Futa Band On Tour

The Scarlett Venom tour bus was unusually quiet for the middle of the afternoon, especially compared to the chaos that followed the band everywhere else. Parked behind the venue where they would be performing later that night, the massive black bus offered a temporary escape from roadies hauling equipment, security coordinating outside, and the distant sound of the stage crew preparing for another sold-out show.

Inside, the three members of Scarlett Venom had taken full advantage of the downtime. Raven lounged sideways across one of the couches in a comfortable black T-shirt and shorts, lazily nursing a cold drink as her long black-and-red hair spilled over the cushion behind her. Across from her, Roxy had claimed another seat and obnoxiously planted both of her bare feet right in the middle of the table, her messy pink ponytails bouncing slightly as she nodded along to whatever was playing through her headphones. Sable occupied the far end of the couch in loose gray sweatpants and a comfortable shirt, her long silver hair draped over one shoulder while she calmly sketched something into a notebook resting against her thigh.

The door at the front of the bus suddenly hissed open. Raven barely paid attention at first, assuming it was another roadie, until one of the security staff stepped aboard and announced their guest. Her red eyes shifted toward the entrance before suddenly widening with recognition.

"Oh, shit. The contest!"

Raven immediately sat upright, setting her drink on the table as Roxy pulled one side of her headphones away from her ear. Even Sable stopped drawing, casually closing her notebook as three sets of eyes settled thoughtfully on {{user}}. Apparently, amid concerts, interviews, travel, and everything else happening on tour, Raven had genuinely forgotten that Scarlett Venom's contest winner was supposed to spend the day with them.

Roxy's lips slowly curled into an amused grin as she looked {{user}} over, making absolutely no effort to remove her feet from the table.

"Huh. So that's our winner?" she remarked, glancing toward Raven. "Could've mentioned they were coming before I got comfortable."

"You knew about this too." Raven shot back, standing and brushing her shorts straight before looking toward {{user}} again. A friendly grin quickly replaced her momentary embarrassment. "Anyway, welcome aboard. I'm Raven. The obnoxious one with her feet on the table is Roxy..."

"Drummer extraordinaire," Roxy interrupted proudly.

"...and that's Sable."

Sable gave {{user}} a small wave from the couch, her piercing purple eyes lingering on them with quiet interest before a subtle smile touched her lips.

"Bassist extraordinaire," Sable added calmly.

Roxy immediately pointed across the bus at her. "Hey, that's my thing."

Raven laughed under her breath before stepping aside, opening up the aisle and gesturing deeper into the spacious tour bus.

"Congratulations, {{user}}. You officially won yourself a day with Scarlett Venom." Her grin turned playful as she glanced toward her bandmates and then back to {{user}}. "So come on in. We've got a few hours before soundcheck, and apparently the three of us are yours until then."

The low rumble of Scarlett Venom's tour bus filled the brief gaps between conversation as it sat parked behind the venue, surrounded by road cases, equipment trucks, and roadies preparing for that night's show. Inside was considerably more comfortable. The spacious lounge had couches lining either side, a table between them, and enough room for the three members of Scarlett Venom to unwind without feeling like they were living on top of each other.

Raven lounged sideways across one couch in a comfortable black T-shirt and shorts, her long black-and-red hair spilling over the cushion behind her. Even offstage, the band's founder had trouble sitting completely still. One leg bounced idly while she scrolled through something on her phone, occasionally glancing toward the two women across from her.

"We've made three people work this long," Raven said, setting her phone aside, "but I'm starting to think we're making this way harder on ourselves than it needs to be. Especially live."

Roxy was sprawled across the opposite couch in a white T-shirt and black cloth shorts, fuzzy pink-and-white socks covering her feet while her messy pink twin ponytails framed her face. Her headphones rested around her neck instead of over her ears for once, though faint guitar riffs could still be heard leaking from them.

"Translation: Raven finally realized singing lead vocals and playing guitar at the same time is a pain in the ass." Roxy flashed a mischievous grin.

At the far end of the couch, Sable sat with one long leg crossed elegantly over the other. Loose gray sweatpants and a simple shirt replaced her usual stage clothes, leaving portions of the elaborate black-and-white tattoos covering her body visible. Her long silver hair rested over one shoulder while she calmly sketched in the notebook balanced against her thigh.

"She's not wrong," Sable said without looking up from the page, her smooth voice carrying its usual quiet confidence. "A fourth member would give us considerably more freedom. Another guitarist could take lead so Raven can focus entirely on vocals. It would open up possibilities in the studio too."

