Two short side stories set before the first chapter. Story one follows Usagi and Ami as they board the futanari transit while story two sees Rei's slow dissent into depravity in the months leading up to her first time with Usagi.
Fetishes which appear in this chapter: Spanking, philosophical sex talk, skimpy clothing, anal, mentions of drug use, masturbation, onaholes, gravure pinup, public sex and exhibitionism.
Enjoy!
The first time Ami stepped aboard the Futanari Transit was with Usagi. Makoto and Minako had yet to make their debut, and Rei was staunchly opposed to any lewd activities, so it was just the two of them on their sexy lonesome.
As per usual, Usagi was dressed to kill. She wore a pink corset with some serious underboobage in the works and thin cotton shorts with a heart cutout where her ass crack was.
Ami was similarly decked out in scant clothing, only she had put in less effort to wear something fashionable and chic, opting instead for a black sports bra and black yoga pants. Simple, yet effective. Perhaps it was less alluring than the aesthetic sex that Usagi radiated beside her, but that was fine just so long as Ami's body could do the talking when push came to shove.
Despite agreeing quite amicably to join Usagi on her sensual odyssey that afternoon, Ami couldn't shake a lingering affect she'd felt earlier that morning. "Usagi," she asked, "why do we do this exactly?"
"Do what?" The blonde asked, eyeing her friend's bulge. It was a wonderful bulge, semi hard and perfectly outlined by the thin linen of Lycra adorning her lower half.
"Spend all of our time having sex." Ami said. "It's just weird how we have so much free time to do anything and yet all we ever do is find people to mate with."
Ami had, for years then, enjoyed casual sex with her classmates and, on one occasion, her mother, but it was only after she met Usagi that her schedule became clogged with fucking. Every single day she would either join Usagi out on the horny streets of Tokyo or join her in a bedroom where the two could relish in more intimate play. The sheer pleasure such a lifestyle offered was enough to convince most girls not to question anything, however Ami was a bit more philosophical than most, and couldn't help but contemplate the implications of being a nymphomaniac in an already hypersexualized ecosystem.
Usagi furrowed her brow. "Because we're young, fertile hotties with boners in our pants? I mean, why else would we fuck the way we do?"
"I guess I should be more specific," Ami said. "Like, for instance, what does it even mean to be hot? You always mention that I have a nice ass, but what does it mean for me to have a nice ass? Does it imply that I am destined to be the object of other people's desires based on its curvature and shape? Or does it imply that I too am a sexual being based on my own cognizance of my attractive butt?"
Usagi simply stared at the blue haired scout before smacking her on the ass. "It means that your tush is soft and fuckable. Don't overthink it."
Ami exhaled from the pleasure of being spanked, then calmly recollected her thoughts again. "But why is it that we're so attracted to others? Why do we view vulgar things so sacredly? Yes, stimulating your own genitals feels good, but that doesn't explain why we lose ourselves in the presence of another woman's junk. Does being a futanari mean that we only exist for sex? If that's the case, what is the purpose of my scholastic achievements? What point is there in knowledge or autonomy when society only values one's physical assets?"
Usagi closed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Ami," she began, "I'm not gonna pretend I have any answers to what you're asking. I'm not smart like you, and I don't really think about the reasons behind my lust. I act on it because feeling pleasure makes me happy.
"But what I do know is that my entire understanding of the world and people comes from my body. Nowhere else. My eyes tell me that your ass is round and juicy, therefore I stick my dick in it. My nose tells me that the smell of said booty is kinky, so I start thrusting. My ears tell me—"
"Where are you going with this?"
Usagi smacked her friend on the ass a second time. "No interruptions or I shall plow that delicious gutterbooty right here and now."
Ami sighed. "Fine. Please continue."
"Gladly. My ears tell me that the sound of you and I moaning gives me joy, so I clap them cheeks harder. And finally, my touch tells me that your tight asshole feels unbelievably fucking good around my dick, and that in turn makes my pussy wet and my nipples hard, which then brings me to an incredible orgasm. That's it. I'm just a nymphomaniac whose opinion is that Mizuno Ami is a hot whore thanks in part because of her hot fucking ass which feels like fireworks to my fingers."
Ami raised an eyebrow. "I think you forgot to include taste, Usagi."
"Well I can't taste your asshole when I'm ground pounding it, now can I?" It was then the transit bore onto the platform along with its familiar aroma of sex and musk. Ami readied to roll off her sports bra, but Usagi took her hand. In the blonde's eyes laid a large, glossy glint, one of concern rather than the usual lust. "Ami," she said.
Ami intertwined her fingers with Usagi's. "Yes?"
Usagi placed an uncharacteristically soft kiss atop her cheek, then pulled Ami's head into her chest. "I know that my words alone won't stop you from worrying about things, but please don't let that prevent you from enjoying yourself."
