Furkan pulled out his purse, as a young bovine, uncommonly scrawny for his kind, at the table in front of him told him friendly “Tonight 15 dollar entrance fee.” After he pulled out a 20 $ bill and placed it on the table. The big and impressively bulky demon commented “Just keep the rest.” without looking at the guy. Instead his eyes moved over the crowd behind the table searching for familiar faces.
The bull raised an eyebrow, he considered this a weird situation to get a tip, but didn't complain. Attendees like this one sure meant good money. “We also offer some identification ribbons for free, if you want any.” the bull added, while placing a rainbow colored ribbon on the demons right wrist, that was used to indicate he actually paid the entrance fee. It also had the events name written on it. Furkan, in response, just chuckled in his typically deep but soft voice and raised his left wrist, proudly presenting several rubber ribbons. One was in the colors of the bi flag: blue, violet and pink. Another one in the colors of the pansexuality flag: pink, yellow and blue. The third one in violet and black stripes with a BDSM triskelion at some spot. All three differed a little from the clubs usual design, but still managed to be definite for those who knew the flags.
“I hope this is okay?” He said as he placed a hand full business cards he took out of his black shoulder bag on the table. The young bovine took one of them and after a short reading his eyebrows upraised slightly in surprise. He looked up and smiled at Furkan. “Yes, of course.” he nodded.
As Furkan entered the first thing he did was browsing around. The event was a rather big one, on an old industry area, but still near the city center. While the big factory buildings where usually empty most of them were used for the dance floors today. The area also included a gay and a lesbian bar, a cafeteria and a restaurant, which promoted the event. The mood of the people seemed generally good, but due it was still early in the evening, it might still take some hours till everyone would really be in party mode, with raising blood alcohol levels. But what Furkan really loved about the event was, that it wasn't only meant for drinking and dancing. In fact it offered a decent choice of food and silent places so you could not only drink, dance and meet new people, but also find some moderately silent places where you were able to communicate without screaming. The event even provided some spaces to spend some time with a partner, or some partners in privacy. And free condoms.
After a while he had made a first impression of the different areas of the event. At a table outside, under the sunset Furkan spotted his mates, that went ahead earlier while he tried to find a parking space. They took seats on one of some tables of which each had a blue-pink-white-pink-blue-striped transgender pride flag and a violet-circle-on-yellow-ground inter-sex pride flag. “Hey boss!” A white goat woman with bright pink hair greeted him, shortly followed by a “Master.” and a nod by a Gnoll with a dreadlocks mane and tribal patterns shaved in the side of his neck, almost as bulky but slightly taller than himself, wearing beige cargo shorts and a loose simple white sleeveless shirt. The goat wore a strange combination of long gothic men's skirt, suspenders and a black-white-violet flannel shirt and under that a push up bra, all together making her look somewhat like an alternative butch lesbian.
“Mel, you know, I don't like it when you call me that.” The demon commented, while bending down hugging the goat woman. “Sorry Furkan, still have to get used to call my boss by his first name and all.” Mel defended herself. “Still after all we've been through?” The demon spoke amused. “I've been working for you only about two months now.” She defended herself further, pressing her hands on her hips. Furkan only waved aside, rolled his eyes a little and mumbled “that wasn't exactly what I've been referring to.” Mel blushed a little. “Yeah whatever.” She evaded and looked away in slight shame. The demon smiled and caressed her shoulder reassuringly.
“So...” Furkan breathed deeply “...where's my big little pet?” He tilted his head and pinched the gnoll in the waist. “Hey!” The gnoll whined and winced. “I missed you.” The demon gave him a short hug and pulled by his collar ring, to give him a kiss. The gnoll blushed and repeated “It has only been minutes since we've been sittin' together in the car.” The demon nodded. “Yeah but we've barely talked the whole week.” he spoke, then looked at Mel again and added “So, I see you're busy with you support group? In that case I'll leave, I don't want to invade your safe space for too long.” Mel and the gnoll shook their heads. “No problem, you can stay a while.” The gnoll answered. “Okay, but only for a while. I actually want to look for some work. I also want to see how Hyrhyn is doing.”