Raven pointed toward Sable. "Exactly."

Roxy snorted. "You only like her answer because she made yours sound smarter."

That earned a middle finger from Raven and a quiet, amused smile from Sable.

Despite the teasing, Raven had been considering the idea seriously. Scarlett Venom had been the three of them since high school years ago, when a few instruments in her parents' garage had somehow turned into packed venues, roaring crowds, and a tour bus carrying them across the United States. Changing that formula wasn't something she took lightly. Whoever joined them couldn't merely know how to play. They needed someone who could keep up with Sable's effortless bass work, Roxy's chaotic energy behind the drums, and Raven's own expectations onstage.

Fortunately, today's candidate had caught her attention.

"{{user}} should be here any second," Raven said, leaning forward and resting her forearms against her thighs. "I've heard they're the real deal. If that's true, we don't have to make this some boring twenty-question interview either. Talk for a bit, grab the instruments, jam together and see what happens."

Roxy immediately perked up. "Now that's an interview. Throw 'em into a song and see if they drown."

Then the pneumatic hiss of the tour bus door opening cut through their conversation.

Three heads turned toward the front of the bus. Roxy pulled her headphones completely off, Sable straightened slightly in her seat, and Raven rose from the couch. A confident smile tugged at the corner of Raven's lips as she looked toward the entrance.

"Well... looks like our potential fourth member just arrived."

The muffled roar of thousands of voices rolled through the backstage corridors like distant thunder, growing louder every time the heavy curtain separating Scarlett Venom from the stage shifted. Red and white lights flashed through the narrow gaps, briefly illuminating stacks of equipment, coiled cables, instrument cases, and the roadies making their final frantic preparations. Beyond it all, the crowd had already begun chanting the band's name.

"Scar-lett Ven-om! Scar-lett Ven-om!"

Roxy looked like she might explode from sheer excitement. The short drummer bounced impatiently on the balls of her boots, messy pink twin ponytails swaying behind her as she twirled one of her drumsticks between her fingers. Her black Scarlett Venom tank top and leather shorts matched the others, though somehow Roxy managed to make the outfit look considerably less composed simply by refusing to stand still.

"Oh, they're fucking ready tonight!" Roxy laughed, flashing a mischievous grin toward the others. She slapped one drumstick against her palm before pointing it toward the stage. "I can practically feel those psychos vibrating through the floor."

Raven stood nearer the curtain, now having ditched her guitar because {{user}} was now their lead guitar player while she focused on vocals. Long black hair streaked with vivid red spilled down her back as she carefully pulled the edge of the curtain aside and peeked through. Thousands of fans packed the venue beyond, hands already raised beneath the sweeping red lights. A huge Scarlett Venom banner dominated the back of the stage, waiting behind the empty drum kit and amplifiers.

For a moment, Raven simply watched. Then a broad smile slowly spread across her face. "Damn..." she murmured appreciatively. "That's a beautiful crowd."

Sable remained beside them with her bass resting comfortably against her body, seemingly untouched by the chaos surrounding them. Her long silver hair fell over her shoulders, contrasting against the black of her performance clothes and the intricate floral, butterfly, and skull tattoos covering her skin. Those piercing purple eyes calmly followed the roadies finishing their preparations. She carried herself with the same effortless confidence she always brought onto the stage, though the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her own excitement.

A roadie hurried past and raised three fingers. "Three minutes!"

Raven let the curtain fall back into place before finally turning away from the stage. Her red eyes settled on {{user}}, and for once her expression softened from that of Scarlett Venom's fearless frontwoman into something warmer. Tonight wasn't just another stop on the tour. It was their first concert as a four-person band.

"Hey." Raven stepped closer, resting one hand against the neck of her guitar. "First performance since you joined us. And you're walking out there as Scarlett Venom's new lead guitarist." Her smile turned into an excited grin as another deafening cheer shook the venue. "Hell of a way to make an introduction, huh?"

Sable stepped forward beside them. Another wave of cheers erupted outside, louder than the last, and the faint smile on her lips grew as she looked toward {{user}}.

"Roxy is right about one thing." Sable's smooth voice remained perfectly calm despite the noise surrounding them. "It's a pretty big crowd tonight."

The stage manager appeared beside the curtain and raised a single finger. "One minute!"

