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characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

This is the first in my attempts to create other stories in the Terra universe, or the 
Terraverse as I shall continue to call it. This has no bearing on the events of Terra. This 
story happens later in the history of Terra, roughly a year or so in the future.

This story contains a number of fetishes, which I will catalogue as they come. There is 
only futa transformation in this chapter.

This chapter contains no sex.

Club Vanilla
Chapter 1 
Welcome to Club Vanilla


I don't know why I decided to go. Part of me wondered if this was nothing more than a 
tall tale she was spinning on me. I was known at work for being gullible, and they had 
made a fool out of me more than once. Still, everything that Claire said had been true so 
far, and while she had picked on me with the others, she had never spun a yarn on me.

It took me a long time to work up the nerve to even get this far. I only went downtown to 
work since I lived in the nearby suburbs. I didn't really like the city, I had grown up in a 
small town and I wasn't too comfortable with the city and all of its inhabitants. This 
entire area of the city was foreign to me. I had never gone to the dance club/nightclub 
area before. I never really liked the other nightclubs I had gone to, the music was too loud 
and the guys came on too strong and were only interested in sex. Unless you wore 
skimpy clothes or pushed your breasts out of your dress the guys just passed you over.

Sure, maybe I wasn't the biggest "playa" at work, but it's not like I'm a prude or 
something. I'm just not a slut. That's the problem, most of the guys only give a damn if 
you're slutting it up, and the rest are either gay or in a relationship. And I respect myself 
enough not to break up a relationship. Of course sense there were so few guys now 
compared to what it used to be, there wasn't a big surprise there. Then there were those 
rumors of the futas…

A lot of women had turned to lesbianism, but I don't know. It's not like I haven't made 
love with a woman, I just always envisioned myself with a man to settle down with. Live 
a normal life, have a house with three kids, drive them to school before going to the 
office. Have my husband come home, maybe argue over who makes dinner before 
deciding to order take out. Watch TV until the kids go to sleep, then make love. It's not 
like I wanted to marry a millionaire, or be a famous actress. Just a little happiness.

But I did recognize that it had been almost a year since I had sex. Sure, I had masturbated 
myself to sleep many a night, but it wasn't the same. Masturbation was something that 
you did to yourself; having sex was something you did to, or rather with, someone else. 
My trusty vibrators had served me well, but I wanted human interaction. I wanted juices 
and moaning and a body next to me in the morning.

So I looked onto the building, called Club Vanilla. Outside, it looked nice. The front was 
well lit, but not gaudy like other nightclubs often were. There was a doorman, but 
interestingly enough, there wasn't a line. Don't nightclubs usually have lines? Maybe this 
one wasn't too bad then. I drove around the block, looking for a parking spot. I found one 
only a half a block away, with free parking.

I checked myself out in the mirror once more before I left. I had enough makeup without 
having too much, and my red dress was nice but not too whorey. The wonder bra helped 
a lot.

Getting out of the car I grabbed my purse, making sure I knew where I had parked. The 
area didn't seem too alive. Now that I think on it, I can't remember seeing a single other 
nightclub for at least a couple kilometers. The only place that had lights on was the club, 
the rest of the street was illuminated only by the street lights.

I had almost made it to the nightclub, before I heard a voice behind me. "Don't move," it 
said from inside of an alley. I stopped dead in my tracks. "Just drop your purse, and I 
won't have to hurt you," said my assailant. 

I panicked. I know it's not the most intelligent thing in the world to do, but I freaked out. 
I had never been mugged before, never even had someone steal my lunch out of the break 
room. My heart was pounding. I could only imagine in my mind what he had planned for 
me. I brought my mace, but by the time I took it out he could have beat me, or shot me. 
Or worse.

"Bitch, I said drop it!" he said angrily. I remembered the sound of trees? Bushes maybe, I 
didn't know, and then he was upon me. I tried to scream out for help, but he had one hand 
over my mouth, the other holding a knife pressed tight against my jugular. I could feel the 
tip of the blade close to cutting me. 

