Chapter 7: The peak of punk rock
The cold air nipped at their heels as Ron, Zilla, and Rouge emerged from Zilla's apartment the next morning, the sun casting a lazy glow over the city. The streets were quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic, and the air was heavy with the promise of a new day. Ron glanced at his two partners walking beside him. Zilla, her green hair a stark contrast against the gray sky, walked with a confident swagger, her hands tucked into the pockets of her leather jacket.
Rouge, on the other hand, seemed a bit out of sorts, her usual fiery demeanor replaced with a soft, almost vulnerable expression. Ron, sandwiched between the two, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the sight of them.
"You two look... different," Ron commented, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
Zilla rolled her eyes, but her gaze was warm. "Well, Ron, you did fucked us good
last night. I'm sure Rouge is feeling it too." She elbowed Rouge playfully, who simply grinned in response.
Rouge stretched her arms above her head, her body arching slightly. "Yeah, I'm feeling it. But it's a good kind of sore, you know?" She looked at Ron, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, Ron, what's the plan for today?"
Ron wrapped his arms around the two,"What else? We get the band back to practicing, get ready for the next gig. And maybe, just maybe, we can find some time for..." Ron's voice trailed off, his eyes flicking between Zilla and Rouge.
Zilla's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "You mean like last night?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.
Rouge's eyes widened, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I-I don't know if I can handle that again so soon," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ron chuckled, his hands squeezing their asses. "Don't worry, Rouge. Lets just head to Moray's , see if Zappy is there. Maybe she can help us get back into the swing of things," Ron suggested, steering their conversation away from the previous night's activities. They walked in a comfortable silence, the city waking up around them.
As they got to the entrance of Moray's, Rouge slapped her forehead with her hand. "Right, we gotta use the back entrance, It's closed today." She muttered, turning around and leading them back the way they came.
Ron raised an eyebrow, "The back entrance, huh? Sounds kinky." He smirked, his hands giving Zilla and Rouge's asses a squeeze.
Zilla huffed, but her lips quivered in a faint smile. "Stop it, Ron. You make it sound like we're going to a sex club."
Rouge giggled, "C'mon Ron, lets first get inside, we don't want to be seen lurking around here." She said, pulling him along with her.
As they entered the back door, the familiar scent of stale beer and old cigarettes hit them. Rouge led them through the dimly lit hallway, past the storage room, and right outside the band's greenroom "Zappy should be in here
, she lives here practically," Rouge explained.
Ron nodded, his eyes scanning the room. Rouge's Harlot's green room is surprising clean in contrast to Moray's bar. Other then that, It looks like a typical punk scene. But Zappy was nowhere to be found. "Huh, where the fuck is our electric punk?" Zilla
muttered, looking around the empty greenroom. The room was filled with the faint scent of weed and the lingering echo of Zappy's laughter.
Rouge shrugged, flopping down onto the worn-out couch. "Maybe she's in the bathroom," she suggested, kicking off her boots and stretching out her legs.
Ron, however, heard something. "Guys, I hear someone in the bar. Let's go check it out." He suggested, already heading towards the door. Zilla and Rouge exchanged a glance and followed him, curiosity piqued.
As they entered the main bar area, they heard the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh and moans echoing through the empty space. Ron's eyes widened as he saw Zappy bent over the bar, her neon blue pony tail swinging back and forth. Behind her, was Moray, fucking her with wild abandon. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by Zappy's loud moans.
"Fuck me," Zilla muttered, her hand instinctively going to her crotch, rubbing her cock through her jeans.
Rouge's eyes flashed with surprise. "Moray is fucking Zappy?" she mouthed to Ron and Zilla, her voice barely above a whisper. Ron nodded, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Zilla's hand was still rubbing her cock, her breath coming in short gasps.
Moray, oblivious to their presence, was pounding into Zappy with a ferocity that made Ron's cock twitch in his pants. Zappy's moans were loud and uncontrolled, her body pushing back against Moray's thrusts, eager for more.
"And she's fucking loving it," Zilla groaned, her voice thick with lust. "I say we-"
"Shh!" Ron hissed, holding up a hand to silence Zilla. "Stop and listen." Zilla stopped playing with her cock as the three heard Zappy start to speak.
