Bi Bell or little drawings of G-sus or Marty (which always confused her as to why Chris Stan’s were so transphobic and stuff when their Lore and Survivor’s birthing parent was a trans guy) or other notable characters, this was a barcode designating her an assassin made by a geneticist to be the perfect killing machine. Well… that's what it meant in game and stuff; what it meant for her was she wouldn't feel any feedbacked pleasure from the slutty (good) couch surfer (bad) and would just get horny. Not very Chris Stan of her, but she had left that life behind a long time ago.

Feeling like she understood what she needed to do well enough to actually apply the thing without fucking up, the final question remaining was where she wanted it. Honestly… she didn't really care where it was right now; she was on a time limit and could change it whenever. But…that didn't mean she was just going to stick it wherever; she had a bit of time before Leanne orgasmed—her time limit till something she didn't want to feel in the slightest happened. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes flicked across her body, debating where she would put it.

Obviously, unlike Agent 74, she wasn't bald—nor did she have any interest in being, again, obviously. That meant she couldn't just put it on the back of her head like he had his. But she could do something similar and do the back of her neck; it would look good with her hair put back—like she pretty much exclusively did—and be visible enough people could actually see it. It was both the safe option and probably the best, unless she wanted to get creative. However, the other spot she thought of first would be interesting too, her eyes trailing down to the front of her skirt… While not visible to the majority of people… it would be hot to see a girl choking on her bitch breaker while the mark proudly sat on her crotch. It would even fit the assassin theme; it was the only way to tell that she was a bad ass assassin and if anyone saw it, it wouldn't matter since she'd already be owning them. Consensually of course. And she wasn't actually an assassin so it didn't really matter. Not to mention the fact that it would kind of make it seem like her dick was for sale which it very much was not.

Back of her neck it was.

Flipping her pony tail up and in front of her face, Nyx turned around, facing away from the mirror. Making sure her hair was completely out of the way as she looked at herself in the mirror over her shoulder (stopping for a moment to smirk at her muscles and new, perfect ass), she brought the slightly damp washcloth down and made sure the area was clean of any particles or specks of dirt or sweat or whatever. Setting the cloth to the side, she picked up the small barcode tattoo and carefully removed the back plastic peel thing that… did whatever it did; maybe so when it got wet it didnt apply it to whatever it was in? It really didn't matter though. With a deep breath in as she steadied her self, careful to keep the thing even and flat so it didn't come out uneven, the amazon gently placed it against her skin, holding it there as with her other hand she took the damp fabric once more and began to dab at it to make it wet—something she hoped the slime girl waiting outside was still so they could finish what they had started. Keeping it there for about a minute, just as it was about finished, an unexpectedly strong surge coursed through her.

Gritting her teeth at the horrid sensation that only seemed to grow stronger by the second, she could feel something building. Leanne was close. Nyx had spent too long debating where to put it and Leanne was about to cum. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, preparing herself for the onslaught of feelings that were coming that would make her want to vomit, she waited with bated breath as the tattoo stayed pressed to her skin.

A second.

Another.

A couple more.

Nothing.

Opening her amber eyes, making sure she hadn't died from the sensation and was… wherever people who took back their spirits from G-sus ended up, she was met by the same room as she was in before. It was eerily quiet and through the mirror she could see herself looking into her own eyes (because that’s how mirrors worked) before falling to where her hands still held the tattoo to her skin. She had just made it in time. If the magical fucker in the sky was real, she owed him big today.

A deep sigh of relief flowing from her lungs, she took the cloth away and placed it on one of the hooks that sat above the bench in front of her, finally relaxing. Moving aside the little tattoo sheet that had somehow regrown its plastic covering or whatever and looked brand new, she was left with a barcode mark on the back of her neck that would change any of the feelings that were sent to her to just arousal. Or whatever Vince had said; all that mattered was she didn't feel the hedonist’s orgasm from a pussy she didn’t—nor had any interest in having—have. The only issue was that, because of the surge that went through her a minute ago, she had twisted the sheet ever so slightly. This resulted in it being ever so slightly crooked and… kind of sloppy looking, like the tattoo artist had their head tilted to the side ever so slightly the entire time they worked on it.

“Fuck…”

At least it still functioned and, as she put her ponytail back into position, it wasn't that noticeable that she had fucked it up. It worked and that's all that really mattered at the end of the day. Or the beginning. Whatever. Maybe Zoe could help her fix it tonight; she was giving her free dysphoria counseling after all, helping her apply the tattoo again was the least she could do. Just as she was about to head back out, the tattoo plastic sheet thing sitting in her jacket pocket, she finally noticed something.

She was hard. Really hard.

Pushing open the curtain, expecting to find the orange goo girl patiently waiting like the eager slut she was, she was instead met by… the empty clothing section, devoid of its caretaker, or whatever she was.

“Fuck!”

It was like the whole thing was designed to sexually frustrate her! First the fox girl, then Robin, then ‘Jack’, then whatever roommate she could have been with instead of Zoe, and then even her own hand in the bathroom since the walls were way too thin! And now she couldn’t even fuck the slime slut!!! The host had literally said this was a sex show; what kind of sex show doesn’t have sex?! This was genuinely starting to get frustrating; why couldn't people just stay in one spot for five fucking seconds?!

Teeth ground tight, Nyx made her way to the main shop, ready to tear into the shopkeeper (not in the fun way, obviously), not even caring that her dick was rock solid and obvious beneath her skirt; she didn't even notice the pink puff of dust that was slowly dissipating from nearby.

Practically growling, about to demand some answers from Vince, he was already one step ahead of her. As soon as she walked into the main area of the shop, he spoke up, eyes pointedly not looking down at her painfully hard erection. “Fran had to take care of something; Junior Producer stuff. She left her number here for you if you want to call her sometime; apparently there are a bunch of old fashioned telephones scattered around everywhere that you and the other contestants can use, as well as the Mastress of course. They only work internally though and each phone number consists of five numbers; this shop’s is 20704 in case you were curious. ”

With that, he carefully slid over a slip of paper that had Fran's name, her number (51133), and a little heart on it, for some reason being extra careful not to touch the in ink. While the paper itself was slightly yellowed (like everything in the shop it seemed), the words themselves were… strange… It almost looked like she had used her own slime to write it. But… she didn't produce a trail and didn't even leak anything out when she had stuck the first couple of inches of her dick into her… What… was this?

She didn’t know why she was suddenly so interested in this business card, but as she brought it up to her nose and smelled it, gears started to turn. It smelled like her, but… more… There was a wonderful smell that surrounded the slime ever so slightly at all times (well… at all times for the maybe hour Nyx had known her), but this was more… raw… concentrated. It was only after she opened her mouth and gently licked one of th letters did it finally make sense. A devilish smirk playing across her face, she eagerly licked the card clean—which Vince looked… surprisingly uncomfortable at—before placing it in her jacket pocket with the tattoo thing. The kinky little slut, using her own juices to write her something; she was starting to really like the goo girl.

Not caring in the slightest that her dick was proudly standing at attention, she spoke with an aura of calm dominance that if there were any submissive little whore’s nearby to hear, would definitely make them melt, “Thanks for the tattoo thing and bed upgrade Vince. And thanks for being your boss lady’s messenger; tell her she can expect a call from me soon and that I thoroughly enjoyed her ‘present’.” With a firm nod and flick of her wrist, she left the building.

Just because the slime slut was occupied at the moment, that didn't mean her only opportunity to get off was gone. After all, she now had a built in clock telling her whenever a certain needy little bitch was horny. And judging by the extra arousal coursing through her, she was feeling very needy.