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Awakening Part 1 and 2 by Doomsday
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Awakening Part 1
by Doomsday
Alice felt her head pulsating, a throbbing and excruciating pain before she opened her eyes. Her heartbeat felt like it was going to rattle her flesh from her bones. The sound of a crackling fire behind her radiated a certain heat and light one could naturally feel through closed eyelids. Ever so slowly with her head still pounding from a source unknown to her, she took in the first blurry sights of her surroundings. Lying on a soft pelt of some possibly extinct animal soaked with two puddles of lukewarm fluids. Her vision cleared finally, she was lying on her stomach on a pelt near a fireplace equipped with fuel.
With wavering strength she propped herself on her arms, a puddle of blood stained the edge of the pelt and began to coagulate on the hardwood floor. A certain note of horror was suddenly instilled inside her psyche. “Is this my blood ?”, was the first thought that she ripped between her internal and external inquiries. As she rolled over, for some reason a wave of exhaustion yet she began quivering with some pleasurable sensation. Something along the traces and crevices of her lithe frame pulsated, giving off a hot and organic smell to it. Her breasts began to have small dribbles of sweat leading down her curvy abdomen. Each breath slowed her heart down as she focused on the task at hand. Her rose shaded nipples began to recede from their sexual dagger-like tips. Then a faint odor reached her, a thick a musty stench, one that she thought she must have been imagining. An instinctual smell that told out ancient forbearers when the females were fertile like the swelling Nile. She let her eyes wander in search of the smell, when she noticed it she recognized it right away. It was a extensive pool of cum, at the farther edge of the carpet pelt. Then that’s when the real questions began to flood her mind.
Resident Evil: Project FutAlice by Rexxon – Pic by Thriller
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Resident Evil: Project FutAlice
by Rexxon
Summary: Alice is transformed into a futanari by Umbrella’s experiments. Thankfully, Jill Valentine and Rebecca Chambers don’t mind at all! (set between Apocalypse and Extinction, written for DirtyDale)
Excerpt from Chapter 3:
Feeling the blood rushing to her cock, still stuffed tight into her pants, Alice fought the instinctive urge to cross her legs. “C-can I get a smoke?” she stuttered, desperate for a distraction. Jill nodded and passed her a pack, then lit a match for her. Fumbling in her haste, Alice drew out a cigarette and placed the tip into the flame.
Taking a much needed drag from her cigarette, Alice did not notice as Jill snuck around her back. Alice gasped as Jill’s hands slipped under her top, cupping her modest breasts, kneading the soft mounds. The cigarette fell from her mouth as her jaw dropped. “J-Jill?” Alice exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh…” Jill quieted as she planted a line of gentle kisses from Alice’s collarbone and up her neck, all the while continuing to rub Alice’s breasts. “I know you want this as much as I do.” Jill said. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you checking me out.” She added. “I was a cop you know.”
Alice was enjoying Jill’s massaging and kissing too much to voice a reply. Her skin, still cool from the shower, tingled pleasantly as Jill’s warm palms pressed against her and every spot Jill pressed her lips to her body felt as though it had been electrified. “After all that death, all that pain, I just want one moment of pleasure” Jill whispered sensually between kisses, though her words were also tinged with sadness.
When Jill reached Alice’s ear, she nibbled on the lobe. Alice gasped sharply again as her member sprang to attention, straining against the tight fabric of her pants. She crossed her legs over her penis to keep it out of sight, but the motion caused it to bend awkwardly. The slightly painful sensation aroused her further, causing her cock to harden even more. Biting her lip in frustration, Alice whimpered, certain her cock would resemble a pretzel before long.
Unaware of Alice’s inner turmoil, Jill’s hands roamed across Alice’s tight body. One hand tweaked and pinched Alice’s nipples, sending tiny jolts of pleasure into her chest. The other hand rubbed slow circles down her taut abdomen as it drifted towards her crotch.