I was afraid for my life. I fumbled to work the strap of my purse off of my shoulder. I 
looked over to the guard, only a hundred meters away. I couldn't yell to him, I couldn't 
say a word, but in my mind I cried out desperately to him to help me. He was a tall and 
muscular black man who wouldn't turn his head slightly to come to save me. His 
shoulder around my neck stopped the purse. If I could have ripped it off I would have, 
just to be free from this street urchin. 

I was suddenly surprised as his grip loosened. It was as though some invisible force was 
reaching across, dragging his arm from my neck. Then I saw it. 

It was like something out of a comic book, or some trashy science fiction movie. It 
looked like a slimy hose, or a rope or something, but it had a mind of it's own. It grabbed 
my would-be mugger's arm first, freeing my neck from his blade. Then another…hose, I 
don't know what to call it, wrapped itself around his other hand. With my body free I ran, 
screaming desperately.

Finally the bouncer noticed, dropping his clipboard he ran at me with the speed of an 
Olympian. He grabbed me in his large, muscular arms, asking me over and over again if I 
was okay. I was a blubbering mess by then. He looked down the alley, setting me down 
for a moment. Half in shock I watched as he approached the alley, shining a flashlight 
down to look for my intruder. I think in the back of my mind I heard him say something 
like 'Dan must have gotten him.' But he could have said anything for all I knew.

"It's okay honey, come here," he told me, lifting me up like one would their betrothed. 
Normally I would have objected, but in my state I just wanted him to keep me protected. 
"Just take it easy, you just have to breath a little bit. Don't get worked up, he's gone now, 
and he's never going to come back ever again. My buddy saw to that."

"I, I, I was just coming to the club and he was there and he had a knife and wanted my 
purse but I froze I've never been mugged before and then he pulled the knife against my 
throat and I tried to call to you but his other hand gagged me then I just tried to drop the 
purse to get the hell away but it wouldn't go because he was too tight to me then these 
hoses or ropes or something came out of the dark like they were alive and pulled him 
away from me and then and then I just ran to you." I said, not stopping for a second as 
my panic stricken voice sniveled.

"What were you doing coming here? I've never seen you here before honey," he said, 
taking out a handkerchief and handing it to me. It was one of the nice ones, the 
monogrammed cloth ones that people never really had anymore.

"My friend told me about this place and said I should come I don't really go out to a lot 
of nightclubs but she said this place was different and it was just what I needed so I 
decided after waiting a month to come tonight but now, now," I blubbered on.

"Who's your friend?" he asked. "My name's Sue, by the way," he said, letting me down 
on my feet. It took me a minute for my legs to stop shaking.

"Sue? Like in the song?" I asked. My father had been fan of country music, and had 
played that centuries old song every once and a while.

"Sort of," he said, laughing. I didn't see what was so funny.

"Her, her name's Claire," I said, blowing my nose.

"Claire…Claire Martin?" he asked.

"Y-yeah," I said. "But I, I don't really feel much like going to a club tonight anyways. C, 
can you just walk me to my car? I just want to forget the whole thing ever happened."

"Nonsense, come on in," he said, opening the door. There was a small lounge area, with a 
large double door opening. "Just give me a second," he said, walking into some kind of 
reception area. I looked over the room; it was nice, sort of an old kind of décor that I 
couldn't remember. I didn't pay enough attention in art class I guess. The walls were a 
dark red, almost the color of blood, while the floor looked like it was all black and white 
marble. There were a couple of tables with some chairs, and a booth in the corner. I say 
down on one of the chairs, unlike most this was made of real wood, and the cushion was 
nice. I just wanted to sit down, to steady my knocking knees. 

