07

Warning: there is a scene of attempted sexual assault and violence

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Six

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Rhia

For the first time I could remember, I was frustrated at how well my body was adapted for sex.

Jemma had been somewhat excited by what was going on. I suspected she was sort of into giving those two...men...blowjobs until they tried to force the issue. And I knew she enjoyed servicing me because it was unavoidable; there was a chemical in futa cum that helped speed endorphin release. If people weren't enjoying themselves to begin with it wouldn't suddenly get them on board, but if they were into it then they'd be more into it. Case in point, she was annoyed enough at Robin and me that she wasn't interested in any more activity.

However, I'd noticed Robin's interest in the situation, and even as she drove I could smell the arousal on her. It wasn't helping me either; Jemma had got me off but it wasn't the most satisfying encounter. I was desperately trying to clamp down my own instincts. That problem was only going to get worse, I knew, because as I got more aroused I put out more pheromones, and in the confines of the vehicle they wouldn't be dispersing. I'd opened my window a bit but Robin had quickly begun shivering so I had to close it; I still wasn't confident about these vehicles' safety and having her unsteady at the controls would not help.

We got back to their residence and I could tell she was still flushed and nervous. We entered as silently as possible so we wouldn't wake Kathleen, then she stood facing me in the eating area.

"Um...do you have to sleep now?" she asked, holding her hair and twirling it in her fingers while shifting back and forth with her whole body.

"No," I replied.

"I...um...I'm not that sleepy either," she said.

"Robin, we not do," I said, wishing for possibly the millionth time that I could learn their language faster.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You want sex. Not good plan," I said.

"Well you fucked Kathleen and let Jemma blow you. Am I too ugly? I am, aren't I?" she said, tears brimming in her eyes.

"It's...lots of bad. You not know."

"I don't have to be a slut to be good at sex!" she almost screamed, "So I'm a virgin, that doesn't mean I'm useless!"

"Robin?"

Kathleen came down the hall, quickly pulling on a robe, and saw the two of us standing there. "What are you two doing up?"

"I'm an ugly virgin!" Robin wailed and then broke down and started crying into Kathleen's chest.

Kathleen wrapped the girl in her arms and looked over at me with confusion and a little bit of accusation in her eyes. I wiped my hand down my face. I didn't have anywhere near the vocabulary in their language to explain this.

"My fault," I said, "Need talk Brad. Get more words."

"What about this?" she asked, pulling Robin tight to her.

"Should be good in morning," I said.

"Come on, let's go lie down honey," Kathleen said, leading Robin away.

I walked into the next room and dropped onto the couch, pulling up the TV. It wasn't as good as Brad's instruction, but the more words I could piece together the better.

And I needed to be able to explain myself soon or there would be real trouble.

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The next night, everyone from the house, plus Brad, were seated around the dining table. Kathleen was expectant, Robin looked embarrassed (she'd avoided me the entire day, not even able to look at me) and Jemma was angry. She'd redoubled her calls to have me thrown out that morning, saying that I assaulted her until Robin defended me. Both of them had cut off the argument before Kathleen could get details out of them, however.

I'd asked Robin to get me more time with Brad and he'd managed to leave their school early and come over. We'd spent six hours having a difficult and awkward conversation, but I made him understand how important this was.

"Okay," he said, "So Rhia and I have been talking and there's some things you all need to know."

"Is this about why she's a freak?" Jemma snapped.

"Jemma you will stop?" Kathleen said, "You've been nothing but horrible to Rhia since she got here, for no reason."

"She assaulted us all! You're all treating her like a lost puppy when she could kill any one of us any time she likes. Or just force us to have sex with her," she said, glaring back at her mother.

Kathleen blushed a little but stared her daughter down. "Fine, we're all adults here. Yes, I've had sex with Rhia. Several times. And I was not forced into any of them. So get that out of your head right now."

"Well she had me suck her off last night, so what do you say to that?" Jemma snapped.

"I say you're holding back information, because when I saw Rhia last night she was upset and poor Robin was crying," Kathleen replied.

"What did you do to her?" Jemma said, glaring at me.

"Ladies!" Brad called out above the rising din, "I think what Rhia and I discussed today can help clear this up. Can I talk?"

Jemma and Kathleen glanced back and forth a few times more, but everyone sat down. Brad took a deep breath.

