End Year.
Our wonderful Futa heroine has finally found herself some underwear and not only that been introduced to some of the mystic powers that flows in the cosmos.
The beautiful Sara has found her way into Fiona's bed and heart and is eagerly awaiting a return visit.
However, Fiona has been pushing her prick into her partners with relish and mind numbing orgasmic relief but her own holes are beginning to feel just a little bit neglected.
George is on his way.
Her first lover is in for a few surprises when he gets there.
One of them being the restored state of his Futa girlfriend.
Her fully working cock is now more than just a mouthful and even though George has heatedly wondered whether he can get her to fuck his slutty arse it seems his own cock is the target of several others.
Meanwhile the girls have found out that they are officially adopted sisters and met a lawyer who has set them up financially for life.
The grumpy old prick that was pretending to be their grandfather was in fact a twin of their real relative and has now been put in jail for heinous crimes committed in his past that had a strange echo of the arrangement he was setting up with the women.
Good riddance.
Will George be able to cope with Fiona and her new outlook on life?
Will Danny and Kev welcome both of them into their relationship with Julia?
*****
George Weaver touched down at the interstellar spaceport on Thes at Morning, the capital located in the northern hemisphere. The shuttle service was a little old fashioned but he didn't like the feeling that teleportation left in his mouth. Something about being re-energised on a raised platform surrounded by medical staff and transporter operators that asked a thousand questions to ensure that the matter transfer worked correctly worried him. You would think after hundreds of cycles and billions of transfers that everyone would be satisfied that the bloody things worked properly. Humans still had a distrust of things that other species took for granted.
He knew his departed mother and aunt had worked hard on maintaining the software and hardware components of the process and had no doubt that it all worked correctly. Neither of them would have had private ones installed in their offices and homes if they didn't. Still, touching down in Morning gave him a little bit of concern. Fiona lived a fair few hours north of the station and his flight from
Thallix II
had been delayed by Petik Sinclair, the pilot, being held up in a meeting with the security chief, Austin Sprittle. It had taken George all of his courage to tell the man that Petik was not to hang around
Thes
as his bodyguard, and no he did not want a team to accompany him, incognito or not.
His Aunt had finally stepped in and told Austin that she would let George fly the ship himself to
Thes
and that would be the end of it. The security chief was not a happy man as he finally conceded and promised he would not interfere in George's vacation. Aunt Jemma eyed the man shrewdly as he slammed himself back into his seat behind his corporate desk. "Austin, George may be the richest being this side of the galaxy but he is going off to meet the woman he hopes will be his wife. She is the one who sent for him and even paid for his return trip. He has not yet told her who he is. At the moment it is all balls and pussy. He does not need you or any of your people spying on him while he and she fuck the daylights out of each other. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Jemma. I understand. But if anyone finds out who he is, or I get one whiff that they have I will have a team over there and surrounding him in less than an hour. That is my job!" he replied in a respectful compromise. Jemma Platten nodded as she left the room and headed back to her heavily fortified and secluded mansion. Austin Sprittle smiled as the little woman left, he had already expected the result he had encountered. He picked up his communicator and confirmed with his contact that everything was in place. Happily he decided that he would leave early and see if he could find a foursome for golf.
George smiled happily when the unmarked Platten shuttle left with no-one having noticed that he had slipped away from the other passengers that had accompanied him on his flight. They were a group of techs and engineers who were heading out to some backwoods part of
Thes
to set up a new communications centre. None of them knew whom he was as he anonymously sat at the back of the ship and played with his latest manga video game. It was a pornographic adventure of his favourite Futa heroine, Yuiko, as she strove to fuck as many of her university lecturers as she could in order to get the best grade. It was simply a rubbish storyline but the graphics artists had been very talented and had drawn the Futa in exquisite detail as they showed her monster cock slicing into willing pussy and tight arses or the equivalent in a mind boggling array of different beings. George had no idea that some of the species he had encountered at university had such strange arrangements between their legs, and sometimes other places. His cock, hard for most of the journey, did not go unnoticed by a couple of the solid, but homely, women on the flight. He had politely declined their whispered offers of helping him join the freefall club.
He had freshened up in his private cabin just before boarding the shuttle and heading to the surface of
Thes
