I feel a hand from out the crowd grasp my breast. The real one, not the metal. I pay it no mind; I'm long since past the point of caring about that. In a haze of pink fog I glance at the lighted watch built into my left arm. It glows bright red against the burnished nickel plating.
12:20. AM? PM? M&Ms I don't know. My head is pounding, I think from what ever I took last.
No sorry that's the band. I've wandered near the amplifier again. Oh they're playing in colors!
I feel hands on my hips; I'm turned around hard and leaned over a table. Three ladies sit there looking at me through fish tanks. No sorry that's their drinks. One of them pops a pill into my open mouth. I think it's blue!
Yea blue, like the color the band is playing.
A hard hand catches my tail by the base and pulls it up out the way then a cock slides into me from behind. The girls are petting me now. One takes a napkin and begins to polish the nickel on my arms. Another is playing with my whiskers. I make them twitch. She giggles.
Distracted by the change in songs I pay attention to the man fucking me. My god! He has a real cock! Oh how lame is that I start to say then I feel electricity course through me making me scream and jump.
A Taser cock? I think as I spasm. Oh how last year.
I go back to paying attention to the girls petting me. One starts to scratch behind my ears. The little tuft of hair at the top twitches.
When he finishes he turns me over onto my back. I see a line has formed behind him. Oh not this again. Must be the third gang bang since I got here. I shrug and lean my head back onto the table. One of the girls drops a second blue pill into my mouth.
I sit up a little as I swallow and see the next man in line. He has massive tits and a huge cock. His eyes are glowing red. Oh like my watch. I look at it.
12:29. PM? AM? S&M I really don't know.
As I'm penetrated I look to the line. Oh how boring.
The girls start to adjust the dial on my left nipple till they find a setting they like. I feel my pussy vibration in time with the music now. Oh good choice.
Then the little blue pills start to take affect. As I start to drift I lose track of what's being done to me. Oh well if I can't feel it then it doesn't matter. I start to twitch my tail off the edge of the table. I make it run up the leg of the man having his way with me. I tickle his ass with the tip making him jump.
The girls giggle. Little silver fish come out their mouths as they laugh. I try to bat one out the air, but I can't hit it.
I see the glow of my watch. I try to bring it down to see, but the guy's arm is in the way. My claws rake him open to the bone with little effort. Damn there is blood on my watch. The light glows weird through it.
My hands are held down after that so I can't tell you what time it is.
Oh well. I drift and hum along with the music. Wish I could hum in colors. I give a slight purr at the thought and snuggle in for a nap.
I find myself sitting on a low mushroom, sucking on a cock that glows bright blue and blinks to a darker purple. Oh how beautiful.
Sorry it's a toilet not a mushroom. I shrug. While I'm here it take a pee break.
My mouth is suddenly filled with vanilla cream. Oh good choice. I love vanilla, reminds me of ice cream. I tasted real ice cream once.
I blink my eyes. The blue penis is gone. Oh well. I blink. My eyes are trying to stick together. I wipe cum from my eyes and rub it between my fingers. Licking them I taste chocolate. Damn I wish I had been awake for that. I love chocolate. Maybe I can find who has the chocolate and then get the vanilla guy to cum again. I could make hot fudge Sunday!
As I stumble out the bathroom towards the dance floor a large shadow stops in front of me. I'm pulled to my feet. Why was I on the floor? My crusty eyes focus on a rugged face just inches from mine.
"J-Dog?"
"Yea Kitten. You look like hell." His voice is metallic sounding. His throat was replaced after a bullet tore away his vocal cords.
"Have you eaten?" he asks me.
I nod. "I had some vanilla earlier." Leaning in I lick the side of his neck where the scars are. He tastes like gun oil. It's doesn't go with chocolate or vanilla. Bleeck! I try to scrap my tongue off on my teeth. The pointed teeth catch in the rough surface. Hum copper and gun oil?
"I mean food, not flavored cum. Come on I'll get you something to eat." He takes my arm and starts leading me towards the door. As I get close I see the night outside. It's so quite and empty!
"No please!" I pull back against him. His fingers slip on my fur. "Not out there."
He stops and looks at me for several seconds. The sound of a sigh from him is like trucks breaks letting out air. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a protein tab. It hits my tongue like warm beef soup. My mouth fills with hot juice as it expands. I swallow as quickly as I can. My stomach soon feels comfortable full.
"Oh thank you, that was delicious." I start to wiggle my hips making my tail twitch from side to side. I feel a hand slide down the furry tip, I twitch it away from the hand.
"You need some real food in you." I think I hear concern in his voice. Hard to tell he sounds like street sweepers brushes hitting a manhole cover. "You look real bad Kitten. How long you been here?"
