Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara-Lynn's stomach grumbled, waking her. Stretching her legs out from under the covers and over the edge of the bed, she crawled backwards onto the bedroom floor. Her blond hair was a total mess from being rubbed against the sides of her pillow/duvet nest all night – she pulled it back roughly and yawned, stretching like a cat on the floor.

Her stomach rumbled again and she curled into a ball, wincing at her hunger pangs. She hadn't eaten since dinner last night.

To bed she wore a loose black tee-shirt as a night shirt – one of Rafe's old ones, so it hung well below her knees when she was standing. Curled up on the floor she could pull it over her knees and fit her entire body inside the shirt, and did so, snuggling up in the dark for a few more minutes, listening to Rafe breathing in the bed above her.

Her knees were pressing up against her swollen, tender breasts. She needed to be milked, and was leaking, creating dark little blotches on her tee-shirt. Her penis – hard from sleep – pressed against her thighs and breasts as she pressed into her little ball wrapped in her tee-shirt. It needed to be milked too, but this need was less severe – if she ignored it, it would go away, at least until she had breakfast. Poking her legs out of her tee-shirt, she sat up and crawled over to the dresser she shared with Rafe. The bottom two drawers were hers. She opened her bottom drawer. Rafe had put several pairs of freshly bought socks, still in their plastic wrappers. She took all of these out and took them with her as she exited their bedroom, padding barefoot down the hallway to the stairs.

She hated wearing shoes and socks, it was her own personal quirk, having nothing to do with her pubescent transformation into a futa during the plague years. As a child she had always hated wearing shoes, it made her feet sweat and her hands feel clammy. Last semester she had gotten in trouble for just wearing sandals without socks to class, and for wearing no socks or shoes in gym class.

Walking down stairs, into the living room, she saw that, next to Rafe's shoes sitting by the front door, were her tennis shoes and sandals, which Rafe must have dug out of the trash where Sara had put them. She picked these up as well.

In the kitchen, she turned on the light and looked into the garbage can. She had taken out the trash last night – when she had thrown out her shoes and sandals. There was a new bag in the can with only one item in it: the skirt from her school uniform. With a huff, she pulled this out and draped it over her shoulder, and dropped her shoes, sandals and the new, unpackaged socks into the garbage in their place. She brushed her palms against each other satisfyingly, happy with her statement, and draped her skirt over a chair at the kitchen table, padding her way barefoot over to the stove to make breakfast.

By 6:52 she had Rafe's breakfast complete and waiting for him on the kitchen table. She had laid out a large plate with English-baked beans on buttered toast, fried red salted tomatoes, warm slices of lean ham with apple-sauce, three sunny-side-up eggs with hot-sauce and warm flaky potato-cakes made from leftover mashed potatoes. Now bored waiting for Rafe to wake up, she padded into the garage and threw her tee-shirt in the dirty-clothes hamper by the washing machine and padded, now naked, back into the kitchen and began squeezing some fresh orange juice for both of them while munching, half-heartedly on some celery sticks. It was hard for her to digest normal food anymore, since she had turned fourteen, at the height of the plague. Her taste-buds had changed too, and normal food, while still smelling good, no longer tasted palatable to futas, nor did it digest well or bear many nutrients. Celery, which neither had much taste or many nutrients anyway, was still a good fibrous filler to munch on. Juices, especially acidic beverages like citrus juice, still tasted okay and bore some useful vitamins.

On the table, sitting next to the neatly folded napkin and fork, was a list of the new semester's dress code booklet, turned to page four and five, with sections highlighted in bright neon pink.

It was the first day of the new semester this morning.

Page four explained the new policy regarding futa uniforms, that, in the spirit of the new permissiveness laws, "designed to encourage repopulation of the nation" (having lost nearly eighty percent of the population of the Earth during the plague) that the school's uniform was now changed for futa and female students. Neither were allowed to wear panties any longer. The longest allowable skirt length for female students was now the previously recommended skirt length, two inches above the knees. Futas were not allowed to wear skirts at all any longer. This had been controversial and was seen by many to not be in the spirit of the permissiveness laws, originally seen as added protections for the wellbeing and safety of futas, was now seen as dangerous, harmful and exploitative to them. Not only would this leave futa students completely bottomless, it would expose those girls who had previously been able to conceal the fact that they were futas – Sara-Lynn included.

Her only consolation was that she now, according to her interpretation of the rules, no longer had to wear shoes and socks either. On page five, it stated mundane things like length of socks, colours permissible, etc. But, near the bottom of the page, under where it now stated sandals were now allowed, with or without socks, it now stated "but while sandals, or going barefoot, are not preferred or recommended, it is permissible on school grounds, in class and at school functions." Sara-Lynn had highlighted the whole passage, and underlined the "or going barefoot" part in blue ink for Rafe to see.

After setting a glass of fresh orange juice at his place at the table, Sara heard Rafe coming down the stairs and, quickly checking to make sure she didn't have any food or juice pulp on her naked body, she struck a coy, seductive pose by the kitchen counter, in full view of the door to the living room. She had pulled her platinum hair back and tied it, and her penis, which had become soft during cooking, was now stiff and tall again, exposing her hairless vagina beneath – knowing her appearance would make Rafe rock hard when he came down stairs and saw her. She couldn't help but smile, her anxieties about the new dress policy momentarily forgotten as she pictured the look on Rafe's sleepy face.

