In the not-too distant future, food prices have skyrocketed. Government-enforced rationing is imposed but continued shortages lead to widespread rioting and civil unrest. Desperate to stop the chaos, the government creates the F.U.T.A. (Federal Utility Training Administration) to find new sources of food by any means necessary. Miraculously, within a few short years the F.U.T.A. has ended the food crisis by producing gallons upon gallons of FUTAmilk. Officials claim FUTAmilk is produced from genetically engineered cows that create a highly-nutritious and tasty beverage. Strangely enough, the F.U.T.A. never permits the public to visit the facilities where these cows are kept, classifying it as an issue of national security.

A young nurse named Sasha soon discovers just what is happening behind the doors of the F.U.T.A. as she is kidnapped and taken to one of their secret factories. Under the careful ministrations of the F.U.T.A. scientists, Sasha’s breasts begin to swell hugely, nipples growing fat and puffy, leaking sweet, creamy milk. Then, a lump forms on her groin. The lump thickens and grows into a thick cock, veins pulsing, balls churning with untold gallons of pent-up cum begging for release.

Her metamorphosis complete, Sasha is taken to the factory floor.

It is time for her first milking…

- Alpha Maxim

Overtime at the F.U.T.A. (Inspired by Dmitrys’ pic “Sasha’s Overtime”)

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The attending nurses typed in a series of commands into the master computer at the end of the aisle. The machinery whirred to life as powerful pumps activated with a hiss, startling Sasha. The nozzles began tugging sharply on her nipples, making her cry out at the sudden pain. Then from the console, an automated vacuum pump began to hum into action. Her tits began to flop about as the rhythmic vibration of the pumps caused the bloated udders to jiggle wildly. Sasha thought she could actually feel the networks of ducts and glands inside her breasts churning as they tried to relieve themselves of their burden but could not, instead causing her nipples to burn as pressure built up behind them.

Then the phallic stimulator in her pussy came to life as well, first vibrating rapidly which caused her pussy to quiver. Then the phallus began to move forward, pressing deeper into her cunt. Sasha moaned as the vibrating head and rough textured surface rubbed against her insides. The phallus retracted just as slowly, then repeated the action. The pace gradually increased and Sasha found herself jerking her hips back to meet the vibrator, desperate to reach deeper into her cunt, to finally achieve release.

At the same time, the fleshlight around her cock activated as well, as dozens of tiny rollers began to massage her rock-hard erection. Sasha moaned again as the artificial pussy clench, tightened, and pulled at her cock with pneumatic power. Rippling motions coursed over her entire length and Sasha began to thrust forward into the artificial pussy and thrust backward to drive the vibrator deeper into her own cunt. Desperately she began jerking back and forth as the boiling heat of an imminent orgasm came over her.

Then a new source of teasing entered the picture. Sasha had been correct in that the anal probe inserted into her colon was meant to feed her to maximize production as well as remove any waste that might be released if a cow ever lost control, but it served another purpose.

A tiny electrical shock was applied to the inside of her anus and Sasha’s eyes snapped open. The jolt seemed to shoot up her ass and out her pussy and cock, as both organs spasmed and released a gush of juices. Sasha dimly heard her pussy juice splash onto the floor but her cum was sucked away by the fleshlight and siphoned off into a separate collection tank.

Sasha felt herself sinking into the warm afterglow of orgasm when her breasts began to tingle and twitch. As she relaxed, her milk had let down just as they had been engineered to. The action felt much like relieving her bladder, and an immense feeling of satisfaction washed over her as her milk began to flow freely, turning the clear plastic milking tube white as it flowed down the tubes and into the large collecting tank at the end of the room.

After being denied release for so long, Sasha gave a sigh of contentment as the pressure in her tits and cock finally subsided. But Sasha’s relaxation gave way to surprise as her hypersensitive nips began to harden again at the insistent suckling action of the pumps. The vibrating of the powered dildo in her pussy continued, rubbing her clit at super-high speed and stimulating her to arousal once more.

Her pussy spasmed, her cock twitched, the shock in her ass sent pleasure shooting into her brain. Once again, she came with a wet gush of fluid as fireworks went off in her pussy. Panting, Sasha tried to recover from the orgasm but already she felt like she was going to come again, and she felt her juices dribbling down the inside of her thighs, now in a steady stream. Mere moments later she came powerfully again, her knees buckled but the restraints kept her in position.

With barely enough time to draw a breath, Sasha came again, and again, and again!

Her cunt spasmed endlessly, her balls tensed and her cock spurted load after load of cum, and through it all, her udders continued to gush streams of warm, rich milk.

Fear began to break through her arousal as Sasha felt herself losing control, her body was no longer hers. It responded automatically to the endless stimulation and she could do nothing to stop!

Terror and arousal clashed uncontrollably in the cow’s mind, as she turned to face the stall next to her. “Ta-bby. Hel-puuh Muuuh-eee” Sasha gasped between thrusts and strokes. She got no reply, and she saw the redhead dickgirl was likewise trapped in a cycle of orgasms, her own cock buried to the hilt into the fleshlight, her own huge tits flapping madly as they poured more thick milk into the pumps.

Tabby’s face was twisted in an expression of sheer pleasure, her mouth gaping and sucking in precious air between orgasms, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. But what Sasha noticed most was her eyes.

Sasha saw that Tabby’s pupils had dilated hugely, turning her eyes a glistening shade of black.

Tabby gave an almost unearthly howl of pleasure and all around Sasha, cows answered Tabby with howls of their own. Not for the first time, Sasha felt herself grow afraid as she began to understand that the transformation these women had undergone was not merely physical. It was as if their very souls were changed as well. These were not human women, these were animals, these were….

Cows…Sasha realized.

As she sank deeper into her mindless pleasure and began to lose what little remained of her sanity, she gave out a low groan of surrender, but it came out as a….

“MOOOOOOOOOOO”
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The supervising nurse leaned back in her chair and glanced at her computer monitor. Seated next to her were two other nurses; a blonde nurse by the name of Dasha was filing her nails while the other, a brown-haired girl named Tanya was reading a magazine of some kind.

As the supervisor watched, the progress bar for the milking session filled to 100% and all around her, there was an echoing series of clicks as the pumps shut off one by one. Above each milking stall, the screens displayed digital timers that struck zero, turned green, and stopped the machinery. The sound of panting cows filled the room as the herd began to relax from their multi-orgasmic milking.

Ignoring this regular occurrence, the nurse opened up a file that listed milk output from each cow. She nodded as she saw that all her cows had filled the minimum production level….except one.

Leaving the computer station, she walked over to stall #12 which reported only 35% the minimum amount of milk was harvested. She realized the new cow, F51, was in stall #12. The supervisor frowned at this. She knew that regulations said new cows be allowed to take it easy their first few sessions, but she had a quota to meet.

Returning to the control computer, the supervisor typed in an override command and ordered the milker in stall #12 to reactivate.

Above Sasha’s head, her stall’s timer reset to another hour of milking as bold red letters flashed one word: OVERTIME

And the pumps began churning again…

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Busty Futanari MILF by Uno Makoto

You walk up to the door of your girlfriend’s house and ring the bell. As you wait, you glance up and down the street, taking in the quiet suburban neighborhood. You hear the door being pulled open and you turn to greet your girlfriend. But it is not her.

Instead, you find yourself face-to-tits with the biggest breasts you’ve ever seen! The monstrous mammaries spill out of a lacy nightie several sizes too small. The frilly “hem” of the garment is suspended almost a foot away from the wearer’s body, and just barely covers the dark brown areola the size of dinner plates. Nipples thicker than your thumb poke out of the thin fabric, as though fruitlessly attempting to drill their way to freedom.

Stunned, you take a step back to see the rest of the woman who is standing in the doorway and admire her from the bottom up. Her feet are bare save for the sheer nylon stockings that proudly display the long, elegantly toned legs that trail up into marvelously thick hips that support her magnificent ass, formed from two globes that rival her ponderous breasts in size. A pair of simple white panties shields her crotch but does nothing to hide her curvy belly. Rather than suggest that she is fat, her rounded stomach speaks of fertility and comfort. Your eyes slip once more across the massive cleavage produced by the jiggling spheres of her breasts.

Finally, your gaze travels to her face. You realize now, looking up at her that she is quite tall, standing a head above you. Her silvery hair is done up in a bun held together with a clip shaped like a lotus flower. Her eyes glitter in the afternoon light, as though laughing at some private joke. And while there are the faint lines of around the corners of her eyes, she is still gorgeous to behold.

“Oh!” the goddess exclaims daintily, a hand fluttering to her lips as they quirk upwards into a dimpled smile. “You must be my daughter’s new boyfriend! Please come in, come in!”

You manage to smile weakly and follow her inside. Her gorgeous rump wobbles invitingly with her every movement and you struggle to hide your growing erection as she leads you into a living room. As you sit, you try to shift your waist so as to tuck your cock down the leg of one of your pants but cannot, and you are forced to squirm uncomfortably as your hardening member strains against the zipper of your pants.

“My daughter is upstairs in her room,” the woman explains as she passes you a ceramic tea cup and moves to pour you a drink. “She seemed very excited about her big night tonight.”

You grin feebly once again as you try hard not to stare at the canyon of tit-flesh that forms when she bends over to pour the steaming tea into your trembling cup. Then she pours herself a cup and sits herself in the chair opposite yours. You bite your lower lip in frustration as her lips form a pouting “O” as she blows on the hot tea to cool it before taking a delicate sip.

Her eyes are closed and she sighs as she savors the tea. But when her eyes open you notice that they have changed. The playful sparkle you saw in her gaze earlier has become predatory, hungry. Her deep purple eyes glitter like a cat’s in the night.

“Before you take my daughter out tonight,” she says, “I was hoping if I could talk to you alone.” She sets her teacup and saucer on a nearby table and stands up.

“You see, women in my family have special needs. And I need to know that you can keep my baby girl happy.” As she says this, she hooks her thumbs into the waist of her panties. Your eyes bulge as you realize what she’s going to do but before you can react, she drops her undergarment in one fluid motion.

Distantly you are aware that you have dropped your tea cup and feel the hot beverage splashing onto your feet. Distantly you feel your mouth gaping open and close like a fish. Slowly, you process what you are seeing. The woman leans back into her comfy seat once more and splays her legs apart, to give you the best view possible.

Freed from the confines of her panties, a massive cock springs up to meet you. The pinkish, plum-sized head bounces slightly as the deep cock-slit puckers open, drooling a thick gob of precum to the floor. The long, thick shaft is easily the size of your own arm and a network of pulsing veins trace winding patterns beneath the skin. The veins criss-cross the length of the cock, leading back to the heavy sac dangling between her legs. Her bulging testicles, each as big as a fist, sag visibly and throb like a beating heart.

As the seconds tick by, her cock continues to grow longer, thicker and harder as it becomes fully erect. The tremendous size of the cock is beyond belief, but rather than be repulsed, you feel your breaths become shorter and your body heat up as arousal washes over you. Your own cock pushes painfully against the crotch of your pants, as if desperate to meet its “big brother” outside.

The woman grins mischievously she notices your smaller, but no less urgent erection. She reclines into her chair, looking relaxed, assured and dominant all at once.

“You think this is impressive?” she asks with a Cheshire smile. “Wait until you see my daughter’s cock!”

- Alpha Maxim

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My god…I don’t know where to begin. Of course once I saw this pic I knew I was going to post it at some point. It’s just too damn hot!! Everything from Meryl’s expression to the amount of drool and semen coming out of Scarlett’s face is absolutely perfect. You can almost hear the gargling and ball slapping sounds. I would give my soul to be able to fuck Meryl in the ass while she thrusts deep into Scarlett’s throat. The amount of cum that would explode out of me would be epic!

Like an infomercial – But wait, there’s more! Not only do members to Dmitrys’ site get regular updates and exclusive pics but this particular post actually has a story too. Below is the first few paragraphs but trust me, it’s a lot longer.

“Aagghh mmpphh ggaahhp…” Scarlett gagged and whimpered as the thick meat of Meryl’s fuck-pole pushed all the way down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought down her gag reflex with every thrust. She wasn’t about to give the old bitch the satisfaction of making her puke on her dick! Her fingers flexed and clenched as she struggled against the belts holding her arms bound behind her back. She didn’t think her throat could take so much of Meryl’s prick until the older woman’s balls slapped against her nose.

“Mmmm, yes, that’s the stuff…” Meryl groaned above her as she squeezed her own tits together and rubbed her nipples against one another, the silver piercings in them clinking softly. She felt Scarlett’s throat flex around her cock.

“Damn nice,” Meryl said with a grin, then moaned as she plunged her cock balls deep into the girl’s throat again. She remained there for a moment, and Scarlett felt her lungs start to burn. She needed air! Her throat flexed and spasmed around Meryl’s cock, making the platinum-haired woman moan. “Mmmmm, almost as good as a cock-sleeve. Maybe better, since you got that collar on. Ooooh, makes it nice and tight…”

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Here we are, the first in a long series of story posts featuring the one and only caped dickgirl, the Phantom Futa! This right here is a bit of an intro piece to get a feel for how it works and see what y’all think. Feel free to leave feedback, things you want to see, things I can improve on, and even ideas for the story. I have an overall plot arc in mind for the first season, but ideas for side plots and even the way you’d like to see the overall go is more than welcome.

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The Phantom Futa

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Midnight Justice

The sky was black but Freedom City was bright. It was only now, in the late hours of the night, that the city came alive. From the casinos where the powerful and the lucky gambled for dominance, to the brothels where the honest and the dishonest were equally disgraced. Crime ran this city, it paid for the law, it kept children fed, it kept the very life of the society alive. And those whom ruled crime would rule it all.

It was in a dark and dank alleyway behind a reputable city bank that the two men stood, waiting for their signal.

“Hey Marty, what was the name of that broad?” The first man asked loudly.

“My name is Martin.” The other man responded in annoyance.

“Yeah ok Martin. What was her name again?”

“Which one?” Martin asked gruffly, stilled simply annoyed by his companion.

The first man gestured. “You know, the blonde. You took her out the other night remember?”

Recognition flashed across Martin’s face. “Yeah Kelly. Bitch wouldn’t put out. She ate my meal and rode in my car and I cant get some tail for that?” He paused and thought for a second. “Humph, maybe her name was Katy. Had to smack her around a bit to make her cooperate if you know what I mean.”

The first man laughed. “Yeah I remember Pauly; ‘There goes another nice girl down the drain’ Ha ha!”

“Shut up Petey. So whens the truck supposed to be here?”

Petey checked his watch and then shrugged. “I dunno, soon.”

“They better get here soon.”

“Hey, these are Giovanni’s own guys, they’ll be here don’t worry.”

“Giovanni Bernatelli sent these guys himself? Shit if big man’s behind it this job will be no problem.”

