This story contains trans characters, aliens, various kinks and is an experimental piece of writing, enjoy.
This is the story of the trans lesbian polycule horror. The night where our relationships strained.
We had just moved into this place Ana had inherited, a large house in the countryside, it was in a remote location to the say the least, the nearest town was several miles off. It had quite a few rooms and a big basement, but there wasn't a lot of furniture, the house was kind of bare, Ana having just moved into it herself. Plus it was first come first serve, the first ones to turn up and bring their stuff got the rooms until we could convert the attic and basement into other bedrooms. There was only 4 bedrooms and 8 of us, we shared rooms a lot, no one argued, we were all very comfortable getting into each others beds. Sexual tension was pretty high, turns out thirsting for each other in front of the computer screen was what we'd all been doing for the last few months. We weren't used to all living together but we adapted to it quickly, long distance relationships in person were sometimes a struggle but we all just got on together like we'd always done it. A lot of us left our lives behind to come here, it was a big sacrifice, but we were thrilled to start a new chapter of our lives.
The night in question began like any other; with Heather playing videogames. She was easily the sarkiest of us and was the most used to isolation as a stay at home programmer, she was glad to be away from a computer screen, so much so that she substituted it for a TV screen instead.
"Oh fuck. That was hard." Heather said, leaning back on the sofa and staring up at the ceiling.
"That's what she said" replied Rachel, not looking up from her phone, Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. "...that's terrible." she added in response.
"So's your face." replied Rachel with a smirk.
Rachel was the social media queen, she had a few thousand followers on twitter and spent her time glued to her phone, there wasn't much we could do with the wifi out and no mobile data all the way out in the sticks like we were, but Ana promised us that the telephone guys would be here in the next few days to fix it up for us. Rachel was a "Domme Top" on Twitter... but she did that for the follows, in real life she was a total bottom and would do whatever she was told and took it from anyone that offered. The most straight forward sub anyone could hope for.
"Bitch." said Heather, sticking out her tongue.
"You know it..." said Rachel, looking up at the ceiling towards a rhythmic banging noise. From the floor above came the telltale sound of the bedposts hitting the wall, repeatedly. This left nothing to the imagination; the bed was in use... heavily in use.
"That'll be Olivia and..." paused Heather, waiting for a clue. A loud high pitched whimper could be heard through the floor.
"...Emily." she said.
Olivia was the alpha girl, the total image of what a trans girl top should be, she was always teasing the bottoms and knew that she could not only pick most of us up and throw us around but pound us into the mattress for hours at a time. She liked leather, BDSM and restraints, but mostly preferred to be as naked as possible, she was very proud of her body and she should be, it was immaculate, she was athletic.
Emily on the other hand was a little, she was a big baby and everyone knew it, she openly told us about her chastity cage and how cute and pink it was with pride, but we'd all seen it thanks to the number of times she posted it in the group chat. There was no judgement here, she liked what she liked and we all accepted it. She was cute as fuck in her little animal print clothes and frilly hair, but also very into nappies and stuff, her room was full of stuffed toys and she loved being embarrassed. From the sound of it, she was currently getting railed into oblivion. "Those two are always at it." replied Rachel, nose buried in her phone.
"What's up sluts?" came a voice from the door. "Hey Viv, did Em and Olivia wake you up?" Heather asked.
"Nah, I've been busy myself, heh," replied Viv, reaching down and rubbing the front of her Pyjamas, "anyone want to make some noise in the other bedroom?" Viv asked in the sultriest voice she could.
Viv recently went onto injections, this was like a wild boost to your sex drive, though hers was always through the roof anyway; so now she was a sex pest and constantly trying to bang someone. Viv liked to call herself scum and degenerate, she preferred to have sex in the most depraved way possible and whilst she mostly topped, she'd bottom hard for anyone who wanted to treat her like shit. She begged me to pee on her one time and told me afterwards it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She was always wearing her band t-shirts and thigh high socks, though today she was in pyjama bottoms, that hid the tattoos she had on her thighs and side.
"I'm really busy with Stark Holes, what about you Rach?" said Heather clenching her teeth as her character in the game dodge rolled.
"I am also busy." Rachel replied, barely moving whatsoever.
"Bunch of boring bitches you two are, where's Leona?" Viv asked, still rubbing away at her girl dick mindlessly, it twitching in her pyjamas.
"I think she's in the kitchen" Heather replied.
Rachel's eyes suddenly pried themselves from her phone and became fixed on the door as she realised something. "Aw shit, SHE BETTER NOT BE EATING MY FUDGES!" Rachel yelled, putting her phone down and pushing past Viv to get out the doorway.
This is where I come into the story, it's me, Leona. I'm the chubby one, everyone likes chubby girls, but I'm Olivia's weakness and they all know it. I'm a good girl with few limits, heh, I don't like talking about myself much so lets press on with the story.
There was a sound of crashing as some pots and pans fell out of a cupboard, followed by yelling. Heather and Viv followed eagerly to see what was going on.
"You ate like ten of them!" yelled Rachel once again, holding the empty plastic container in one hand and pointing violently at it with the other.
I stood looking shamefully at the empty box, "Well, I didn't know they were yours!" I said defensively.
Viv and Heather looked on, waiting for the slam dunk Rachel was about to deliver. I had already fucked up and everyone in the room knew it. Rachel turned the container to reveal her name on the other side of it.
"What does this say?!" shouted Rachel in a tone that scared Heather but aroused Viv.
"Damn... you're hot when you're angry." said Viv with a cheesy grin.
"I swear I didn't see the label... I'm so sorry Rachel." I said, looking down at her feet. In moments like this my ability to hold eye contact was even worse than it was normally
"You can always make more Rachel, it's just melted choco..." started Heather.
Rachel rolled her eyes and turn around to face Heather, waving the empty container at her in a threatening way. "Jesus Heather I swear, if you say it's just melted chocolate one more time...".
"Oh my fucking god can you bitches not keep it down?!" came a tired voice from behind Viv.