Furkan himself was a rather big and impressively muscular demon. His face had human and goat like features, his head sprouting a couple of large ram horns, his head hair was completely shaved. His skin was mostly dark, besides of his belly, that had a pale yellow shade. His legs, butt and the tip of his tail we're furred, but besides that his body hadn't any hair or fur. He wore a long white shirt, which was opened to his chest and had sleeves hugging his muscles tightly, almost looking like could tear them apart by simply flexing them. His pants were black, and besides reaching only over his knees they looked rather formal and exposed his fluffy black leg fur and his hooves. He also wore expansive black framed glasses, which definitely changed a lot about the impression he made, making him look way less like a jock. His tail was thin and ended in small black fluff, just like a bulls.
The demon took place on the bench in front of the table, right in between Mel and the gnoll. He laid his one arm around Mel, caressing her shoulder and his other arms hand on the gnolls leg, who immediately tensed up a little. The goat soon spoke up loudly. “Hey folks, since we have a lot of new faces here what do you think about doing a little introduction round?” The conversations around the table slowly fell silent with several people nodding or expressing agreement in another way.
Finally, as the crowd ended their conversations Mel nodded, took a deep breath and introduced herself “Hello my name is Mel. I'm a Hermaphrodite and identify as Bigender. My preferred pronoun is 'she'. I'm leading a local transgender, inter-sex and hermaphrodite regulars table” and looked at the demon to her right. Furkan cleared his throat. “Hello, my name is Furkan. While I tend to feel most comfortable identifying as male, as I have been designated at birth, but my gender is fluid. Luckily I had quite a lot of time to develop good shape-shifting abilities to attune my body to my mind. You can use 'he' as a pronoun for me.” He spoke clearly. Even if there were no open responses, it was easy to read curiosity, amazement as or a spark jealousy in some of the listeners faces. He looked to his right. The gnoll seemed somewhat nervous, because this was the first time he'd talk about his body and identity like this in front of strangers. He stuttered slightly “I'm... my Name is Gwrow and I think I'm what they call a male herm. I identify as male, but I don't think I really want to change something about my body.” He still looked strained, afraid someone might judge him for not striving towards a 'normal' body, but he wouldn't find a evidence that fulfilled his fear.
The next person in the row was a chimera with a bunny-like face, but 4 tentacles spreading out of her head instead of bunny ears and an octopus like back of her head. She was a small, rather flat chested and skinny person, but had a rather feminine figure. “My name is Chuchu and I'm a trans-girl. I'm on HRT for a couple of months now and I've never felt as good as I do now. Please refer to me as 'she'.” She spoke and smiled shyly. Some people on the table congratulated her. The next person to speak up was a bulky rottweiler guy. “Name's Stan and I'm a transdude. I'm on HRT for since I was a teen, so I didn't even need top surgery. I'm still saving money for a magical assisted genital reassignment, but because of how expensive that is and how low my income is it will take at least another 6 years until I have enough money to do that. Phalloplasty just wouldn't be an option for me. Most of my friends don't even know I'm trans.” The dude received some jealous gazes as well. He clearly had a good passing and showed a lot of self-esteem, not to say 'swag'.
Furkan took a look Gwrow face and as he assumed the gnoll's smile told him clearly that the gnoll was attracted to that guy, just like he suspected. “Bet you'd like to play with that dog?” He whispered in his ear. Gwrow looked at him in confusion for a little moment until he processed what Furkan just had said. He then quickly looked away and whispered “Nngh shut up. He doesn't even has a penis.” While feeling a slight burning in his face. Gwrow was clearly the sort of guy, who was attracted to people with a gender expression similar to his own. “Well, he still has two hands.” Furkan whispered teasingly. With a silent “Pshhh!” and a submissive glance Gwrow begged him to stop speaking about such private details. A scrutinizing touching of Gwrow's crotch proved to Furkan yet again, that his pet enjoyed this sort of humiliation. Furkan put his hand off off the gnoll and Gwrow slowly started to relax again. Mel seemed to admire the rottweiler just as much. He wondered if at least one of the both would manage to enjoy some private time with the rottweiler. Gwrow had his permission to do things like that, and Mel didn't need it.
