When Eudora goes out on a transhumanist club full of fun and excitement, she meets someone who will provide an unusual challenge. Will she manage to navigate the maze and make it out alive?
Warning: Contains explicit futanari/hermaphrodite content.
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Eudora felt like going out that night. But not out, like normal out. Not dancing or going to the movies or a bar to get hit on by sleazy strangers, no. Well, it was a bar the place she was heading to, just a rather peculiar bar. She stopped across the street. The sign said, ‘Club Forge’ and the normal looking neon sign blew up in Shared Augmented Reality, showing what one could find inside. Which was pretty much anything and anyone in any combination imaginable.
The door burst open and a couple strolled out, giggling and holding each other. They seemed unable to keep their hands off each other, and the man was caressing all four of the woman’s breasts. He seemed to only have a leg augmentation, rather normal around these parts. She had bio augmentations, organic prosthetics grown from the person’s own stem cells in scaffolding meant to shape and develop new organs. Usually, they did that for things like ear cartilage, or a nose. In this case, they grew her an extra pair of crunchy breasts.
Eudora could see all that since it popped up on the veil, on the woman’s public Agora profile. Okay, now she was really curious. How would crunchy breasts feel like in her mouth? She was fascinated by the mystery, and felt a bit jealous of the lucky malaka taking her out for a spin. Eudora shook her head and went for the door. There would be plenty of offers inside, she was certain.
The bouncer at the door was a huge man with visible augs, arms, neck, torso. He could probably rip a man in half, and he definitely had some black market tricks installed in there. For example, he just glared at her with his cybereye, giving her a once over. Seeming satisfied with whatever the scan told him about Eudora, he opened the door and let her in.
“Have fun, gorgeous,” he grumbled. Eudora felt flirty that night, so she decided to brush his arm as she passed him by with her fingers and give him a wink even though she wasn’t into him. “I plan to,” she said and went in.
The bass made her augs tremble and shake, along with what was left of her intestines. It was loud, very loud, and it sounded like two sentient machines fucking, or singing opera. A girl was dancing in the middle and bumped onto her with her back, then turned it all into a casual apology.
“Sorry,” she said, and put her arm around Eudora’s neck. “New here?” She took her time looking at Eudora’s body from well inside her personal bubble. Eudora wasn’t wearing much, a slutty skirt that barely counted as a belt around her waist, stockings, a thong, a distressed t-shirt that was ripped and let her modest breasts peek out, and a jacket that was transparent so it didn’t exactly provide any decency. She had felt like being slutty tonight, so she dressed accordingly. The girl seemed friendly. Very friendly.
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