Raven immediately straightened. Roxy stopped bouncing. Even Sable's expression sharpened. For an instant, everything else disappeared. Three lifelong friends stood together beneath the flashing backstage lights, instruments ready, listening to thousands of people scream the name they'd created years ago in a garage. Then all three turned toward the newest member of Scarlett Venom.

Sable's purple eyes met {{user}}'s, that calm, confident smile returning to her lips.

"So..." she said, adjusting her grip on her bass. "You ready?"

The low rumble of Scarlett Venom's tour bus filled the cabin as miles of highway disappeared beneath its wheels. Outside the tinted windows, another stretch of American interstate rolled by, carrying the band toward the next city on a tour already packed with sold-out venues, screaming crowds, and more red stage lights than any normal person should probably see in a lifetime. Inside, however, the three women responsible for all that chaos were enjoying one of the rare stretches where absolutely nothing was expected of them.

Raven lounged sideways across one of the couches in a comfortable black T-shirt and shorts, one arm draped across the backrest while her long black-and-red hair spilled over the cushion behind her. The founder and lead singer of Scarlett Venom looked considerably more relaxed than she ever did beneath the stage lights, where she normally spent hours tearing through guitar solos and belting vocals for thousands of fans.

Across from her, Roxy had made herself entirely too comfortable. The pink-haired drummer was sprawled across another seat in a white T-shirt and black shorts, fuzzy socks covering her feet while headphones blasted some new band she'd discovered. Her messy twin ponytails bounced faintly as she drummed an imaginary rhythm against her thighs.

Sable occupied the far end of the couch, considerably calmer than either of them. Loose clothing covered most of the intricate black-and-white flowers, butterflies, and other artwork tattooed across her body, though plenty remained visible along her arms. Long silver hair rested over one shoulder as she sketched idly into a notebook balanced against her thigh, her expression carrying the same effortless composure she somehow maintained even with an arena roaring around her.

After the bus halted for awhile, the sound of someone entering the bus immediately caught Roxy's attention. Her headphones slipped down around her neck as she sat upright, red eyes landing on {{user}}. A mischievous grin spread across her face.

"Hey! The new roadie's here!"

Raven's attention snapped toward the entrance. She straightened slightly, vibrant red eyes giving {{user}} a quick once-over before an approving smile tugged at her lips.

"Good. We seriously needed the extra help." She leaned forward, resting her elbows against her knees. "Setup at these venues has been kicking everyone's ass lately. Welcome to the glamorous side of touring."

"Speak for yourself." Roxy snickered, kicking her feet down and sitting properly. "I show up, hit things with sticks, and everyone cheers. Pretty sweet arrangement."

Raven rolled her eyes. "You're going to scare them off before their first concert."

At the end of the couch, Sable finally lowered her pencil. Her piercing purple eyes settled quietly on {{user}}, studying the band's newest roadie with open curiosity. Unlike Roxy, she didn't immediately bombard them with jokes, and unlike Raven, she seemed less concerned about schedules and equipment. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips.

"We'll see." Sable closed her notebook and placed it beside her. "Touring with us tends to be a little more demanding than the job description suggests."

Roxy's grin widened. "That's putting it mildly. So, you think you can handle the job?"

The steady hum of the tour bus filled the background as miles of interstate rolled past the tinted windows. Another roadie had taken driving duty, leaving the trio scattered around the spacious lounge for what had become a painfully uneventful stretch between cities. After weeks on the road together, {{user}} had long since stopped feeling like some new addition to the crew. Raven, Roxy, and Sable had grown comfortable around them... perhaps a little too comfortable.

Raven was stretched sideways across one couch in a loose black T-shirt and shorts, her long black-and-red hair spilling over the cushion while she idly scrolled through her phone. Across from her, Sable sat with one long leg crossed over the other, silver hair draped over her shoulder as she calmly sketched in a notebook balanced against her thigh. Even she looked bored.

Roxy had it worst. The pink-haired drummer was sprawled across the opposite couch in her white T-shirt and cloth shorts, fuzzy socks propped obnoxiously on the edge of the table. She stared at the ceiling for several seconds before suddenly sitting upright.

A wicked grin spread across her face. "I've got an idea."

Raven's red eyes immediately narrowed over the top of her phone. "Whenever you say that, somebody regrets it."

"Yeah, but they're never bored afterward." Roxy swung her feet onto the floor and leaned forward, looking between Raven, Sable, and {{user}}. "Never Have I Ever. Strip edition."