"So I think we all assumed Rhia was some sort of mild...mutation of humans, like when someone is born with a vestigial tail or four kidneys or something. In reality I think she's a different species."

"Like Neanderthals," Robin said.

"Yes," Brad agreed, "Close enough to humans that we look and act similarly, but start digging down and things get strange quickly."

Brad looked around at the girls again, gulped, and blushed, "Um...so everything from here is about sex, um..."

"Just get on with it Brad," Robin said to him.

"Right. So there are no men in Rhia's society," Brad said, "Men do exist; they found them ten years ago or so, maybe more; I'm still a little fuzzy on the larger units of time. Anyway, yeah, there are men in her...home, but they're trying to invade and enslave everyone from Rhia's society. That's why she's...not always comfortable with me."

"So...Wait she has both sets of...parts. Is everyone like her?" Jemma asked, showing an odd moment of interest.

"No, they have women too, and as far she describes them, the women seem human, like all of you. There are more women than...futanari. That's what Rhia is," Brad said.

"So they have these futurami or whatevers instead of men. How does that matter to anything going on here?" Jemma asked.

"Let him explain, Jemma," Kathleen chided.

"So based on what Rhia's told me, she's designed to breed. When she's...aroused, which is a lot, she puts out natural pheromones that get women aroused. Apparently similar chemicals are in...um...her semen too."

"So she's a walking date-rape drug," Jemma grumbled.

Robin and Kathleen snapped at her but I jumped in. "Not that strong," I said loudly and they quieted, "If you interested, makes you more interested. If not, can't change your mind."

Robin timidly stammered out, "Is that...why I was..."

I nodded to her before she finished and she seemed to relax in relief. There was a pause, then she looked up and said, "Why? I mean...mammals on our planet use pheromones but we have communication and reasoning. And you...I mean you don't need the help to be attractive."

"Home planet dangerous," I said, "Lots of animals that kill."

"Apparently they didn't rise to be the dominant species on their planet as fast as we did," Brad said, "They were more prey for a while, so they needed to keep their population up."

"And they couldn't waste time courting and negotiating, they needed the women willing faster," Kathleen added.

Robin suddenly snapped her fingers. "That's why you have both, isn't it? If you have to, you can carry a child!" she said.

I nodded. "Not easy. Have sex with another futa, chance of baby one in 100. Have sex with woman is one in five."

Kathleen suddenly paled. "One in five?"

"I have machine," I said, "I not able to make baby."

"Still..." Kathleen said absently, "I should probably get a prescription."

"Their mating drives don't shut down," Brad added, "Rhia's in the military, and when they're deployed out on ships they have to relieve themselves with partners. If they go too long they go into this trance-like state where they almost mindlessly seek out a partner. They can't have their soldiers doing that, but they don't want a bunch of kids running around either, so they have contraceptive implants."

"Wait, their military units all have a group of sluts following them around to just bend over whenever people like her need a quickie?" Jemma asked, sounding disgusted.

"Not bad job," I said, "Women wait for years to be selected."

"I get that," Kathleen said quietly, then blushed when she realized she said it out loud.

"So fine, sex with you is apparently amazing and you have crowds of women spreading their legs and begging for a fuck," Jemma said, "I'm not one of those girls."

"Rhia thought it would help explain some of the things that have apparently happened lately. She didn't tell me details," Brad immediately clarified when all three women looked at him sharply, "but I guess there's been some confusion and misunderstandings?"

Brad was clearly hoping for more details but none of the women filled him in.

After a while of silence, Kathleen looked at me a few times and then said, "Rhia...does sex with you...change people?"

"Not sure," I said, truthfully, "There is thing with girls. Make adult. Bad translation. They have first sex with futanari, then they go...they orgasm for long time."

"That happened to me, our...first time," Kathleen said.

"Yes," I agreed, "But you came out faster. We told it last whole day, but you not that long."

"It still took me a whole day to be myself," Kathleen said.

"Wait, you make all the women fuck you?" Jemma said, sounding horrified.

"Not make," I corrected her, "they do when they think is time."

"Is it like the Middle East, they have these...people wandering around fucking the girls for their first time?" Jemma asked.

