Life of a Dominant Futanari week 2 Epilogue.
Tracy and I hadn't stopped walking as we went back to her place. The night was still dark, with only the random lights of satellites or Airplanes showing as we walked down the Street. My mind was much different than the empty streets as we walked. No, I heard nothing coming, and I didn't know what to do. I was distracting myself, hoping for some distraction from answering Tracy.
I knew there was another side of the story. The conversation had stagnated, and I didn't know what to do, though. Why did I have to deal with something like this? Why did I have to deal with the fact that these people meant me harm? I started to chuckle into the night sky; it was so stupid that I thought avoiding this would be an advisable idea.
Things were as they were, and Tracy did what she did. Jake did what she did. That was all things that they did and had nothing to do to me. But look at what I did? I reversed Jake's rape attempt and gave him my virginity fucking his tight ass. I may have given that fucking rapist asshole my cock's virginity, but it wasn't the one that he wanted. I couldn't help but laugh as I did that, and I wondered what Tracy would think when I told her what I did to that sissy fucker.
But Tracy had put the idea in his head. That was why she wanted to confess her side of the story. I couldn't help but continue to laugh. This changed nothing in the end to me. She explained, and that was to help herself. It did nothing for me, and it wouldn't change anything about how I dealt with Tracy. She even asked for me to more or less keep treating her the same way.
Why should I change how I treated Tracy then? This was her selfish way of not asking me for forgiveness. But to explain her side of the story. That was it, and I smiled, and my laugh turned into a chuckle. The night was still dark, and there were still no stars in the sky. The streets were empty, and finally, I turned to look at Tracy, who seemed to be looking at me confused.
"You know," I began, "I was already giving you a chance this entire time," I told her with humor in my tone. "I have told you and give you a chance. I will continue with the choices that I have given you already, Tracy," I told her, making Tracy blush a little in the darkness. "I am grateful and annoyed you told me your side," I confessed as that was what I felt. "But, I am not an idiot," I told her, looking at her. "You never told me this because you wanted me to give you a chance. You could have never told me this in your entire life and still been at my side." I told her flatly.
Tracy started to cry, and I wasn't sure if she was sad or happy at my words. My nose flared, and I took in a deep breath. "I don't mind you, Tracy. You are my Skank, and I will continue to treat you that way." I told her, "You will become the high-class Skank that I will treat as I like. You will become the best you can be under my control, Or you don't. In the end, Skank. That is what it will be. I am giving you a chance. You can be all you can and want to be in my life. I find that attractive, and I would definitely keep you around to be mine if you pursue your best self. If you don't, then why would I want less?" I finished with that question.
Tracy had tears in her eyes. But when they fell under the light from the street light, those eyes made no more tears. Her smile was much larger than I had thought I had ever seen on her before. "Okay," Tracy said, her tears seeming to already dry up with the autumn breeze. "I like that thought," Tracy told me and looked up to the sky, "The best I can be and no less... Huh? Why does that sound so romantic?" Tracy asked, and I knew it wasn't directed at me.
The walk turned quiet when I couldn't help but smirk, "You want to be the best Skank you can be?" I asked with that smirk, and I pointed towards a small, deserted alleyway just before we reached the last stretch to our houses. "I want you to sleep with an ass full of my semen in your ass," I told her and started to walk over.