The Phantom Futa’s Official Origin and Bio – Pic by Ganassa
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The Phantom Futa’s Official Origin
by Rexxon and Futa Fan
Jamie Blair grew up in the suburbs outside of Freedom City and spent her youth reading comics, dreaming of one day becoming a superhero. Jamie had no powers of her own but that did not stop her from training constantly to become the best hero Freedom City had ever seen. Although her older brother Eric mocked her hopes of becoming a superhero, her father Barry, a comic book artist, encouraged his daughter’s dream and taught her how to think and act like the heroes he depicted. He even arranged for Jamie to attend martial arts classes much to the consternation of Jamie’s mother Stephanie, who worried what these wild ideas would do to her daughter’s future.
Jamie proved to be exceptionally talented at the martial arts. By the time she was a junior in high school Jamie had already won two state championships in mixed martial arts fighting. Having been taught by her father that heroes must be strong in mind as well as strong in body, Jamie pushed herself to excel academically.
Much to her mother’s relief, as Jamie grew older her dreams of superheroism faded away a bit. Still driven by a strong sense of right and wrong, Jamie applied to and was promptly accepted by the criminal justice program at Freedom City University.
One night when she was walking back to her dorm after a night of partying with her friends Jamie Blair was attacked by three men. They pulled her into a dark alley with the intention to rape and rob her but Jamie proved too much for them. Her years of training paid off and she dispatched each man with incredible ease and swiftness. Although she tried to put the incident behind her, Jamie’s mind remained fixated on that one night. The sense of empowerment, the thrill of combat, and the satisfaction of seeing her would-be attackers arrested, knowing that the streets were a little safer thanks to her.
Soon afterwards, Jamie spent her nights patrolling the FCU campus in a makeshift purple costume. The college newspaper named her “The Purple Phantom” and her popularity as a local legend grew.
After a few months in the spotlight The Purple Phantom craze was at its peak and Jamie Blair loved every minute. She appeared in costume at various events around campus where she signed autographs and posed for pictures with her fans. Though she was careful to always wear a traditional superhero mask Jamie Blair was unable to keep her true identity a secret from one obsessed fan.
With the help of modern facial mapping technology, Clint Adams, a security guard at FCU, was able to narrow down the identity of The Purple Phantom by using all the images of her online as references and comparing them to the college’s student registry. Once he figured out who Jamie Blair really was he began stalking her, learning her patrol patterns at night and school schedule during the day until Clint finally made his move.
At the height of her popularity, The Purple Phantom was invited by the mayor’s office to be the guest of honor at the grand opening of the Aztec Mythology exhibit at the Freedom City Natural History Museum. Once Jamie arrived in costume, Clint Adams emerged from the crowd demanding she expose her true identity or he would blow up the whole exhibit, including all the guests, with the makeshift bomb-vest he was wearing. Seeing no other option The Purple Phantom was forced to comply and reveal herself to the public.
Overcome with joy Clint Adams got down on one knee and professed his love for Jamie but thanks to her quick reflexes and years of training she used that moment of vulnerability to tackle Clint, sending them both into the Aztec exhibit room. This gave the mayor and the rest of the hostages a chance to escape from the museum before Clint detonated the bombs.
The explosion tore apart the museum and both Clint Adams and The Purple Phantom were destroyed in the blast. The public mourned the death of their hero while her family mourned the loss of their beloved daughter and sister. Distraught and hounded by the media, the Blair family left Freedom City behind to start anew.
Unbeknownst to them all, the night of the museum bombing, a lone figure emerged from the rubble. Against all odds, Jamie had miraculously survived the explosion. The centerpiece of the Aztec exhibit was a golden fertility idol shaped in the image of Chicoxoqtl, a hermaphroditic goddess. As Clint Adams’ bomb exploded, Jamie was sent flying into the idol of Chicoxoqtl, drawing the attention of the goddess. Sensing Jamie had a greater destiny ahead of her, the goddess intervened to save her life.
Chicoxoqtl used her vast power to halt the flow of time so that she could bestow her blessings upon Jamie. With a kiss that held both the tenderness of a mother and the passion of a lover, the goddess shared a part of her divine essence with the wounded Jamie Blair. The arcane magic of the goddess transformed Jamie’s body, as a penis and testicles sprouted from her groin.