He was in there for only a couple minutes before he returned with this girl. This was a 
strange looking girl though, she had some kind of cat ear hat on, and a matching cattail 
twitching behind her. I don't know how she found some kind of animatronics that would 
make its movements seem so lifelike. 

"Hi, how can I help you meow?" she asked. She was really a beautiful looking girl, she 
had a pretty face and a nice body. Her curves weren't unbelievable, but they seemed 
proper for her body, especially squeezed into the tight number she was wearing. Why she 
had to wear the silly cat costume was beyond me. 

"As I said, Claire's friend needs the…proper introduction," Sue said, smiling. I don't 
know why he was always smiling like that, it seemed like he knew something but wasn't 
going to tell me. It was something important, I could tell, but I just, I don't know, I 
couldn't read his face. 

"N,no, I just want to go home," I said meekly.

"Oh come on now, you can't leave without at least seeing the inside, can you?" she 
asked, rhetorically it seemed as she practically dragged me through the reception area, or 
whatever it was. This room was strange compared to the last it didn't make any sense. It 
looked like the hallway from an emergency room. The walls were completely white, a 
sterile looking white. I followed her as she pulled me by the arm past some rooms to the 
last one.

"Meow, we just have to do a little scan, this won't hurt a bit," she said. I could feel the 
beam envelop my body. She was right, it didn't hurt, it kinda tickled, like being buzzed or 
something.

"What is this all about?" I asked.

"You mean, Claire didn't tell you?" she asked, waiting a moment for the beam to cease 
before coming out from behind it. "This isn't a normal kind of nightclub, you know that, 
right?" she asked, licking her hand. Why she would lick the fake fur is beyond me. At 
least I want to think its fake fur, god help those poor little animals if they had to be killed 
so this girl could costume play.

"No, what is going on here? Why are we in some kind of medical facility?" I asked, 
suddenly starting to feel like this was a whole big joke on me again. But how could Claire 
afford to put all of this together just to geek on me?

"Well, that's going to need some explaining. Here, sit down," she said, pulling out a 
chair. "See, this nightclub is sort of…exclusive. It's based on an invite only." She said. I 
just nodded, remembering hearing about that on lunch. "The reason that it's exclusive is 
because we are a different nightclub. You've heard of nanorobotics, right?"

"Yeah, the little things that heal sick people, right?" I asked.

"Yes, but they are capable of doing so much more. Our owner has connections in the 
government, and has decided to open up this club," she said, scratching the back of her 
head. Why she would keep doing these cat mannerisms was beyond me, in fact it was 
getting annoying. 

"We are a club where people can live out their fantasies, their fetishes, if you will," she 
said. "Me, I want to be a cat girl."

"Wait, what?" I asked, looking closer on the girl. While she had long hair around her 
head, on further inspection I looked at her ears. Or rather, where her ears should be. I 
reached my hand out to the side of her unusually round head, trying to find under her hair 
her ears. They weren't there, there was only hair. She purred, rubbing her hand against 
mine like my cat had done as a child. I pet her for a moment, watching this bizarre scene 
unfold in front of me. I saw her tail swaying from side to side, and I reached my other 
hand down, and tugged it a little. Her mood changed instantly, her fangs seemed to shoot 
out her mouth as she hissed at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just, I mean I didn't," I tried to say, struggling to find the words. 

"It's okay, I just…didn't expect it. I won't pull your tail, it hurts," she said.

"How…how…how?" I asked, not even able to really understand fully what was going 
on.

"Well, it's easy really. The nanobots can fulfill people's desires, their dreams about what 
they want to be. For a small fee the first time people come in and have the nanos put into 
them. These are special nanos, they will only respond to our computers, so most people 
don't mind leaving them in. They don't pose any threat to anything, and even if you get 
sick and need new nanos they won't complicate anything," she said, explaining this away 
like it was an exercise in business.

