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Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

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.
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x 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...
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

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.
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x 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.
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

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.
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

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.
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x 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?
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

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...
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x 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...
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x Tellmi_Moore)

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?
Thread: Years After the Plague (runawayninja x 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...
Thread: Daddy's little pet (me plus LittleMissLiz)

It was just another typical Saturday afternoon for Michael..He had a day job which conveniently coincided with his young daughter's school schedule..he would work and be home right when his daugher got home. This was best in his mind as for the last month he and his daugher had been fucking..mostly because of his strong advances and her inability to resist. Plus with no mother to worry about she had no one to go to but the one who kept her subdued in the household. Michael kept strict rules on his daugher..some specific like never having a boyfriend and never speaking of her houselife with people at school. Other rules more lax but still rules which he would punish her harshly for if she ignored..these including chores on the fridge each day and wearing approved attire around the household when she got home. Right now Micheal was allready up and showered and fixed himself coffee..siting at the dining room table relaxing..thinking of what to do today..his daughter most likely still asleep as he kept her exausted most of the time.
Thread: Daddy's little pet (me plus LittleMissLiz)

Scarlett stirred slightly, she'd had another night of interrupted sleep, the young girl had got a lot on her mind, she had problems at home and at school, but she had no one to turn to about them, she couldn't talk about them, she didn't know what would happen if she did. Scarlett didn't move to much, she didn't want to alert anyone to the fact she was awake, a bit longer, she kept thinking to her self. She lay very still, her eyes fixed on the door, for any sign of anyone entering she would go back to sleep. Scarlett was a bright young girl, she used to do well in school, and she was very pretty too, which used to help her be popular, but since her mother died, and her dad started doing stuff to her, her friendships and school work went down hill. She couldn't concentrate on her work, and her father wouldn't allow her to do her homework if he wanted her to do stuff, and apart from school she was never allowed out the house. All this added to the fact that the other students had begun to bully her.
Thread: Daddy's little pet (me plus LittleMissLiz)

Micheal sat down with his fresh cup of coffe and sat down at the dining room table. It was allready almost 9am and time to get the day started..while he had nothing specific to get done he was always keeping himself busy..even if it was watching Scarlett do chores and whatever else he commanded. He stood up and made his way towards her small, quaint room. Micheal stood at an even 6'0 with slightly long brown hair accentuating his slight beard. Bright blue eyes and a muscular jaw along with a tan from working out in the sun just as often as in the office..leaving him also with a strong, muscular body. All of this along with his coaxing made it usually easy to bend Scarlett to his every whim. He made it to the door and lightly knocked on the door...these formalities weren't needed but he was in a good mood this morning. Scarlett sweety...It's time to get up now..I'll be downstairs..Don't keep me waiting long..
Thread: Apocalyptia (Retro/ValiantPickle)

What? No, I don't think it'll be useful. a voice said. It belonged to a scavenger named Lance. He and his two friends were scrambling around in some large building. They were looking for scraps of metal that weren't rusted and fairly flat. Lance, James and Sam. Thier footsteps echoed and they stepped on the cracked floor. They talked in hushed tones and ignore each other for the most part. Lance removed the goggles from his eyes, leaving clear, dirt free circles around his eyes. His brown hair was wild and messy. He wasn't a large guy, but an twenty two he could hold himself in a fight. The only light source these people carried came in the form of green glowsticks. Lance glanced over to see James and Sam trying to decide whether or not a piece of metal was acceptable or not. He rolled his eyes at them and began climbing over a large pile of junk to get sccess to a different part of the area. His jeans and think leather jacket kept him from getting cut by sharp pieces of scrap. He affixed his goggles over his eyes again. It was something he had become used to. Sandstorms were common enough and when sand got in your eyes you regretted it. The shelves contained nothing useful. They had a few cans of some unidentifiable food. But the three of them had plenty of food at the moment. Besides Lance had made a point never to eat anything that had no label. Last time he had it was either bad meat or good cheese. He spent the entire day throwing up. He moved on looking for some more metal. The three scavengers used the metal to reinforce the little shack they lived in. Lance found a piece and stuffed it into the bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled to himself when he heard a noise. It sounded a little like shuffling. Someone was either too lazy to pick up thier feet when they walked, was trying to be quiet or dragging something. Lance knew his curiosity would get the better of him as he pulled a long metal shard with leather wrapped around one end. A shiv basically. He climbed over the top of another pile of junk when it collapsed. The junk toppled over and Lance found himself buried. Stealthiest. Approach. Ever. Lance heard a voice. It sounded like Sam at first, he was young and had a high pitched voice. Lance dug himself out of the garbage, managing to hold onto his glowstick. He stared out from the pile of trash, hip deep, only to fine someone he had never seen before about ten feet away. Just who was this creep? Who was he and who walks around in a dark mall without a lightsource? Lance held up the glowsitck to get a better view, but the thing was on it's last legs and he could only make out a vague shape. Still he had ever right to be suspicious. I know who I am. But who're you? That was typical Lance, never give a straight answer and just ask another question.
Thread: Apocalyptia (Retro/ValiantPickle)

Seeing a man in a pile of rubble made her scream. Instantly she threw her palms over her mouth. Not that it mattered. Whoever was in that mess clearly knew she was there. Not only knew but could call for any buddies he may have if he had any inclination to do so. Rigidly she kept her hands to her side, fighting the urge to simply run. If she ran then he would know something was wrong. Either she had a bounty on her head or she was, in fact, female. Listen, mister, I don't want any trouble, she started off. I'm just nobody looking for a little bit of something to eat. That's all. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest and she could feel the blood rushing in her ears. All of her muscles screamed at her to make a break for it. He was still knee deep in rubble and she may have been able to run away from any accomplices. She had been able to develop her fleeing skills pretty far. I'm called Charlie though. There was nothing wrong with giving a name and, really, her name was a boy's name. Her dad had wanted a boy when she was born so he gave her that name in hopes she'd be more boyish.