The Bernatellis were the ones who ran Freedom City. From money laundering, to prostitution, to drugs, if it was illegal they did it. No criminal made a buck without some going to the Bernatelli Family. Even the cops were on their payroll, their power over Freedom City was absolute. Giovanni was their leader, Godfather of the sinister crime family. His was a name both feared and respected equally.

Martin’s gaze wandered to the alleyway across from him. There weren’t any others around, save one woman lingering in that dark alley. She wore a robe around her shoulders, hood up over her head, while beneath she wore nothing more than a skimpy outfit, possibly black or blue it was hard to tell in the light.
Her body was beyond desirable, tight curves and huge tits. Lust stirred within Martin, he wanted her, and he would have her no matter the price.

“Ah good the truck is here.” Petey said.

Martin looked to see the armored car backing into their alley. Obviously Bernatelli’s men were here and ready to crack into the bank before them.

“Yous guys get started, you don’t need me til you get to the safe anyway.”

Petey looked at him like he was crazy. “You’re kiddin right man?”

“Naw, im gonna go blow off some steam.”

Martin walked across the road. It was completely deserted, no one in this dangerous part of town so late at night. As he walked the woman noticed him and leaned back against the wall to show off her merchandise.

Damn was she beautiful. Sure he couldn’t see her face but still, her skin was so soft and her TITS!

“Nice night baby.”

She smiled at him but said nothing.

Martin stepped up and wrapped his arm around her waist. Her tits pressed up against him, her face barely an inch away but still concealed by her hood.

“Looking for some company?” She asked in a light voice.

Martin pulled a few twenties out of his wallet and stuffed them in between her breasts. The prostitute smiled and fell to her knees. There she undid his belt, sliding it out of the loops. Then she unbuckled his pants and slid them off. His cock was exposed in the dim light of the alley, where the hooker quickly enveloped it with her lips.

Martin breathed out as she sucked his cock. It had to have been one of the best blowjobs he had ever had, as the hooker twirled her tongue around his cock and sucked hard with each oral stroke. With one hand she caressed his balls, with the other she seemed to be rubbing her pussy. Martin tilted his head back and sighed, he needed this.

He quickly came to his climax, the hooker really sucking hard as he finally exploded in her mouth. About halfway through the orgasm she pulled back, allowing his ropes of cum to cover her face. The criminal leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply as he relaxed. He looked to his cock sucker to watched as she wiped the cum out of her violet hair. Violet? He hadn’t noticed that before. In fact now her hood was down, and he saw the deep blue mask over her eyes. She suddenly looked very familiar.

The prostitute looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks for the cumshot, now how about a facial for you?” Martin looked down at her, and could see a raging hard cock held in her left hand.

She jumped up and threw a punch faster than he could see. Martin fell to the floor with a crash, completely knocked cold.

“A good blow, and the punch was pretty good too.”

The woman turned her attention to the armored truck in the alley across the street. There she saw at least four mobsters, breaking out the bank wall. She scaled the wall quickly jumping deftly up upon the rooftop. She stepped back, preparing herself, and then ran. The wind darted past her ears, hair trailing behind her as she jumped, her lithe body flying across the street. She landed on the other side, the full length of a two lane street, in a deft roll on the opposite rooftop. There she continued to run, jumping off the side of the building. She slid down the brick side, dragging her hand behind her.

“Hello boys!” She shouted as she her feet touched ground. The four men turned in surprise, still in the middle of setting charges on the wall. She grabbed the nearest one and tossed him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Wasting no time she through her fists into the second, grabbing his shoulders as he fell to lift herself up and send a kick into the third. The ‘prostitute’ landed deftly on her feet again, coming face to face with the barrel of a gun.

Petey was stunned. Before him stood what he thought to be the hooker giving his friend a blowjob across the street. Now he saw a stunningly beautiful babe. She wore a tight blue body suit, coming up to cover one breast, the other with little more than a small piece of fabric covering the nipple. Her hair was long and flowing, stunningly violet. But most of all he found himself starring at her huge, meaty cock. Weirder still than her simply having such a large dick, was that Petey actually found himself wanting it. Craving it.

“Guns? That’s just cheating!” She said playfully.

“G-go away! Bitch!”

“Well you know how to charm a girl.” She teased. The woman put her hands together, drawing upon something within herself. Sparks of electricity appeared at her fingertips, and as she shoved out against her adversary a bolt of lightning seemed to jump from her hands to his body, incapacitating him.

The police had the alley sectioned off that next morning, five men with known ties to the Bernatelli family unconscious on the ground, their attempt to rob the First Junction Bank foiled.

“We have to handle this carefully.” Police Lieutenant Guerez said. “Pissing off the Bernatellis will make things too hard on us.”

“Sir.” An officer said as the Lieutenant walked toward the crime scene.

“Give me the details.”

“Five men, all known criminals, unconscious. And… uh.”

“What is it?” Guerez asked.

“They’re all covered in cum sir.”

Guerez walked forward to where the men were piled up, a strange symbol somehow written with in the white stains. The Lieutenant knew what it meant.

“Looks like the Phantom Futa is back in town.”

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I wanted to say a few words before I share this story. First, I wanted to thank you all for reading this blog by Futa Fan, awesome person and site, eh? Yep! Anyways, what inspired me for this story was a erotic role-play my friend and I did in World of Warcraft, and I was a pet in her guild, and she was amazing! This is for her, as well as the others that have a kink in being destroyed by a giant elf with a thick cock. Warning!: This does cover toilet-play! Other than that, on with the show!

- Anthony Berden

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“Introduction: Mongra Shimmerleaf”

By Anthony Berden

“I plead of your mercy, Chieftain,” whined a humanoid pet – a slave rank in the Bloodstalker tribe – as she sucked at the massive dick of Mongra Shimmerleaf, who was the sole leader of the infamous amazonian tribe.

At eleven feet tall and nearly eight hundred pounds nude, this Shadow Elven giant was all the means muscular – with so much fiber rippling beneath her lavender hued skin, she looked much like a male. However, what made her female was the pure cleavage of the amazon. They matched the size of small beach-balls, shields of the nipple studded with bone. The sensitive tip itself was cross-crossed by twin shards of bones of men she slayed, each spike appearing to look like a penis.

Further down this navy-haired woman would reveal her namesake – A tattoo of a single, green oak leaf that shimmered when exposed to light just right. Beneath was the rock-hard eight pack the elf was known to have, scarred in skulls and weapon tattoos were evident from prior rituals when she came of age… But what made her feared – as well as loved, do not forget – was the monster she so proudly kept cleaned and paid attention to.

The phallus was the size of her forearm, or about three feet long and eight inches thick. The veins that ran along the shaft pulsed, even placid, and gave of a sweat-stained, musky scent that even her own kind was highly attracted to. However, the pets – by all literal means – were bathing in the smell. Anyways, the head of the dick was swollen at all times, small bands of gold and silver just beneath the purple crown of the cock. They glinted always with some sort of runeing, giving a “royal” look to the dick as it was gently caressed by one of her “special” pets (the ones that are chained to her cock and always near the monster and pleasing it).

To summarize Mongra’s set, her testicles were the size of basketballs. The rough, smooth scrotum had lightning-red tattoos that covered the whole bag, the balls beneath perfectly round and swollen. No hair was evident on her body, only for her head (where that draped down to her back). It was very common to see offerings of various things – lotions, condoms, etc. etc., – at the little holding place (large for a human) for which the testicles sat. It appeared these humans worshiped Mongra as a goddess, and her “Gift” a blessing to be impaled on.

Armor for Mongra was quite simple, a lone loincloth of red color was beaded to represent a vagina was the only thing on her body. If one looked closely at the bottom, they could see a small portion of her dick ooze precum wherever her feet lead her.

In two, large hands, were serrated battleaxes each a man in length and weighed nearly two hundred pounds each.

Finally, we rest onto Mongra’s feet and ankles. Each ankle was adorned with a very intricate design of obsidian stone, blood actually pulsing through the stone evidently. They tasseled as Mongra walked, making a “clink, clink” noise like small bracelets to metal. They, too, seemed to be be of some odd power aura this Chieftain Amazon gave off.

To her toes, our eyes feast on their simple beauty. They were finally manicured, digits not too fat or too slim, appearing simple… Delicious. One could have so many fantasies with the black-painted toes, so was their simple modesty and perfection. Mongra’s soles were perfection, not marred by any scars or even soil as she walked. It was common for her to simply trample a pet if she was annoyed at it or wished to release steam. Pets could be replaced, and easily.

“No,” Mongra snarled with a cruel grin, her crimson-glowing eyes glanced upwards from their position staring at the head of the woman she was getting head from, and only her head.

This angered Mongra, and for punishment, she gripped the human’s skull and trusted her skull down onto her shaft. The pet squealed in utter horror, her tiny throat spread painfully wide to fit in the massive prick that invaded her.

The neck bulged obscenely large, a defined shape of the Chieftain’s dick easily seen as it stayed buried in the pet’s throat. The crown was sitting in the empty cavity of the human’s stomach, kept there to simply make an example of the pet for speaking when not spoken to.

“You need to learn how to respect authority,” snarled Mongra as she hoisted the female where the pet’s feet were about her neck, head buried deep into her groin. Mongra then forced the human to do a split, several pops heard as tendons gave way for better angles. “This is how you will be taught.” Mongra wrapped her arms around the human’s large thighs and ass, then began her skull-fucking.

“CHIEFTAIN, PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU!” pleaded the pet in utter agony, her joints being pried open like nothing to the much larger elf, and when she felt the Amazon’s pelvis slamming itself into her face, she knew she would not be able to deter the elf. With each slap of Mongra’s testicles to her face, the damp scent of sweat now staining and blotting her once-pretty face with cooled cum, there were also bruises. The balls of Mongra were so large, each time they forced themselves onto the human, they left bruises. Not large nor blatent, but there to show dominance.

“If you please me quickly, your suffering will end. Your… Behavior must be punished.” With those words, Mongra then forced the female to her back whilst still impaled on her cock. The elf was grinning as of now, gripping the human’s face and thrusting fastly into her. Her balls were slapping hard and fast, making the human whimper as her throat could barely contain the girth of the penis as it destroyed her. Mongra put her feet on the sides of the pet’s head, letting the acrid smell fill the human’s nostrils.

“Uack Mm!!” whined the pet, eyes now staring up at the bum-hole above her, wincing at each ball-slap that hit her face with the force of a punch, and now being assaulted with three different smells – the musky odor of the filthy genitalia, the rotten smell of the unclean ass, and now the sweat-stained feet that Mongra now placed on her -face-. The feeling for the soles was sickening to the woman: the moisture on the soles clung to her hair like tape, the dirt that collected on them rubbing off on her face. Sadly for the pet, she had a large phobia of being dirty, and now she is. Panic was filling her as all around her, there was only Mongra ramming and torturing her to the pain she just screamed- or tried to, due to the cock impaling her- which only gave the prick more vibrations.

“Good girl, scream more… More for your master, make her cum…” sighed Mongra, happily destroying the girl with severe thrusts that made her even somewhat sore. She glanced back to the woman, seeing what damage she had down with her massive smacks.

The pet was beaten, and badly. Round bruises marked her face, an eye swollen and black from when the testicles clashed into her. With a bloodied nose, she merely had to force a smile, but obviously couldn’t. Lastly, her throat seemed to be quivering from the monumental shaft that made her cry and puke several times on it. She was Mongra’s bitch now.

“Pathetic whelp,” snarled Mongra, standing and having to stroke herself off with one hand. However, when she stood, countless other “Special” pets came to her side and ran their warm, pink tongues up and down the slick shaft like little whores.

Mongra grinned wider at this. She removed her hand to allow more pets to join in on her pleasing, and soon she had over twenty humans sucking and licking at her shaft. “Do you enjoy being my pets? My little cocksuckers?” Mongra asked with a sneer, arms on the heads of the two closet pets near her, and pushed them harder into the veined shaft. “Do you girls like being slaves to your goddess and love the taste of her?”

All the others nodded and moaned at this, clearly saying “yes” to their beloved Mistress. To show how much they loved it, they split into two groups with one pleasing the cock tip of Mongra, and the bottom sucking on the testicles to stimulate ejaculation. They smelled extremely strong of her dick now, and seemed to be very proud of this, judging by how they competed for positions on Mongra’s shaft and balls. “You should break the Unworthy One,” a pet cooed, then shoved the dense head of the elven cock into her mouth and inserted her tongue into the cumhole with a low moan.

“P-please… I’m sorry..” begged the bruised cocksucker, struggling to stand and catch her breath. Her stomach was slightly bloated from the precum shot into her belly, and her hand was laid onto it to feel how filled she was. “I don’t feel well, Mis–” the pet then vomited pure white onto the ground.

“I already asserted my dominance over you, you pathetic excuse. I honored you in allowing you to be my cocksucker, and this is how you repay me.” Mongra sighed out in frustration. “My pets, let me show you how you disgrace one of your kind.”

With quick ears, the pets instantly got off the woman and whined, wishing back to be at their licking of the dick they so loved.

Mongra then squatted, placing her hard cock-head into the bruised human’s mouth, and released her bladder. With a trickling sound, urine now was beginning to flow into the pet’s mouth like a hose. The acidic smell filled the air, and made the pet being used as an outhouse cry like a child.

It stung her mouth and throat, but she was forced to drink the urine of her Chieftain, or risk her life to the violent mating rituals of the Bloodstalkers. She didn’t want to die. She loved her life, how unpleasant it may be. The pet gave in, and willingly put herself deeper onto the shaft by leaning upwards and slurping at it like a lollipop. “Please make me your cocksucker again…” the pet whined as she finished off Mongra’s urine-drink.

Mongra then stood, satisfied for now. “I never said you stopped being one,” she snapped, walking off with her dense and toned rear swaying as her legs strode. Two more giant shadow elves followed the Chieftain, as did about thirty servants and pets as the disgraced one was left to fend for her own until they came back.

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The Phantom Futa’s Official Origin
by Rexxon and Futa Fan

Jamie Blair grew up in the suburbs outside of Freedom City and spent her youth reading comics, dreaming of one day becoming a superhero. Jamie had no powers of her own but that did not stop her from training constantly to become the best hero Freedom City had ever seen. Although her older brother Eric mocked her hopes of becoming a superhero, her father Barry, a comic book artist, encouraged his daughter’s dream and taught her how to think and act like the heroes he depicted. He even arranged for Jamie to attend martial arts classes much to the consternation of Jamie’s mother Stephanie, who worried what these wild ideas would do to her daughter’s future.

Jamie proved to be exceptionally talented at the martial arts. By the time she was a junior in high school Jamie had already won two state championships in mixed martial arts fighting. Having been taught by her father that heroes must be strong in mind as well as strong in body, Jamie pushed herself to excel academically.

Much to her mother’s relief, as Jamie grew older her dreams of superheroism faded away a bit. Still driven by a strong sense of right and wrong, Jamie applied to and was promptly accepted by the criminal justice program at Freedom City University.