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe yawned a bit as he headed down, pulling his hair up into a pony tail as per the school regulations regarding mens hair. He hated waking up so early. Given the sexual permissiveness of the new world after the plague, the huge tent he was pitching in his sweat pants was no big deal. It seemed sexuality had become so much more mainstream than when he was a child. It was a new world and part of it was a little offsetting. He looked at Sara and smiled just a bit before his face was dreary again. "I hate waking up so early for school..." He commented wryly and then sat down, frowning a bit. "No sausage...?" Sara's regulated cooking often limited what he could eat and sometimes he did his own shopping on the side and picked up items her liked that she didn't necessarily want him eating. Breakfast sausage was one of them, but he hadn't gotten any in a while.

He sighed and started to eat, looking at her. "I'm not gonna do anything until after I eat...cumming feels a lot better on a full stomach, you have a feeling of utter satisfaction. All your needs are fulfilled in that brief moment. We can do it in the shower if you like." Sometimes their relationship felt so business-like. Or like one of them was keeping the other as a pet. He hated that feeling, the lack of emotional connection that seemed to have become so commonplace with sexuality. To Rafe, sex without emotion was empty, dry, and just felt wrong. "So..." He started softly as he looked at the new school regulations. "You nervous?" The controversial new laws were put into place as a result of the new Progressive Movement. It was a political movement that sought to forge a new world with a focus set upon rebuilding society and all other priorities, including morality and individual rights were secondary. The Progressive Movement was seen as the new Liberalism, it was composed of people who, although they wanted a return to the old, were willing to make leaps and jumps over and around issues that people usually saw as Liberal territory, such as the rights of people and the rights of minority groups. To them, the new Futanari gender were the key to getting society back on track.

Opposing them were a number of minority movements such as the Masculinist Movement, which sought to protect the rights of the male gender against perceived threats, especially since most men were sterile now and their place in society was seen as threatened. The fear was they might suffer becoming second-class citizens in legal and societal terms and might face discrimination. Another new political force was the Futanari Movement which sought to carve out a place in society for the newly arisen gender and to put legal protection on them and their needs. They were hotly opposed to the new Permissiveness Laws.

Rafe quietly ate as he watched Sara for a moment. The idea of moving out and breaking up what they had going here had crossed his mind before, but usually when he thought about it, something came up that made him realize her dependent she was upon him, and his compassionate nature took over and he couldn't bear to do that before. For now, he would remain silent as he finished his food. "Thanks, that was delicious..." He heartily gulped down the orange juice. One of his favorite drinks. He smirked and reached out to her, gripping her nipples and tugged a bit, milking her like he would a cow into his empty glass.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Good moooorning!" she said as he entered the kitchen, jumping up and down, her arms out wide, displaying her body to him. She was rewarded by her showmanship by a slight smile on his face. She saw his cock twitch slightly, which made her just as happy as seeing him smile, and her mouth watered slightly with a tingling of glands.

His smile, like always, was short-lived. "I hate waking up so early for school..." he said as he sat down. Sara gripped her hands behind her back, locking her arms straight, swaying from side to side impatiently, pushing her chest out. "No sausage...?" she heard him say.

"It makes you tastes like... burnt stuff," she pouted.

He sighed and began to eat, looked up at her, watching him eat expectantly, grinning pleadingly. "I'm not gonna do anything until after I eat...cumming feels a lot better on a full stomach, you have a feeling of utter satisfaction. All your needs are fulfilled in that brief moment. We can do it in the shower if you like."

"Hmmmm..." she groaned, stepping back, watching him eat.

"So..." he said, looking over her conveniently placed guidelines. "You nervous?"

"Mmmm... terrified," she muttered. "But... I'll be okay... so long as you're there with me." All but their last class was together and so long as she could hold off trips to the bathroom between classes, or made sure Rafe could come with her. Somehow, there were always girls roving the hallways waiting for a futa to make a dash for the bathroom, ready to catch them and haul them into the women's room where they would be gagged and...

"Thanks, that was delicious..."

His compliment snapped her out of her silent worry. "Thank you!" she smiled, leaning over him to get directly into his field of view. "Agh!" she jumped as he gripped her nipple and gave it a hard yank. She bit her lip, hating having her breasts handled roughly, but knowing she needed to be milked before school and wanting to ingratiate herself to her protector. Maybe he would let her feed off of him in the kitchen under the table rather than all wet in the shower if she didn't say anything. He milked her left breast into his empty glass, and she angled her body to accommodate him. "Umm... ugh..." she had to stutter stop her words to get them out as he tugged and released, tugged and released. "Umm... do... ugh, do you think... I could suckle you... here today... pleeease?"

 

[runawayninja]

He smirked with a confident air and gulped down the sweet, warm, thick milk. "Ahh...just like mother used to make." He grinned a bit, enjoying and relishing saying dirty things like that and sometimes, he enjoyed degrading her a bit. He had a dark and dominant side to him. And it was about to show itself as he propped himself up on the table and sat back on the table. "If my baby girl is such a horny thing, so slutty that she can't even control he desire for my big cock..."

He gave her an arrogant smirk as he slowly worked down is boxers and sweatpants, groaning out a bit as his huge, giant cock hit the cold morning air. It was hot and hard, the shaft pulsing with need. He slowly slid a hand down along its length and caressed along his own massive balls, looking at her. "Suck me, sweetie...do it..."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Her stomach grumbling, Sara pressed both fists together and pressed them both against her lips, trying not to laugh and jump up and down with excitement. She cleared her throat and settled down. "Yes, sir, I'm a horny little slut and there's no excuse for me. I'm completely irredeemable," she said solemnly, even as she stepped up on the chair and squatted down on it, leaning over the table and Rafe's legs, resting her upper body on his thighs, nuzzling her nose and cheek against his huge shaft lovingly, smelling his musky sweet odour. She took hold of his cock with both hands and kissed the head tenderly, stroking the shaft with both hands, breathing on it, sighing warmly and longingly into his lap.

