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Zoey breathed out a little snort, "Fulfill your dreams, yeah right." The rat pushed her hair back and tossed her head with a sigh. How many times had she been sold that before? Yet here she was, trying out another of these places. At the very least, it was a pretty good club. Good music, good atmosphere, people dancing, moving, and the staff?

Oh how did she even get started describing the staff? Charming, attentive, smiling, but not in that fake way. She'd barely made it up to the bar before the tender was there. Some tall, reptilian person. Deep voice, but with that slightly more feminine feel to it, and curve to the hips. "What can I get ya?" the bartender rumbled.

"Well, you're supposed to fulfill the dreams, yeah?" she smirked. "How about a perfect partner?"

A laugh, "Well, can't do perfect partners, but can find someone that might want to chat." Their head tilted towards someone around the bar. "Dance," a slight include towards someone else. "Of course there's always a good, uncomplicated fuck."

Round ears perked and swung around. I could use one of those. Zoey admitted to herself, feeling that familiar itch and roll through her loins. She reached up to brush her half-shaved hair back again. Flashing a little smirk, "Well, if it's safe then that could be fun." She laughed, "Though try to find a guy that wants to pull out or wear protection some days? Tall fucking order."

A thoughtful, "Hmm, drink first or do you want to go right for it?" The bartender saw the look and laughed, "Not with me, I'm in a similar state, if you'd believe that. Though I do know someone that would fit all those boxes." A wink and wide grin.

Ah what the hell? "Sure, and I'll take a beer with it."

The bartender turned and reached into a shelf behind the bar. Out came a key, "Over to that door. Show the key, follow the stairs up, third door on the right." Zoey took the key, then the perfectly poured mug. Frosty too, they knew their stuff. "Have fun!"

What the actual fuck is this place? A club and hookup spot or something? Zoey looked at the key and rolled it in her hand. She sipped the beer, Hadn't even asked for payment yet, or if I'm clean. Really just gonna follow the directions and go fuck some stranger on a not-safe day?

What did she have to lose?

Downing the beer, she made her way to the door. A rhino who looked like he was easily as wide as the door looked at her, saw the key, and moved aside to let her pass. The room was right where the bartender had said, and the key worked right away. She opened the door, "Hello?" No reply.

The light came on as she stepped in, revealing a room that looked pretty fucking ordinary. A low couch tucked in the corner, equally low table, a couple chairs, and what looked like a hot tub in the back corner. Except it was too small for... Maybe more than one person. Two of they were really cozy with each other. What's more is it had a strange bluish green glow to it. Something that shifted and churned soundlessly as she stepped into the room. "Weird fucking lava lamp there..." she muttered as she stepped towards the pool. "What, am I supposed to just strip down and wait for whoever?"

As she walked around the room, the pool churned, roiled, and then began to surge up. Zoey stopped mid-step, frozen and curious as it lifted. Reshaping and resolving into a kind of humanoid shape. The head-shaped blob rolled, "Just strip down or whatever."

Now it was just weird. That was her voice, but distorted, fed though a filter. It was deeper, wavered ever so slightly, but definitely her voice. "Weird light show," she muttered and stepped forward, waving her hand at the thing. "What, some sort of hologram or electrostatic... Goo? Hello?"

It waved a hand, or tentacle, back, "Hello." Clearly mirroring her. I feel like I want to touch it, but at the same time that seems like a really bad idea.

Her life was nothing if not a bunch of bad choices and horrible ideas that somehow worked out. Not every time, but often enough that she hadn't learned.

Zoey touched the outstretched hand. "Huh, you're warm." Her bare skin slid against the goo and pressed. It was firm, slick in that way that a reptile's skin was. That weird, wet but dry feeling. Kinda like jello, but definitely body temperature too.

Then came the surprise as the shapeless pod shifted and split. Forming into a hand not unlike hers. Fingers that linked with hers and drew her closer. The change rippled through it's body, teal goop shuddering and shifting. Fingers, knuckles, something that looked like fur, even adopting darker patches about where her own mottled fur would be. Light teal for the white and a deeper sea green for the brown. It stepped up and out of the pool, legs forming and separating from the mass. A face, not unlike hers, but with a decidedly male twist to it, grew from the shapeless head.