"Oh fuck, Moray! Right there, baby! Fuck me harder!" They could hear Moray's grunts and the sound of their skin slapping together, echoing through the empty bar. "I don't care anymore! Get me pregnant, make my punk-ass pregnant!" Zappy's voice echoed through the bar, her words spurring Moray on. He gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her with renewed vigor. The sight of Zappy, her neon blue pony tail swaying, her body being used and enjoyed by Moray, was too much for Ron, Zilla, and Rouge to resist.
Without a word, the three of them moved closer, their eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before them.
"Zappy, I'm ready to blow!" Moray grunted, his hips slapping against her ass as he picked up the pace. "Where do you want it, baby?"
Zappy moaned, her body writhing with pleasure. "In me, Moray! she begged, looking back at him with wild eyes.
Ron, Zilla, and Rouge watched in awe as Moray's body tensed, his cock throbbing inside Zappy. He let out a loud growl, his cum shooting deep into her pussy.
Zappy's eyes rolled back as she felt his hot seed filling her, her own orgasm ripping through her body. She collapsed onto the bar, her body shaking with pleasure.
Moray pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He smacked her ass, making her yelp. "That's one hell of a way to start the day, punk." He chuckled, tucking himself back into his pants.
Zappy pushed herself up, a satisfied grin on her face.
"Hell yeah, it is," she agreed, turning around to face the trio. Her eyes widened in shock. Moray was oblivious to the three as he continued. "Say, Zappy. I know you wanted to keep our engagement a secret from your band mates, at least until they kissed and made up. But, I can't help myself, I'm just so happy to be marrying you." He glanced over to where Zappy was staring at and saw Ron, Zilla, and Rouge, standing their, their eyes wide with shock. "Well, fuck me sideways," Moray muttered, his face turning beet red. "When did you three get here?"
Zappy buried her face with her hands, her neon blue pony tail falling over her shoulders. "Oh god, how long have you been standing there?" she groaned. Ron cleared his throat, trying to hide his amusement. "Never mind that. Look Zappy! Zilla's back!"
Zappy peaked though her fingers, her eyes widening at the sight of Ron, Zilla, and Rouge.
"Yeah, that's right. Now, spill it, Zappy. How long have you and Moray been... you know?" Zilla asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
Zappy sighed, dropping her hands from her face. "Fine, fine. We've been fucking each other ever since I crashed here. But when Rouge broke up with Zilla, well..... I realized I love the old man." Zappy swooned before quickly composing herself "We were gonna tell you guys, I swear!" she exclaimed, her eyes pleading with the trio.
Zilla crossed her arms, a smirk still playing on her lips. "Uh-huh, and what about the wedding bells we just heard?"
Zappy sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Alright, fine. Moray proposed last night, and I said yes. But we wanted to tell you guys together, once we'd all made up."
Rouge's eyes widened, her gaze flicking between Zappy and Moray. "That's... that's amazing, Zappy! I'm so happy for you!" she exclaimed, pulling Zappy into a tight hug.
Rouge's enthusiasm was infectious, and Ron couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two friends embracing. Zilla, however, was still trying to process the news.
"Wait, wait, wait," she said, holding up a hand. "You're getting married? To Moray? The bartender Moray?" She asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Zappy pulled away from Rouge, a sheepish grin on her face. "Yeah, I know it sounds crazy. But he makes me happy, Zilla. And I think I make him happy too," Zappy replied, her eyes softening as she looked at Moray. Ron noticed the way Moray's face lit up at Zappy's words, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him. He had always known that underneath Moray's gruff exterior lay a man who cared deeply for those around him.
Zilla seemed to consider this for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Alright, alright. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you too, Zappy. So I.... er, we would also like to say something to you, Zappy." Ron put his arms around Zilla and Rouge, pulling them close. "We've been talking, and we decided to become a triad, a three-way relationship. Not only are Rouge and Zilla back together, But I'm now part
of it too," Ron announced, his voice steady and sure. He looked at Zappy, waiting for her reaction.
Zappy's eyes widened, her mouth opening before realizing something. "Oh that right! Zilla a futanari, I guess what she needed was both a man and a woman in her life," Zappy said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "And I guess that makes sense, considering her unique... anatomy." Moray was shocked, "Wait, Zilla's a futa?" Everyone laughed at the look on his face.
Zilla, who was still in Ron's arms, rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah, Moray. It's not like I was hiding it or anything."
Moray scratched his head, "Well, I mean, I knew you were... unique, Zilla. But I didn't know you were packing heat down there too."
Zilla smirked, "Yeah, well, now you know." Zilla stretched her arms above her head, her eyes scanning the room. "So, what's the plan now, Zappy? Ready to get back to practicing with the band?"