She parted her lips and slid them, hot and wet, mouth watering, over his cock-head, down his impressively thick shaft, scraping his sensitive head against the roof of her mouth, her soft pallet, her tongue lashing and wriggling against the underside of his shaft. She was still sliding her lips down his shaft. Her jaw was as wide as it would go, and her teeth were starting to scrape against the shaft of his penis, so tight was the fit as she continued to slide down toward the base. She sucked air in through her nose, taking a good lung-full of air as the head of his shaft passed into the top of her throat, her throat and tonsils pressing its warm, wet red flesh around his cock tightly as she forced it into her throat, jiggling the back of her tongue against it, tightening her throat around it, pulsating the muscle around it tightly. Her lips kissed the base of his cock, holding her breath and holding his entire member in her mouth and throat.

Cradling his balls in both hands, caressing and kneading them gently, her elbows resting on his thighs, she pushed herself up, sliding his cock out of her throat until the top of it was in her mouth. She sucked in her cheeks and encased half his cock in flesh in her mouth, a sighing exhale through her nose vibrating her mouth and nose with a humming that vibrated through her teeth. She inhaled and slid her head down on his cock, slipping him into her throat, held and bounced her throat around him with her tongue... sliding him back out, exhaling and vibrating his cock, sucking in her cheeks and sliding him back in, gargling his cock and holding him in her throat - in and out, in and out, up and down, gargle and hum, exhale and inhale, teasing the shaft with her teeth, grinding her tongue and cheeks into his shaft, scraping his head against the roof of her mouth.

She loved listening to him moan and sigh with pleasure, talk dirty to her and calling her a glutenous whore - the dirtier he talked to her the harder her penis became, the wetter and puffier she became. Silently, she had to admit to herself she was a whore for degradation - she loved to be seen as an object, a nobody below consideration or notice: it made her feel safe to be simultaneously owned and protected and invisible and un-threatening. Plus it made her hot and tingly.

Men were no longer able to get women pregnant, like futas could, but what they could do was produce, nutritious hot wet food for futas in huge amounts - sometimes a pint and a half per load (if they saved it up). Suckling Rafe twice a day, she knew he averaged about two to three cups per load. She sucked and sucked and sucked, caressing his balls, squeezing his shaft, her mouth and throat becoming hotter and more insistent with effort. She felt him twitching... and increased her efforts, her mouth watering, creating a stream of saliva that dribbled down his balls onto the table... "Mmmmmmgh...!" she moaned around his cock, begging him... her stomach grumbled, begging her...

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe grunted out and gasped, leaning back. The pleasure was intense and almost too much to bear. It was a blast on his senses and an assault on his grip onto sanity and his connection to reality. She had become a practiced expert in this. So much so that it wasn't just some feeding session, it became something to be experienced. Though he was possessed of confused feelings about their relationship, something that he badly wanted to know, he was afraid of things changing. What they had was strange, at least to him, but it worked for the time being. He wasn't sure what he wanted more than this, only certain that he did. He moaned out, his legs wrapping around her back, his feet rubbing her back softly as she sucked and serviced him.

He gasped and moaned loudly, not really caring if anyone heard him, but certain that no one did. "Do it...do it slut." Rafe, in his mind, was in fact certain she wasn't. She was a nice, kind thing, a creature both timid and gentle. She inspired the protector in him. The guardian that had to protect the small songbird that Sara was. Yet, degrading her, seeing her suck his cock with such utter abandon, and giving in to his dark dominant desires filled him with such utter pleasure, it was addicting. He continued to utter out totally demeaning and degrading phrases at her, feeling it pierce into his hear and soul with the liquid ecstasy of raw, utter, unfiltered, and unrestrained pleasure. "Fuck...yes! Suck my cock, baby girl, suck me off...mindless, dumb little whore that you are..."

Rafe roared out and rolled his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into her as he exploded into her, filling her mouth and throat with his hot, thick seed. Every time he came, he felt such pleasure, the joy of having fed Sara, but also the reminder of the curse of his gender now, and what the virus has done to him. He moaned out and kept thrusting until all of his seed was expended into her and he smiled a bit, caressing her cheek. "Feel better now?" He hopped down and intended to jump into the shower.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara's passionate suckling was rewarded when Rafe began tensing and and thrashing, digging his heels into her back and thrusting his hips up into her face a pre-plague-era woman would have been choked or suffocated by the sheer immensity of Rafe's cock being forced down her throat, but Sara's anatomy was sufficiently altered to allow her to keep breathing through her nose as she swallowed hot, creamy eruptions of cum that gushed into her out of Rafe's loins. So much of modern men's metabolic processes went into producing their semen - it was practically liquid bread the way it was loaded down with complex sugars and protein, it was thick, viscous and white, and tasted like ambrosia to a modern futa (as it was practically the only thing their tastebuds reacted favorably to anymore).

The rich, creamy liquid was nearly scalding as it poured into Sara's throat, and, as Rafe's thrashing thrusts died down, Sara backed her head up to catch the last spurts of it in her mouth, tasting his delicious bouquet of cum - tasting like lemon grass, mint and bacon all rolled up together as she splashed it hot and musky around her mouth, parting her lips wide around his cock, actual steam rose from her gaping smile, pulling him out of her mouth completely, she licked and lapped at his penis until it was clean and she had swallowed every last nourishing drop of his cock's bounty.