It was almost hypnotic, watching how the creature changed before her. "Wait, did that bartender tell me to go fuck myself?" She barked a half-laugh.

The goo mirrored the laugh, "Something like that."

Before leaning into to kiss her. Zoey started to jerk back as the lips brushed hers. Fuck it, she decided and leaned into the kiss, stepping towards the goop. It met her halfway, body pressing to hers. Hand sweeping along her side, under her shirt, and smoothly along her back. She gasped, mouth opening, tongue finding his there. It was weird, the slime thing was hard enough to feel like teeth, but soft enough to feel like a supple tongue. All while still having enough give. And the flavor? Oh the flavor was one of those where she couldn't quiet place it. Sweet, savory, pleasant, making her want more. Fingers pressed to her spine, slid up her back and rubbed up and down. Her body began to buzz with new pleasure as her hands swept over his chest.

His decidedly bare chest. She'd been so swept up in the shape shift she hadn't realized he didn't bother with clothing. The thought barely formed before he stepped in against her. Yep, that's a penis against her hip. Without really thinking about it, she reached out to feel him. Good thickness, nice length, and nicely hard. It pulsed in her grip as she began to run her fingers up and down his shaft. Wondering how he might taste, if that would be different from his cock. He broke the kiss with a huff as her fingers trailed over his length and teased the tip.

Why don't I find out?

"Why don't you find out?"

His words mirrored her thoughts, resonated with them. Zoey found herself blinking, a little confused, more than a little turned on, but wondering if he could read her mind. Before she could think to ask, he pulled at her shirt. Peeling it and her bra off him. The sneaky fucker had undone her bra while petting her back. She huffed as her head popped free of the shirt, met with another deep kiss. He growled into her mouth, tongue pressing deep, forcing hers aside.

His hand returned to her back, swept up through her hair. Grabbing a handful in a way that made her gasp in pleasure, or try to. He just deepened the kiss as his other hand swept over her front and grabbed a breast, kneading it, fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. Then... Another hand went for her pants? Hands, too many hands, but she couldn't think about it. Not as the grip on her head pushed her down.

She watched with lidded eyes as his body rolled and shifted. Growing over her even as she knelt. Then that invading tongue shifted, grew harder, longer and soon enough she felt the familiar throb of a cock in her mouth.

"That's a good girl," he growled. Zoey looked up from where she was kneeling on the ground. Ready to say something before his tail came up and flicked over her body. Right across her bared pussy, the thick skin of his tail danced over the softer flesh of her loins. She gasped, shuddered, and her eyes rolled back as his hand came to her head. "Oh I know you [i]hate being called a good girl." There was a smirk as he drew back, tip lingering on her tongue. "Cock hungry slut better?"

Both hands tightened their grip and he pulled her down. Balls crashed off her chin as he buried every inch inside her mouth. Tongue pressed and rolled to his cock as she tried to curse him out. His next thrust came faster, harder, cock slipping deeper. Head rolled against her eager tongue. She planted her hands on his hips, putting up a token resistance as he powered on. A few thrusts and then his tip probed her throat, making her body jolt in surprise. She arched, salivating around his cock, but he held her down. Making her meet each thrust as his tip popped in and out of her throat. "Yeah, look at that. You make some great fucking noises when you're choking on a cock."

Hands pressed to his hips, but he swung a leg over her shoulder. Pinning her between strong thighs as he rocked his hips. Making her gag on hiss length, eyes starting to water around him. Yet her body hummed for more, that pleasurable thru turning into a scream for more. Not begging for mercy, no, she needed more from him.

A hissed, "Fucking hell," as he held onto hair and ear, jerking her into him. Mashing her nose into his groin as he fucked her face like some unhinged madman. Precum, the right amount of thick and salty, dripped onto her tongue. Pouring down her throat as his cock ravaged her face. His tail lashed against her, whipping over her pussy lips. Zoey groaned, whined, fingers dipping down. Not to shield herself, but to bury them into her cunt herself. Pumping furiously as the slime-male fucked her face like there was no tomorrow. Those massive rat balls bouncing off her chin and throat with each stroke.

He pulled back and took his cock, slapping it across her face. " You need this don't ya?" there was something to his tone, that grin, that made her cheeks flush.

