Words from Your Author:
Welcome to 'Episode 1' of Allison Heut's hopeful journey towards becoming a professional sexfighter.
The 'pilot' Allison Gets Licensed was recently met with some very kind words, lots of favoriting and some pretty good votes. I just wanted to tell all of you who offered such a warm reception THANK YOU SO MUCH!
I love hearing how some of you are looking forward to more, and I'm happy to say that there should be an 'episode' coming out about every 2-3 weeks.
Feel free to comment on anything you like as we go forward, and I'll be more than happy to cater to those interests as the story progresses either within the main storyline or perhaps some side-stories.
But enough of my blathering, let's get on with the show... after a quick little preface that should be starting each episode.
Enjoy!
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The following story takes place in an alternative history. All STDs were cured in the 90s and rampant population growth is controlled by year-long birth control for both sexes that's administered every time you renew your ID. Most sexual taboos are no longer a moral battlefront save for bestiality and pedophilia and sex in general is seen more as entertainment or a sport, rather than something connected specifically to love or mating.
Sexfighting, where two individuals competitively try to make each other orgasm, is wildly popular. To participate in Sexfighting, one must get their Consent License through a series of classes and health screenings.
This particular story follows nineteen year old transgirl Allison Heut. Allison is a young dickgirl aspiring to be a champion sexfighter.
Her parents are out of town for the next few weeks and she just got her Consent License.
This should be a lot of fun.
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"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"Are you done ye-"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
The squealing sound that was erupting from Allison's phone was none other than her BFF Kaylee "Trigger" Parker. Alli had just revealed she had gotten her Consent License a few minutes ago and was now a full-fledged amateur sexfighter.
"OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!OHMYGOD!"
"Jeez Kaylee~, it's not that big of deal."
Her friend grunted suddenly and squealed again.
"BUT IT SO IS! You've been wanting to do this ever since you found out it was even a thing! It's like your biggest dream ever! AND YOU'RE DOING IT! Alli! You're gonna be world champion in like a week. Seriously. Seriously. World. Fucking. Champion."
Allison rolled her eyes at her adoring bosom buddy's hyperbolic encouragement. She was still smiling uncontrollably. For as much as she was trying to play it cool for now, she was tens times as excited for it as Kaylee sounded.
"Thank you. Of course I'll remember to mention you when I give my acceptance speech."
"GUH! So when's your first match?"
"Actually was working on that before you called. Still setting up my profile on the app."
"OOOOOoooooo! OOO! You gotta come over later! We'll spruce that thing up and get you plenty of hot sexy opponents! MMMM I CANT WAIT! OOhhMmmmm MmmfFff"
Allison stopped and rose a brow.
"Kaylee?"
"MMmhmm?"
"What are you doing right now?"
"...sitting."
"Where?"
"On Jamesie's handsome face."
"Well, that explains the moaning. How the heck does Plain James do oral anyways? I don't think I've ever seen him open his mouth."
"MMMMMFFF doesn't have to~ He just pushes his tongue out for me and then I ride that thing unti- OHHMmmm! until I burst all over his darling chin."
"Figures. I'm so proud of you for lasting the whole call though! Maybe you're finally starting to grow out of that whole 'trigger' thing." Allison mentioned, making reference to her best friend's infamous hypersensitivity. She gained the nickname 'Trigger' because of her hair-trigger orgasms-even riding the bus had required a thoroughly padded cushion she was forced to bring everyday to school. Otherwise she'd be forced to stand the entire time or suffer the rumbly molestation of the seat with a puddle resulting.
"...I've cum three times so far..." Kaylee muttered with an audible pout in her tone. Allison couldn't resist giggling wildly at her bestie's comically pitiful vulnerability to orgasmic pleasure.
"Awww~ Kaylee~ It's okay, you know most girls would kill to have that kind of gift."
"OOhmMMmFfMMMMM OOhhMFfff...I ... I"
"...going for number four already?"
BZzBZZzBbbZZZzzz
"Ohfuck! One second, Kaybear."
And then the whole world zoomed to a halt as Allison pulled the phone from ear to look at what caused the buzz.
'A Match Request!' read the notification bar.
"OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK," Allison started to mutter while hopping giddily in place.
"KAYLEE!"
"ALLISON!"
"I GOT MY FIRST MATCH REQUEST! IMMA HANG UP SO I CAN CHECK IT OUT!"
"OKAY GOOD LUCK! CALL ME AFTER!"
"SMOOCHES!"
"KISSIES!"
Allison proceeded to take a deep breath, preparing herself as she swiped into the super popular sexfight-manager app Fuckr. Her jaw dropped when she saw who the request was from.
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A Match Request!
From: Susanne Weiss
Hey cutie! Long time no see! I'm in town for a few days to see the fam. Happened to notice you pop up in the directory.
If you're free sometime in the next couple of hours, I'd love to see you again and maybe pop your sexfight cherry?~
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Suze Weiss and Allison had a history.
They were each other's firsts. They dated on and off for years.
Allison went to every single one of Suze's many athletic events as her biggest cheerleader and even had the extreme privilege of wearing her varsity jacket.
Suze likewise went every single one of Allison's band's shows as the girl upfront who sang back the loudest, and sported the "The Awful Waffles" merch on most days.
They went to homecoming together. They went to prom together.
The relationship ultimately ended when Suze left for a prestigious college out of state on a full ride playing basketball.
They agreed, maturity beyond their years, that it would be 'see ya later' and not 'goodbye'. In the end, the whole experience with Suze just felt like a weird, perfect dream to Allison. It was too good to be true, and then just like that one day, POOF! she was gone. Still, she counted herself fortunate to have even had somebody like that in her life.
But now she was back in town for a while.
And wanted to have a sexfight.
What a day!
After some more texting back and forth, our plucky trans-protagonist rushed to the agreed venue. While she would have preferred to stop by the house and get a bit more dolled up for the occasion, Suze's tight schedule today didn't really permit that. About the best she could do was a quick touch-up in a nearby gas station restroom.
Eyeliner was quickly re-applied, framing her azure blue peepers for the second time today.