'Tales from the F.U.T.A.'
Episode 2 'To the Victor Go the Spoils'
By Vintagetales
(This story is set in the world of the F.U.T.A. (Fighting Underground Tournament Association). A creation of the extremely talented 3d artist Squareped3d. All the characters are the creation of himself and his patreons. I am fortunate enough to have his permission to use these characters and have had the good fortunate to have one of my stories turned into a comic. It is called 'Bane of all things' and two of the characters that feature here are major characters in that story. In terms of time and date. It is set directly after match 11 of the FUTA, the second semi-final. The whole story was inspired by a single line of dialogue from that comic. There are multiple references to things that happened in other comics in the series. None are critical to this story. Enjoy.)
The Cast of Characters.
Freia Stormbringer. One of the competitors in the Semi-final match up, bout 11. She is a tall elegant rave haired lady of Asian origins. A statuesque physique and bearing. A true beauty by anyone's standards. She also possesses a massive horse like cock that almost reaches to her knees. It is easily her most dominant feature. However she has much more to her character than that. A skilled fighter and tactician, she has a real chance of winning the F.U.T.A. Competition. As a futanari she only possesses a cock, but not a pussy. She has a girlfriend called Felurian, whom she lives happily with. Theirs in one of the more stable, if open, relationships in the whole story universe.
Felurian. Partner and lover of Freia Stormbringer. It was she that introduced Freia to Bunny and Ginny, the organisers of the F.U.T.A. Competition. She herself is not a competitor. She too possesses a cock, though not of extraordinary dimensions, but again no pussy. She has a playful and sometimes devious mind. For Freia's birthday she blind folded her and tied her to the bed. Kinky enough, but then had a selection of Freia friends and competitors come by and have their wicked way with the restrained beauty.
Shaylah Owens. A competitor in the F.U.T.A. that was previously knocked out of the competition. Shaylah is slightly built blonde, with bright blue eyes that contrast completely with her devious manipulative nature. Petite in size, she stood little chance in a straight fight over the much bigger and more physical competition. Truth be told though she wasn't interested in winning at all, but was more interested in all the hard thrusting dominating sex that competing would provide. Shaylah has a real weakness for the hard muscled beefcake futanari that the competition attracts. She and her partner Sunny, run a popular cosplay production company called 'Sapphire and Silk'. Shaylah is 'Sapphire', due to her bright blue eyes. Sunny, taking the moniker 'Silk', due to blessed red hair and her silky provocative voice. She is also a skilled engineer with a degree in design. Biologically she is a true futanari, possessing both male and female sexual organs.
Sunny Boudreaux. Girlfriend, lover, partner and true friend to Shaylah Owens, Sunny Boudreaux is the younger sister of Ginny Boudreaux co-operator of the F.U.T.A. Competition. She is very similar in build to her partner Shaylah. Both have entrancing blue eyes and are full futanari, but where as Shaylah is blonde, Sunny has lustrous wavy long red hair. Their demeanour, at least at first glance, is in contrast too. Sunny appears bright, joyful and pleasant in comparison to Shaylah who seems relatively standoffish. In actual fact Sunny is as devious and manipulative as her partner and the two work together in concert. Both have a similar lust driven want for their muscle bound associates and the games they can play with them. Similar to Shaylah, Sunny is a graduate of engineering and has a love of all types of cosplay. She can often be found up to her elbows in clothing fabrics, sequins and feathers, but is just as comfortable behind her trusty welding mask.
Part 1, A case of strange behaviour.
Sunny looked at the clock again, only two minutes had passed since she had last looked at it. If patience was a virtue it was greatly overrated. The anticipation was killing her. Caitlin 'The Mallet' O'Malley versus Freia Stormbringer. That was a battle worth waiting for, and she just couldn't wait. Suddenly the intro music started and the 'Streaming event about to start' message vanished from her screen. She squealed in delight as the F.U.T.A. logo filled the scene. Beyond it a packed arena of riotous fans screaming and cheering, camera flashes blinked in the background. 'At last,' she thought.
