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Zavaya
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2021
The Misfits. It was a fitting name for the shop. The rainbow flag and the graffiti paintings in the window were a clue as to what kind of shop it was. LGBTQ. And everybody else. Futanari's included. Nobody really knew how they happened. The first one recorded was now a little over 30 years old, leading some to believe it was just a next step in evolution.
Futa's were female but with male sex organs. Unlike hermaphrodites, Futa's also had increased stamina, strength and a very high pain limit. The increased sex drive was never proven but according to some it was very true. Still, they were different and as with everything that is different, some people accept them, others don't.
Which is why Alexandra Winters had kept it a secret that she was a futanari. Mostly by bravado. Being the alpha female in whatever group she was in meant very little questions. Having been raised in foster care also meant she never stayed long in any given location, helping her stay under the radar.
She was now in her last year of school, a place she had been at for three years almost, longer than anywhere else. The big city suited her though. Anonymity meant the world to Alex. The other way to hide what she really was, was a cage. A cock cage to be exact. She was well hung, like most futanari's. Easily bigger than most guys, which meant it would be all too easy to give away her secret due to some wardrobe malfunction. So while out in public, she kept it caged.
For three years everything had been fine until recently she heard what went on, allegedly, behind the facade of The Misfits. A futa heaven where they could be themselves. Talk about it but also, more importantly for Alex, get some relief. Fucking a fleshlight or whatever toy had become frustrating years ago and that frustration grew by the day. So if something really happened in The Misfits, maybe it was worth paying a visit.
It was well outside the area where she lived so she felt sort of safe, although there was always the risk of being recognised in the back of her mind. Wearing some oversized sweatpants and a hoodie, she had left the cage at home, leaving it all hanging freely in the shorts she wore underneath.
Every time she thought about what potentially lay in store for her, she had to use all her willpower to stop her erection and by the time she stepped through the front door, she was frustrated and tired.
Inside it felt a bit like a game shop. People playing games, painting, reading, chatting, nothing to indicate that what she had been told was true. Was this a mistake? Maybe she shouldn't have come. Before she could turn and leave though, a shop clerk approached her asking if they could help her.
"I… No, I think I was misinformed."
She turned around and headed for the door but after one step, feeling the ache inside her loins, she faced back at the clerk.
"They say there's a futanari… health clinic… here. Is that true?"
I'll play Alex. You'll play the shop clerk/owner/anything you wish. I'd like plenty of drama to be involved. We can make it romantic, or dark and gritty or anything in between. I'm open for a lot. We can discuss things to fit us both but I'm not going to water the essence down until nothing is left. It works, or it doesn't. No hard feelings
Futa's were female but with male sex organs. Unlike hermaphrodites, Futa's also had increased stamina, strength and a very high pain limit. The increased sex drive was never proven but according to some it was very true. Still, they were different and as with everything that is different, some people accept them, others don't.
Which is why Alexandra Winters had kept it a secret that she was a futanari. Mostly by bravado. Being the alpha female in whatever group she was in meant very little questions. Having been raised in foster care also meant she never stayed long in any given location, helping her stay under the radar.
She was now in her last year of school, a place she had been at for three years almost, longer than anywhere else. The big city suited her though. Anonymity meant the world to Alex. The other way to hide what she really was, was a cage. A cock cage to be exact. She was well hung, like most futanari's. Easily bigger than most guys, which meant it would be all too easy to give away her secret due to some wardrobe malfunction. So while out in public, she kept it caged.
For three years everything had been fine until recently she heard what went on, allegedly, behind the facade of The Misfits. A futa heaven where they could be themselves. Talk about it but also, more importantly for Alex, get some relief. Fucking a fleshlight or whatever toy had become frustrating years ago and that frustration grew by the day. So if something really happened in The Misfits, maybe it was worth paying a visit.
It was well outside the area where she lived so she felt sort of safe, although there was always the risk of being recognised in the back of her mind. Wearing some oversized sweatpants and a hoodie, she had left the cage at home, leaving it all hanging freely in the shorts she wore underneath.
Every time she thought about what potentially lay in store for her, she had to use all her willpower to stop her erection and by the time she stepped through the front door, she was frustrated and tired.
Inside it felt a bit like a game shop. People playing games, painting, reading, chatting, nothing to indicate that what she had been told was true. Was this a mistake? Maybe she shouldn't have come. Before she could turn and leave though, a shop clerk approached her asking if they could help her.
"I… No, I think I was misinformed."
She turned around and headed for the door but after one step, feeling the ache inside her loins, she faced back at the clerk.
"They say there's a futanari… health clinic… here. Is that true?"
I'll play Alex. You'll play the shop clerk/owner/anything you wish. I'd like plenty of drama to be involved. We can make it romantic, or dark and gritty or anything in between. I'm open for a lot. We can discuss things to fit us both but I'm not going to water the essence down until nothing is left. It works, or it doesn't. No hard feelings