One night when she was walking back to her dorm after a night of partying with her friends Jamie Blair was attacked by three men. They pulled her into a dark alley with the intention to rape and rob her but Jamie proved too much for them. Her years of training paid off and she dispatched each man with incredible ease and swiftness. Although she tried to put the incident behind her, Jamie’s mind remained fixated on that one night. The sense of empowerment, the thrill of combat, and the satisfaction of seeing her would-be attackers arrested, knowing that the streets were a little safer thanks to her.

Soon afterwards, Jamie spent her nights patrolling the FCU campus in a makeshift purple costume. The college newspaper named her “The Purple Phantom” and her popularity as a local legend grew.

After a few months in the spotlight The Purple Phantom craze was at its peak and Jamie Blair loved every minute. She appeared in costume at various events around campus where she signed autographs and posed for pictures with her fans. Though she was careful to always wear a traditional superhero mask Jamie Blair was unable to keep her true identity a secret from one obsessed fan.

With the help of modern facial mapping technology, Clint Adams, a security guard at FCU, was able to narrow down the identity of The Purple Phantom by using all the images of her online as references and comparing them to the college’s student registry. Once he figured out who Jamie Blair really was he began stalking her, learning her patrol patterns at night and school schedule during the day until Clint finally made his move.

At the height of her popularity, The Purple Phantom was invited by the mayor’s office to be the guest of honor at the grand opening of the Aztec Mythology exhibit at the Freedom City Natural History Museum. Once Jamie arrived in costume, Clint Adams emerged from the crowd demanding she expose her true identity or he would blow up the whole exhibit, including all the guests, with the makeshift bomb-vest he was wearing. Seeing no other option The Purple Phantom was forced to comply and reveal herself to the public.

Overcome with joy Clint Adams got down on one knee and professed his love for Jamie but thanks to her quick reflexes and years of training she used that moment of vulnerability to tackle Clint, sending them both into the Aztec exhibit room. This gave the mayor and the rest of the hostages a chance to escape from the museum before Clint detonated the bombs.

The explosion tore apart the museum and both Clint Adams and The Purple Phantom were destroyed in the blast. The public mourned the death of their hero while her family mourned the loss of their beloved daughter and sister. Distraught and hounded by the media, the Blair family left Freedom City behind to start anew.

Unbeknownst to them all, the night of the museum bombing, a lone figure emerged from the rubble. Against all odds, Jamie had miraculously survived the explosion. The centerpiece of the Aztec exhibit was a golden fertility idol shaped in the image of Chicoxoqtl, a hermaphroditic goddess. As Clint Adams’ bomb exploded, Jamie was sent flying into the idol of Chicoxoqtl, drawing the attention of the goddess. Sensing Jamie had a greater destiny ahead of her, the goddess intervened to save her life.

Chicoxoqtl used her vast power to halt the flow of time so that she could bestow her blessings upon Jamie. With a kiss that held both the tenderness of a mother and the passion of a lover, the goddess shared a part of her divine essence with the wounded Jamie Blair. The arcane magic of the goddess transformed Jamie’s body, as a penis and testicles sprouted from her groin.

Using the phallus as a conduit, Chicoxoqtl poured more of her essence into Jamie, granting incredible powers to the young hero including great strength and resistance to harm. Being a goddess of fertility, Chicoxoqtl’s blessings were all fueled by sexual energy. To ensure that she would never be completely vulnerable, Chicoxoqtl also endowed Jamie with an impressive libido.

Having worked her craft, Chicoxoqtl restored the flow of time and left the mortal realm.

While Jamie’s newly manifested superhuman durability saved her from being killed, the force of the explosion was great enough that she still suffered a serious concussion that resulted in retrograde amnesia.

Jamie was left with no memories prior to waking up in the rubble of the ruined museum. Dazed and confused, she stumbled into the dark alleyways of the city’s derelict industrial district. Her costume had been nearly disintegrated by the explosion and Jamie was almost naked as she wandered into the seedier part of Freedom City where she was confronted by a local gang.

Taking advantage of Jamie’s memory loss, the gangsters attempted to rape her. However, Jamie’s years of martial arts training were still intact somewhere in the recesses of her mind and aided by her new superstrength, she quickly beat the gang members to bloody pulps. When one gang member pulled a gun Jamie hurled a bolt of energy at him, melting the weapon to slag.

Surprised by her own fighting prowess and unnatural abilities, Jamie took shelter in an abandoned warehouse as she tried to remember who she was. Her thoughts were interrupted by the shocking realization that she had grown a fully functional penis and testicles to accompany her vagina.

Her mind still jumbled after the severe trauma of the explosion, bits and pieces of superhero comics began to mix with her own memories. Combined with the revelation she had received martial arts training and had superpowers, Jamie came to the inevitable conclusion that she was a superhero. She constructed an origin story for herself, believing that her family had been murdered and that she had since dedicated her life to stopping criminals as a costumed vigilante.

The woman once known as Jamie Blair and the Purple Phantom refashioned herself as The Phantom Futa and set out to once again wage her eternal war on crime.

The Phantom Futa

Name: The Phantom Futa
Secret Identity: Jamie Blair
Civilian Aliases: Jennifer Bassett
Superhero Aliases: The Purple Phantom, FusionGal, The Incredible CockGirl
Appearance: 5’7”, 127 lbs, toned muscle, blue eyes, blonde hair (Wears a purple wig when in costume)

Powers:
The Phantom Futa’s powers grow and manifest as she becomes aroused, essentially becoming more powerful the hornier she is. With even minimal arousal The Phantom Futa develops superstrength, near-invulnerability (though she can still feel pain), the ability to fly, and to project concentrated energy beams from her hands.

(Editor’s Note: The chemicals the brain produces to cope with stressful situations via the flight-or-fight response are similar to those produced during sexual arousal, which is how she was able to activate her powers and survive the museum bombing. Likewise, when the gang attempted to rape her in the alleyway, her flight-or-fight instincts were triggered and her powers were activated again.)

No one, not even The Phantom Futa herself, knows the extent of her powers. If she does not relieve herself then her powers could grow indefinitely but as this happens she begins to lose control.

In this aroused state, few are able to match The Phantom Futa in physical combat as her strength and durability enable her to fight opponents many times her size and mass. Her flight speed approaches supersonic levels and her energy blasts can melt through bank vaults. Combined with advanced martial arts training, keen intellect, and sharp reflexes, The Phantom Futa is a dangerous foe for any criminal.

Her only true weakness is that when The Phantom Futa cums, she loses her superhuman powers until she can build up and sustain an erection again.

Equipment:
To help stimulate and regulate her powers The Phantom Futa’s suit contains a highly advanced codpiece that is lined with sensors and microscopic vibrators. When the codpiece is activated The Phantom Futa can become almost instantly aroused and maintain her erection for an extended period of time thus giving her almost unlimited access to her powers.

The Phantom Futa’s mask, despite its simple design, is in itself a technological marvel. Her domino mask is lined with nanocircuits that broadcast a jamming signal that makes it impossible to capture the Phantom’s face on electronic media. For example if someone were to take a picture of the Phantom with their phone camera, her face would appear hazy and distorted (though the rest of her body would still appear). The jamming device does have a drawback in that its effectiveness is limited by range. A camera positioned sufficiently far away can still capture the Phantom Futa’s image. The jamming device also does not affect older film cameras but few people carry such devices in this day and age.

In combat, The Phantom Futa sometimes makes use of a lightweight yet extremely durable titanium staff that can collapse into a small cylinder that fits in her palm for easy storage. The staff can be split into two shorter staffs for when fighting multiple enemies. The Phantom Futa can also channel her power through the staff, enabling it to shock opponents on contact.

Alias:
The Phantom Futa established a civilian identity for herself as a member of the Freedom City Historical Society named Jennifer Bassett. Her position in the society gives her access to all the city’s historical records including building plans and schematics of the underground tunnel networks.

Jennifer Bassett’s specialty is in preserving historical landmarks. This makes for a handy alias because The Phantom Futa’s battles often threaten historic buildings and landmarks, so few people question it when Jennifer Bassett appears to inspect the damage left in the aftermath of one of her fights.

Base of operations:
The Phantom Futa uses an abandoned lighthouse located on Pelican Bluff, midway between Freedom City and its suburb of Hancock as her hideout. The centuries-old lighthouse once guided ships passing into Haven Harbor but was rendered obsolete with electronic navigation technologies. Due to the inhospitable location at the top of rocky cliffs overlooking the river and centuries of stories claiming the site is haunted, few people dare to venture there.

The Phantom Futa expanded the basement of the lighthouse and with the aid of her techie Hiro Hwang installed computer systems, a crime lab, gym and training area into the newly-made space.

Allies:
Hiro Hwang (16): a Korean-Japanese prodigy, Hiro showed an aptitude for inventing from an early age. When he was thirteen he accidentally built a miniature death ray after a failed attempt to design a device that could evenly heat Hot Pockets.

When a supervillain kidnapped him and forced him to build a larger version of the death ray to attack Freedom City, The Phantom Futa rescued him. In the scuffle the death ray became unstable and threatened to explode and wreck the city. Hiro’s quick thinking helped The Phantom Futa shut down the death ray and save the day, leading the Phantom to offer Hiro a chance to join her as her partner in crime-fighting.

An ardent hentai lover and a horny teenage boy, Hiro eagerly accepted and now moonlights as The Phantom Futa’s armorer, supplying all manner of high-tech gadgets and tools for the low, low price of seeing some side-boob once in a while.

As a cover for his parents, Hiro works as Jennifer Bassett’s intern at the Historical Society while actually taking residence in The Phantom Futa’s headquarters to monitor her remotely and provide technical or scientific support.

Chief Vera Wick (42): the venerable leader of the Freedom City Police Department, Chief Wick has seen everything and then some. In her younger years, Wick became a founding member of the FCPD’s Extranormal Crimes Squad that was established to deal with the growing level of superhuman crime in the city and fought everything from alien incursions to apocalyptic death cults.

Wick’s dedication to her job is rivaled only by her immense libido which has only increased in her later years. Unfortunately her intimidating stature and bottomless sexual appetite has negatively impacted her romantic life.

Wick is both distrusting of The Phantom Futa but also hugely attracted to her. She sees in the Phantom an individual who might finally be able to satisfy her sexual urges yet also undermines the justice system she serves.

Lisa LeGall (27): an outspoken social activist opposing corruption and crime in Freedom City, Lisa has earned a reputation for getting in trouble in the course of her investigations. More than once, she has been captured by a supervillain and held hostage after trying to uncover an evil plot.

After The Phantom Futa rescued her several times, Lisa formed a friendship with her. Lisa now uses her network of informants to supply the Phantom with the latest intelligence on the status of the criminal underworld. Finding The Phantom Futa’s blend of male and female strangely attractive, Lisa enjoys flirting with The Phantom Futa while working together, even at inappropriate times.

Mayor Montague “Full Monty” Montgomery (50): Freedom City’s long-serving mayor has a reputation for flamboyant dress and planning extravagant social gatherings. He also has had a chain of romantic affairs with both men and women, most of which end up in dramatic breakups.

Although he is constantly being caught in the tabloids for one thing or another, he is still one of the most popular mayors in recent memory, not only because his antics amuse and endear him to the public but because Mayor Montgomery is in fact a skilled politician and an effective negotiator. He was responsible for renewing many dilapidated sections of the city and attracting dozens of new businesses. Never one to let his many vices control him, Mayor Montgomery has resisted many attempts of bribery, blackmail, and threats to his life by the many criminals unhappy with his reforms.

Having grown up in Freedom City right as the first superheroes emerged, Mayor Montgomery is a strong supporter of The Phantom Futa, much to Chief Wick’s annoyance.

Freedom City

History:
Freedom City was once known simply as Freedom, one of the hundreds of small towns that sprung up across the countryside as settlers moved west seeking fortune in the Gold Rush. Unlike other boom towns that died once the mines ran dry, Freedom endured by being a major hub for those journeying miners. Travellers moving west could stop at Freedom and enjoy a hot meal, a hot bath, and thanks to the town’s surprisingly modern sexual liberalism, some hot companionship before continuing their trek.

Many of these miners ended up staying rather than going further west, and so Freedom continued to grow even after the gold rush ended. Eventually the town became a full-blown city and continued to thrive into the 1900’s. Prior to the outbreak of WWI, many local businessmen sensed opportunity and invested in munitions and heavy industry, bringing massive factory complexes to Freedom City. These factories in turn drew thousands of laborers and the city continued to expand.

However, as with many other great cities, the shadow of the Great Depression hit the city hard. Factories shut down, thousands lost their jobs with each day, and a general malaise settled over the once optimistic populace.

It was at this time that crime began to become a major problem for the city as mobsters took advantage of the financial depression to seize control of the government, the police and buy out the few businesses that managed to survive the crash.

The rise of the mobs and the immense police corruption led several frustrated citizens to try taking justice in their own hands. This led to the appearance of the first superheroes in Freedom City. The efforts of these vigilantes slowly fought back against the crime and corruption, allowing the city to regain some life.

Unfortunately, the presence of superheroes naturally brought with them supervillains and crime continues to be a major concern to this day.

Victory Square: the physical and spiritual heart of the city, here is where Freedom City pays tribute to its history and builds towards its future. Many major attractions can be found here including City Hall, one of the oldest buildings in the city; Endeavor Towers, a skyscraper building housing thousands of business offices; and the recently upgraded Freedom City Police Headquarters.

Eureka Boulevard: the City’s intellectual and cultural center. The prestigious Freedom City University is located in this area along with the Freedom City Natural History Museum and Columbia Theatre House. Another place of note is the Tesla Research Center where scientists conduct cutting edge experiments in super-science, including studying how superpowers work and reverse engineering recovered alien technology.

Southgate: Freedom City’s wealthiest residents make their homes here in luxurious apartment complexes. Numerous shopping centers and trendy outlets are also present here.

Haven Harbor: Freedom City sits on a major waterway at the intersection of three different rivers. Ships carrying goods stop by the city’s northern docks to unload their cargo but often carry guns, drugs and other illicit materials smuggled in by the city’s various criminal organizations.

The Industrial District: dominating the western half of the city, these factories were once the city’s lifeblood, employing the vast majority of its residents in its manufacturing plants. Following the Great Depression the area fell into disrepair and even though efforts were made to revitalize it, crime is still common.

The Commerce District: home to the Freedom City Stock Exchange, the Freedom Gold Reserve, Superior Insurance Building, and countless major corporate headquarters, this neighborhood is where Freedom City carries out much of its business and trade. Although police presence is high in this area, the many banks and businesses that line the streets of the Commerce District are always a tempting target for villains looking for a big score.

The Dead End: the poorest section of the city, these slums on the eastern side are filled with the homeless, the unemployed, and the criminals that take advantage of them. Drug dealers and prostitution are commonplace here and the gangs control the streets. Few cops are brave enough to patrol here, even during the day.