Using the phallus as a conduit, Chicoxoqtl poured more of her essence into Jamie, granting incredible powers to the young hero including great strength and resistance to harm. Being a goddess of fertility, Chicoxoqtl’s blessings were all fueled by sexual energy. To ensure that she would never be completely vulnerable, Chicoxoqtl also endowed Jamie with an impressive libido.
Having worked her craft, Chicoxoqtl restored the flow of time and left the mortal realm.
While Jamie’s newly manifested superhuman durability saved her from being killed, the force of the explosion was great enough that she still suffered a serious concussion that resulted in retrograde amnesia.
Jamie was left with no memories prior to waking up in the rubble of the ruined museum. Dazed and confused, she stumbled into the dark alleyways of the city’s derelict industrial district. Her costume had been nearly disintegrated by the explosion and Jamie was almost naked as she wandered into the seedier part of Freedom City where she was confronted by a local gang.
Taking advantage of Jamie’s memory loss, the gangsters attempted to rape her. However, Jamie’s years of martial arts training were still intact somewhere in the recesses of her mind and aided by her new superstrength, she quickly beat the gang members to bloody pulps. When one gang member pulled a gun Jamie hurled a bolt of energy at him, melting the weapon to slag.
Surprised by her own fighting prowess and unnatural abilities, Jamie took shelter in an abandoned warehouse as she tried to remember who she was. Her thoughts were interrupted by the shocking realization that she had grown a fully functional penis and testicles to accompany her vagina.
Her mind still jumbled after the severe trauma of the explosion, bits and pieces of superhero comics began to mix with her own memories. Combined with the revelation she had received martial arts training and had superpowers, Jamie came to the inevitable conclusion that she was a superhero. She constructed an origin story for herself, believing that her family had been murdered and that she had since dedicated her life to stopping criminals as a costumed vigilante.
The woman once known as Jamie Blair and the Purple Phantom refashioned herself as The Phantom Futa and set out to once again wage her eternal war on crime.
[GW] “Introduction: Mongra Shimmerleaf” by Anthony Berden
I wanted to say a few words before I share this story. First, I wanted to thank you all for reading this blog by Futa Fan, awesome person and site, eh? Yep! Anyways, what inspired me for this story was a erotic role-play my friend and I did in World of Warcraft, and I was a pet in her guild, and she was amazing! This is for her, as well as the others that have a kink in being destroyed by a giant elf with a thick cock. Warning!: This does cover toilet-play! Other than that, on with the show!
- Anthony Berden
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“Introduction: Mongra Shimmerleaf”
By Anthony Berden
“I plead of your mercy, Chieftain,” whined a humanoid pet – a slave rank in the Bloodstalker tribe – as she sucked at the massive dick of Mongra Shimmerleaf, who was the sole leader of the infamous amazonian tribe.
At eleven feet tall and nearly eight hundred pounds nude, this Shadow Elven giant was all the means muscular – with so much fiber rippling beneath her lavender hued skin, she looked much like a male. However, what made her female was the pure cleavage of the amazon. They matched the size of small beach-balls, shields of the nipple studded with bone. The sensitive tip itself was cross-crossed by twin shards of bones of men she slayed, each spike appearing to look like a penis.
Further down this navy-haired woman would reveal her namesake – A tattoo of a single, green oak leaf that shimmered when exposed to light just right. Beneath was the rock-hard eight pack the elf was known to have, scarred in skulls and weapon tattoos were evident from prior rituals when she came of age… But what made her feared – as well as loved, do not forget – was the monster she so proudly kept cleaned and paid attention to.
The phallus was the size of her forearm, or about three feet long and eight inches thick. The veins that ran along the shaft pulsed, even placid, and gave of a sweat-stained, musky scent that even her own kind was highly attracted to. However, the pets – by all literal means – were bathing in the smell. Anyways, the head of the dick was swollen at all times, small bands of gold and silver just beneath the purple crown of the cock. They glinted always with some sort of runeing, giving a “royal” look to the dick as it was gently caressed by one of her “special” pets (the ones that are chained to her cock and always near the monster and pleasing it).
