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Teratophiles!!! Vol 1 - What They Least Expected

Part One - Seeking Something New

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Hulking and tall, the doorman looked to be an honest-to-goodness polar bear. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of denim jeans. He had a softly glowing pendant around his neck that shifted across the spectrum of colours, the translucent fur around it catching the light and diffusing it so that it seemed that the fur itself was changing colour. He looked the three friends up and down with an appraising look. "New ones? How the hell did you know... bah. No. My job is just to check biometrics. No girls in season allowed. Each of you signs the consent form here. Teratophiles is a Redline club. You may see kresh Speakers, ceretorem or an elevated glurren. Last week, a pair of strelk brought a new lover on stage. I think there's at least a ceretorem tonight for sure, seeking a mate. They will be expected to require consent, as any sapient. Talk all you want about what you see there. We're probably the only Redline on this planet, but it's not nearly like the Interspecies Exchange ones."

Laris stared with wide eyes at the datapad. A Redline. In all her time in the colony, she hadn't known that a Redline establishment was there. They were the kinds of clubs that allowed the non-humanoid sentients to seek pleasure or breeding partner, and the sometimes strict fraternization regulations were relaxed or nonexistent in them. Now she was even more worried that they might have bitten off more than they could chew.

Cait squealed in excitement and immediately pressed her left thumbpad to the indicated spot. She urged Tioma to do the same, and the usually very-repressed vixen giggled and did as the jackal, pressing her thumbpad in. The polar bear frowned when his datapad beeped. Before Laris could ask what was wrong, the doorman produced a bracelet that he quickly snapped onto Tioma's wrist. "Hey, what the hell?" Tioma slurred.

"Miss .... " the doorman rumbled, checking the name that came up on the device, "Ah, Tioma, you're intoxicated. This here will show the more forceful of our guests that you are unable to consent. You wear it or you don't go in." He checked Cait's own readouts, but shook his head. He then looked at Laris expectantly. One look at Cait's gleaming eyes told her that she wasn't getting out of this, now that they were there. Reluctantly, she set her own right thumb on the pad and sighed. This was going to be one hell of an interesting final club for the night.

The doorman looked at the three friends after checking Laris' details, then stepped aside. "I give you about five minutes before at least one of you is running out. Enjoy the stage show." He gestured toward the door, a knowing look in his eyes and a wide grin on his muzzle. Laris gave the doorman a flat stare and shook her head before wordlessly stepping in, her two friends going along with her.

From the look of the lobby, the club was seemingly adapted from an old opera house or theatre, with a ticket office turned into a bar just inside the door, and a coat check right next to it. The lighting was dim, and the noise of conversations almost deafening. The crowd was, to Laris' surprise, almost equally male and female, with a few unfamiliar breeds of post-human, as well as a couple nonhumans. There was, indeed, one of the ceretorem just inside the doorway, and she gave Cait a speculative look, but the jackal shook her head firmly. It was eerie that the strangely dragonlike species, one of the true alien races that post-humanity had found, seemed to know which mammals had a penis. Their own parasitic form of reproduction required a host from some other lesser (at least to them) species, and for some reason they really preferred males, or transwomen.

A surprisingly conservatively-dressed attendant approached the three girls and peered at them for a few moments, looking up and down before stating, "Teratophiles would like to offer you a complimentary VIP booth overlooking the stage and club floor. Our doorman indicated you seemed to be quite interested in the content we offer here." There was a look of amused resignation in her eyes, and, after peeking furtively at the entrance to make sure the doorman wasn't watching, she leaned in and whispered, "He's got a twisted sense of humour, but honestly, tonight you're going to see something that the owner's been building up to for a while. Take the booth, seriously. You can leave any time."

Cait had her eyes narrowed at the attendant, a doe of about five feet, but Laris reached out and squeezed Cait's hand. "Cait, you pushed this, so let's fucking do it. I'm tired and want to sit down. come on. The jackal huffed a little but nodded, then gestured for the doe to lead them on.

They went up a side stairway to the balcony, and the sound was the first thing they heard, a loud moaning and gasping on the club's sound system. As quickly as possible, the doe led them to a squared-off u-shape with a low table in the middle just in front of the railing. Almost immediately, Tioma slumped onto one of the seats with a half-dazed expression. "Wonder if she'll remember any of this in the morning," Laris murmured.

There was a gasp from Cait, who had looked out over the stage. It was a sound of strangled, shocked surprise and concern that immediately grabbed Laris' attention for just how rarely she'd heard it from her friend. The last time had been when news of a disaster on one of the far colonies had come onto the news feeds. She whirled to look out over the crowd to see what had caused the jackal's reaction. For a few moments, she really couldn't figure out what she was seeing.