Downbelow: Underneath Freedom City is a network of old maintenance tunnels, subway lines, and sewers. When the city upgraded its infrastructure in the 1990s the old systems were essentially shut down and abandoned. These tunnels have since become an underground world inhabited by the homeless, criminals, and all manner of outcasts. There are rumors that mutated creatures inhabit these tunnels but these are widely regarded as an urban myth.

Fort Hancock: a suburb located directly north of Freedom City and the hometown of Jamie Blair.

Liberty Valley Penitentiary: a humorous contradiction in terms, the city’s prison is not in fact located in a valley and its residents are not free. It is instead located at the peak of a tall hill at the city’s northern edge and is surrounded on all sides by fifty-foot high walls and electrified fences. This complex is one of the largest superhuman-only prisons in the world. Many of the Phantom Futa’s enemies are locked up here kept under heavy guard. Power dampener fields and suppression cuffs help neutralize metahuman abilities and many of the guards drawn from the military rather than conventional law enforcement.

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Resident Evil: Project FutAlice
by Rexxon

Summary: Alice is transformed into a futanari by Umbrella’s experiments. Thankfully, Jill Valentine and Rebecca Chambers don’t mind at all! (set between Apocalypse and Extinction, written for DirtyDale)

Excerpt from Chapter 3:

Feeling the blood rushing to her cock, still stuffed tight into her pants, Alice fought the instinctive urge to cross her legs. “C-can I get a smoke?” she stuttered, desperate for a distraction. Jill nodded and passed her a pack, then lit a match for her. Fumbling in her haste, Alice drew out a cigarette and placed the tip into the flame.

Taking a much needed drag from her cigarette, Alice did not notice as Jill snuck around her back. Alice gasped as Jill’s hands slipped under her top, cupping her modest breasts, kneading the soft mounds. The cigarette fell from her mouth as her jaw dropped. “J-Jill?” Alice exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh…” Jill quieted as she planted a line of gentle kisses from Alice’s collarbone and up her neck, all the while continuing to rub Alice’s breasts. “I know you want this as much as I do.” Jill said. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking me out.” She added. “I was a cop you know.”

Alice was enjoying Jill’s massaging and kissing too much to voice a reply. Her skin, still cool from the shower, tingled pleasantly as Jill’s warm palms pressed against her and every spot Jill pressed her lips to her body felt as though it had been electrified. “After all that death, all that pain, I just want one moment of pleasure” Jill whispered sensually between kisses, though her words were also tinged with sadness.

When Jill reached Alice’s ear, she nibbled on the lobe. Alice gasped sharply again as her member sprang to attention, straining against the tight fabric of her pants. She crossed her legs over her penis to keep it out of sight, but the motion caused it to bend awkwardly. The slightly painful sensation aroused her further, causing her cock to harden even more. Biting her lip in frustration, Alice whimpered, certain her cock would resemble a pretzel before long.

Unaware of Alice’s inner turmoil, Jill’s hands roamed across Alice’s tight body. One hand tweaked and pinched Alice’s nipples, sending tiny jolts of pleasure into her chest. The other hand rubbed slow circles down her taut abdomen as it drifted towards her crotch.

Eyes widening in alarm, Alice twisted around and drew Jill into a deep kiss. Caught off balance by Alice’s sudden movement, Jill stumbled until she hit the wall at her back. Undaunted, Alice ran her tongue along the inside of Jill’s mouth. She could still detect the faint smoky aftertaste of Jill’s cigarette. Alice’s tongue met Jill’s and they entwined, shifting and twisting over each other.

As they pulled apart, Jill removed Alice’s top, exposing her slim chest. Turning around so Alice’s back rested against the wall, Jill lowered her head to Alice’s breast and suckled at it, tongue flitting out to tease the hard nub of flesh, earning moans of pleasure from the other woman. Dropping lower, Jill knelt at Alice’s feet and began reaching for her belt.

Before Alice could stop her, Jill had deftly unbuckled her pants and tugged them down to the floor, intending to pleasure her lover further. As the waist of the pants dropped past her crotch, Alice’s cock was freed from its prison of fabric. Forced into a curve by its confines and now released, the penis sprang up and out, slapping Jill in the face and smearing a trail of precum across her cheek.

Jill instinctively recoiled at the contact, then jumped up in shock at the sight. “You’re…a transsexual?” she asked in a confused tone.

“No. I am…was…a woman.” Alice panted, struggling to simultaneously catch her breath and explain. “But, when Umbrella caught me, they did something to me. Changed me. Twisted my body. Put this, thing on me.” She gestured at the cock swinging proudly between her thighs. “Turned me into a freak!”

Emotionally drained by the admission Alice slumped against the desk. Much to her embarrassment she began to cry softly as the weight of everything that had happened to her, from escaping the Hive to Umbrella’s experiments, came down on her.

Alice’s shoulders shook and she cried until she felt a hand tilt her head upwards. Looking at Jill’s eyes she expected disgust or maybe pity. Instead, she saw only a smile and a look of…acceptance?

Jill sat down at Alice’s side. She was silent for a moment before speaking again in a kind, but firm voice.

“Alice. You are strong. You are a survivor. You are beautiful.” She reached down to place a hand on the pulsing shaft of Alice’s penis. “This? This is a part of you. And that means it is beautiful too.”

Alice sat there dumbfounded when Jill planted another kiss on her lips. The first one had been passionate and needy. This one was tender and gentle, and Alice’s felt a sudden lightness her chest, as though she was freed from a heavy burden.

Breaking the kiss, Jill leaned over Alice’s cock, mouth open wide. Slowly, drool began to collect in the corners of her mouth, gradually spilling over and dribbling all along the shaft. Jill started to run her hands up and down the dick, while Alice could only groan as Jill’s spit-greased palms stroked her.

Spitting out a few extra wads of saliva for good measure, Jill worked to make sure the entire penis was well-lubricated. Stretching her jaw as wide as she could, she pushed her head onto the rock-hard prick. The head slipped past her teeth and lodged in the back of her mouth, causing Jill to gag. As Jill choked and gagged to fit more cock in her mouth, her fluttering throat muscles tickled the swollen head of Alice’s penis. Strange new feelings washed over Alice, zooming down her cock and into her core, driving her wild. Little sparks of bliss zipped into her nipples which grew so painfully hard Alice feared they might pop off.

Alice looked down at the woman pleasuring her just as Jill looked up at her. As their eyes locked, Alice’s heart skipped a beat. In the other woman’s eyes, Alice saw reflected all the pain, the affection and the pure hungry need she herself felt. And in that moment, something snapped.

Her lips pulled back into a predatory grin as her hands, which were lying at her sides, rose to grip Jill’s head. Grabbing handfuls of the woman’s hair, Alice pulled Jill’s head towards her and drove her pelvis forward. Her cockhead popped past Jill’s throat, causing her to grunt “HRGH!” in surprise as her air was cut off. Bucking hard, Alice shoved another precious inch of dick into Jill’s throat. Jill began breathing in time to Alice’s thrusts, running her tongue over the shaft as it slammed into and out of her throat.

Alice’s balls churned with their load and her gut tensed as her arousal reached its peak. Sensing she was close to her limit, Alice pulled out of Jill’s mouth with a shove. Flipping her around, Alice locked Jill’s arms behind her back. Pushing her to the nearby table, Alice bent Jill over at the waist. With her free hand, Alice yanked down Jill’s panties, revealing the other woman’s pussy, shiny and slick with her juices.

Alice brushed her dick against the warm, velvety folds of Jill’s pussy. Jill felt the cock of her lover touch her sensitive nether lips but never enter. So tantalizingly close, but so far, Jill could only moan in frustration.

“Yeah! Yeah! You like that don’t you? You dirty slut! You want this don’t you?” Alice whispered, her breath hot against Jill’s neck. She slapped Jill’s firm asscheek with an open palm, eliciting a shriek of pain and pleasure. Alice hungrily eyed the tight buttocks as they wobbled.

“What kind of cop are you anyway? Dressing in a tube top and a fucking miniskirt? You’re! Just! Begging! To! Be! Fucked!” Alice cried, punctuating each word with fierce spanks that turned the cheeks a rosy red.

Jill screamed with each spank, fire flooding her body as her arousal climbed higher and higher. “Yes! Yes! Please!” Jill panted desperately.

“Please what slut?” Alice asked as she positioned her cock-missile at its target.

“PLEASE FUCK ME!!!”

With a half-crazed grin, Alice obliged with a single mighty thrust. Her cock slid easily into Jill’s warm folds, pleasure rocketing from her pussy. Alice made another thrust, and another, and another! Each slam sent new waves of warmth through Jill’s entire body, from her pussy to the very top of her brain. Alice’s pleasure was no less intense; she felt as though she was being engulfed in warmth as her dick pounded into Jill’s dripping sex.

Every nerve in Jill’s body sang in bliss, as heat bubbled up in her cunt. With one last cry, Jill came, back arching. Her juices squirted out around Alice’s cock, vaginal muscles tensing and clenching, pushing her partner over the edge. Jill’s scream was joined by Alice’s own grunt of rapturous release, as the burning in her gut boiled over and dropped into her groin. Her balls pulled taut and her cock spasmed, pumping out thick streams of cum into Jill’s body. Jill’s jaw went slack as warm goo flooded her innards and a sensation of satisfying fullness came over her.

Panting from the exertion, Alice staggered backward, her cock pulling free with a SHLORP, and fell to the floor. Cum leaked out of Jill’s unplugged pussy, dropping in rivulets down her legs and forming small glimmering pools on the floor.

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Awakening Part 1
by Doomsday

Alice felt her head pulsating, a throbbing and excruciating pain before she opened her eyes. Her heartbeat felt like it was going to rattle her flesh from her bones. The sound of a crackling fire behind her radiated a certain heat and light one could naturally feel through closed eyelids. Ever so slowly with her head still pounding from a source unknown to her, she took in the first blurry sights of her surroundings. Lying on a soft pelt of some possibly extinct animal soaked with two puddles of lukewarm fluids. Her vision cleared finally, she was lying on her stomach on a pelt near a fireplace equipped with fuel.

With wavering strength she propped herself on her arms, a puddle of blood stained the edge of the pelt and began to coagulate on the hardwood floor. A certain note of horror was suddenly instilled inside her psyche. “Is this my blood ?”, was the first thought that she ripped between her internal and external inquiries. As she rolled over, for some reason a wave of exhaustion yet she began quivering with some pleasurable sensation. Something along the traces and crevices of her lithe frame pulsated, giving off a hot and organic smell to it. Her breasts began to have small dribbles of sweat leading down her curvy abdomen. Each breath slowed her heart down as she focused on the task at hand. Her rose shaded nipples began to recede from their sexual dagger-like tips. Then a faint odor reached her, a thick a musty stench, one that she thought she must have been imagining. An instinctual smell that told out ancient forbearers when the females were fertile like the swelling Nile. She let her eyes wander in search of the smell, when she noticed it she recognized it right away. It was a extensive pool of cum, at the farther edge of the carpet pelt. Then that’s when the real questions began to flood her mind.

Her perfectly tanned skin basked in the fires complimenting light as she gazed in awe at who or what could have caused such a puddle of cum. Alice began to shift her waist around in preparation to stand, when suddenly she had the most intense sensation. It was a buckling wave of pleasure as every nerve in the tip of her member’s head rubbed against the soft, warm flesh of her thighs. She suddenly had her mouth agape as her tongue was thrusted out. Small rivulets of saliva mingled amongst the cum matted fur of the gray and silver pelt. Alice’s once flaccid member began to stiffen by the moment, with a small blob of pre-cum leading the attack of the oncoming cum.

Such a fascinating sensation she thought, curious and shy about her own body fluid. Alice’s fingertip traced the opening of her members head, dragging away the drop of pre-cum. The tip of her forefinger was dragged away to the warm and wet orifice dungeon that was her mouth. She closed the soft fleshy gate like lips to her knuckle, effectively creating the perfect suction that dragged away the foreign but deliciously exotic tasty fluid from her fingertip. Alice’s body shuddered from a spine tingling feeling from the taste of her own stock, the sensation of her mouths suction effectively made her member fully erect. Alice’s member sat there twitching, matching the rhythmic pounding of her heart. Deciding it was lower on the priority scale, she sat aside the idea of her exploring her fleshy rods seemingly carnal purpose, in order to gain some answers. As Alice stood, her knees waived like a newborn calves that was just birthed. But after a few seconds of swaying her balance was restored. Yet more droplets of Cowper’s fluid dripped onto the pelt then eventually the hardwood floor.

Alice stood and traced her surroundings definitive lines that mingled amongst the flickering shadows of the room. On each side of the fireplace stands a regal and noble looking bookcase, each carved from some rare tree. Again, probably the last of their kind, leather reading chairs lurk closer to the bookcases. A stone bust of some figure, etched in marble with a never aging stare. The bust glares at her with some note of condemnation and lust in his blank stare. She felt an urge to look away, slightly red with embarrassment as she imagined the bust looking Alice up and down her curvaceous body, along with her firm cock. Soon Alice loses interest from the bust and begins to wonder the secrets to her mysterious whereabouts.

Awakening Part 2

At the far end of the room, from what Alice could only assume is a well furnished library, stands a privacy screen. On top of which sits a set of traditional white silk embroidered night-robe. To accompany the robe a pair of silver tinted slippers rests in front of the privacy screen. Beside them sits a carelessly discarded g-string. Lucky for Alice, her once intensely hard and throbbing member has become flaccid, making dressing herself all the more easier. The g-strings triangular section of cloth is strained to keep everything beneath it hidden. As Alice dons her new wardrobe, she can’t help but glance outside through an enormous double paneled window.

Black clouds roll in on her location, their occasional discharge of thunder and lightning reveals a vast expanse of trees. Beyond the immediate cover of the tree-line illuminated by infrequent and random flashes of lightning. Slightly terrified at her lack of knowledge, as well as the ominous clouds that pour in to concoct some fierce storm Alice turns away.

Right in front of her lies a door, smooth and finished with regally elegant carvings. The handle of the doorknob flickers and winks at her with the sporadic flashes of light from the fireplace. The doorknobs center is inlaid with ivory with brass clawed like etchings grasping the ivory greedily. As Alices’ hand hovered above the doorknob, heavy footprints thunder outside in what she could assume is the hallway. Slowly the doorknob turns, as if someone or something didn’t have a proper hand to grasp things.

Without hesitation and utter fear, Alice immediately turned the small hexagonal lock to keep her in. But more importantly whomever, or whatever out. As the doorknob completed its rotation, a deep guttural grunt was drawn out. A light scraping sound streaked down the mahogany door. Soon the footsteps left the immediate vicinity of the threshold and creaked the floorboards down the hall.