Zappy grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hell yeah, I am! I've missed playing with you guys. But first, I need to clean up." She glanced down at herself, her neon blue pony tail swaying with the movement. "I doubt Moray wants to see me walking around naked all day."
Moray chuckled, "I would, but not now. Go on, you punks , get to practice. I'll make sure we're all set up when you're done." He gestured towards the stairs leading to the stage, a warm smile on his face. Zappy grinned, giving Moray a quick peck on the cheek before bounding up the stairs, her neon blue pony tail swaying behind her. Ron, Zilla, and Rouge followed suit, their footsteps echoing through the empty bar.
As they reached the stage, Ron turned to Zilla and Rouge, a smile playing on his lips. "You know, I've never been to a practice session before. What should I expect?"
Zilla smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, Ron, it's not always pretty. But it's always... interesting." She winked, her hand reaching out to squeeze his ass.
Rouge laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, and don't be surprised if we start arguing. It's just our way of... expressing ourselves."
Ron chuckled, "Well, I've dealt with Zilla's attitude before. I think I can handle it." He looked around the stage, taking in the instruments scattered about. "So, lets see how you three play now."
As the rest of the year passed, Rouge's Harlots became a staple in the town of Startyor. Rouge's unique vocals, Zilla's guitar skills, and Zappy's rhythmic energy quickly improve to the suprise of the punk scene. Ron's management of the band capitalize their momentum. They began to headline local shows, drawing larger crowds than any other punk band in the city. The town hall gig was the culmination of their hard work and dedication, and the band was buzzing with excitement.
The day of the show arrived, and the band gathered backstage at the town hall. Zilla leaned against the wall, tuning her guitar, her green hair falling in her face. Rouge paced back and forth, her red mohawk swaying with each step. Zappy sat on a stool, twirling her drumsticks, her neon blue pony tail bobbing up and down.
"You guys ready for this?" she asked, a grin spreading across her face. Ron, who was checking the setlist, looked up and smiled. "As ready as we'll ever be. We've worked hard for this, Zappy. Let's give 'em a show they won't forget."
Zilla looked up from her guitar, her eyes narrowing as she studied Rouge. "You sure you're ready, Rouge? This is our biggest gig yet. It's not just about us anymore. The whole town is watching." Zilla's voice was steady, but Ron could see the slight twitch in her jaw, a telltale sign of her nervousness. Rouge paused her pacing, her eyes meeting Zilla's. "I'm ready, Zilla. I promise." She took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing. "Let's do this, for real this time."
Ron chuckled, "That's the spirit. Now, give them hell, girls!" As retreated towards the backstage, the curtainsparted, and the lights dimmed. The crowd erupted into cheers as Zilla, Rouge, and Zappy took their places on stage. Ron watched from the wings, his heart pounding with excitement and pride.
Rouge, the leader of the band, stepped up to the microphone, her red mohawk glinting under the stage lights. She looked out at the sea of faces, her eyes reflecting the eager anticipation of the crowd. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort, and then she began to sing.
Her voice was like a thunderclap, powerful and raw, as she belted out the opening lyrics of their first song. The crowd roared in approval, their bodies surging forward, eager to absorb the energy that Rouge was pouring out onto the stage.
Zilla, with her green hair a wild halo around her head, launched into the opening riff of the song, her fingers dancing over the strings of her guitar with a speed and precision that belied her rough exterior. Zappy, her neon blue pony tail whipping back and forth, attacked her drums with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the town hall.
Ron watched from the wings, his heart swelling with pride as he took in the sight of the three women on stage. They were a force to be reckoned with, their music a raw, powerful expression of their individuality and their collective spirit.
Ron could see the crowd responding to them, their bodies moving in time with the music, their voices singing along to the lyrics. He had seen them play many times before, of course, but this was different. This was something else entirely.
As the first song came to an end, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Rouge, her face flushed with excitement, grinned at the audience. "Thank you, thank you!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the hall.
"We're Rouge's Harlots, and we're here to fucking drain you balls dry!" The crowd went wild, their cheers and whistles filling the air. Zilla, never one to be outdone, stepped up to the microphone, her green hair a stark contrast against the bright stage lights.
"You heard the lady," she growled, her voice a low rumble. "We're here to make you sweat, make you bleed, and make you forget your fucking names. So, let's get this party started, shall we?" Zilla's voice rang out, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she strummed the opening chords of their next song. The crowd roared in approval, their bodies surging forward once more.