To summarize Mongra’s set, her testicles were the size of basketballs. The rough, smooth scrotum had lightning-red tattoos that covered the whole bag, the balls beneath perfectly round and swollen. No hair was evident on her body, only for her head (where that draped down to her back). It was very common to see offerings of various things – lotions, condoms, etc. etc., – at the little holding place (large for a human) for which the testicles sat. It appeared these humans worshiped Mongra as a goddess, and her “Gift” a blessing to be impaled on.
Armor for Mongra was quite simple, a lone loincloth of red color was beaded to represent a vagina was the only thing on her body. If one looked closely at the bottom, they could see a small portion of her dick ooze precum wherever her feet lead her.
In two, large hands, were serrated battleaxes each a man in length and weighed nearly two hundred pounds each.
Finally, we rest onto Mongra’s feet and ankles. Each ankle was adorned with a very intricate design of obsidian stone, blood actually pulsing through the stone evidently. They tasseled as Mongra walked, making a “clink, clink” noise like small bracelets to metal. They, too, seemed to be be of some odd power aura this Chieftain Amazon gave off.
To her toes, our eyes feast on their simple beauty. They were finally manicured, digits not too fat or too slim, appearing simple… Delicious. One could have so many fantasies with the black-painted toes, so was their simple modesty and perfection. Mongra’s soles were perfection, not marred by any scars or even soil as she walked. It was common for her to simply trample a pet if she was annoyed at it or wished to release steam. Pets could be replaced, and easily.
“No,” Mongra snarled with a cruel grin, her crimson-glowing eyes glanced upwards from their position staring at the head of the woman she was getting head from, and only her head.
The Phantom Futa in “Midnight Justice” by LC
Here we are, the first in a long series of story posts featuring the one and only caped dickgirl, the Phantom Futa! This right here is a bit of an intro piece to get a feel for how it works and see what y’all think. Feel free to leave feedback, things you want to see, things I can improve on, and even ideas for the story. I have an overall plot arc in mind for the first season, but ideas for side plots and even the way you’d like to see the overall go is more than welcome.
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The Phantom Futa
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Midnight Justice
The sky was black but Freedom City was bright. It was only now, in the late hours of the night, that the city came alive. From the casinos where the powerful and the lucky gambled for dominance, to the brothels where the honest and the dishonest were equally disgraced. Crime ran this city, it paid for the law, it kept children fed, it kept the very life of the society alive. And those whom ruled crime would rule it all.
It was in a dark and dank alleyway behind a reputable city bank that the two men stood, waiting for their signal.
“Hey Marty, what was the name of that broad?” The first man asked loudly.
“My name is Martin.” The other man responded in annoyance.
“Yeah ok Martin. What was her name again?”
“Which one?” Martin asked gruffly, stilled simply annoyed by his companion.
The first man gestured. “You know, the blonde. You took her out the other night remember?”
Recognition flashed across Martin’s face. “Yeah Kelly. Bitch wouldn’t put out. She ate my meal and rode in my car and I cant get some tail for that?” He paused and thought for a second. “Humph, maybe her name was Katy. Had to smack her around a bit to make her cooperate if you know what I mean.”
The first man laughed. “Yeah I remember Pauly; ‘There goes another nice girl down the drain’ Ha ha!”
“Shut up Petey. So whens the truck supposed to be here?”
Petey checked his watch and then shrugged. “I dunno, soon.”
“They better get here soon.”
“Hey, these are Giovanni’s own guys, they’ll be here don’t worry.”
“Giovanni Bernatelli sent these guys himself? Shit if big man’s behind it this job will be no problem.”
The Bernatellis were the ones who ran Freedom City. From money laundering, to prostitution, to drugs, if it was illegal they did it. No criminal made a buck without some going to the Bernatelli Family. Even the cops were on their payroll, their power over Freedom City was absolute. Giovanni was their leader, Godfather of the sinister crime family. His was a name both feared and respected equally.
Martin’s gaze wandered to the alleyway across from him. There weren’t any others around, save one woman lingering in that dark alley. She wore a robe around her shoulders, hood up over her head, while beneath she wore nothing more than a skimpy outfit, possibly black or blue it was hard to tell in the light.
Her body was beyond desirable, tight curves and huge tits. Lust stirred within Martin, he wanted her, and he would have her no matter the price.
“Ah good the truck is here.” Petey said.