Alice focused on escape, her heartbeat ricocheting in her circulatory system. Slowly she placed one ear against the thick door to listen in on unknown depths of her whereabouts. Fight or flight had a hold of her now, she could only assume flight would be the best choice.

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The gunman was sent reeling by the force of the fierce right cross. His weapon clattered to the ground as he fell against the graffiti-stained wall behind him and slipped into unconsciousness.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and stood over the fallen gunman. Silhouetted against the dim light filtering into the alley was an imposing yet alluring shape. It was undoubtedly that of a woman, highlighted by her soft curves. But sprouting from her groin was a very rigid, very masculine member.

This distinctive form belonged to the defender of Freedom City, its own champion of Justice.

The Phantom Futa!

She seemed to tower above her defeated quarry, powerful and triumphant.

Suddenly, she doubled over and clutched her stomach as though in pain. Grunting slightly, she struggled to focus as she dragged the gunman by the arms towards a nearby drainpipe. Reaching into a pocket cleverly concealed in the pattern of her costume, she pulled out a pair of plastic handcuffs and secured the gunman to the bolted pipe.

Once certain the criminal would not be able to free himself, she leapt into the air and flew up to the roof of the adjacent building. As her feet touched the rooftop she wobbled unsteadily

She tapped at her earpiece to activate its secure channel.

“H-Hiro?” she panted. “Pass word to the FCPD that the two-one-one from the Sullivan Street drugstore is dealt with. Corner of Leslie and 22^nd. And check all emergency frequencies again.”

The clacking of a keyboard could be heard as the person on the other end wordlessly went to work.

“One anonymous tip to the police, sent,” a tired voice replied over the radio.

The Phantom Futa’s panting evened out into steady breathing while her technical genius and armorer Hiro Hwang continued tapping away at his computer.

“Nothing on police bands, no emergency dispatches, no 911 calls, no cats stuck up trees.” Hiro continued, barely stifling a yawn.

The Phantom Futa’s shoulder slumped as she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright. In that case I think we should call it a night.”

“Does that mean I can go to sleep now?” Hiro deadpanned.

“Yes faithful sidekick,” the worn-out heroine smirked. “You can go to sleep.”

“Hallelujah. Night, boss lady.”

“Good night Hiro.”

The line clicked and went silent, leaving her alone on the rooftop with nothing left to do but head home herself.

With a short jump, the Phantom Futa took to the air again, flying at a leisurely pace above the city. While she did urgently need to get home, her prominent erection was jostled uncomfortably by the night winds, forcing her to slow down well below her top speed. Grunting again as her cock twitched with painful need, she glanced down at her penis tucked into its codpiece.

Despite its simple appearance, her codpiece was actually a miracle of engineering. Within the material were countless arrays of tiny beads made of a reactive polymer that vibrated when an electric current was run through them. A dedicated network of biofeedback sensors lining her costume monitored heart rate, brain activity, body temperature, and a host of other factors. The sensors would then activate the micro-vibrators in her codpiece to provide enough stimulation to keep her in a state of arousal without actually driving her to orgasm.

This ingenious system allowed the Phantom Futa to keep her powers active almost indefinitely. She remembered when she had first tested it out and how grateful she was to Hiro for giving her a reliable means of controlling her powers.

At the moment however, she felt that if she were face-to-face with her assistant, she’d punch him in the face for inventing the damnable thing.

The whole night she had been rushing from one emergency to the other, running herself ragged trying to help as many people as she could. Even with her enhanced endurance and stamina, the constant strain gradually took its toll. And all the while, the damn codpiece kept teasing her, the microvibrators activating in long buzzes, swirling patterns or pulsing up and down her cock, constantly edging her closer and closer to orgasm only to switch off as she neared climax. The Phantom Futa was certain her balls would be as blue as her costume by the time she was done.

Pushing thoughts of wreaking merciless retribution on her assistant aside, the Phantom Futa returned her attention to where she was going. Soon she came within sight of the building she called home. Circling around one side, she spotted the balcony of her apartment and landed silently on it. Pulling open the sliding glass doors, she rushed inside and into her bedroom.

Her apartment was spartan in decoration and furnishings save for her bed. In contrast to her other possessions it was a luxurious affair with silky sheets and several plump pillows. But sleep was the last thing on the Phantom Futa’s mind.

She sat on the bed and began stripping herself. She kicked off her boots to the floor and removed her gloves. The circular patch of spandex that covered her left breast and the suit of her costume followed, leaving her body bare.

Her breasts, each a perfect handful stood firm atop her chest, capped with rosy pink nipples that stood erect with arousal. From her bust, her profile narrowed to a thin waist. Her belly was smooth with the faint rippling of toned muscle beneath her fair skin. Her body widened again at the hips and the smooth cheeks of her rear, completing a beautiful hourglass shape.

The Phantom Futa tossed the rumpled pieces of her costume onto the bed next to her and turned to removing her codpiece, whimpering and biting her lower lip as she peeled it away slowly. The spandex material was clinging stubbornly to her extremely sensitive glans, but soon her cock was freed and the Phantom Futa was naked save for her domino mask and purple-haired wig.

She then stumbled to her bedside table. Slamming open the drawer and nearly tearing off the metal handle in her urgency, she reached inside. After a moment of rummaging blindly in the back of the drawer, she gave a happy cry as she pulled out her prize. She laid back in her bed and uncapped the bottle of lubricant, holding it over her cock as she squeezed.

The bottle gave a pathetic wheeze as a single dot of lube dripped out.

The Phantom Futa’s eye gave a slight twitch.

Her patience thoroughly worn out, she simply crushed the plastic container in her superhuman grip. This time, the nozzle spat out a fat blob of lubricant onto her shaft. Shuddering as the cold goop made contact with her erect cock, The Phantom Futa tossed the crumpled bottle aside.

Her right hand gripped her cock and blurred into motion, driven by the frantic need to release the pressure welling up inside her. Within moments she had spread a shimmering layer of lube over her entire length. She stroked herself faster and faster, jerking her iron-hard shaft as quickly as she could. Meanwhile, her left hand cradled her ballsack and gently but firmly massaging her testicles, coaxing them to release their contents. She continued with this for several minutes but was frustrated to find that no such release could be found.

Her scrotum had been drawn taut against the base of her cock and appeared primed to fire, but all that emerged was a steady flow of precum. She could feel it. Like a ball of pressure in her groin, churning, aching for release but suppressed by some stubborn blockage.

With an animalistic groan of frustration she dropped her left hand lower and dipped two fingers into her slick womanhood. Already wet with anticipation, her pussy easily accepted her probing fingers. Her clit, a petite button of flesh as hard as her cock, peeked out from beneath its hood and the Phantom Futa began rubbing it with her thumb. Within moments her pussy was positively dripping as thin rivulets of her juices trickled down her netherlips, thoroughly soaking her sheets.

The male part of her anatomy reacted as well, her entire cock seeming to tighten as she played with it and her pussy simultaneously. But still the stubborn blockage refused to yield. The ball of pressure slammed futilely into an invisible barrier in her gut, leaving her still unable to find release.

Her strokes slowed and her rubbings became less frantic until at last, she collapsed back into her bed and let out a discouraged moan. Her defiantly erect shaft pointed ramrod straight into the air, and the nubile young woman could not help but think it looked as though her own body was flipping her the bird.

“Oh, fuck me,” the superhero muttered to herself, part curse, part prayer. There was no denying it.

She was stuck.

This was happening more frequently as of late. She discovered that the longer she used her powers, the harder it became for her to find release. If she used her powers continually for an extended period of time as she had tonight, she would get “stuck” and unable to climax. Whenever that happened, she would have to painfully wait it out as her erection gradually wilted. She imagined such an experience would be uncomfortable for a man, but were even worse for her. As a creature who drew her very strength from sexual energy, feeling that energy slowly ebb from her body was agonizing.

The Phantom Futa remained unmoving on her bed for a time. She was tired and frustrated and incredibly horny.

And she was not about to give up.

Her conviction returned to her and she reached back into her bedside table to take out a variety of items. Once she gathered her tools, she flopped back onto the bed and began putting them to use.

A pair of elastic bands was pulled around her thighs and a third went around her cock. Two vibrator eggs trailing wires to their respective controls were next. The controls were slipped underneath the elastics on her legs while the eggs were put into the band around her cock.

She switched both of the eggs on and sucked air through her teeth as they buzzed to life and began humming against the sides of her oversensitive cock. Tingles of pleasure went rushing down her engorged rod and pooled inside her body. Cupping her breasts with both hands, she kneaded the pillowy flesh. She craned her neck forward to plant soft feathery kisses around her nipples which hardened at her ministrations.

Flipping herself over, she pointed her shapely rear to the ceiling. Reaching behind her with one hand, she slid a garishly colored dildo into her moist, eager womanhood. It slid into her body, filling her tight channel nicely. She slowly moved the dildo deeper into her body, then pulled it back. Her other hand went to her cock and she resumed stroking the rock-hard member. She started to move her hips in time with each thrust of the dildo and tug of her cock, gradually falling into an easy rhythm.

Then she quickened her pace, her hands beginning to move almost by themselves now. The Phantom Futa’s conscious mind had fled, yielded to the sheer animal need to unleash the pressure and burning heat in her loins. She stroked her cock, pistoned the dildo in and out, bucked her hips to-and-fro. And little by little, that invisible barrier began to crumble, worn away by the multitude of sensations assailing it.

At last she felt it, the imminent rush of her much-deserved release. One last pull on her cock, one last shove of the dildo into her cunt. Her toes curled and her whole body tensed. With a primal scream of victory and sheer ecstatic joy, she came.

Her balls pulsed and pressure rocketed down her length, pouring forth from her cockhead in thick ropey spurts of cum, splattering over her legs. The pleasure shot through her like lightning and zapped its way into her pussy, which clamped down hard on the dildo lodged into her channel. She climaxed a second time as a torrent of pussy juice gushed from her cunt, messily spilling down her groin. Glistening trails of fluid rolled down her tightened ballsack, the tickling sensation pushing her over the edge again.

The bolt of white-hot pleasure ricocheted from her pussy back to her cock, which twitched and pulsed as a third orgasm rippled through her body. Another load of hot jizz burst free and the rich, warm goop spilled into a messy pool on her sheets. Yet another orgasm coursed through her body, and another, and another, and the pool of creamy semen beneath her grew with each spurt.

Time stretched into infinity for the virile heroine as she lost track of how many times she climaxed. Finally her balls finished emptying themselves and one last stream of cum trickled out of her cock to fall into the pool of semen below.

Now totally and utterly spent, the Phantom Futa toppled over, panting heavily, her entire body flushed from her exertions. Her skin was practically glowing as she basked in the glorious aftermath of her chain of orgasms, though part of that glow was caused by the sheen of sweat, cum and pussy juice that alternatively coated her from head to toe.

The Phantom Futa’s mouth stretched into a delirious smile of relief as she sank into her comfy mattress and pulled the sheets over herself. She was either ignoring or uncaring of the mess she was smearing across her body.

With a single yawn, the superheroine closed her eyes and drifted off into her well-earned sleep.

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Here’s something I think everyone will get a kick out of – an interactive futanari story where the readers can choose the outcome. The site is called The Oenemal (pronounced ‘animal’) and basically people can submit their fantasies, physical traits, real names (or not), and they will be turned into an erotic story. Right now the first story is called “Hard Choices” and features a sexy futa. The pic above by Onagi was commissioned for the site and if things go well there might be more to come.

Below is an excerpt from “Hard Choices” part one so if you like what you see then by all means check out The Oenemal. It’s completely free so have fun and show them some love by spreading the word.

I’m sweating. She’s dripping. We’re dancing like there really is no tomorrow. Her smell as I brush my face past her slippery, smooth neck is utterly intoxicating – whatever perfume she applied earlier in the night has combined with her own feminine chemicals and produced an odour that fragrance companies should tirelessly look into. She bends forward and her perfect round arse backs into my crotch again; rubs up and down to this horrendous dance beat that I am far too old to be enjoying!

She flicks her long, dark hair and looks back at me with her smoky eyes and sharp, almost menacing brows. I look down at a perfect figure eight contained in a sweat-stained silver dress and I’m sold – this is by far the hottest chick I have ever picked up (if, of course, I don’t stuff anything up from here!) Actually, it’s one of the hottest girls I think I’ve ever seen in real life! I reach down and hold on to her flat stomach, pull her firm back up against my chest so I can inhale her again. I know I need to move this along before she gets bored and moves onto the next schmuck, so I brush my lips against her neck, hold them there, slightly open, breathe onto her smooth skin, wait for a reaction. She doesn’t run; she doesn’t pull away; she doesn’t slap. She moves ever so slightly towards me and opens her neck – she’s on. I take the cue and kiss, and kiss, and kiss – small but sensual pecks down her nape towards her mostly uncovered shoulder.

My hands become slightly more adventurous and I send one down south. It slides ever so easily down her waist where I allow it to brush past her mound and rest on the front of her fit thigh. Something hard presses against my thumb and I think for a second that it doesn’t feel like her other leg. The moment of thought stops abruptly; her hand, as it turns out, enjoys a little adventure as well. I realise this as she takes a firm grasp of my already-hard dick through my pants.

OPTIONS:
1. Ask if she wants to leave.
2. See how far you can get in a club by sliding a finger into her.
3. Go off to meet back up with your friends.
4. Any other suggestions

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Here’s another futanari story and pic for you all to enjoy. We’re really on a roll these past two days. The story is called “Deep Slumber” by Sapphidia and features two futa sisters doing very naughty things to each other. The pic above by AnimeFlux was commissioned by the writer to go with it. Below is the first few paragraphs from chapter one. If you dig it then follow the link and it will take you directly to the Hentai Foundry page so you can read the rest.

I love both the pic and the story and I think you all will too. Check it out and leave a comment either here or on the Hentai Foundry page letting Sapphidia know what you think of it.

Deep Slumber – Chapter 1

Cutthroat Harbour Inn, 01:45 am.

It was never normally this loud.

Ellorah grimaced through gritted teeth as she balanced on bare tiptoes, shutting the heavy oaken door to their cabin with the practiced sloth of a regular nightowl. She knew her sister was asleep – the endearing snoring had been just about audible before she even started fumbling with the keyhole. As she stealthily entered, mud stained maryjanes in one hand, the vague hint of moonlight rushing through the crack in the shuttered windows outlined Sapphidia’s form under a lump of messy blankets in their shared bed.

The door was being most uncooperative though. In the space of a day it seemed to have developed an entire orchestra of additional creaks across its timbers. Ellorah wondered why she’d even bothered taking her shoes off to creep inside – the sound of complaining wood was ten times louder than the click of her heels. With a muffled sigh to herself, her oaken opponent finally relented and closed with an ironically meager click. She slipped the key in and gave it a gentle twist, thankful that the light snoring seemed to have continued unabated.