"Okay, but why do, I mean why would people…" I tried to ask, I didn't want to offend, 
but… 
 
"Well, people come in and tell us their fantasies, and we try to help them live it out. A lot 
of the girls here want to try out being futanaris, if only for a night. Some people want to 
try out other fetishes," she said. "What's yours, if I can ask?"

"Um, I don't know if I really have one," I said, feeling instantly uncomfortable about 
this. "I don't know if I'm ready to change my body like that."

"Those are two different things," she said, with a knowing smile. "I think you have a 
fantasy, you just don't know if you're willing to live it out. A lot of people are like that 
their first trip here, they are afraid that if they let their fetish out, that something might 
happen. Some people are afraid of being caught. Some are afraid they won't be able to 
turn back, that they'll be stuck. But do you want to know what the big one is?"

"What?" I asked, starting to feel a little better about it. This girl was good at convincing 
people that was for sure.

"Some are afraid of losing themselves in the fantasy. Some people think that they're 
going to suddenly become some nymphomaniac or something. But it doesn't happen, it 
never does. I've been here for two and a half years, and nobody becomes a 
nymphomaniac. Oh sure, some people decide that they like it, and come here a few times 
a week. Some people are just comfortable coming here and living out their fantasies 
every night. Nobody comes here for sex every night." She said. "Even the boys."

"I still don't know," I said, honestly weighing the options for the first time since I heard 
this crazy story.

"It doesn't hurt, and it only takes a second. If you don't like it, you can go right back, I 
purromise!" she said, holding her hand to her heart.

I stopped for a moment. I don't know why, but my lips were dry. I licked them, thinking 
on. I think the girl in front of me got the wrong idea. I had come all this way, listened to 
this crazy story, I might as well try it. And I swear if Claire comes out from behind the 
door laughing at me I'll choke that bitch…

"Okay, I'll try it," I said, to which the catgirl got up and seemed to jump with glee. "My 
name is Julie, Julie James."

"Oh, my name is Elizabeth, but most people call me Liz. Or Lisss," she said, drawing out 
the s sound. "Let me just get you a card. Smile!" she said. I only had a moment to try to 
smile before a small flash went off. I didn't even see where it came from. "Here's your 
ID, you have to wear it on your neck at all times, if you want to pick people up."

"What? Why?" I asked.

"We don't have a lot of rules here, but that's the first one. It's so that people whom do 
different things know who they are with. Let me put it this way, if you were a lesbian, 
maybe you see a nice looking futa and want to get with her. But if it was a guy who 
wanted to be a futa tonight, that might upset you. Or if you wanted to be with a guy, and 
slept with a guy, but it turned out he was really a girl trying it out for the night, that might 
upset you." She explained.

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," I said.

"The other rule is you can't force yourself on someone. Self-discipline, self control, that's 
what it's about. If someone doesn't want you, just keep moving. This isn't a whorehouse, 
it's an adult nightclub, and as such people are free to do what they want. A lot of people 
just come for the company and the ambiance." She said. 

"Alright, that won't be a problem for me," I said. It was really a common sense thing, but 
I guess there are enough people in the world that have to be told it. The oil in my car does 
say it's not to be drunk after all. She handed me a piece of paper. I looked it over, it 
wasn't long and it basically was a medical waiver/terms of use contract. I signed it and 
handed it over to her.

"Good, good. The next rule is that you leave here the way you came. Nobody gets to go 
home as a catgirl, or a futa, or whatever. We don't want to draw unnecessary attention to 
us, our owner has spent a lot of time and money keeping us quiet and safe here, and we 
don't want to mess it up for him. I even tried to convince him otherwise once, when an 
old girlfriend came over for the weekend, but he said if he made one exception, he'd have 
to keep making more and more." She said, as she prepared a small needle. It looked like 
one of the needles that used to be used by diabetics to inject insulin.

"Can you sit over here meow?" she asked, pointing towards a chair in the corner of the 
room. 

I got up and followed her to it, the chair looked like a dentist chair. Leaning back in it I 
asked "So what else?"