Her stomach felt swollen and distended with food, having quickly been squeezed full of over a liter of hot, creamy liquid in only a few seconds - rather than hurting, her body naturally released endorphins, making her feel drowsy and stupidly blissful for a few moments, enhanced by the delicious caresses he gave her, running his hand on her cheek, feeling like the most delicate satiny caress of a lover, she giggled stupidly, loving him, loving life for this, their morning ritual.

"Feel better now?" he said, moving out from under her and making her giggle again. She rolled over and let him get up, rubbing her bloated tummy.

"Oooooh God... I feeel sooooo... goooood..." she was dopey with pleasure, her penis rock hard in front of her, her vagina red and dripping. She loved hearing him debase her, and coupled with the extreme pleasure of feeding, she couldn't help but reach down and play with her genitals, stroking her penis and digging four fingers into her puss. "Call me your dumb little whore again - call me your cock sucking parasite slut... uuughh..." she hated herself for not being able to control herself when she fed, for how needy she was with Rafe, feeding off his body, wasting his time, demanding sex and debasement - but she couldn't help herself, and she couldn't bear the thought of going to other men to satisfy her needs. It was so personal, so intimate, so primal she felt a spiritual connection to Rafe, like they shared the same life essence, like they were part of the same organism - made for each other. She also hated herself for not being able to say these things for him, not wanting to burden him with her feelings, knowing he didn't really love her, only tolerated her because he felt sorry for her, because he was a nice person and took her in like an abandoned puppy. She actually teared up a little as she stroked and fingered herself, lying on her back, naked, on the kitchen table, moaning for him mindlessly, longingly, digesting a belly-full of his cum...

"I'm sorry..." she moaned. "I'm such a useless slut... aaah... I can't help myself... please..." she rolled over on her swollen tummy, using her knees to push her bum into the air, lying on her arms as she continued to play with herself. "Please spank me, Rafe, spank your baby girl, I'm such a dirty slut, I need to be punished, aaaahhh..."

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe watched her for a moment and smiled a bit. "We're going to be late if you can't control yourself, this isn't like vacation, we can't lounge around forever." He kept his smile bright and firm as he took a hard and firm hold of her cock, being a bit rough with it as he jerked her firmly, smirking at her. "Such a bad girl, such a nasty, dirty little slut you are Sara. You're daddy's little disappointment, such a whore spreading your legs for whoever comes along." He brought a hard, firm hand down onto her ass, spanking her roughly, again and again as he jacked her off. "Fucking, dumb, brainless, nasty little slut you are, baby girl. Probably from getting your brains fucked out so much you bimbo."

Rafe wanted to make her cum. As much as he desired more, he realized he should be happy for what he had. She liked him, at least she seemed like she did. She treated him really well and she was a genuinely nice person, just a horny one. This is what he was protect. This is what he had to protect. His mind flashed to a time when he beat the shit out of a guy that was touching her, getting a little too familiar and fresh with her, possibly intending on raping her. She had to pull Rafe off of the guy, lest he actually commit a crime. But such was his fervor to keep his Sara safe. Women were harder to deal with. Rafe felt wrong about just engaging a woman in combat and beating the crap out of her, it looked bad and it felt bad. But he feared that someday it might come to that to keep his Sara safe.

"C'mon bitch, cum for daddy...I wanna see you cum hard like the cheap whore you are...do it, do it!"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara gasped as he took hold of her cock, pulling down on it hard. She moved her arms away from it, now on her knees and elbows, she could raise her ass even higher for when the blows started to land. Rafe was strong and his arms quick - his hands landing with a powerful meat-packing thwack that made her a little dizzy each time it landed. He would grind his palm into her butt cheek each time he connected, gripping it with his fingers roughly. Even though he kept his fingernails short and trimmed, she could feel them digging into her skin, so hard was his grip between swings. "AAH!" she cried each time he connected, punctuated by moans at his downward yank on her penis - the pain and pleasure a heady brew that sent her rocketing into her own little maschostic nirvana. "AAH! I'm ssuch a oooohh... a dirty... AAH! a dirty cow, Daddy! I'm AAH! soo terrible! Milk this dirty cow slut AAH! I'm ssuch a fucking cow slut aaaahhh...! Milk me, Daddy!"

When Rafe spanked her, Sara's ass would always be, at least, bright red for the next day or so, and sometimes, when he had a paddle or a brush, darkly bruised. She would look at her ass lovingly in the mirror, at the beautiful gift Rafe had given her, thankful for his efforts and lingering soreness it provided. Now, she thought about going to school bear-assed, being able to show everyone what beautiful job Rafe was doing keeping her - the thought drove her closer to the edge just as Rafe uttered "Cum for Daddy" which, even through her fog of ecstasy, was enough to drive her over the edge. "AAAAHH YEEESSS!!!" She came hard in spurts on the table between her knees, the splash-back wetting her tummy and thighs and breasts. She fell half over with spasms and blacked out for a moment, dully aware of the pain in her backside.

"Aaaaaaaaahhh..." she moaned, quivering, a moment later, lying there, her belly full, her ass on fire, the morning soreness in her breasts gone, lying naked in a puddle of her own filthy cum, her caretaker (her Master, in her heart of hearts) standing over her smiling. She was in heaven. "Uuuugh... I love you Daddy..." she whispered mindlessly.

 

[runawayninja]

He chuckled a bit and helped her up, cleaning her spunk up with a paper towel. "Yes, I know, you love me. C'mon we need to shower, we'll be late if we don't get a move on." Rafe helped into the shower, running some hot water over them, starting it warm and slowly increasing the heat. He liked his showers hot, and he soaped up a rag to thoroughly wash them both. He used a liberal amount of shampoo and conditioner on them both and used a bit of skin cream on Sara to keep her looking good. Much like an attentive parent or older brother, he toweled her off once they were done. Rafe then set about combing his hair, brushing his teeth, and dressing up in the school uniform. He had a navy blue blazer and slacks, the blazer containing the school's emblem on the chest pocket, and he wore a white button-up shirt beneath. He tied on some shiny black dress shoes and picked up his book bag.