Laying her shoes tentatively on the table, Ellorah slipped her undersize jacket off as silently as she could, all the time her grey eyes remaining locked on the slightly fidgeting mound of bedclothes opposite. This seemed oddly commonplace to her these days; despite being the younger of the two, it seemed their new Captain’s workload for the blonde priestess was routinely keeping her out later and later. Still, working for such respected castanic buccaneers paid well, and they had a place to stay out of the deal. None of the other pirates questioned two sisters sharing the same room, especially as it was so clearly obvious that they depended so much on each other.

Ellorah just hoped none of the crew spent too much time listening at their windows.

The vaguely Sapphidia-shaped mound of bedding emitted a muffled moan and started changing shape. The snoring changed pitch slightly, but it was clear the elder redhead was having a rather fitful dream. Ellorah tensed slightly, her hotpants already lingering around her ankles and blouse half-pulled over her head as she froze, desperate not to wake her. The past few nights’ loud late arrivals had clearly started to take their toll on the freckled girl, Sapphidia’s bloodshot and shadowed eyes instilling a deep sense of guilt in her younger sister. No, not tonight, Ellorah affirmed to herself. Tonight, Sapphy will sleep for hours. She deserved it.

Flicking her underwear into the air with a bare toe to catch silently, Ellorah gingerly laid the last remnants of her clothes on their shared writing desk, slipping her glasses off and resting them on the soft pile, before beginning the lengthy tiptoeing journey towards the sisters’ shared single-sized bed. Under no allusions that her nakedness would offer any protection from the creaking floorboards, she gently probed each step with the pads of her toes before daring to apply any weight. After nearly five full minutes, she stood nude at her sister’s bedside, confidant that her sneaky approach remained undetected.

Now for the hard part, she thought. Taking a deep breath, still serenaded by the delightfully cute snuffling sounds from her elder sister’s nose, she reached down and gripped the edge of the blanket, drawing it to one side as slowly as humanly possible.

The gentlest of night breezes whisked between the half-cracked window shutters, eliciting the slightest of shivers and a wreath of goosebumps against Ellorah’s pale chest. The wooden frame creaked a little further open, allowing a broader stroke of ghostly bluish moonlight to cascade over the sleeping form. As Ellorah gingerly tossed the blanket to one side, she drunk in the oddly ethereal vision of her unconscious elder sibling.

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“Hahnn! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Keep pounding my slutty ass!”

Gwen stood bent over in the alleyway, letting the random man have his way with her. In her hand, she clenched the bills she had taken in exchange for her service; a fairly decent sum, and all she had to do was let him fuck her ass for a bit. It wasn’t long before the tightness of the teen whore’s hole was too much for him, giving a strong, hard thrust into her before filling her backside with seed. Gwen bit down on her lip, relishing the feeling of the anal creampie, letting her client finish up. After a few moments, he proved sated, pulling his dick from her ass and letting his cum dribble down her legs.

“That was awesome, slut! Thanks for the good time…” he said, zipping his jeans back up.

“Don’t mention it, honey. Just remember, if you’re looking for a good time, come find me!” the redhead gave the man a wink and began to make her way out of the alley, the man’s semen still trailing down her leg. Her heels clicked as she put her fair into her black leather purse, placing the cash in her wallet.

When she looked up, Gwen was face-to-face with three sluttily-dressed women; huge tits completely exposed and pierced, decked out in colored-latex fetishwear. Gwen’s eyes trailed down their voluptuous bodies before looking at their also-exposed and throbbingly-erect cocks, the blonde on stroking hers as the three women stared at Gwen’s petite teen form.

“Well, well, what do we have here, sisters?” the other redhead asked, her dick wagging back and forth as she strode over to where Gwen stood. She stood almost a full foot taller than Gwen, even with Gwen’s platform heels, looking down at the teen and licking her lips lewdly.

“I almost didn’t believe that slut when she said there was another whore trying to work our turf,” the blonde said, pulling her attention away from her cock. “This must be one stupid slut to try and muscle in on the Powerslut Girls!”

Gwen simply gave a grin. She had heard of these harlots before; the mankillers who could seduce just about anyone. Gwen stepped close to the redhead, almost planting her head in between her monstrous tits, and laughed.

“I had heard that you girls were having a little bit of trouble keeping your clients, so I decided to give some of your poor men a chance to experience a decent, tight hole instead of those baggy things you call pussies.” The three women looked stunned and enraged, exactly the reaction Gwen was hoping to get from them. The redhead seemed the least pleased, reaching her hand on top of Gwen’s head and forcing the teen whore to the ground.

“Oh, that will NOT fly! Bubbles! Buttercup! I think we need to teach this cunt some fucking manners!”

Blossom’s sisters did as they were told, walking around to where their sibling held Gwen in place. Gwen kept her superior, teasing grin, waiting for the girls to make the first move.

“C’mon, you need an invitation? Fuck me already!”

“What an impatient little whore!” Bubbles said, pointing her throbbing dick directly at Gwen’s face. “I hope that mouth of yours is ready!”

She barely gave Gwen any time to notice her before the blonde shoved her dick past the teen’s lips. Gwen’s eyes opened wide, but did her best to keep a grin on her face as Bubbles forced the head of her cock down into the slut’s throat.

Damn, this one’s thick, Gwen thought to herself. Bubbles’ hands closed around her head, forcing Gwen’s face down hard on her dick. The blonde dickgirl thrust hard, bottoming out in Gwen’s throat with little effort. The teen whore’s neck bulged, Bubble’s cock ramming deep into her esophagus with every strong, pistoning thrust. Gwen couldn’t believe that she was actually gagging as the pulsing member ravaged her, unable to remember the last time she got such a pleasant throat-fucking. Gwen sealed her lips tight, trying to show off her cocksucking skills, forming a tight seal that actually made Bubbles slow her pace.

“Fuck! This one is good…” Bubbles said, her breathing beginning to heavy. Her massive tits heaved as she continued pounding the slut’s throat, trying to keep her pace hard and fast despite how tightly Gwen was clamping around her dick. “I think she might be better–huffhuff–at throating dick than you are, Blossom!”

The red-haired sibling arched an eyebrow at her sister’s remark, bending forward and grabbing Bubbles’ throat before giving a sharp smack across her cheek with her free hand.

“Now, that’s not very nice, Bubbles! Now, apologize!” Blossom drew close, her lips less than an inch away from her sister’s. Bubbles’ lips quivered, her cheek turning a bright shade of crimson from Blossom’s discipline.

“I’m sorry, sister…can you forgive me?” she pleaded, the blonde closer her eyes. Blossom smiled and planted her lips of the blonde’s, she and Bubbles sharing a passionate, tight embrace even while Bubbles continued pounding Gwen’s throat. Much to Blossom’s surprise, she felt a hand reach up and wrap around her cock, the redheaded teen stroking her hardness plainly amid Bubbles’ frantic oral onslaught. Blossom cried and moaned out, her grunts muffled by Bubbles’ tongue still dancing with her own, sealing her lips tighter with her sister’s.

“Fucking lightweights…” Buttercup quipped as she dropped to the ground. She had her lusty gaze fixed on Gwen’s pierced cunt, but seeing the cum still oozing out of her ass made the raven-haired dickgirl change her mind, rubbing the head of her cock against Gwen’s puckering hole.

“Oh, you like taking it in the ass, slut? I shouldn’t be surprised,” she said, doing her best to tease Gwen’s ass with the fat head of her dick. “I’d ask how much you want it, but I can see your mouth is a little busy right now…so I’ll just go ahead and give you what you want!”

Buttercup made a strong thrust forward, slamming her member into Gwen’s backside. The hole was still slick with cum, making pushing all the way up into the whore’s hole take little effort. Gwen’s lips quivered around Bubbles’ cock, the hard, throbbing dick still pounding in her throat. Gwen moaned out muffled cries as Buttercup took her back hole, stretching her ass wide with the futa’s fat cock.

“Wow, I’ll be honest, this bitch is a lot tighter than I thought she’d be…” Buttercup groaned out, her huge tits flopping lewdly as she hammered into her adversary’s ass. Her hands wrapped around the redhead’s thighs, forcing Gwen against her dick even more and letting Buttercup reach the depths of Gwen’s ass. With one precious free hand, Gwen was able to snake her leather-gloved fingers onto her pierced clit and began to rub her button furiously, abusing the metal piercings jutting out of her cunt to provide her with even more carnal satisfaction.

Blossom finally pulled away from Bubbles’ lips, her teeth she gripping on the blonde sibling’s tongue and forcing the pinkness out of her mouth. Blossom opened her mouth and let her sister’s tongue return, Bubbles’ eyes still closed and spit dribbling down her chin. Blossom grabbed the back of Gwen’s head and pushed her forward on Bubbles’ dick, planting her nose against the blue-clad sister’s exposed, taught stomach.

“That’s it, cunt, eat up all that cock like a good little slut…” she cooed, Gwen’s hand still running up and down on her dick.

“MMMPH! GLLLRRRKK!” was all that Gwen could answer back, being forced down on the futa’s cock and getting pounded in the ass beginning to take its toll on the redheaded whore. She removed her hand from her pussy, but it was too little too late as the teen came hard, her whole body wracked with pleasure. Gwen’s form quivered and shook, her asshole clenching tight around Buttercup’s length. Gwen’s jade eyes looked up to see Bubbles, but soon they simply rolled back white, the teen still unconsciously jerking off Blossom’s cock.

“Holy fuck! She suddenly–aahhnn–she suddenly got so tight! Take it, slut!” Buttercup cried out before jamming her dick one last time into Gwen’s tight little ass before spurting out her cum. Gwen barely paid any mind to the roiling semen being pumping up into her, in too much of an orgasmic stupor to notice Buttercup blowing her load. The black-haired sibling moaned and held tight on Gwen’s leg, keeping her dick planted inside her to force Gwen to take all her seed.

Blossom and Bubbles were reaching their limit also. As she began to cum, Blossom hand pushed harder against Gwen’s head, making her choke down all of Bubbles’ cock as the blonde hit her limit and shot her load down Gwen’s throat. Blossom’s seed geysered out onto Gwen’s hair and dominatrix-style cap, covering her with thick ropes of her cum.

“That looks like fun!” Bubbles noticed, retching her dick free of Gwen’s mouth with the guttural scccchlllllkkk noise, her cock still cumming. The blonde began to paint Gwen’s chest with her semen, the whore taking the chance to breathe now that her airway was free of such a large intrusion. Her open, panting mouth ended up getting a decent amount of cum shot into it anyway, Bubbles’ salty goo spurting up onto her tongue. Gwen came back to her senses just in time as the sisters finally finished covering her and filling her with her cum.

“Man, that was awesome…” Buttercup panted. “This chick’s ass is something else!”

“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I came so hard,” Bubbles nodded in agreement, wiping some sweat off her brow. “We should pimp her out! We’d make a ton of money with this cunt’s cunt!”

“No, I have a better idea,” Blossom said, wiping her cock on Gwen’s cheek. “I know someone who’d pay a lot for a slut like this!”

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I stretched out in the waning sunlight of a hot summer day, feeling the hay I was laying on scratch the bare skin of my lower back and legs as the last bit of sun peeked in through the hayloft window. I closed my eyes and my vision went soft pink as the light shone through my eyelids, and I enjoyed the warmth of it on my skin. I stayed like that for awhile, until the pink faded to deep black and the air in the barn cooled with the fall of night.

When I finally opened my eyes, Cassie was there in front of me, wearing a coy grin and a simple blue and white checked dress.

Cassie has been my best friend for a long time, and I knew full well that she hated the dress. She was a farm girl, through and through, and although the dress had a rustic look that fit her well, her prefered attire would have included overalls, flannel, and thick heavy boots, all coated in a generous amount of animal droppings and mud, evidence of a hard days work. In fact, she only owned the dress because I gave it to her, and she only agreed to wear it because it was coming off soon anyway.

Cass and I had always been close, best friends since kindergarten, but recently our lives have gotten more complicated. We fight side by side against a secret alien invasion for one. We also have super powers.

I’ll back things up a little for you. My name’s Rachel. No last name, at least as far as you’re concerned. We have to be careful nowadays, my friends and me. Because the aliens we’re fighting aren’t little green men from Mars. Think more “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”. They call themselves Yeerks, and they already had a good foothold on earth by the time we joined the fight. You’ve met them yourself, you just didn’t know it. They are everywhere, and they can be anyone. So me and Cassie, my cousin Jake and his friend Marco, we all try to keep a low profile. Hell, Ax and Tobias, our last two teammates, live out in the woods… But they’re both special cases.

It’s a scary world, but the six of us are far from helpless. An ally against the Yeerks, another alien named Elfangor, had given us the power to fight back. We are all able to absorb the dna of animals and change into them at will, with a few limitations. It’s almost poetic, if you’re into all that, mother nature striking back against a foreign invader. I’m pretty sure that’s how Cassie sees it, but I’m a little different. The powers work, and we use them. The only question I need answered is where my next target is.

But tonight was different. Cassie and I were spending some quality girl time together. Back in the old days that had meant braiding hair and late night gossip, followed by maybe a little innocent fooling around. Now though, we looked death in the face everyday, and blowing off steam takes more effort. Sometimes we’ll go for a fly (one of the best perks of morphing) or down to the beach for a swim with the dolphins. Sometimes we just get kinky.

Cassie, as if reading my mind, fell onto the hay next to me and grabbed at the back of my head, snatching up a handful of my long bleach blonde hair. She’s a tiny little african american girl with a slight but powerful build, which is exactly my type, but honestly, I’m kind of a knockout too. I’m tall and thin, blonde with blue eyes and your typical youthful mall crawler. Puberty is just about finished with me, and I have a generous set of 38dd tits and a shapely ass just a little on the small size. Due to years of gymnastics, I’m also pretty toned, with a better six pack than most of the guys I go to school with.

I grinned at Cassie and she yanked my head back, hard, bringing my neck into view, and then bent in, planting small kisses and sharp little bites all around my throat and collarbone. I sighed and squealed with excitement as she worked her way down at a painfully slow pace. I had dressed light for the evening, wearing only cut off daisy dukes and a bikini top, but even with my skimpy top, Cassie quickly became frustrated and tore it from my body with one hand. Once my tits bounced free of the tiny fabric triangles, she brought both of her hands up to my chest, pawing at them and rolling them in her palms, every once in a while pinching a nipple in her fingers and pulling it roughly back and forth.

Now that her hands were occupied and my head was free, I moved forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. She kissed back, for a second, and then pushed forward on my chest, forcing me onto my back so she could climb on top and straddle me. she sat above my waist and her dress was hiked up around her thighs. She lowered herself down for another kiss and I felt a wetness leaking from her as she ground her bare pussy against my tight stomach. As we kissed, she continued grinding her skin onto mine and let out a low, animal groan that made my teeth vibrate pleasantly in my mouth.