Martin looked to see the armored car backing into their alley. Obviously Bernatelli’s men were here and ready to crack into the bank before them.
“Yous guys get started, you don’t need me til you get to the safe anyway.”
Petey looked at him like he was crazy. “You’re kiddin right man?”
“Naw, im gonna go blow off some steam.”
Meryl fucking Scarlett’s tight throat by Dmitrys
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My god…I don’t know where to begin. Of course once I saw this pic I knew I was going to post it at some point. It’s just too damn hot!! Everything from Meryl’s expression to the amount of drool and semen coming out of Scarlett’s face is absolutely perfect. You can almost hear the gargling and ball slapping sounds. I would give my soul to be able to fuck Meryl in the ass while she thrusts deep into Scarlett’s throat. The amount of cum that would explode out of me would be epic!
Like an infomercial – But wait, there’s more! Not only do members to Dmitrys’ site get regular updates and exclusive pics but this particular post actually has a story too. Below is the first few paragraphs but trust me, it’s a lot longer.
“Aagghh mmpphh ggaahhp…” Scarlett gagged and whimpered as the thick meat of Meryl’s fuck-pole pushed all the way down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes as she fought down her gag reflex with every thrust. She wasn’t about to give the old bitch the satisfaction of making her puke on her dick! Her fingers flexed and clenched as she struggled against the belts holding her arms bound behind her back. She didn’t think her throat could take so much of Meryl’s prick until the older woman’s balls slapped against her nose.
“Mmmm, yes, that’s the stuff…” Meryl groaned above her as she squeezed her own tits together and rubbed her nipples against one another, the silver piercings in them clinking softly. She felt Scarlett’s throat flex around her cock.
“Damn nice,” Meryl said with a grin, then moaned as she plunged her cock balls deep into the girl’s throat again. She remained there for a moment, and Scarlett felt her lungs start to burn. She needed air! Her throat flexed and spasmed around Meryl’s cock, making the platinum-haired woman moan. “Mmmmm, almost as good as a cock-sleeve. Maybe better, since you got that collar on. Ooooh, makes it nice and tight…”
Read the rest of the story at DmitrysFuta and check out more exclusive pics
[Guest Writer - Alpha Maxim] “Hot Futa Mama” short story
Busty Futanari MILF by Uno Makoto
You walk up to the door of your girlfriend’s house and ring the bell. As you wait, you glance up and down the street, taking in the quiet suburban neighborhood. You hear the door being pulled open and you turn to greet your girlfriend. But it is not her.
Instead, you find yourself face-to-tits with the biggest breasts you’ve ever seen! The monstrous mammaries spill out of a lacy nightie several sizes too small. The frilly “hem” of the garment is suspended almost a foot away from the wearer’s body, and just barely covers the dark brown areola the size of dinner plates. Nipples thicker than your thumb poke out of the thin fabric, as though fruitlessly attempting to drill their way to freedom.
[Guest Writer - Alpha Maxim] Overtime at the F.U.T.A.
In the not-too distant future, food prices have skyrocketed. Government-enforced rationing is imposed but continued shortages lead to widespread rioting and civil unrest. Desperate to stop the chaos, the government creates the F.U.T.A. (Federal Utility Training Administration) to find new sources of food by any means necessary. Miraculously, within a few short years the F.U.T.A. has ended the food crisis by producing gallons upon gallons of FUTAmilk. Officials claim FUTAmilk is produced from genetically engineered cows that create a highly-nutritious and tasty beverage. Strangely enough, the F.U.T.A. never permits the public to visit the facilities where these cows are kept, classifying it as an issue of national security.
A young nurse named Sasha soon discovers just what is happening behind the doors of the F.U.T.A. as she is kidnapped and taken to one of their secret factories. Under the careful ministrations of the F.U.T.A. scientists, Sasha’s breasts begin to swell hugely, nipples growing fat and puffy, leaking sweet, creamy milk. Then, a lump forms on her groin. The lump thickens and grows into a thick cock, veins pulsing, balls churning with untold gallons of pent-up cum begging for release.
Her metamorphosis complete, Sasha is taken to the factory floor.
It is time for her first milking…
- Alpha Maxim
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