Furkan's thoughts were interrupted when the next person introduced themselves. This time it seemed to be a young sergal women, with long curly hair, dressed like some sort of goth. “Hello. My name is Dominique. It seems I was born a boy but my body decided to go into a different direction when I hit puberty. My father wanted to get a 'cure' for my 'condition' and made sure he got me a therapist that would convince me that I still was a boy after all. I believed it for a long time and started binding my chest, but a few months ago, when I was supposed to get a mastectomy I sort of had a mental breakdown and ran away, because my father got furious at me. Since then I live with Mary here. ” He pointed beside him to a small gray mouse girl. “I think she maybe saved my life. I'm slowly getting to terms with my identity, although I'm not sure yet, how exactly I want to identify. I think I might be bi-gender. Oh, and I'd prefer to go by 'they' as pronoun for now.” Furkan nodded ans spoke up. “I'm glad you found a place to stay. I hope you both get along well?” Mary and Dominique nodded. By now, Mary was the only one left at this table to introduce herself. There were other tables to, but it seemed the people tended to be somewhat older and they didn't even listen to their little introduction round. “Like they said, my name is Mary, I'm a girl and I'm inter-sex. ” she spoke and smiled shyly. Since the introduction round had been finished, a people on the table ended up in different conversations of which many used the new gained information about the other as a starting point, without completely revolving around them and not at all always just about queerness.
However, Furkan left the table rather soon and ended up in the gay bar known as 'the peacocks' and took seat in front of the bar table. He ordered a fruity, non alcoholic cocktail, since he planned to get home by his car and maybe do some work before that. When his drink arrived he turned, leaning his back at the bar and looked around the familiar place.
In front of he could the a small dance floor in front of a stage, currently occupied by a pianist playing everything from jazz to classical music to modern minimalism and visibly annoyed some of the listeners. Furkan thought the decision wasn't too bad and gave a good contrast to the electronic beats on the dance floors. On each side on the stage there were two dance poles, currently unoccupied, because well, performing on a pole to that music would be actually impressive.
Besides the dance floor there were multiple tables occupied predominantly but not exclusively by drinking homos. To his right there was a door that led to a corridor, which again led to the toilets, another dance floor and a dark room. The walls where papered with Art Nouveau styled floral ornaments, mostly in pink and violet. Some of the regular guests complained about that, because they deemed the wallpaper just too feminine or flamboyantly. However, at least the wall behind the stage and the bar were simply painted white. The floor and ceiling as well as the tables were made of dark wood, giving the room an interesting contrast. The decoration was rather eclectic and seemed to try building a somewhat classy or nostalgic atmosphere. The result was amusing if you knew about architecture and art history, but over all seemed harmonic to Furkan. The place had been thoroughly cleaned for the event.
He started to examine the other attendees, first cursorily, then, if something caught his attention more thoroughly, even analytically. At one point he noticed a young chimera, with skin mottled in earth and sand hues, a reptile face with slit eyes, shoulder long curly black hair and big, pointy, black-furred ears. The face was rather cute and even feminine in a way, besides a somewhat prominent superciliary arch, which on the other hand had still a gently curved and smooth shape, unlike Furkans, which was also prominent, but with a way sharper edge, representing yet another masculine feature of his own face. In fact Furkan wasn't completely sure at the moment, whether the mutt was in fact male, but since he definitely hadn't breasts he deemed that unlikely, despite being possible for a reptilian. He also was rather small – about 4 feet and 9 inch – chubby, with wide hips and a large posterior, giving his body a pear like silhouette. The mixed breed also wore black hot pants and pink legwarmers. And outfit that some might have deemed rather slutty, but Furkan avoided this sort of judgment based on clothing. The boy seemed shy, but tried to flirt with several guys over the time. Something about him seemed of. He smiled a lot, but often it didn't seem very honest. Furkan soon got the impression he desperately looked for someone to spend the night with and therefore might have been sort of person he was looking for. After a while the mush left. Furkan didn't bother to follow him yet. He texted Hyrhyn and asked him where he could be found. He also texted his own position. Instead of an answer Hyrhyn appeared from the corridor that lead to the toilets, the second dance floor and the darkroom.