I loved seeing Cassie like this. I knew that she was a strong woman, but she’s so reserved most of the time that I only got to see her aggressive side while she was angry. But when she fucked, she let the beast loose, and it was all I could do most nights to keep up with her.

It went on like that for a little while but eventually she slowed her pace and stopped rocking her body on top of mine, instead letting herself go limp and fall into my waiting arms. I knew she was just getting started, but we both took a second to enjoy each other and the quiet intimacy.

After a second or two she untangled herself, stood and backed away, coming to a stop just a few feet from me. She had a wicked grin on her face, but stayed perfectly still for several seconds. My cunt was aching with frustration and sopping wet, but when I stood and started to move closer, she put her hand out to stop me. Suddenly the hem of her skirt shifted, just slightly, as if moved by the breeze… But the door was closed, and the air was still. I looked back up into Cassie’s big brown eyes and her grin got even bigger, showing of a set of pearly white teeth that seemed like they could rip me apart. She grabbed the bottom of her skirt and began slowly raising it, holding my gaze until finally the fabric came up just past her knees.

There was a horses penis swinging gently just below the hemline. She had done a partial morph, something she was very skilled at, to grow a massive cock.

I gasped and fell forward towards her, down on my knees on the earth floor of the barn, staring at the dirty surprise between her legs. She giggled at my expression, quickly lifting her dress up over her head and throwing it away, but at the same time dancing playfully out of my reach. I made a grab for the big fat dick hanging obscenely off her tiny girlish frame, but I had moved to late, and her meaty cock swung out of reach. My momentum carried me forward and I fell to my face on the ground at Cassie’s feet.

Her teasing laughter stopped and she knelt to help me to me up. As she bent her knees and lowered to the ground, her long dick coiled on the floor for a second, lying right in front of my eyes in a big heavy pile. It was incredible. Veins bulged on almost every square inch, and the soft member was at least as thick as a can of Pepsi. I wanted to taste it.

I took the hand she offered and rose back to my knees. Cassie tried to bring me farther, up to her for another kiss and sweet embrace, but I had other things on my mind at this point. I brought my face close to it, and sniffed deeply. The smell, coming from a cock that had just been grown, wasn’t strong, but it was distinctive. I wrapped a hand around the shaft near the tip and Cassie laid her hands on my shoulder, sighing. I had almost forgot this thing was hers.

I knew she was ready for me to dive in, but I took a moment to appreciate the situation. The monster cock was still mostly limp, but didn’t hang straight down between her legs. Instead, the tip of it twitched and shivered in the air about six inches in front of her knees. I lifted the hand that was still resting near the tip and felt the weight of it, which was almost mind boggling. The base of the shaft had to be a good four inches across and stuck out from her body just above where her snatch had been a few moments ago. Above, on her lower stomach, a soft sheen of horse fur seemed to circle the cock, blending back to her natural curly pubes about half an inch from her dick. Beneath, hidden between two legs and a cock almost as thick as her thighs, I could catch a glimpse of a heavy set of balls, hanging low.

Cassie moved her hands from my shoulder and once again twined her fingers through my long hair, pulling my head forward. The tip of her dick was hanging far too low for me to scoop into my mouth, so I let her carry me forward and instead pressed the length of her dick against the side of my face, rubbing and nuzzling at it. I ran both hands up and down the long shaft, just grazing the sensitive flesh. When I felt her new tool begin to stiffen in my hands and against my face, I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. I kept my face pressed close to the flesh of her cock but ran my tongue against her as well, using my hands to lewdly rub the fat dick all over my pretty cheerleader features.

I enjoyed the warmth and spongy texture for a moment, and then hoisted the whole thing up, holding the meaty tip of her animal penis above my head with one hand. The weight, even from her now hard cock, burned at my arm muscles and I lost my grip on it. It fell heavily on my face, and I looked up at Cassie from beneath her dick and giggled, sticking out the tip of my tongue to lap gently at the closest part of the massive cock.

In response, she put her hands on her bare hips and scowled at me “Are you all done playing around?” She asked, in a disapproving voice.

I knew a challenge when I heard one. I leaned down and brought the end of her stiff cock up to my lips, opened my mouth wide, and took the bulbous tip into my mouth. It filled me up almost completely, the same size as a fist. But it had some give to it, and I worked my tongue around as best as I could, running it over and around the cock in my mouth, enjoying the taste and feel of the skin. My jaw was open so wide it ached, and long thick strands of drool oozed out of the corners of my mouth to fall onto my tits, but I didn’t let up. I worked my hands over the giant cock furiously, getting more turned on by the second as I felt the pliant skin glide up and down over the veiny shaft.

Without warning, Cassie let out a loud grunt and bucked her hips forward. Taken off guard, I almost fell backwards onto my ass, but shifted my balance forward and stayed kneeling. Unfortunately, this motion combined with Cassie’s thrusting pelvis shoved the tip of her cock halfway down my throat. Tears welled in my eyes instantly. I would have coughed, gagged, and choked, but there was no room. My eyes still teary and bulging, I put my hands on her hips and tried to force her out of my mouth. In response, she lifted a leg over my shoulder, straddling my kneeling body, and once again placed her hands on the back of my head. With her footing secure and a good grip on my face, she finished the job and forced her cock all the way down, until my lips and nose were being ground against the fur at the base of her massive dick. With one final deep grunt, she came.

I was in a fair amount of pain at this point, but I made no move to pinch Cassie’s thigh, which was our signal for stop. Instead, I focused on the dick in my mouth, which was bulging rhythmically as it pumped cum directly into my belly. With the thick cock in my throat, pulsing in orgasm, it felt as though I was drinking the cum from a fire hydrant, by the gallon. I started to feel an uncomfortable bloating sensation, and sharply pinched the inside of Cass’s leg.

She had apparently calmed down a little, and began to withdraw from my mouth. The shaft of the cock scraped against my teeth as she pulled away from my face with a measured and deliberate slowness. I crossed my eyes and watched as it came out, inch after inch, insanely long. At last, I felt the large, knobbly tip in my mouth again and I sucked on it briefly, lovingly running my tongue over what now seemed like a much smaller intrusion. Cassie pulled back another few inches and the dick popped out from between my lips with a long wet sucking sound. A couple teaspoons of horse cum dribbled out of my mouth and down onto my chest, while Cassie worked her shaft and shot a few more large gobs into my hair and a big sticky puddle across the bridge of my nose.

I fell onto my back and began rubbing the thick white fluid into my skin as Cassie stood above, staring at me with her long cock soft but still twitching. I used three fingers to scoop a large amount off of my tits, and looked her in the eyes as I spread my legs and rubbed the wet mess directly on to my pussy lips.

I smiled and was about to tell her to come have a taste, but when I tried to form the words I felt a shooting pain in my throat and a sound like dead leaves on the sidewalk came out of my mouth. I winced. Cassie had done quite a number on me. I coughed, and the pain hit again. I held up one finger, signaling her to wait, and began to morph. Morphing, because it’s based on DNA, has the useful side effect of repairing any injuries your body has and setting it back to factory default. All I had to do was change into something else and then back to me, and my voice would be good as new. In the meantime, I was going to have some fun with a new morph I had picked up just for Cassie.

She had had concern in her eyes when I had cringed in pain, but as I changed in front of her and she realized who I was becoming, she smiled again and helped me to my feet, before turning away and walking sensually towards the hay bale. Her hips swayed with every step, and her long dick bounced against her legs as she moved. She had a fantastic ass, and while I stared at her walking away from me, I realized that I could still see her cunt glistening between her legs. She had kept it, somehow, when she morphed. She really was talented.

Meanwhile, my transformation was complete. I now stood a few inches taller than a moment before, and between my legs I too had a stiff cock, bouncing up and down in anticipation. The body was Jake’s, my cousin. I felt insanely dirty, stealing his form like this for our perverted games, which only turned me on more.

Cass had spread out on the hay, reclining, but with her head raised, never taking her eyes off my new body. Her legs were apart and she had one hand stroking her cock and another on her balls, playing with them and rolling them around in her hand. The tip of her dick came up to about her nipples, and every few seconds she would bend forwards and lap at the end with her tongue.

I stroked my cock for the first time, ready to give her a show, and felt my knees weaken and my asscheaks quiver at the sensation. It wasn’t more powerful than rubbing my clit but it was definitely different. This cock, even when dwarfed by Cassie’s humongous parody of a penis, felt powerful. I ran my hand up and down a few more times, shuddering with pleasure. Cassie raised an eyebrow at me and pulled her sack up, showing me her wet snatch. I took the hint and got into position, using my strong masculine arms to lift Cassie’s hips and shove Jake’s respectable eight inch dick into her cunt.

She winced briefly and I waited a second while she rearranged her balls, moving them out of the way of my thrusting. After she was comfortable, I let loose, my hips flying as I forced myself inside of her. I couldn’t get enough of the sensation. everything seemed heightened, and I could feel her pussy lips pulling at my stiff dick as I leaned back. when I thrust forward, I could feel Jake’s balls grinding against her ass. She moaned underneath me and continued stroking herself, and soon I had reached out my hand to help.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and she started babbling, apparently overwhelmed by the dual sensations. I wasn’t doing much better, but since I’d never cum with a cock before, I wasn’t sure how long I could last. I leaned in to wrap my mouth around the end of Cassie’s dick again, and thrust deep, trying to push us both over the edge.

Cassie came first, although I guess her morph must have been mostly spent, because all I got for my trouble was half a mouthful of sticky cum. After she finished I pulled my lips away and swished her seman around my mouth, taking time to explore the taste, which was stronger, muskier than the boy cum I’d eaten before. It wasn’t good, exactly, but taboo of it drove me crazy, and I wished Cassie had recovered better, because I would have bathed in the stuff if I could. maybe a quick morph would let her refill the tank.

I was thinking about Cass pumping liters of hot cum all over my body as I continued to pound her twat, and I felt a tightness, some kind of tugging at my scrotum. My cock exploded, and I pulled out, spraying Cassie’s thighs, her soft cock, and her belly with a big load of my cousin’s cum. she twitched a little as the warm goo hit her body, but she appeared to be spent. I could see her package shrinking away as her eyelids fluttered weakly. I layed next to her on the hay and focused on my own body, changing myself back before drifting off to sleep.

Story by Lee N’ Hester ~ AdultFanFiction.net

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It all started when The Phantom Futa started to become a little famous in town that little Ben stated to know about her.

He was always interested in superheroes and wanted to become on himself, yet later, when he got older, he abandoned that dream and started living a normal life. A few years passed and Ben started to grow older and more adult as he kept hearing about The Panthom Futa, every time he heard about her his blood started to boil. He wanted to be a part of it and fight crime the same way she did, but unlike her, he did not had any super powers whatsoever

As his normal life started to fail on him he withdrew from the world, escaping into his comic books and dreaming about fighting crime at night. Of course, as every boy did, all he dreamed about was meeting The Phantom Futa and fight along side with her while secretly having a big crush on her. One night he suddenly woke up and decided to press on with the idea and started to create his own super powers.

Inspired by his favorite crime-fighting super heroine, he went in search of mysterious powers. He searched the whole town to possibly find a machine that could make him stronger. Finally he discovered a strange device at a highly advanced lab. He did not knew were he was, but he did not care at the moment. He pressed a button and suddenly all the alarm bells went off as he got pulled in by the machine itself. There it transformed him in a bizarre and surprising way.

He felt strange as the machine that was powered by wind blew his DNA to pieces then later slowly molded it back together. When he opened his eyes and get out of the machine he looked at his hands and felt his body to see if anything was wrong. Yet he could not feel anything different, then suddenly he sneezed. When he did he blew the whole lab to pieces. It appeared that the machine had mixed windy powers with his DNA structure.

He smiled as he quickly went home and started to think of a name for himself. While thinking, he was also drew a possible costume he could use to fight crime. He finally had made a costume that was light weight so he could blew himself into the air and fly with. He also thought of a name – Blow-boy, also know as B-boy.

B-boy was now ready to fight crime and fight along side The Phantom Futa. Still he has to find her first and who knows how she will react when they first meet . . .

I saw all the amazing art people had made on your side and decided to make my own with a new story to it. I’m not as good as all the other artists I see on the site, but maybe people can make it better and perhaps continue with my idea.

The art I used was:

B-Boy: Teen Titans (Robin)
The Phantom Futa: Josie Purr
Background: Deviantart Artist – TV-Show

- The Phantom Futa Fan

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Amber and Dr. Shakti were still pretty hard after the whole penis test and despite ejaculating only a few minutes ago their balls were again full of sperm ready to burst out. It was too dangerous for both of them to stay inside the lab but there was way they could sneak away to a hotel. They had to do it now, their cocks have been twitching like mad.

An idea struck Shakti and grabbed Amber by the hand and took her to the rooftop. That place was safe (unless you count any possible perverts peeking with binoculars!)

“You ass… I so want to fuck that tight ass..!” Amber shouted and quickly unzipped her pants to reveal her newly acquired veiny shaft once again. With a quick thrust she penetrated Shati’s warm asshole and proceed to enjoy it. “I am gonna pump your ass… full of cum…!”

Shakti could feel her intestine filled with the massive meat, going in and out like a piston, grinding the cock with each thrust. Her own caramel-colored penis was now dangling around uncontrollably, reacting to the cold breeze on the rooftop and becoming more stiff every second. Amber pushed so deep now that her testicles would almost rub Shakti’s own sperm sack, while the doctor tightened her muscles to squeeze everything out of Amber.

“Does it feel good, miss Amber? Fucking assholes with your new cock? Now you know why men are always horny around us!”

“Oh shit!!! Yes.. yes!!! Doctor… your ass feels so good… if you keep doing this I will…!!!”

“Yes! Cum! Fill my dirty asshole with your semen now! Learn how to use the full potential of this thick cock!”

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Amber began filling Shakti’s insides with warm cum. Her ejaculation was so massive that Shakti felt her belly filling with the love cream. That sensation was too much for her to handle and soon her own shaft started twitching and a long thick rope of sperm burst out of her urethra up in the sky, creating a lovely white line.

Amber felt dizzy and numb. “Uaah…. I am cumming… so much cum…. having a cock feels so good…”

“Especially if you use it to violate tight assholes, right?” Shakti commented with a grin. “Whoever is going to get that piece of meat sure is lucky”

They both felt exhausted and their cocks soon became flaccid again. Suddenly Shakti jumped with a worried look on her face. For a moment she thought that some stranger was looking at them from a nearby roof. Did she imagined that or was someone there? She looked like a girl, but then again, why did she moaned as if she was ejaculating semen after intense masturbation???

Only time will tell…!

- MasterChefGuy

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Twas the day of giving, the day of Christmas. A day where all put aside their differences and celebrate with gifts of joy, gifts of love, and gifts of the most erotic of pleasure known to man. But for now before I continue lets visit two naughty heroines as they celebrate together as even hero’s need to take a break for the holidays as well. Both of these heroines in their skimp holiday wear showing off their prized assets in which they dangle about as each girl was soon finish handing each other gifts.