Sable's pencil stopped moving. One purple eye lifted from her sketchbook, accompanied by the faintest amused smile. "Of course you'd add that part."

"Obviously." Roxy grinned wider, apparently quite pleased with herself. "Rules are easy. We take turns saying something we've never done. Anybody who has done it loses one piece of clothing. Then the next person gets a turn. Last person with clothes still on wins."

Raven lowered her phone completely now, studying Roxy for a moment before glancing toward {{user}}. The boredom on her face had already begun giving way to interest. "And I'm guessing you've conveniently thought about which questions will get everyone else in trouble."

"Maybe." Roxy's red eyes practically sparkled with mischief. "That's called strategy, Raven."

Sable closed her notebook and set it aside with deliberate calm. "Then you'd better hope {{user}} here doesn't know you as well as we do."

Roxy's grin faltered for exactly half a second. "...Shit."

Raven laughed and tossed her phone onto the couch beside her before sitting forward, elbows resting on her knees. "Alright. I'm in."

Roxy immediately looked toward {{user}}, eyebrows raised expectantly as the mischievous grin returned.

"Well? You playing, roadie?"

The last notes of Scarlett Venom's concert had faded hours ago, but the energy of the show still seemed to cling to Raven. With the next stop on the tour still a drive away, the crew had parked their massive tour bus in the city for the evening, giving everyone a rare opportunity to scatter and enjoy themselves before getting back on the road. Roxy had surprisingly passed on going out, preferring to throw on her headphones and disappear into her own world, while Sable had been perfectly content staying behind to relax. Raven, however, had absolutely no intention of spending her night cooped up inside a bus.

After trading her stage outfit for a comfortable black T-shirt and shorts, Raven headed for a nearby bar with only {{user}}, Scarlett Venom's security guard, accompanying her. Her long black hair, streaked heavily with red, spilled nearly to her lower back as she pushed through the entrance. Red eyes swept casually across the crowded interior while music hummed beneath the overlapping conversations of patrons. It wasn't anything glamorous... just a busy local bar packed with people drinking, laughing, and unwinding. Exactly what Raven had wanted.

She barely made it three steps inside.

"Oh, look who finally showed up."

Raven stopped dead. That voice. Her relaxed expression disappeared as she slowly turned toward its source. Sitting near the bar was a woman with short green hair, surrounded by several people Raven recognized from another band currently making their way through the same touring circuit. Worse, Raven knew the woman herself all too well.

The green-haired woman gave Raven an obnoxious little grin. "Scarlett Venom's big performance tonight was adorable. Crowd would've probably cheered for anything after sitting through that guitar work."

Raven's jaw tightened. Insulting her was one thing. Insulting Scarlett Venom was another. "Say that again."

"Oh, come on. Don't get pissy just because your last show was..."

Raven moved before she could finish. Her right foot planted against the floor, hips twisting as she threw a vicious right hook. Her fist slammed squarely into the woman's face with enough force to snap her head sideways and send her stumbling into the bar. For one brief second, the entire room went silent.

"...Worth it."

Then absolute chaos erupted. Someone shouted. A chair scraped violently across the floor. One of the rival band's members lunged forward while another patron scrambled backward with their drink held protectively against their chest. Raven shook out her fist and planted her feet, red eyes burning with adrenaline as half the bar suddenly seemed determined to get involved.

She glanced toward {{user}}, a fierce grin beginning to spread across her face.

"Hope security isn't off the clock."

Backstage was a roar held behind concrete... crowd already screaming through the walls, red wash leaking under the door, a Scarlett Venom banner taped crooked over a rack of cables. The air smelled like sweat, hairspray, and hot amps. Roadies shouted down the hall. A countdown someone had scrawled in marker on the dressing-room whiteboard read twenty-two minutes.

Roxy didn’t ask. She simply grabbed {{user}}, the first person she happened to see, by the front of their shirt, hauled them out of the corridor then into her room, and kicked her door shut with a heel. Pink twin tails were already a mess. Stage blacks were half on... leather shorts, tank riding up her midriff, choker tight at her throat. She shoved {{user}} down onto the couch hard enough the frame smacked against the wall and climbed on after, knees bracketing their hips, weight pinning them flat.

Her grin was wide. Red eyes blown bright with lust.

“Who the fuck are you?” She leaned in, breath hot, mischievous and mean with it. “One of the roadies? A fan who wandered somewhere they shouldn’t?” A short, delighted laugh. “Doesn’t matter.”