"Okay, one, that's not done officially anymore," Brad said, "Two...Jemma they have a totally different culture. They don't have family units the way we do. Each futanari might have three to five women attached to them, and some of them are shared with others depending on jobs and status. At least, that's what I sort of got from Rhia."

"So they're all living in big free love communes the whole time?" Jemma asked, not sounding any happier with the idea.

"Judgey much?" Robin said under her breath.

"How can you not be?" Jemma asked, "She told us her body produces perfume that makes women horny and in order to be considered an adult you have to bend over for them and then deal with the fact that you're out of it for a day and have no control over that? Plus you're almost guaranteed to get pregnant?"

"She just said the girls choose when it happens," Robin countered, but Kathleen stopped them before they continued.

"Girls, please," she said, then turned back to me, "What changes happen?"

I felt my face fall. "I don't know. I am futanari, I not have it. Only girls."

"Did something happen to you?" Jemma demanded of Kathleen, again glaring at me. I was starting to wonder how her forehead wasn't cramping.

Kathleen sighed, "We all know I was an alcoholic. I wasn't even functional about it. I can't apologize for that enough; I'll never be able to, but I'm going to again. But aside from that, after...my first time with Rhia? When I recovered? I don't even want to think about drinking. Also, with how much I was drinking, I should be a mess. Last time I tried to quit I was shaking all the time and would pass out for twelve hours. This time I've got nothing. Whatever the change was it completely detoxed me in a day. Also..."

She cut off despite everyone looking at her. "It's all personal stuff," she said.

"Brad, get out for a few minutes," Jemma said.

"No, it's fine, but I don't know if you want to hear about your mother-"

"I think we're way past that, Mom," Jemma said, and there were hints of old bitterness in her tone.

Kathleen sighed. "Fine. My bras don't fit. My boobs are bigger, and they're firming up. They don't sag as much. Also I'm...bigger down there."

"What does that mean?" Robin asked, then blushed and added, "Sorry I-"

Kathleen sighed over the rest and just blurted, "I've got more room. I can take a bigger cock now. There, that's all of it. At least, all of it that I noticed. Maybe it cleaned out my arteries too, I don't know."

Everyone looked over at me and I got nervous. "Is that...normal?" Robin finally asked.

"I not know," I repeated, "We don't see before and after. We do know girls...more like women after they recover, but [coming of age masters] keep secrets."

"What was that in the middle?" Brad asked.

"Our name for women...they in charge of coming of age matchings," I said.

"The stuff you described...it sort of makes sense," Robin said tentatively, "All of the changes are related to having a kid. Fixing boobs, making the vagina able to accommodate Rhia...Maybe her egg count is up too."

"And the detox?" Jemma asked.

"Well that's obvious, isn't it?" Robin said, "You can't have toxins in the bloodstream if you want a healthy kid.

"So is that like a vaccine? Is she gonna have to get an...'injection' on the regular or she relapses?" Jemma asked.

"Change is one time," I explained, "People...damage afterward, sex does not fix. Need medicine."

"No point in me going gay then, I guess," Brad said with a rueful laugh.

"Our stuff has no effect on men. Have...seen," I said. In my mind I flashed back to the demoralizing videos the Subjugators sent of captured futas tortured and raped and being forced to cum.

To force my thoughts in another direction, I asked, "Your legs...injury?"

"My back, actually. Spinal cord damage from a car accident when I was little. My mom hadn't put me in a car seat and I slammed into the door. It didn't sever it, but my legs definitely don't work."

There was a pause, then he looked over at Jemma and said, "And yes, it's broken. You could strip down and dance on the table and it wouldn't twitch."

"I didn't ask," she said.

"Not out loud," he said, "but everyone thinks it."

"Well thanks for the most fucked up family meeting I've ever been to. I really wanted to waste my Friday night doing this rather than hanging out with my friends," Jemma said.

"Jemma," both Robin and Kathleen tried to say, but Jemma put up a hand.

"Save it. I'll be in my room."

Jemma

"Where the fuck are we Jemma?" Alexa asked me.

"Amotoca, near the quarry," I said.

"I fucking know that. Shit, I came up here with Teddy Armand last week," she said.

"Oh," I replied, a little quieter.

"Basic wham bam. Nice itch scratcher, but nothing spectacular. Only got off because I had my fingers going like a vibe."