From tight revealing outfits, to the common and also revealing hero garments for patrol. To gifts of dildos and sexual toys, to butt plugs and anal beads. And also gifts of pure erotic delight.

But then their eyes shift towards the table. A table decorated in Christmas glee as well as some few mentions of Christmas flavored condom and eggnog flavored lube. Both Phantom and Liberty notice a note as well with some milk and cookies, but as they read the note in which smelled of fresh pine but also of wet and delicious cunt they couldn’t help but to wonder. To wonder how someone was able to come in with out their notice, and also who would love such delicious milk and cookies even though looking back at the fireplace in which they had their own milk and cookies resting for Santa on top. As they both grabbed a glass soon taking a sip tasting it warm and delicious cream to slide down their throats, as Phantom and Liberty continue to drink the glass of milk soon noticing just how much delicious it was even when finishing the glass.

Bodies feeling hot and not by the warm fire, both girls cocks now erected and throbbing soon leaking globs of pre. Liberty and Phantom was soon press against each other from their huge and massive tits pressing against one another, from their long and powerful cocks of justice rubbing and sliding their thick pre against one another. Their hotly breath from their moans as they soon could barely control themselves as if something or someone was controlling them. Both their hands could barely contain themselves rubbing, stroking, kneading and soon fingering ever part before a voice was ringing in their heads a voice all too familiar. “If you two sluts are done with this enticing show. I believe i have the perfect gift just for you two!” As both heroines soon turn their head to see the Milk Mistress in their home sitting and bare, only wearing a Santa cap and some small green thong her impressive and massive round and gravity defying breast leaking that addictive milk that she is so well known for rapidly leaking from those mounds down to the floor.

With only a lick from her lips and a motion of her fingers the Milk Mistress soon command her new slaves towards her as both heroines couldn’t contain themselves already at the Milk Mistress nipples sucking and drinking as much milk as they can. Both girls tugging and sucking those fat inhuman size nipples as tho their was infants once again. And Milk Mistress just moaning and biting her lips for pleasure. As her milk her addictive milk flow by the gallons and down the now submissive hero’s throats. Both hero’s sub coming to their captor whims. And also know affect of Milk Mistress powerful milk, in which soon Phantom Futa and Lady Liberty was producing vast amounts of cum. Even though these two naughty heroes are well known just for that as well. And those huge globs of cum was dripping all over the hot chocolate cookies covering them in a white glaze in which Milk Mistress pic one up, one with the most cum on it as she took a whiff of it, enjoying the salty and yet smell from it and the taste was just as divine as she swallow the cookie, taking her time to enjoy the sensation it gives it. “Mmmm…you heroes are so fun to play with, and you two i love playing with the most. But don’t worry this is my gift to the both of you and soon i’ll be receiving the most precious gift from you two soon!” As Milk Mistress looked down at those growing hard cocks, leaking with that delicious cum that fills her wants while her hands caress both girls as if they were her very own children. And all Phantom Futa and Lady Liberty can do is just drink and drink of that addictive milk.

“Now my two little elves how about you join Santa Milk in some yule time fun!” Milk Mistress said as she soon collared and leash her two new super slaves as she finish the cum covered cookies with a lick her lips tasting the mixture of cum and chocolate. “Now time to see who’s next on my list of naughty heroes to visit, and also my two little elves. Your mistress need you to keep that yummy cum flow for me!” Milk Mistress said as she soon hope on her sleigh with the two heroes now at her command and pulled from their leash as they set off to captor more and more heroes for the Milk Mistress.

So to one and to all, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

And also if you’re naughty, you might get a visit from Santa Milk and her two huge cocked elves.

Story by Purgy ~ Furaffinity
Art by Idlecil ~ Hentai Foundry

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Brock was surprised to see this big titted alien in front of him, aggressively throwing him on the bed.

“Were you expecting someone else? A boy perhaps?” Pandora asked with a smirk on her face. The exotic alien revealed her big and soft pair of breasts and quickly placed Brock’s erect penis between them.

“Look at you!” Pandora sounded frustrated. “Having such a thick cock…. it’s such a shame to use it only on other males…! Hmpf! Dressed like a girl!? I need to teach you a couple of things, …boy!”

She began rubbing his shaft more fiercely now that her tits were so wet by his precum and her own saliva.

A bulge appeared between her legs. “Crap… This Sirian Dress is so uncomfortable….”

Before Pandora could say anything else, a huge erect penis with a glowing bulbous dripping glans popped out. Brock was shocked to see that this exotic alien woman wasn’t so different from him. His own penis began to grow more from ecstasy and his hips moved fasted.

“Uh… Pandora!? You have one too…?! Can I …. have it?”

But Pandora began sucking the tip of his penis harder with an annoyed expression. “No! You don’t get to do anything!!! First I need to teach your dirty cock how to treat a girl! If you learn how to satisfy me then perhaps….”

Pandora continued stroking Brock’s penis between her large and soft breasts, making all kinds of lewd sounds.

However, Brock was secretly enjoying Pandora’s abusive behavior. He loved all these restrictions in a masochistic way. Soon he was gonna explode from pleasure from Pandora’s amazing titfuck.

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Brock couldn’t last for too long. His hips moved faster as his cock was going in and out of Pandora’s mouth while grinding it between her soft, smeared with precum and saliva. tits. With a loud moan Brock felt his testicles emptying at full speed, releasing a thick load all over the exotic alien.

At the same time, Pandora couldn’t hold either and as she was moving her own pelvis, rubbing her own shaft on the bed, suddenly another thick rope of cup was shot out of her sensitive urethra. She began swallowing the cum and even picking up some of her, from the stained sheets, and licking them with lust.

Brock was getting hard again just watching Pandora’s cum covered breasts and her own cock hanging there between her legs. The alien jumped all over Brock with a devilish smile.

“I guess it’s Round 2…”

- MasterChefGuy

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When the Phantom Futa needs to get information about the latest activities of Freedom City’s criminal underworld, there are a multitude of resources she can call upon. She has her sidekick Hiro Hwang’s vast online connections, contacts in local and federal law enforcement, and even a few other superheroes she’s worked with over the years.

But sometimes, in order to find the information she needs, she has to go right to the criminals themselves.

Luckily her crimefighting efforts have caused a huge demand for costumed strippers and “escorts”. After all there is no end to the number of gangsters, convicts and assorted thugs who would like to work out their frustrations by sexually dominating the heroine who so frequently foils their schemes and tosses them in prison.

Ironically this works out in the Phantom Futa’s favor. All she has to do is change into her skimpiest bikini, walk into the seediest nightclub she can find and no one suspects a thing. As she shakes her ass, boobs and cock for the crowd she discretely eavesdrops on the conversations of the criminals around her.

And although she tries to tell herself that her reasons for doing these erotic dance routines is strictly so she can gather valuable intelligence, she can’t help but get a slight thrill at the feel of so many eyes on her. As her balls rub against the stripper pole and her hard-on strains against her thong she struggles to keep her balls from unloading a geyser of cum all over her admirers, certain that if she were to let loose with one of her signature jizz-gushing orgasms her cover would instantly be blown.

But as the night drags on, the pressure builds and builds and builds…

- Rexxon

Art by Captainjerkpants ~ Hentai Foundry

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“Six-hundred fifty-five. Six-hundred…oooh…fifty-six. Uhhh…Shit….Six-hundred and fifty…fifty-seven…”

The Phantom Futa struggled to concentrate on her counting and not the boiling heat in her groin or the aching sensitivity of her shaft. She kept her gaze fixed upwards towards one of the overhead lights. She made certain not to look down at her balls which were hugely swollen with their thick creamy contents or her cock which was an alarming shade of red and covered in bulging veins.

The nubile heroine had positioned herself before a strange contraption that was bolted into the wooden floor of her private workout room. Her body rested on a cushioned pad while her legs were splayed wide apart to allow entry for a thick purple dildo. A compact but powerful piston drove the dildo back and forth in a perfectly steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her pussy with mechanical precision.

“Six-hundred…six-hundred fifty-eight. Six-hundred fifty-nine…”

Once word had hit the streets that she would be temporarily depowered after an orgasm, it seemed every supervillain was doing something to take advantage of her superhuman sex drive. After the latest near-miss with one of her enemies, she had decided it was time to work towards eliminating her weakness.

“Six-hundred sixty-two…Six-hundred sixty-three…”

Every twenty or so strokes, the piston would push a little further and a little bit more of the dildo would slip past her moist folds and into her channel. The change was so small as to be almost imperceptible to the eye, but for the Phantom Futa’s hypersensitive pussy, every millimeter felt like a whole foot.

“Six-hundred sixty-eight…Six-hundred sixty-nine…Six-hundred seven-”

The Phantom Futa bit her lower lip and her whole frame shuddered as she struggled to restrain herself. But all her self-control crumbled before the immense pressure that was welling up in her balls.

Finally she could hold out no longer.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed, raw frustration and need thick in her voice. Her pussy clamped down hard on the dildo with a moist squelch and the faint sound of crumpling plastic could be heard as superhuman muscles crushed the plastic phallus.

There was a pair of sharp snaps as the plastic bands around her cock tore apart. Freed of its restraints, her cock spewed a torrent of jizz into the air. Her cum flew in thick milky streamers, glinting in the harsh white lights of the workout room before falling back down to earth.

The Phantom Futa laid there panting heavily as the deluge of cum splattered over her, covering her body in criss-crossing lines of hot white seed.

Slowly, her senses returned to her. Shaking her head to shake off the warm tingling of her post-orgasm haze the Phantom Futa realized her failure.

With a snarl, she yanked the dildo free of its mounting and inspected it. The front end of the shaft had been compacted into a gnarled, twisted shape. It resembled a piece of modern art more than a sex toy.

“Dammit, I was so close! One away from beating my last record,” the Phantom Futa growled angrily.

She stood up on shaky legs and unsteadily wobbled her way to a small storage closet. The soft pattering of cum dripping off her glistening body and trickling out of her pussy went ignored.

Inside the closet, arranged neatly on a shelf were several dozen dildos, identical to the one she held in her hand. After discarding the old one, the Phantom Futa grabbed a fresh dildo and returned to her workout machine.

With an ease born from repetition, the Phantom Futa slotted the new dildo into place and laid herself back down onto the pad. She braced herself with one hand while the other switched on the machine and then guided the fat head of the shaft towards her netherlips.

As her arousal flared up again, her regenerative powers began kicking in, restoring her stretched hole to almost virginal tightness. Wincing slightly as the large member entered her once-again snug channel, the Phantom Futa resumed her workout.

“One…..two….three….”

- Rexxon

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There are two elephants in the room that need to be addressed before my introduction can begin:

1. The Phantom Futa, as you imagine her, doesn’t appear in this tale at all.

2. There won’t be sex scenes in every chapter.

Now that those are out of the way—Damn, you’ve given up on me already, haven’t you? Well, for those of you who are still here, welcome to Act I of my little trilogy dedicated to our favorite perversion! It’s hard for me to believe that I was only two weeks in to knowing about Futanari Obsession’s existence when I decided to embark on this grand endeavor. The most unfortunate set up of the website had me looking at everything in reverse so I was slowly watching the Phantom submerge from a fully developed character to a random pin-up girl. When I got to her official biography I was very intrigued by the character and knew that this was one that deserved to be fleshed out.

Because I had looked at every single last post on the website before starting, I was aware that Futa Fan and Rexxon were working with someone to create a four page comic and I certainly didn’t want to step on its toes (though given the shafting they took, I see better now more than ever I had nothing to worry about), but I knew that I wanted to contribute to this site by showing, not where she currently is, but instead how she got here. I wanted to tell her origin story the only way I’m able to: through the written word.

When I originally approached Futa Fan with this idea, he was very excited about it and I can only hope that this series of books will live up to his (and your!) expectations. My contact with him was short lived, however, as he quickly passed me on to Rexxon, whom I’ve been dealing with very heavily on this project. I gave the source material great respect and in return he gave me unfathomable leeway to tell this story however I wanted with very few objections.

My take on this wonderful character was to ground her in reality (as is the common method of our day), but not in the gritty sense, seeing as she’s the Phantom Futa and not Batman, no matter how much mainstream Hollywood would like all superheroes to be like him! There are some dark aspects, but they’re treated well and don’t encompass the overall story. If I’ve done my job right, this is a superhero that not only is identifiable but inspirational as well, for it’s her footsteps you will be walking in.

Realism is a very heavy element of this story and I’ve done my best to make everything as real and as accurate as possible, though I must admit that there are some things I don’t know if I got completely right or not, so I must therefore rely on your feedback to help me sleep a little better at night! There are four main areas I’m looking to expand upon: language, college, sex, and girls.

When I have characters speak in a foreign language, I was forced to use an online translator as I don’t know anyone who speaks the language, so if any of you speak the language used and see that I’ve completely raped it from both ends and threw it into a meat grinder, please contact me and give me the more accurate phrasing. This is especially true for Cockney as I don’t speak that at all!

As far as college is concerned, I’ve never been to one so I have no idea what the day-to-day routine of a student looks like, so I’m looking for new information on that as well as any corrections to what I have down already. If you’re interested on filling me in, please contact me.

As far as the sex is concerned, I didn’t throw in sex scenes for the sake of having them—each one is either organic or drives the plot somehow, and hopefully I’ve conveyed them accurately (Feedback, ladies!). Also, all sex scenes have been labeled for quick access for your convenience!

And as far as girls are concerned, I especially want feedback from you ladies out there on how well I’ve expressed all of the women in this novel. I did my best to treat them as personalities first and women second, but if you see something inaccurate within the context of this work, please for the love of God let me know! Even though I have both a mother and a sister, I am still a man and therefore will never completely understand the womanly aspect of things. I did my best to stay away from all of the stupid tropes that befall women in all of our current media—Jennifer is damaged, but not helpless (Hell no is she not helpless!). She’s intelligent but not nerdy/geeky/insert-whatever-here. She’s emotional but not ruled by her emotions. She’s no saint—a bit prone to lying—but she no devil, either; she just is. And the rest of the women I hope are just as well off, especially since none of them trip or stumble around!

I began typing this novel on May 21, 2013 and I can’t believe I’ve had it done in under four months! Especially given what all I’ve somehow managed to pack into this narrative! Over the course of the next three acts, I hope to do more than just turn you on and get you off: I hope to challenge your intellect by questioning the world we live in and most of all, send you on a wild ride that harmonizes reality with the fantastic. If I can successfully do this for you, I can die very happily. There is plenty of hidden content within this book—some more overt than others—which lends this story to be read more than once. I hope you have as much fun discovering them as I did putting them in! If you think you’ve found some well-hidden content that’s been buried within these pages, contact me and I’ll let you know if you’re on the right track or not!

But enough of my rambling; you’ve downloaded this file to see the Phantom at work—get started already!

- Robert Underwood

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