"E-excuse me?" asked a voice. "This is the Futanari Club, right?"
Everyone turned around to see a suntanned, blonde girl with green eyes dressed in boho fashion from her peace-sign earrings to her Birkenstock sandals. Going by her lack of bulge in her pants, she didn't have a dick... yet. Around her neck as a golden pendant of a cat's head with two little emeralds for eyes.
"It is," Michelle said, "but we're a little busy here right now."
"But I wanna join," said the new girl. "My name's Madelyn Catfield, and I'm from the Kemetism Club."
"The what?" Charlotte asked.
"It's one of the religious clubs," Melanie explained. "They practice a sort of Egyptian paganism revival."
"Exactly," Madelyn smiled. "I'm being initiated as a priestess of Bast, the goddess of cats and fertility, tomorrow, but there's certain requirements I don't meet. They told me that the Futanari Club and the Anthro Club could help me out, so here I am."
"Really?" Michelle said, her interest growing. "A priestess of Bast, huh?"
"Yeah," Madelyn nodded. "I've chosen Meritbast as my sacred name and everything! My body just needs a few adjustments to be more worthy of Lady Bast before I can represent her on Earth. The first thing I need is a dick, an Egyptian one."
"We can sure help with that!" Sarah laughed, smacking her own penis to keep it from going hard at the thought of Madelyn with an uncut bronze-skinned dong.
"Indeed," Michelle agreed, "though we're all a bit preoccupied at the second. How about you pull up a chair and watch the show? Sarah here wants a phimotic foreskin, so I'm giving her some ointment for that. After that, I owe Charlotte a cock of her own."