I couldn't figure out what my next question should be, so we sat in silence for a bit. Then I felt Alexa's hand slide across my shoulders. Then her breath was on my neck.

"I know what you want, you horny blonde slut. There's only one reason you bring Alexa Moore up to the quarry by Amotoca."

"I...I didn't-" I started, but then her breath closed on my neck and became a kiss, and I moaned.

I was frustrated with myself, but more so with that bitch Rhia.

Ever since Thursday night I'd been horny as fuck. The twins and Alexa had to go cheer at a game Friday, so there hadn't been any "mandatory playtime" in the locker room. Usually that was a relief but I'd actually

missed

it.

I really hadn't taken Alexa up here to seduce her, but I'd forgotten that she didn't need to be on something to be a complete nympho. Basically all you had to do to "seduce" her was say "please?" or just get your tits out. Or your cock if you were a guy.

She already had me turned away from the center console and her hands were up my shirt. The twins wanted a "club" vibe at their house so I had on a risky crop-top that barely covered my tits and had no back. Alexa's hands slid in and fondled my breasts expertly, since she was more than intimately familiar with them. Meanwhile her mouth nipped, sucked, and licked at my neck exactly the way I liked it. I pushed myself back, digging my hips into the console a bit, but also pressing my shoulders into her tits. The feel of her breasts against my back was comforting and erotic at the same time.

Her hands moved from fondling me to tweaking my nipples, and when she pressed her tits even more against my back I knew I was in for a ride. Her sucking on my neck increased as her fingers twisted, pulled, and snapped across the hard buds at the peaks of my breasts. She lifted my breasts up by the nipples twice, making me hiss through my teeth at the pleasure and pain from the sensation until she let them go and grabbed them against as they bounced. I turned to capture her mouth and our tongues slid across each other's, wetting and licking whatever we found.

I had to break off so I could breathe and Alexa leaned forward so she could bring my breast up and suck on it. I groaned loudly at the contact and the feel of her tongue on the abused nipple. Then she tweaked the other one as she bit down.

I bucked and my knee hit the car horn as my climax exploded. My orgasms always seemed sharper when my breasts were involved. The couple of times someone made me cum just from playing with my breasts it was almost like the climax stabbed into me.

I pulled Alexa's face down to mine and we kissed again, only pausing to come up for air. She'd gotten me off to get me revved up, not aware I was already more revved up than usual. She pulled me over the middle to join her in the passenger seat and my ass hit the horn again, making us both giggle between lip locks.

The car was hers; a little old Japanese coupe her grandparents scrounged for her. It technically had a back seat, but not if you were any bigger than Alexa. Fortunately her size meant we could improvise.

She had the passenger seat reclined until it hit the back and I was on top of her. Our shirts and bras were gone seconds later and our breasts melded and mashed together as we grabbed at each other, still making out like the horny teenagers we were. The flesh padding between us rubbing together and the little spikes I felt as our nipples dragged and flicked across each other sent shivers through my body.

Alexa was content with that for a while, but it wasn't long before her hands slipped below the pants I'd worn and started kneading the cheeks of my ass. Her nails lightly scraped as she moved her fingers around, pulled tight against me by the still fastened bottom. I gave in, reached down, and undid my pants. She'd worn a dress and no panties, so she was already nude, and when I finished undoing my pants, I slipped my fingers down to find her wet snatch.

She moaned into my ear as she moved her hands to shimmy my pants down. The cool air hit my bare ass as I slipped two fingers into her roasting hot box. She squeezed my cheeks in time with my finger thrusts, pulling on me as if urging me to fuck her with a cock I didn't have. The thought sent an image of Rhia into my head. I tried to ignore it, but the feeling stayed with me.

Alexa pulled my head down and we kissed again as I almost crushed my fingers grinding them into her as our pelvises tried to meet each other. Her legs wrapped around my thighs where my pants bunched up and I felt her cheerleader muscles tighten, then quiver and shake as her orgasm crested. Her hands slid all around my back and ass as she switched between hugging me and groping key areas.

"I wanna fuck," Alexa said, "in the middle. Get it."

I flipped up the lid in the center that revealed an impressively deep storage bin. Inside was a double-dildo in a large ziplock bag.

"So what did

you

have planned for me?" I asked.