She quickly checked her phone to see if Shaylah had reconsidered joining her, but there was no new message. They had watched every match together since the 'Agnes Varpa' and 'Rosebud Adams' bout. Without exception. Shaylah had been beside herself with lust during that one. The sight of the two muscle bound goddesses tearing into one another, figuratively and then quite literally. It had left the kinky blonde positively drooling. And as for the fleshy sword fight. Sunny could have sworn she'd heard Shaylah say she wished her face had been right between them. That had been a long night.
During the next fight they had both cheered madly. Seeing the tools of their creation, used to great effect in the 'Lucie Demors', 'Caitlin O'Malley's' bondage bout. Red and Blue had done them proud. She had looked forward to watching Caitlin meeting the real Freia Stormbringer, and not their skilfully crafted facsimile. However for some reason, which she wouldn't share, Shaylah had suddenly informed her she was too busy. She knew why of course. Freia Stormbringer, or more precisely, her wonderful cock.
When Ginny had given them the commission, for an approximation of Freia's wonder weapon. Shaylah had obsessed about its dimensions and the need to get it as near perfect as possible. She'd produced a mass of research, mostly photographic, and absolutely pornographic. A selection of videos, some of which were definitely of the hidden camera variety.
Then she'd shown Sunny the computer model she'd created. It had approximate measurements, weight calculations and estimated probable flexibility tolerances. Everything someone with an engineering background would need to produce a decent copy. It had been a whole lot of work. Then came the product testing. Which had been a whole lot of fun, and very, very thorough. Sunny thought they were perfect, but could see Shaylah wasn't completely satisfied with the results. That's not to say she wasn't satisfied when they used them on each other. Sunny was just glad the apartment was sound proofed. The cops would definitely have come a calling had anyone heard their orgasmic yells and screams. In that regard, they were fucking amazing. When the time had come to hand them over to Ginny, Shaylah would only loan them and insisted on their return. She was adamant there was room for improvement.
After their return Shaylah modified them in several ways and adapted them for strap-ons, something that came in handy when they watched the next contest. Emiko vs Freia. About a minute into the bout Shaylah had gone and got ole Red and Blue. The whole thing had become much more..... interactive. They mirrored the action on the screen, switching between who played the part of Freia, Emiko and Sunny's sister Ginny. At one point Sunny had referred to Ginny as 'a lucky bitch.' Shaylah had distractedly replied 'Yeah, her and Emiko, lucky bitches,' then promptly drove 'Red' back into Sunny's pussy. Though the match had only lasted about forty minutes, their session had continued for a full four hours. Shaylah had insisted on replaying it several times for 'practice' purposes. Practice for what had never been revealed. However when Shaylah was playing the part of Emiko, receiving it doggy style from Freia, she started whispering to herself, "Yes, it was just like that, just like that, that's the way I remember." It was all a little disconcerting. Sunny had brought it up afterwards, and Shaylah went uncharacteristically quiet. No clever retort, no cunning excuse. She seemed embarrassed, possibly a first, and then evasive about the subject. Going as far as to avoid her for the next few days, so Sunny let it go.
When they settled down to watch the next bout however, everything seemed back to normal. Well, as normal as Shaylah could be, when watching three muscle bound Amazons going at it. The fact that Fox, a previously eliminated competitor, had been a part of the bout had intrigued them both. They knew they had simply been envious of her. Either of them would have gladly switched places with Fox. They laughingly speculated, just what kind of bribe it would take to have gotten 'that' particular gig. Both, of course, knowing that the random losers draw had simply given Fox, like Margaret Richmond before her, a second chance of qualification. It didn't click with Sunny though, that Shaylah had also been an eliminated competitor. She really could have been 'in there,' but once again the chance had passed her by. Shaylah would never trust chance. She believed you made your own luck.
Now the Freia, Caitlin match had finally come around and Shaylah seemed to be avoiding her again. Well there was nothing she could do about that. She puffed up the cushions on the chair and settled back to watch. On a small table beside her was a selection of distracting toys, if she felt the need.
