AN: Again, this story is mostly Futa on male. It contains Futa on Female, but mostly its about Futa on male. That's a particular fetish not everyone has. If you don't have it, I recommend the back button. Ok, on with the story.
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Jacob Abrams was born in Paras, capital of Frankia, one of the largest allied nations. His father, a carpenter, had served in the first Great War, meeting the forces of the Vemar Empire on the battlefield. The war had devastated both sides, but ultimately the allied forces had been victorious and the Vemar Empire had been disbanded. Jacob's father had seldom spoken of the conflict.
Jacob grew up in the period between the wars. After five years of destruction and bloodshed on an unprecedented scale, society swiftly recovered. Vemar was no longer a threat, and prosperity was theme of the decade. The old wooden buildings that had lined Paras's streets for centuries were gradually being replaced by concrete and brick. Even so, there was plenty of work for a carpenter, and so Jacob learned his trade as his father's assistant.
He met Rebecca when they were both ten years old. Her father was a manager at a cement factory near the edge of the city, which was also near where Jacob's family lived. She was like quicksilver, always flitting from place to place. He envied her, since he always had to spend most of his time helping his father with work. In any case, he soon began to spend nearly all his free time with her. She matured faster than he did. One day when they were twelve, Rebecca suddenly twined her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. At that point in his life, he had never even thought of kissing her before. As her tongue entered his mouth he felt his heart start to pound. Later, when he remembered that first kiss he supposed that he had always been in love with her, but he just hadn't realized it until that day. At the time, he had mostly been confused.
Matters between men and women were becoming increasingly confusing in those times, and not just for Jacob and Rebecca. The Female Apotheosis Party, or FAP, was gaining considerable prominence. Although the party wasn't as dominant in Frankia as it was in the new Vemar Republic, FAP still made a massive impact on society. The FAP's adherents blamed the devastation of the Great War on male pride, greed and sexual inadequacy, and demanded a complete restructuring of society. Marriage, they claimed, was horribly oppressive to women. He had once read one of their pamphlets. "
The expectation that a man be allowed to monopolize a woman's body for his own use is outrageous and entitled," it said. "The human female has the unalienable right to seek the best genetic material for her offspring, and the responsibility of supporting those offspring should fall upon men
as a whole
, regardless of the identity of the child's sire.
" He asked Rebecca what she thought of all this. She had agreed that women were morally superior to men, but she also insisted that she wanted to get married. "Shopping around for 'superior genetic material' doesn't sound very romantic," she said. "I'd rather just have your babies instead."
The rise of the Futareich and the beginning of the Second Great War shocked the people of Frankia. Sure, they had all been aware of the existence of the Futanari, artificial women with male sexual organs that the FAP in the Vemar republic had developed. They had heard rumors about just how aggressive and potent the Futanari were, though most considered such tales to be exaggerated. No one had ever imagined that these unnatural creatures would actually seize control of Vemar and create their own government. The newly-formed Futareich immediately declared its hostile intentions toward its neighbors, demanding their immediate surrender. Frankia responded by mobilizing her troops. Jacob was 17 when the war began. He knew if the conflict dragged on, he too would have to fight. Though he had no great desire to go to war, he was determined to do his duty when the time came.
A significant portion of Frankian women seemed disturbingly pro-Futa. They gathered in universities and other public forums to demand the immediate surrender of the Frankian government and the assimilation of Frankia into the Futareich. The war was going poorly, and with every defeat the alliance suffered, pro-Futa sentiment seemed to swell. When stories of the cruelty and rapaciousness of the Futas reached the streets of Paras, somehow the pro-Futa movement became even louder and more strident. Thankfully Rebecca did not share in the typical female enthusiasm for the enemy of her people. Her two older brothers had joined the army in the first days of mobilization. Both were missing and presumed dead after the battle of Crack Gulch.
By Jacob's 18th birthday, the military situation was dire. Frankia's remaining troops were drawn up in a tight cordon around Paras, heavily dug in and fortified. The siege was expected to take months, but without reinforcements, the defenses would certainly eventually fall. He married Rebecca in a small ceremony with only a few friends and family invited. They made love passionately that night, for the next day he would be joining the last desperate defense of his country. The wedding night was far from their first sexual experience, but it was
electric
in a way none of their previous nights together had ever approached. He felt as if the two of them had become one in the warmth of their marriage bed, and as he spent himself inside her his love and adoration for her swelled to a crescendo. As hot pulses of pleasure burned through Jacob's mind, he heard Rebecca gasp raggedly as she clamped down hard on his manhood. That feeling alone put all their previous lovemaking to shame. In the wee hours of the morning, they both collapsed into exhausted, satisfied slumber.
As the newlyweds slept in their post coital bliss, a Hingmact force spearheaded by the elite Schwantz Staffel launched a daring lightning attack against the defenders of Paras, encircling the city's defenders and forcing them to surrender. The next morning, the forces of the Futareich marched into the city uncontested. Thousands of women came out to cheer their conquerors, strewing their own undergarments before the parade of victorious shemales. And so, on a path of panties, the forces of the Futareich rode into the first of the great cities of mankind. The nation of Frankia had been brought to her knees, and soon so would her people.
Jacob and Rebecca slept in. They had only just heard the news of the city's defeat when the door to their apartment crashed inward. A single Hingmact soldier stepped through the open doorway, past the splintered remnant of the door she had kicked in. She idly brushed some dust off of her form-fitting grey uniform and stood at parade rest, glancing around the room with interest. Her eyes flashed as they passed over Rebecca and again when they locked on Jacob. She smiled pleasantly as if she had merely knocked on the door instead of kicking it in. "I was told there were newlyweds living in this apartment. That's you two?"
The soldier was the first Futanari Jacob had ever seen in person. Although he had heard them described before, the descriptions he got were inconsistent. Some claimed the Futas were giants of freakish proportions. Others insisted that they were simply normal women save for their differing sexual organs. The truth, as he now saw, was somewhere between. At about six foot five, the soldier
was
taller than any woman he had ever seen, though he had known one or two men who were taller than she. In form she was very feminine indeed. The soft swell of her breasts and luscious curve of her hips especially drew his eye. Apart from her exceptional height, there were two obvious physical clues that she was no ordinary woman. The first was her legs. The tight cut of her uniform showed the contours of her legs quite well, and they were
massive
. Her thighs were especially thick, and none of that size was fat. Whenever she stepped forward or shifted her weight, her incredible quadriceps coiled and uncoiled in a way that reminded Jacob of a crouching lion about to pounce. The second difference, obviously, was the bulge between those powerful thighs. Her uniform pants had clearly been tailored to accommodate the extra equipment of a Futanari, though he had a hard time believing that her "equipment" could possibly fill up that much space. A large, wide, iron grey zipper ran vertically down the curve of that massive extrusion, clearly designed to draw the eye.
