Episode 1 'Making the Mould'
By Vintagetales
(This story is set in the world of 'The F.U.T.A.' a creation of the exceptional 3d artist Squarepeg3d. All the characters are his property, but thanks to his permission I have been allowed to take them for a walk. This is the truest form of fan fiction, and in the past I've been fortunate enough to write a story for him that he turned into a comic. It's called 'Bane of all Things'. Two of the characters featured in that story feature here. Special thanks must go to 'Terris Thule' and 'Nero Aglc' for their tireless work proof reading and providing multiple tips and guidance to this struggling writer. Please enjoy the story below)
Part 1: A cause for focus!
The pen spun and twirled between Bunny's fingers, then rapidly descended to the table. There it began to tap irritably, mimicking its wielder's mood. The F.U.T.A., 'Fighting Underground Tournament Association', had been a huge underground success. Live streaming had brought in revenue. Stadium events had brought in even more revenue. The merchandising investments had been a cash cow beyond her wildest dreams.
Shirts, hats and sweaters were literally leaping off the shelves of the stadium stalls. They almost always sold out. The number of stadium stalls had quadrupled since they had started. They were much bigger stalls now as well. Going by the unit figures you'd think they were giving the stuff away free. They certainly weren't free. Bunny sometimes felt as if they were stealing considering the prices people were willing to pay. The inevitable sexual nature of the F.U.T.A added a certain extra taboo value to any piece of merchandising they offered. The only problem was she just didn't think they were offering enough variety. Everything had a saturation point. She worried that they could getting close to reaching theirs.
A sudden flash of inspiration caused Bunny to sit up to attention. That was it, the merchandising they were offering.... Superhero and sci-fi movies sold all kinds of 'character' related merchandising, you saw it everywhere. Shields, hammers, blaster pistols, giant green fists, cloaks, suits of armour, miniature versions of the costumed heroes, the list was very nearly endless.
Perhaps the F.U.T.A organisation could do something similar. The fighters were fast becoming stars, well underground stars at least. Some of them even had alternative character personalities. She thought of Ayla's alias 'Queen Cobra'. Ayla was always in character during her public appearances. Agnes Varpa went by the name of 'The Guardian', and had even had that stylised head piece made. Hell even Bunny herself wore a costume when she entered the ring, though it didn't get in the way of the action she smiled to herself. Yes, there was a definite untapped opportunity here. Memories of her actual bout with Queen Cobra were hazy to say the least, but the aftermath victory/loss celebration caused familiar pleasant stirrings.
Bunny soon became distracted from the merchandising problem. Thinking about her amazing three way with Ayla and Ginny caused a new rising problem. One she was well practised with dealing with head on.... well hand's on actually. Her rampant erection threatened to tear the gusset of her panties. As she released it from it's lacy imprisonment, it was obvious that 'they', the panties, were done for the day. Off they came, tossed, needless now, onto the desktop next to the also forgotten pen.
Copious amounts of pre-cum slicked her right hand as it quickly began sliding up and down her length. Her thumb flicked over the tip sending a shudder of bliss through her entire body. Her left hand went to her mouth to stifle a moan of pure pleasure. Perhaps it was time for a break. Pushing back from her desk, she slid downwards in the large leather chair. Her feet lifted off the floor and hooked the edge of the table with her high heels. The position caused her to splay her legs obscenely wide in an even more lewd display of sexual intent. Comfortable now, she relaxed into a rhythm. Her right hand pulling and stroking the shaft, her left alternately teasing her pussy and the tight little knot of muscle guarding her back door. Soon the anxieties and stresses of the working day drifted away as self induced lust took over.
However, her 'Oohs' and 'aahs' of pleasure were suddenly interrupted by a slow, deliberate, knocking on her office door; the inside of the open office door to be exact. Ginny, the other executive of the F.U.T.A., stood there shaking her head and grinning. Bunny lunged back to a more traditional sitting position, pulled down her skirt and attempted to project an air of complete innocence. It was several seconds before she noticed her sopping wet panties still sitting, accusingly, on the desk. She whisked them away to her jacket pocket with a grimace.
"Really Bun, Bun, I'm surprised at you", said Ginny, hands on hips, with a sarcastic tone that suggested a complete lack of any sort of surprise.
"What if I'd been Ms Huang or that charm'n Margaret Richmond. Why they'd have been mortified to see you all a'splay'n and a'stroke'n", continued Ginny. Her southern accent became more predominant as she continued with her admonishment of Bunny. A barely hidden grin though betrayed the lie of her words.
"We have to maintain a high level of professionalism and decorum here," said Ginny as she closed the door, flicked the lock, "Now what's got yah ole snake a charm'n darlin?"
Bunny began recounting her chain of thought concerning the sale of F.U.T.A. logo hats and sweaters. Ginny listened with a professional air and moved around the desk to review the data as Bunny referred to it. She patiently regarded the spread sheets, contribution per unit logs and profit projections. As Bunny continued on about the observed merchandising practices of a Major Movie production company. The promotion of it's film franchises characters, and potential that the F.U.T.A. had of doing the same, Ginny's mind made a number of rapid intuitive leaps.
'Oh Bunny you little wonder, that's brilliant,' she thought to herself, 'let's see if you've thought this idea all the way to the end.'
She lowered herself to her knees, pushed Bunny's skirt up past her waist again, and spread the distracted pink haired girl's legs wide apart.
"And so I was thinking that we could produce some items that were F.U.T.A. fighter specific. You know, like, an inflatable mallet for Caitlin 'The Mallet' O'Malley. Or a 'Queen Cobra' cobra cloak or even my 'Bunny Ears'" said Bunny as her voice trailed off watching Ginny, "and that's when I thought of you and me and the Ayla and our little party, and I sort of got distracted."
"Oh I see..." said Ginny as she began running her tongue the length of Bunny's cock, "...you lost your focus."
"Yeah! Oooh..... that feels really.... Oooh... nice Ginny," gasped Bunny, as Ginny began to tongue lash the sensitive glands just below the bulbous head of Bunny's cock.
"But, you've got it back now, haven't you?" asked Ginny, just before dipping her head and slurping in the first few inches of Bunny's now torrid erection.
"W-what?" replied Bunny, her eyes fixed on the southern belles overly sloppy ministrations and the wash of sensations they were bringing.
"Your focus, Bunny, you've got your focus back on the task at hand?" asked Ginny in a serious tone. She stopped her movements and held Bunny's shaft close to her face.
"Oh! Oh yes of course... uumh...." groaned Bunny as Ginny lasciviously kissed her way down to the base of her length.
"Good, because I was thinking, inflatable hammers and bunny ears are a little lame" said Ginny, her voice was slightly muffled as she had now started to lap tantalisingly at Bunny's balls.
"Oh," replied Bunny disappointedly.