At the door he called out. "C'mon Sara, we need to get going." He knew this would be a tough day for her, but he had to believe in himself. And her.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara loved being washed by others, and smiled happily as Rafe washed her hair and body, scrubbing her clean and oiling down her skin, cleaning his property to his liking. She hugged him as she stood under the hot stream of water, rinsing the soap off of them both. He dried her and she gave a little eep as he ran the slightly rough towel over her bruised bum, grinning and wiggling her butt as she looked at the red bruise in the mirror. "Thank you so much for the spanking, Daddy - it's so pretty!" she giggled, then skipped off to get dressed.

Her uniform consisted of a white shirt that came down to just below her belly button, a navy blue sweater-vest with the school emblem over her right breast. She also put on a blue belt around her waste that had a little pouch over her right hip where she kept her school idea. The buckle was blue and metallic and shiny. She wore nothing below this, no panties, no skirt and now shoes or socks. She combed her hair and stood before the mirror, looking at herself. She added a blue headband and silver anklets that Rafe had gotten for her last semester.

"C'mon, Sara, we need to get going!" Rafe called from down stairs.

"Coming!" Sara called, grabbing her book-bag and running down stairs, her charm anklets jingling slightly as she scampered down to Rafe, hugging him and then grabbing his arm with both of hers.

They left, locking the door behind them. Sara shuddered slightly, cuddling up against Rafe's side, her bare feet warmed by the sun-heated cement sidewalk, the scratchy grit brushing against the bottoms of her feet. There was a gentle breeze that she felt tingling over her bare legs and waist. Her penis hung between her thighs, totally exposed for the first time in public. She smiled, feeling free, but shuddered, feeling exposed at the same time - scared and excited. Rafe would be with her for the whole day besides the fifth period class. Everyone would see them together and know she was his to protect and that she was taken care of, that she was owned. She could feed in public, in the cafeteria, like all the other futas did. She wondered if Rafe would lend her to any of his friends - she shuddered at the thought, excited but reluctant to talk to other people she didn't know... Maybe other futas would come up to her, want to be friends... maybe women would do the same... she nuzzled up against Rafe as they walked, quashing that thought before it could work her up into a sweat. She was terrified of female girls, and wanted nothing to do with them - they only wanted her semen and her milk and didn't want her after they got what they wanted. Futas were disposable to them. For boys like Rafe, she was useful and desirable property to be cherished and protected.

"Tell me I belong to you, Daddy - just tell me I'm yours for keeps? I'm sorry for being so needy, I just need to hear it." They were crossing the street to the school.

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe smiled a bit at her and slowly reached to her, rubbing her head a bit with his free hand. "Of course...of course you belong to me." Rafe was the jealous type. He wasn't big on 'loaning' anyone out and frankly, this open sexual attitude confused and to a degree unnerved him. If sex is shared and open, it loses meaning outside of the pleasure gained from it, and if that was the sole purpose, it seemed so...selfish...base...degrading. He wasn't, however, above selling his sperm at sperm banks, which have taken on a whole new meaning. In addition to futa sperm being used for breeding, a large amount of male sperm is needed to feed the futa population and give them a food source, including futas that are under state welfare, poor, or homeless.

Rafe sighed softly, but tried not to let Sara catch it. Though the two were close, it always seemed like a brother sister relationship between them. Rafe wanted a woman to connect with him on a deeper level. Someone who he could love and see as an equal, not someone utterly dependant on him. He gave her a soft, if forced smile and he nodded slowly. "You are mine, and no one else's."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara smiled softly and quietly, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She enjoyed pretending Rafe was more than kind, that she was more than a stray he had taken in. She looked at the other students, watching the boys look at her, gauging their reactions. There were futas too - she could see them much more clearly now that she could spot them in the crowd. Their bear bottoms, tight and pert or wide and round, some with tan-lines, most without. Legs, also bear - bear thighs and hips and knees, high socks or bear shins. All smooth, tight, hairless skin. And cocks - dozens of cocks, dangling or swaying as they walked, or bobbing - she was fixated on them. She had never been around very many other futas - she was shy, and few people at school knew she was one before today.

Walking down the halls, she leaned away from Rafe, still clinging to his arm, but not watching where they were going, letting Rafe lead the way. There were knots of futas talking together around lockers, laughing and chatting together - and there were boys with some of them - and even a few females! She was fascinated by this co-mingling. Were these female girls and futa girls friends and the females had only just found out their friends were futas? Were they friends since before the plague (kindergarten friends?)? Or were they just friends in spite of the gender divide? She was fascinated, but still scared, and nuzzled in closer to Rafe. She had caught some of the girls eyes - futas and females both. She had been wrong, she wasn't ready to talk to new people yet.

Rafe and Sara's lockers were right next to each other and they deposited their books in the empty lockers for the first day of the semester. Sara, but coincidence, looked to her side in time to catch the eye of a futa who was approaching them - she had a large erection, and she looked familiar. "Hey, barefoot girl!" she said, and slapped Sara's butt playfully as she approached. "I knew it!" she laughed happily. "I knew you were one of us."