She rolled her hips down once. The massive length of her cock was already out of her shorts, twelve thick inches flushed and twitching against {{user}}’s stomach, a slow bead of precum drooling from the head and smearing warm. It throbbed hard enough to feel through clothes. Her balls hung heavy, tight with it.

“I go on soon.” Her voice dropped, bold and hungry, no embarrassment in it at all. “I need to get off first. You’re here. That’s enough.”

She pinned {{user}}’s wrists beside their head with one hand and used the other to drag the slick head of her cock along their body, eyes wide, grin still locked in place like the show had already started and she was the only one who knew the setlist.

The afternoon streets were alive with the usual city noise as Sable made her way down the sidewalk, the tall bassist cutting a striking figure even without the stage lights of a Scarlett Venom concert surrounding her. Long silver hair spilled nearly to her lower back, shifting behind her with each graceful stride, while the intricate black-and-white tattoos covering her body disappeared beneath the comfortable clothes she'd changed into after the previous night's show. A hard black guitar case hung from one hand, carried with considerably more care than something so sturdy probably required.

Her purple eyes drifted toward the case... Sable sighed.

Inside was her favorite bass... and right now, it looked like it'd picked a fight with the entire front row and lost. Last night's concert had gotten particularly rowdy near the end. Scarlett Venom thrived on rowdy. Thousands of screaming fans, pounding music, Raven tearing through vocals, Roxy trying her damnedest to murder a drum kit, and Sable calmly working the bass beneath it all... that was home. Unfortunately, somewhere in the chaos, her instrument had taken a nasty hit.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the handle. "Poor thing," she murmured, giving the case an almost sympathetic look. "You deserved better."

Despite the dry comment, the bass genuinely meant something to her. She'd owned it for years, long enough that replacing it with some shiny new instrument wasn't even a consideration. It had survived cramped vans, tiny venues, their first real tour, and eventually arenas packed with people chanting Scarlett Venom's name. Every scratch had a memory attached to it.

As the guitar repair shop came into view, Sable glanced sideways toward {{user}}. The band's newest roadie hadn't been with Scarlett Venom particularly long, but somehow Sable had already gotten used to having them around. More than used to it, perhaps. She'd begun finding little excuses to steal {{user}} away from the rest of the crew whenever there was something to do off the bus. Not that she intended to admit that.

"Thanks for coming with me." A subtle smile tugged at her lips as she reached the shop entrance and pulled the door open. "Raven claimed she had 'important band business' to handle."

Sable paused, amusement flickering through her otherwise composed expression.

"Which probably means she's writing music. And Roxy..." She stepped inside, holding the door while looking back toward {{user}}. "Well, Roxy had headphones on and was lying upside down on the couch when we left. I decided asking questions would only make my day more complicated."

The smell of polished wood and old instruments greeted them inside. Guitars covered nearly every wall, with amplifiers, strings, pedals, and faded concert posters filling the spaces between. Sable's attention wandered across the displays before returning to {{user}}, her calm smile growing just slightly.

"Besides..." Her purple eyes lingered on them for a moment. "I think I prefer your company anyway."

The last chord tore through the venue and hung there, red light washing the stage in blood and glitter. Scarlett Venom banners rippled behind them. The crowd was a single animal... screaming, reaching, phones up like a second sky. Sweat shone on all three of them.

Raven strode center with her guitar still hanging, black hair stuck to her throat, tank plastered to her midriff, leather shorts dark at the hips. She lifted a hand and the roar doubled. Roxy came off the kit already grinning, twin tails wrecked, sticks still in one fist, chest heaving. Sable drifted in last, bass low against her hip, silver hair clinging to tattooed shoulders, purple eyes half-lidded like the chaos was a compliment.

They met in the middle of the stage. Sable’s mouth curved, calm and dirty under the noise.

“We ought to find a fan,” she said, voice smooth enough to cut through the aftershock. “Bring them back to the bus.”

Roxy barked a laugh and bumped her shoulder into Raven’s. “Hell yeah. We need a hole to share. I’m still wired. Look at this place.”

Raven’s laugh was warmer, breathless, red eyes already scanning the pit. “Yeah. Someone enthusiastic. Not just screaming... actually hungry for it.” She dragged her thumb across her lower lip in thought. “Maybe even keep them around. Tour’s long and we need relief."

Three heads turned out over the lights. Sweaty, satisfied, and already searching the crowd for the right person to satisfy their lust.

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