Ron knew that the girls have triumphantly pulled of their last concert of the year
. But, he also knew that they needed to unwind and celebrate. As the band finished their final song, he stepped backstage, already planning their next move.
He found the girls backstage, their faces flushed and sweaty, laughter bubbling out of them like a fountain. They were still wired from the performance, their bodies humming with adrenaline.
"Well, I'd say that was a fucking success," Zilla declared, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.
Rouge, still catching her breath, nodded in agreement. "Fuck yeah, it was. We killed it out there," Zappy added, her neon blue pony tail bouncing with excitement. "So, Ron, what's the plan now? I don't know about you, but I could use a drink... or ten."
Ron chuckled, "I thought you might say that. I've set up a little celebration for us at Moray's. Figured we could all use a night to unwind." Ron said, a sly smile playing on his lips. Three sets of eyes widened in excitement, their smiles mirroring Ron's.
"Fuck yeah, let's do it!" Zilla exclaimed, her voice still hoarse from singing. "I could use a few drinks and some food right about now."
Rouge nodded in agreement, her red mohawk glinting under the harsh backstage lights. "Hell yeah, let's go. But first, I need to change out of these sweaty clothes." She gestured to her blood-red double mohawk and leather ensemble, a smirk playing on her lips. "Unless you're into that sort of thing, Ronny boy?" she teased, winking at him.
Ron chuckled, shaking his head. "As tempting as that offer is, Rouge, I think it's best if we all change. We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves, do we?"
Zilla snorted, "Speak for yourself, Ron. I'm all about drawing attention." She struck a dramatic pose, her green hair fanning out around her head like a halo. "It's what makes us, us," she declared, her voice filled with faux seriousness.
"In that case," Ron said, as he reached into his coat pocket, "I got some attention for you, Rouge and Zilla." He pulled out two small boxes and got down on one knee. "I've been thinking, we've been through a lot together, and I think it's time we make it official. Zilla, Rouge, will you both marry me?" He opened the boxes to reveal two delicate rings, one with a small diamond and the other with a small emerald, matching their respective eyes. Zappy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Wow, Ron, that's... that's amazing," she stammered, her eyes welling up with tears. Zilla and Rouge, however, just stared at Ron, their expressions unreadable. Ron swallowed hard, a bead of sweat trickling down his spine.
He had expected surprise, maybe even joy, but the blank stares from Zilla and Rouge were unnerving. He glanced at Zappy, who gave him an encouraging nod.
"Well?" Ron prompted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Zilla was the first to break the silence. She blinked, her emerald eyes flicking between Ron and the ring. "You want to marry us?" she asked, her voice flat.
Ron nodded, "Yes, I do. I love you both, and I want us to be together, officially."
Rouge's lips twitched, a hint of a smile playing on them. "Ron, I think you need to make it clear to our futa here." Ron smiled, as he stood up. "Your right Rouge, action over words." Ron said, as he reached out for Zilla's hand. He slipped the emerald ring onto her finger, a perfect fit. He then turned to Rouge, who was still staring at him, her expression inscrutable. He took her hand, and she let him, her fingers cool against his. He slid the diamond ring onto her finger, his heart pounding in his chest. "There," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside him. "Now, it's official."
Zilla looked down at the ring on her finger, her eyes overflowing with tears. "I love you two so fuckin' much!" Zilla exclaimed, her voice thick with emotion. She pulled Ron into a fierce hug, her body shaking with sobs. Ron chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. "I love you too, Zilla." He looked over her shoulder at Rouge, who was still staring at her ring, a small smile playing on her lips. "Rouge?" he asked, concern creasing his brow. She looked up at him, her blue eyes also tearing up "Yes, I'll marry the both of you two" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Ron's face broke into a wide grin, his heart swelling with joy. "Really?" he asked, hope shining in his eyes. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Really," she confirmed, her voice stronger.
Zilla pulled away from Ron, wiping her tears on her sleeve. "Well, that shit's settled," she declared, her voice back to its usual brashness. "Now, let's get going. I wanna fuckin' party!" Zilla exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Ron chuckled, "Alright, alright. Let's go celebrate."
As they walked through the streets of Startyor, arm in arm, Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. He had found love, true love, and it filled him with a warmth that he had never known before. He looked at Zilla and Rouge, their faces alight with excitement and happiness, and he knew that he was the luckiest man in the world.