Sara shook her head. "Uhhh... I don't... know... oh... Yeah, I am." She nuzzled up against Rafe, turning her backside away from the girl. She recognized her as a girl from their third period history class. She had been one of the few futas who had stopped wearing skirts last semester, though they weren't yet required to. She was tall, easily six foot four, had bright red hair and freckles. She had a large, proud cock and didn't seem to have the slightest bit of embarrassment that she was fully erect in public. Looking at her, Sara pressed herself against Rafe, trying to hide the fact that she was getting an erection as well, seeing the tall, powerful amazon, pressing her quickly hardening penis against Rafe's leg.

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe was astonished as well. He had no idea so many girls he had seen were futas. He also were surprised at how well the various genders were mingling together. Based on Sara's reactions he had thought there might be chaos in the hallways, girls chasing around futas, trying furiously to mount them and get fucked, and boys just languishing in the halls like ghosts, the shells of what they once were with futas as the new hot picks. However, things here seemed so normal. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary or in the slightest bit unusual, save for the futas not wearing anything below the waist. Some even seemed a bit proud of it and a few were openly hard which was making Rafe a bit horny. Rafe wasn't sure what had gripped him with such melancholy, but he was determined to try and snap himself out of it. For Sara's sake. Any sore feelings might seep or leak out unconsciously and if Sara detected it, she'd surely feel awful. That was the last thing he wanted. He might not have been in love with Sara, but she was dear and close to his heart and he would be damned if he would bring any pain to her heart. She deserved to be happy with how well she treated him.

Rafe smiled a bit as the tall girl approached. "Hey there, Irene! Good to see you again. You been keeping up with practice?" Rafe turned around at Sara and smiled a bit. She was really cute when she got shy and nervous like this. Rafe chuckled softly, but in truth, her cock pressing on him was making him a bit hard as well. "Irene, Sara is just a bit shy, she's nervous about the...open policy. Sara this is Irene, she's in fencing with me." Rafe smirked a bit, looking at Irene up and down. "Well, I can see how you got so...big, heh. Did you have that healthy thing before the plague?" He liked to joke about her amazonian qualities.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"H-hello..." Sara said, half burying her face in Rafe's side, looking at Irene.

"Hello, sweety, nice to meet you," Irene grinned down at Sara. "And yes," she said turning her attention back to Rafe. "I can still kick your sweet ass, hun," she teased good-naturedly. Her eyes turned back to Sara, devouring her with her eyes. "But please, Rafe, don't tell me you didn't know this sweet girl was here before," she said, referring to, and brazenly stroking a few times, her erect penis. "You must have seen a lump form under my suit whenever you were around, yeah?" she smacked Rafe in the shoulder playfully. "More importantly, I had no idea you had such good taste," she winked at Sara. "No wonder you would never offer to join me for lunch - at least I don't feel so bad now knowing you were taking care of such a cute little thing."

Somehow Irene's hand had found it's way to Sara's bear butt-cheek, and she caressed it gently, making Sara eep slightly, but her grin was barely hidden pressed against Rafe's shirt. She even leaned her hips away from Rafe and against Irene's hand, with the added effect of pulling her cock down along Rafe's leg, the tip poking him more directly as it fully hardened.

"Oh, she is a special little thing," Irene beamed approvingly, increasing her massage of Sara's rear seeing that the smaller futa approved.

"Irene, stop molesting random girls," came another girl's voice - the owner bounding up and shortly and, taking advantage that Irene was leaning down to reach Sara's bum, kissed the taller woman on the cheek.

Sara gasped and violently jerked herself away from Irene and squeezed herself between Rafe and the lockers. The girl who ran up to kiss Irene, though no taller than the diminutive Sara herself, was wearing a skirt, causing Sara to tremble against Rafe's back, her hands holding two fist-fulls of his blazer in a death grip, her eyes clamped tightly closed as she tried to rationalize in her own mind how silly and shamefully cowardice her actions were - she couldn't help it...

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe chuckled, watching the two. "Settle down, Irene, maybe..." He rubbed his chin a bit. "Maybe we'll do lunch now. Might do Sara some good to mix with some other futas." He smirked at Sara and then to Irene, grinning a bit. "Well, maybe I just was distracted by your other...ample assets." He looked down and then to Sara, smiling a bit. "Not so shy now, are you?" Rafe himself brazenly grasped Irene's large dick and slowly ran his hand down along the underside of it, giving her a good and pleasant jolt of pleasure. "You know, I don't normally enjoy losing, especially when crossing swords but..." He licked his lips. "Crossing blades with you is always fun and maybe..."

His hand quickly moved away when he saw a presumed girlfriend come and before anything could start, he started moving away, holding Sara's wrist he started to move along. "Time to go..." He muttered. People could be very finicky when it came to other people they considered to be "theirs."

As they moved down the hall, Rafe's eyes caught one of the members of the school's swim team. His eyes narrowed a bit as he saw the girl with her neat skirt. One of the rumors flying around the school was that the swim team's instructor was a lesbian and that she wouldn't allow a boy on her all-female swim team. Rafe had famously tried out for the team and demonstrated his physical prowess to the team, but was rejected and even laughed off the pool. When he demanded a reason for his denial of the team, none was given by the teacher or the team. There were darker rumors of course, such as that the locker room after the swim sessions turned into a lesbian orgy, that the teacher seduced and molested her students, even the new members that weren't lesbians were "converted." The team was also famously aggressive with futa students, so he kept his eyes on her, trying to move by unnoticed to their first class.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara followed Rafe as he left Irene and headed for their class, gripping firmly to his backpack as they went, as he slowed down, she wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her face into his backpack. "I'm such a cowered, she bemoaned to him." This was an old gripe of hers, but what had just happened brought it up again, fresh and painful all the same. She liked that Rafe only laughed slightly, like her fear was cute and not a major flaw - it made her feel a little bit better, and she nuzzled his back as the walked. "She might have been nice for all I know - and probably was, I mean, she has a futa girlfriend who's so much bigger than her, and Irene is really nice..." she considered Irene for a moment as they walked. "Really, really nice. Mmm..." she bit her lower lip and felt herself begin to harden again, the backs of Rafe's thighs bumping into her rising penis, making her moan slightly when it happened enough times. "But still... I reacted like she was... I don't know... a cock hungry monster who wanted to eat me alive... what's wrong with me Rafe? I'm such a... such a scaredy-puss..." she sighed into his backpack as they arrived at their first class.