"Mmmm?" she said, taking rubbing alcohol and cleaning a spot on my elbow.

"What are the other rules?" I asked.

"Oh, well, there aren't really other rules. I mean, just use your common sense. Don't do 
something you don't want someone to do to you. And if you want them to do it to you, 
still don't do it," she said, with a wide dopey smile. "I'm going to inject the nanos now. 
Are you ready?"

"I, I guess so, are you sure you're supposed to do this?" I asked, suddenly concerned for a 
second.

"Oh sure, I'm a registered nurse, I'm good at this. I'm just working here to get myself 
through medical school." She said. It wasn't too reassuring, but I took her word on it. 

"Alright, you can do it," I said, looking the other way.

"I already did honey, I told you I'm good at this," Liz said.

"Oh, okay," I said.

"Hold this," she said, holding a small bandage to my elbow. I took it out of her hands, 
and she taped it up a second later.

"Alright, now, what do you want. Wait, can I guess?" she asked. I nodded, and she began 
looking over me. I'm not the curviest woman in the world, but I keep myself in shape 
with an hour on the thread mill every day during the winter and summer, or an hour walk 
outside during the spring and fall. 

"I'm not a hundred percent here, but I'm gonna guess that you want to be…a futa?" she 
asked.

"Uh, yeah actually." How did she know that? "I don't know, ever since hearing about it 
on the news a couple of years ago I got interested in it."

"Uh huh, it's a popular one. Now, this might feel kind of strange. How big?" she asked.

"How big what?" I asked.

"Your penis silly!" she said, giggling.

"Oh, uh, I don't know, like seven or so I guess," I said, I didn't want an obscene sized 
dick, but still a good one. "Actually, make it eight." I said, that was the biggest I've ever 
had, I should start at the top.

"Okay, I'll just go with the normal girth then. Balls or no balls? Oh, and pubic hair, long 
and bushy, trimmed short, or a clean Brazilian?" she asked, as she began pushing buttons 
into the computer. 
 
"Um, no balls I guess, I don't want to get someone pregnant. I don't know, I guess 
Brazilian? I didn't really give it a lot of thought." I said. A big part of me didn't think this 
crazy thing was going to work anyways.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, everyone is sterile inside of here. Clean too, we 
screen for STDs, not that too many have them anymore. So while you should always 
practice safe sex, here's it's not as big of an issue. There's a condom machine in here if 
you want to though. Okay, the last thing you're gonna want to do is take a deep breath 
and relax. It's gonna feel like your clit is gonna grow four inches real quick." She said. 

"Okay," I said, taking a deep breath. All of a sudden I felt…strange. Not a pain, but an 
awkward feeling. At first it felt like I had to go to the bathroom or something, like there 
was something that was welled up inside me that had to be relieved. Then Elizabeth was 
right, it did feel like my clit was growing, and growing fast. I looked down at the material 
in my dress, and saw a bulge growing. It seemed to balloon up inside of me. And then, as 
fast as it came, it was done.

"There we are, well, that's all we have to do here. Let's just get the ID card…" she said, 
picking something out of a printer. It was a picture of me, with some small biographical 
information. I guess I didn't transform too much for it to matter, but still. She put it on a 
long lanyard, and then put it around my neck. "Alright, now you're good to go."

"Okay, where do I go?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'll show you where, but I have to stay here, we only keep a couple of 
nurses working at any time, and I don't want to leave poor Billie by herself." Liz said, 
pointing towards the door. I followed her out into the hallway, back to the reception 
room. "Now remember, wear the ID, don't force yourself on people, and you have to 
change back before you can leave. Just plan on leaving 15 minutes earlier, sometimes 
there's a line, especially at the end of the night. I get off in," she said, checking the clock, 
"An hour and a half, so I'll check on you then. And have fun!" she said, smiling as she 
pointed me through the door.


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