His body language spoke words of slight shame and due that and the fresh cum stains on his pants and shirt it wasn't to hard to guess how he had spend the last hour. Or maybe hours? The boy was a mush with a Kobold as mother and an Imp as father. Well at least biologically. Both his parents were part of a species of short statue, so Hyrhyn was just about four foot. He had big curious eyes and a short reptilian muzzle, just like his mother. And he had tiny little horns sprouting from his forehead and slightly bigger nubs on the side of is head as well as tiny demonic wings, making the half-breed look like a cheap excuse for a lower demon. His skin was red besides black stripes on his head, back, lower arms and upper legs. He wore short camouflage pants, a tight black shirt, that accented his athletic build and military boots. His ID card was pinned to his shirt so everybody could see it. However, the card had a black case, only revealing his name, height, photo and birth date. “Does the id case do the job?” Hyrhyn rolled his eyes. “Barely. Still every ten minutes or something someone asks me what the fuck I'm doing here, 'at you age'. As if they've never fucking seen and Imp or a 'Bold. When I ordered the first drink I pointed on it the whole time and the bartender didn't even bother to look why I might be doing so.” he spoke, while he lifted himself up the bar chair beside Furkan, that reached to almost to his shoulders height.
Instead of sitting down on it he kneeled, so he could overcome the slightly awkward size difference a little. “So, I see you had fun with some guy?...s?” Furkan asked and smiled teasingly. Hyrhyn blushed instantly. “Yeah. Pretty much. Met some nice folks so far, got some numbers, maybe made some new friends. But I'm not sure if any of those is relationship material.” Furkan nodded. “Hope you used condoms 'n stuff.” He teased him further. Hyrhyn somehow got even redder, partly in anger, partly in embarrassment. “Daaaad! I'm more then half a century old, I know what I'm doing!” Furkan started to laugh. “Yeah of course, just kidding. It's cute you still call me dad though.”
Now his adopted son chuckled slightly. “I don't know, it still feels right.” He looked at an imaginary spot on the bar table and walked down the memory lane a little. “So would you like to tell me about your little adventures this evening?” Furkan asked and Hyrhyn nodded. He was used to be open about his sex life with his father in law. “So I met this bunny fanboy, actually about the same height as you, but rather lean, almost a little feminine. Well at least his body. Blue and white fur, pink Mohawk and loooots of piercings all over the place. Was really cool to talk with. Had some drinks together, got really comfy with each other...” Hyrhyn proceeded to tell him about some of the things he had had done with the bunny in detail.
“Your stamina never ceases to impress me. And I hope you will have as much luck in finding love as you have in finding playmates.” He patted on his shoulder. Hyrhyn sighed. “Yeah, that would be great. Maybe I should look for someone my age. But then it's always even more weird, I mean if they aren't half immortal like me. Even now when I'm dating some young looking twink a lot of people think my partner is some pedo or something. ”Now Furkan sighed and laid his hand on his cheek reassuringly. “You managed to cope with that in the past. And I think you can do it in the future. Also I know you can support your partners to cope with it too. You have proven to be really strong in the past. I'm proud of you.” Hyrhyn almost teared up a little. “Thanks dad.” Both took a deep breath and Furkan took his hand of Hyrhyn's face. “So, did you get the bun's number?” Hyrhyn chuckled. “Rabbit. But yeah. You think I should call him?” Furkan nodded. “At least you said talking with him was cool too, so doesn't sound too bad for a date if you ask me. You know you don't have to ask, if you want to invite friends or playmates. At least as long as you don't want to throw a party or use the basement with them.”