"Fuck you," she coughed. Only to be rewarded with another brutal face fucking. Making her gag and heave, grabbing at his body as he leaned over her. Pounding her face with a dozen thrusts before he pulled out. Thick, slick cock smacking off her face again. "Did I stutter?" she wheezed.

A smirk, "No, but you're about to cum. Now I'll ask nicely. Do you need this, slut?" his cock bounced off her muzzle with each word. She nodded, but glared at him. "Good, now where? Face or pussy?"

"PusHRRGH!"

A panted, "Trick question," as he held onto her head with both hands. Thrusting as hard as he could into her face, cock surging down her throat, "Cause I'm getting both! FUCK!"

His cum poured down her throat, forcing her to either swallow or choke on it. It was so thick and warm, coating her insides, making her body scream for more. She felt helpless as he pulled back. More cum, thick and so creamy, poured over her tongue, ran from her mouth, then began to coat her face. Zoey coughed, gagged, wretched, and came all in the same moment. Fingers hooking sharply inside her body, trembling as raw pleasure shot through her.

She didn't remember moving. Didn't see him scoop to pick her up. Maybe he didn't. Perhaps his body just flowed and scooped her up. She had a split second of weightlessness as he lifted her into the air, then casually slammed her down onto the couch. Powerful hands folding her in half, grabbing her by the ankles and forcing them up around her ears. Zoey gasped, looked up, and watched that cock as it slapped off her heated cunt.

"Don't worry, I can't knock you up." There was a wicked grin as he spread her open, "Won't stop me from trying though."

He slammed in and Zoey screamed. At least she tried to. His hands gripped her face, thumbs driving into her cheeks to pry her jaws open wider as she squeaked. As the noise boiled up, his tongue and mouth were there to silence her. All in the second between him penetrating and him bottoming out inside her.

Oh, his dick was perfect. The right length, girthy but not huge, angled just so to knock her insides around, and so forceful it made her dizzy. Her eyes rolled as he pushed her down into the couch. Ankles knocked against her head as he slam fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Rat balls crashed off her with enough force that her as was stinging.

There was no room for thoughts, only pleasure. Zoey felt her mind being jarred, sloshed, and wiped by the cock that was hammering her. Lapped by the tongue that plunged into her throat. She could hear every slick, clinging thrust. Felt every time he ricocheted off her G-spot and knocked her cervix. The rat jumped and squealed as she came under his forceful fucking.

Eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled. Makeup running down her cheeks. Barely able to focus as her entire body shook. He had to be non-Newtonian or something. Soft as he pulled back, then hard as steel when he impacted. More than that he was all over her. Hands sweeping under her legs and around her head. Body pressing against, then around her. Her entire world turned to goo as he lifted her again. All while never missing a beat.

She flipped and rolled. Held in a full nelson for a beat. His arms looped around her legs and then behind her head. Dropping her weight onto his cock. Then she was on the couch again. Bent over the warmest, slumped down with her head on the seat. Tongue out, eyes vacant, only one thought rattling around in her head. To fuck and cum.

Hands grabbed her tail, her hair, hips, everything and everywhere at the same time. She could only gasp, trying to push back. Trying to cry out but it was futile. His hips kept slamming into hers. Ass burning form the impact. She came again, squealing out this time.

Mercy. Relief! He threw himself against her. Teeth found purchase on her shoulder. Body rocked, grinding really, as he began to fill her up. Thick, heavy goo cum flooded her. Making her belly ripple and swell. She tried to cry out, but the noise lacked strength. It took everything she had just to gasp.

Then he pulled away. Leaving her on the couch, body glistening with sweat and slime. Cum coating her face and pouring from her stretched pussy. He chuckled and spread her cheeks, "Love a job well fucked. Whelp," a slap to her ass made her fall over, "that was fun!" and he began to schlorp back to the pool.

"W-wai-wait," she wheezed. He stopped and turned, body half turning back to goop. "Seconds?"

A smirk and then he turned back, "Single?"

A second goo rat rose from the tub, "Or a double shot?"

Somehow Zoey pushed herself upright, "A double. A strong, strong double." Fingers swept her pussy and she picked his cum. A shiver as the aphrodisiac slime ran over her tongue and soaked into her body. "Put it on my tab."