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe smiled and pet her softly as they entered. "Someone much braver and wiser than I told me that it isn't wrong to be afraid. Only fools are afraid of nothing, because they aren't human anymore. To feel fear is to know you're alive and have something to defend. What matters is what you do with that fear. I don't know why you are the way you are, Sara, but just think about that and try to remember it. Maybe you'll grow. It doesn't mean you're weak or a scaredy-puss, you're just not good with people, you're a little shy is all." He took his seat next to her's as class started.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

First period passed more or less uneventfully. Though Sara did feel people were stealing glances at her, she realized that this was not because she was bottomless, but mostly because she wasn't wearing shoes. Well, they could go hang, she told herself. She was going to dress how she wanted with whatever she could, given her choices were limited by the school dress-code in most every other way.

Most of class she found it hard to pay attention, thinking about the other futas she had seen before class, and how much she wanted to have other girls as friends - other girls she wasn't terrified of. She wanted to have a futa friend... with benefits... She blushed silently in class as she thought of this. It was not that she didn't love Rafe, she adored him, but there were certain... needs, that she had that, as a man, he did not feel comfortable fulfilling - nor would she want him to. She loved it when she fed him and she loved it when he made love to her. His kind words and cuddling embraces and tender caresses were what made life worth living for her. But she had... baser desires she felt a burning need to fulfill sometimes. Seeing all the futa girls this morning, talking to each other - even talking and, apparently, even dating women... She knew Rafe liked female girls as well as futas, and even though Sara was terrified of talking to, or being around, females, she still secretly longed to be with one of them as well.

Both for her own sake, and because she desperately wanted Rafe to be happy, Sara secretly dreamed that, if Rafe were to get a girlfriend who was nice and kind and didn't mind, or even liked futas, that she could be their submissive third partner, and they could be a sort of menage a trios family... she shook off these fantasies as the bell rank, and she quickly packed up her notebook and followed Rafe into the hallway and toward the second period class, holding one of his arms with both of hers as per usual.

As the entered the classroom, and it was a large one, she stopped when Rafe did, talking to one of his male friends, who was nice enough to pat Sara on the head after asking Rafe if it would be alright if he did so. Sara-Lynn beamed and happy smile when he did, and thanked him, introducing herself. She eeped and nearly jumped up to the ceiling when a hard smack landed on her bare butt from behind, and she let go of Rafe's arm and ran around the other side of him, peeking out from around his torso.

Irene was laughing, and Sara buried her face against torso under his arm, smiling in spite of herself. "Hi again," she said, her voice muffled by Rafe's torso and shirt.

"I'm sorry..." Irene said between laughing and trying to catch her breath. "I had no idea you would jump so high or be so startled!" another peel of laughter. "Oh..." Irene wiped a tear away from her eye, still grinning. "Oh that was good. Ah, anyway. Looks like the three of us are classmates, Rafe," she said, reaching out and patting Sara on the head without asking permission - this caused Sara to moan very softly into Rafe's shirt, and her arms tightened around him (her fingertips beginning to dig in and massage his body through his clothes. "I'm relieved, since Jenny doesn't need this class, or my next two, I was worried I'd have to spend every day from first period till lunch without anyone cool or cute to talk to - no offence!" she said as a quick aside to the other boy standing in front of Rafe.

"Which reminds me!" she said, cutting off the other boy's response. "Where did you two run off this morning when Jenny came by? I wanted you to meet her," she grinned. "She's quite a little pride of mine," she winked at Rafe mischievously. "We should have lunch together out on the bleachers or something."

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe was passingly attentive in his first class, alternating looking at the next chapters of the textbook with listening to the lecture. He wasn't too interested in the subject matter, but he was paying enough attention to be able to pass any work or tests that they might have that would cover the material.

After class, Rafe smiled at Sara and resumed his guardian duties of her as they proceeded to their next class. Rafe actually found that he had absentmindedly taken his umbrella with him. It was an old habit. When a fencer practiced long enough, they became more comfortable holding something like they held their foil then having an empty hand. He mentally shrugged it off and soon they were at the second class.

Rafe smiled at Irene and saw Sara reacting so shyly that was so cute to him. It was certainly one of her more endearing traits to him. "It's ok Sara, Irene isn't going to bite..." He could have easily added some sexual comment to that, but for Sara's sake he decided not to. Last thing he needed was for her to start sporting a huge boner that would have gathered the attention of the whole class, or for her to wet herself which would have gathered more attention of the wrong kind. "Hey Irene, take it easy, hehe. Sara is...fragile." Rafe bit his lip again. By trying to avoid a bad situation earlier, he created an embarrassing one now. "Well...I'm sure Jenny is nice, but girls kinda scare Sara and...well I thought if she might have saw me touching you, she might be really jealous, I don't know her." He smiled and shrugged softly. "Lunch sounds nice...I remind you we have fencing practice after school, we need to get our game down solid for the meet at the end of the month. It's tournament season you know. We could go to state again...oh and...today might be one of those days..."

