Sarah and Harper disappeared from Leila’s sight, caught in the frenzy of the crowd. The beating of the techno beat echoed in the confines of her head like tribal drums. Her bare breasts bounced to the rhythm of the hypnotic rave music.

The sea of writhing, sweaty naked bodies brushed up against her as she danced her heart out. She wondered whether the DJ sold copies of his set? It was the kind of music she’d love to play in her bedroom when she fucked.

She caught sight of Harper briefly in the throng, and waded through sweat drenched asses and tits till she was standing back beside her friend. The two of them were together again.. wasn’t there supposed to be a third girl she came with? She wondered as her brain tried to square the circle her misfiring neurons were processing.

Right then, Sarah came barging through the crowd holding a tray of neon body paints. She already had bright pink butterflies painted all over her body. Leila particularly liked the ones painted over her ariolas.
“Guess what I got girls.” She shouted happily.
Three girls.. Sarah must’ve been number three. Leila's fried brain was happy with that explanation.

Harper pointed at the tray Sarah was holding,
“C’mon Leila, let’s do it… I wanna get lightning bolts. What’re you gonna get?”

Leila paused for a bit, biting her lip.
“Um,,, I kinda want to get like a neon green fern pattern, with the roots covering my crotch.” She sheepishly admitted.

“Woah, that’s kinda out there” Sarah said, but I reckon it's easy enough that I can paint that on you. “Say, didn’t you come here with Suzie? Where did she go?”

“Huh, Suzie? I don’t remember… is she here?” Harper replied, her brain a horny mess.

Leila couldn't remember… “I don’t think that's… right? I don’t think I've had enough drinks to forget something like that.”

In the corner, still with her lower orifices restrained by impaling insectoid phalluses, Suzie wheezed a weak plea. “Heeeeeellllp….. meeeeeee” it was a hoarse whisper, and flecks of blood sprayed from her drying lips. Her internal organs were being melted and sucked out of her.

Leila, Harper, and Sarah all ignored Suzie’s suffering. They continued on with their body painting as if they’d heard nothing at all.

Leila lay back on a nearby couch, spreadeagled as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sarah took a paintbrush from the tray, and dipped it into some radioactive green looking paint. The mixture fluoresced in the dark.

Do me. She commanded Sarah.

The young blonde accountant obliged. Leila would never have guessed that she’d have had such an artistic streak in her, but tonight was a night for breaking moulds.

She let Sarah tickle her with the brush in expert strokes down her front. It was exciting, and just the right kind of naughty for her. When the brush touched the tip of her pussy, Sarah just kept on painting, letting the bristles stimulate Leila’s clit. Leila shivered at the pleasurable sensation.

Then it was all over, and it was Harper's turn to get painted. Leila got up from the couch, and stared down longingly at Sarah painting golden glowing lightning bolts on Harper's breasts.

However far gone Leila thought she was, Harper had it worse. The girl was clearly sexually enjoying the body paint session. Her face bunched up, and her jaw slack in an impressive orgasm face. It was as if the very touch of the paintbrush were making her friend cum.

It answered a question Leila had never had of her friend; Harper was a squirter.
Leila giggled a little. Maybe they could get impregnated by boys cocks, side by side. Wouldn’t that be great?

Nearby, Suzie breathed laboured, agonal breaths. Her bones poked at her stretched leathery skin, like it was a wrinkled, oversized dress. She was exhausted. Even speaking was too much effort for her to muster now.

She tried one last time to squeeze out the cock like appendage from her asshole, but all she did was clench her anal sphincter tight around it, doing nothing at all to dislodge it. Then she gave up.

She could hear the disgusting slurping noise of her blood being drained above the lovely techno music, that still forced her to erratically buck her hips on the creature’s wriggling tasting probes.

The last dribbles of her urine ran down the engorged probe that was inside her twitching dried pussy. It pooled with the blood that was leaking from her orifices, underneath the creature’s long, fat thorax.

“Uuuuuuunnnngggg…” Suzie moaned insensibly. The disco lights hurt her dried out eyes. They stung horribly, and everything was a blurry haze.

Her entire body ached with every slight movement as her creaky ribcage expanded and contracted for her strained death rattles. Suzie’s flabby, sucked out titties flapped against her belly with every convulsive suck. Her broken mind didn’t understand what was happening, she just wanted the pain to stop forever.

Suzie shuddered violently, then fell still as she died. The insect overlord continued to siphon juices from her corpse.

Her two friends didn’t even notice as Suzie fell still. They were too busy admiring their pretty new body paint jobs to even glance in her direction. Happy with the results, they returned to the dance floor to bust out some new moves.

Sarah stared at Suzie's corpse for a little while, as if something she couldn’t quite reconcile about it. Then she joined Leila and Harper on the dancefloor.