Fuck. I'd really been throwing them back; vision a half-hazy kaleidoscope. Finding my equilibrium was the least of my worries, the foremost concern was my goddamn bladder; I need to piss like a mule.
The venue was packed, a shady little dive that reeked of cheap beer and sweat, but the music was decent enough. While the place certainly attracted an 'unconventional' crowd, it stirred with a variety of races: Kobolds, Elves, Lizardfolk, etc. etc. It wasn't exactly your typical party...but fuck it.
I wandered to the bathrooms in a stupor, not caring what stall I may have wandered into if it meant saving my pants and my pride; the benefits of alcohol, everyone. O' how I anticipated that sweet wave of relief, blundering into the stall and allowing my pants to pool at the ankles; it was soon made apparent that the toiler already had an occupant, and damn, did she let me have it.
"Yo, what the fuck!" A snappy, high-pitched squeal barked from behind, causing me to spin on my heel. She was a mess of smeared ebon lipstick a runny eyeliner, a cute little goblin with an obvious temper; grass-colored skin turned scarlet with rage. "You're blocking the door! Get the hell out-"
We both froze, realizing the scandalous nature of our encounter. Given her height, my freshly freed slab of flesh twitched mere inches from her pert, green nose. Her eyes darted down to my bulging member, before slowly making their way up to meet mine. The sudden tension between us caused my balls to tighten and contract, which only served to increase the pressure inside me. Fuck, this girl.
"Uh...sorry," I said sheepishly. "Sorry for invading your space."
She smirked. "Oh, don't be sorry. Just glad you didn't leave me stranded here."
My mind went blank. What? I was so confused by the conversation I hadn't even noticed that we were still standing there, staring each other down like two horny teenagers. I took a step back, feeling my cock strain against the confines of my boxers. She followed suit.
"I can go, if you want..." The words rolled from my lips like molasses.
Her smile broadened, the tip of a slender tongue teasing at one of her fangs, "No, no. Don't worry about it. I'm fine." All that bravado, that eagerness to kick my ass into next week, gone. Vanished. "So, uh, you gonna poke that monster in my face? or use it?" Sable lips parted slightly, hot breath tickling the plump crown of my python.
A strange noise escaped my throat. Was it a moan? A whimper? Something else entirely? I wasn't sure. I felt myself swaying towards her, the heat of her breath making my cock twitch with anticipation. My heart raced, blood pumping through veins that seemed to pulse with every beat. Her chest heaved, rising and falling with the cadence of her breathing.
"What do you think?" I asked softly.
"Lean back, stud, I'll show you what I think..."