What Rafe was referring to was that he had an unusual habit during training, something he had to put a damper on during actual meets and tournament bouts. He got really angry and aggressive during training like some crazed berserker from a battlefield of ancient days. Irene could take Rafe and even best him, they were amongst the pride of the fencing team, and Rafe's unusual demeanor during practice seemed to have no obvious source. Martial arts were obviously a vent of anger for him, but where this rage came from was anybody's guess, nothing he had shown to Sara of himself could explain it.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Irene smiled mischievously when Rafe referenced Jenny getting jealous about Rafe stroking her penis. But, other than winking at him, otherwise held off on that topic for the moment.

"Oh, might see some of your aggressive... thrusting today at practice?" she thrust her hips forward in emphasis with her words, her erect penis thrusting forward toward him and Sara. She was certainly having fun with her bottomless uniform, and certainly not worried about garnering attention.

Sara peeked out from around Rafe's torso at the gyrating girl-phallus and grinned half into Rafe's blazer.

"I think you two will like Jenny, she's really nice, and she's no prude, Rafe. And, trust me, Sara, she likes futanari."

Sara giggled and pushed her face into Rafe's chest, walking around in front of him, no longer hiding from Sara and others in the classroom.

"So, I'm getting the vibe that you two live together?" Irene said, looking surprised as the three of them took some desks together near the middle of the classroom.

"Mm-hm," Sara nodded.

In the time before class, and after, they explained their living condition. Jenny still lived with her mother and Irene lived with two male roommates. There were still two periods until lunch, and Irene reminded them where to meet her and Jenny for lunch. "I've got a full two liter thermos for us, cutie," she patted Sara on the head. "Give your sugar-daddy a break, yeah?" she winked at Rafe before she went to her third period class.

"Um..." Sara followed rafe, holding his hand rather than hugging his arm or torso, feeling a little more comfortable. "Can I come to practice with you today, Rafe? Um... then we can walk home together?"

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe did the talking when he saw it necessary, but he saw that talking to Irene was opening her up some. That was really good to see. Irene might be a positive role model for Sara and it might be a really good thing if the two of them hung out a lot. Rafe smiled at Sara. "It's good to see you getting a little talkative..."

Rafe rolled his eyes a bit. "You know if you put half the effort of those dirty thoughts in your hand into fencing, you'd be much better than me and you'd probably go to the Olympics instead of only being slightly better than me."

He looked at Sara when she spoke to him and he nodded slowly to her. "I hope how I am at practice doesn't scare you...I just..." He shrugged a bit. "I get into it..."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"I just... don't want to walk home alone, I mean, I will eventually, I just don't feel I'm ready to today..." she followed him into the classroom, taking a sea next to him at one of the long tables. The chair was warm, most likely because someone had just been sitting there last period for over an hour. "Also, I wouldn't worry about your... enthusiasm. I've seen you go off on people before, I sort of... I don't want to say 'like it', but it makes me feel safe knowing you're, you know, that you'll fight for me." She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, grabbing his arm again with both of hers and nuzzling her face into his upper arm.

"Gah...!" she muttered, her penis was rubbing against the underside of the table, full and erect again. Irene's behaviour had really gotten her arousal up, and the fact that she was naked from the waist down wasn't helping. She ground her bear feet into the cold floor and rubbed her thighs vigorously trying to think of other things and to focus on the notes on the whiteboard at the head of the class from last period, rather than Rafe's big delicious cock or Irene's powerful toned legs and bottom or the fact that she had a female girlfriend who wanted to... "have lunch" with them out on the bleachers behind the gym... She took out her notebook and a pen and tried to calm down before class.

She was finding it, however, harder and harder to keep her hands from wandering their way down to her lap and between her legs. Besides the warm, sat in feel of the chair, it was starting to feel a little wet as well...

 

[runawayninja]

Rafe smiled and looked at her. He saw just how "enthusiastic" she could get. He felt like being a little mean so he reached down and across under her desk and his hand slowly ran along the underside of her cock, slowly stroking up and down along it as he smiled at her. "Lunch is almost here and then we can take care of this little problem...do you think you can hang on?" He smirked a bit at her as his hand slowly ran up and down along her shaft, gripping it firmly and fully now. "Irena kinda got you in the mood I see?"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Sara squeaked as Rafe began stroking her erection and she buried her head in her arms on the table, suppressing her moans into her arms, her breasts pressing against the edge of the table - she could feel wet spots appearing in her bra over her nipples, her seat no fully wet beneath her bear bottom. She ground her knees and thighs together, hiding her puss from Rafe's wandering fingers, but doing nothing to conceal her excited, eager cock... Sara's face, though hidden in her arms, was a tight, barely contained mask of concentrated longing, and she rubbed in into her arms until she couldn't take it anymore and one of her arms slid under the table to join Rafe's hand, and passed it, digging between her thighs and assaulting her clit, rubbing it through folds of soft, hot, wet skin, with just her middle finger. There was precum trickling down Rafe's hand and then... Sara bit a mouthfull of her sleeve and gasped into it, soundly to the world to hear like a prolonged, staggered hiccough - she came, splattering the underside of the table and her shins and bear feet, a little trickle of more fluid spilling from the back of her chair, odourless and colourless, it mixed with her white, fragrant semen on the floor.

Sara-Lynn passed out. Looking to the world to be sleeping in class, her head burried in her one folded arm on the table, her other arm hanging limply at her side, one of her sleeves covered in drool where she had been chewing on it, her breathing regular and deep, but strangely laboured, as though she had been running...