Ami nestled into her friend's breasts. It was hard to believe that underneath Usagi's slutty exterior was an empath of unparalleled virtue who would stop at nothing to reassure those she loved. "I'll try not to," she said.
"Good," Usagi said. "Because you fuck best when you're happy, after a—EEEK!" The blonde's own backside was struck by two powerful claps on either one of her sweet buttocks.
Ami snickered. "Payback's a bitch, huh Usagi?"
"Honestly, I'd rather be payback's bitch, if ya know what I mean." Both girls began to cackle, holding each other close whilst their attempts at restraining their laughter failed. They kissed tenderly, then held hands as they turned to face the opening doors of the futanari transit. "Ready to score more pussy than you know what to do with, Ami?"
"I've never been more ready in my life, Usagi."
Usagi and Ami would then board the train, allow the first sets of hands to grope them the honor of removing their clothes, and eventually swindle some incredible nose candy from an upscale housewife on the promise they'd go home with her. They agreed, along with a third girl, Juuban High's newest transfer student, Kino Makoto. The three girls would eventually forget about the two curvy wives they spent the evening in orgy with, but they would never forget each other for as long as they lived, and long they certainly did live.
Rei sweetly caressed her pink body pillow. Only, this wasn't just any body pillow. This was the onahole that contained all of her deepest, darkest secrets, most notably her semen, which pumped out through her cock and into an opening in the fabric which she had cut out two weeks before. "Usagi!" She screamed. "Usagi! Usagi! Usagi!"
Taped to the top of her body pillow was a lewd photo of her beautiful, blonde girlfriend, naked from the waist up and with whipped cream on her nipples. Minako had insisted on taking gravure shots of Usagi in an attempt to incite Rei to sex, however the shrine maiden was as clad as freshly forged steel when it came to chastity… or so the others thought.
When Minako hand delivered a set of Usagi's pinup photos, Rei initially chastised the blonde before outright refusing them. Of course, while Minako would've loved keeping those sexy photos to decorate her apartment walls with (or rather, decorating what few places on her walls that weren't already stapled with pornography of her companions), she was insistent of leaving them at Rei's, and so ran away the moment the envelope reached the raven haired girl's hands.
"Jeez!" Rei exclaimed. She went to trash the photos in a huff, but stopped in front of the garbage bin to inspect the lipstick stamped on the front flap. On its own it was nothing more than a cute invitation for Rei to join the girls in naked union, however Minako had scribbled in very tiny handwriting right next to it Usagi's name in the possessive form, and dotted it with a small, swirly arrow pointing to the kiss mark.
Rei was no prude. She had held hands with Usagi approximately four times, and even once went as far as kissing her on the cheek. Sure, it wasn't the depraved, animal fucking that her girlfriend enjoyed with their mutuals, but it was progress towards the holy matrimony Rei so desired out of their relationship.
But seeing that kiss mark…. Branded suggestively right before her very eyes in bold red lipstick…. Something about it lit a fire within her. Suddenly Rei's hands refused to part with the envelope, and no amount of repugnance towards its sinful contents could convince her that it was worth throwing away. Never had Usagi forced herself onto Rei, nor had she ever exposed her to the radical lifestyle she led when they were apart. She was always patient with Rei, therefore it was only fair that Rei be patient with her.
Accepting Usagi for who she was was tantamount to their happiness, but still she herself had yet to see with her own two eyes what exactly Usagi was like in the elements. She had been afraid to know for the longest time, if only because the stark reality would certainly contaminate her perception of the cutesy, clumsy blonde she knew and loved, yet secretly she still desired the truth. Secretly, she had urges that sprang from that oh so wonderful bun head and her petite body, her ample breasts, her curvy legs—her soft, puffy lips. How fantastic they would feel against her own….
The longer the envelope remained in Rei's hands, the harder her cock became underneath her maiden dress. In an effort to quell her urges, Rei hid the unopened envelope in her dresser drawer, whereupon it sat for days untouched, then weeks. It was always taunting her with its presence. She'd lose sleep at night thinking about what lay inside, thinking with little restraint on her imagination of the types of poses her girlfriend made in front of Minako's camera. What she'd wear, or if she even wore anything at all.
Eventually, after many weeks and after many aborted boners, Rei's resilience subsided and she removed the envelope from its tomb. She eyed the lipstick stain with two parts contempt and three parts lust before pressing her lips against it. Objectively she felt absolutely nothing but damp paper and dried up wax, but that didn't stop her from pretending that it was Usagi across from her, smooching back with reckless abandon like a dedicated lover in heat would.
When the lipstick began to imprint itself onto her own lips, Rei finally, for the first time since she was young, entertained an incredible erection, one that threatened to drive her mad with how needy and sensitive it was. Without thinking, she ripped the envelope open and poured the contents onto her bed, whereupon she masturbated for three straight hours to the lewd pictures of her girlfriend.
Despite the photos not being as risqué as Rei had anticipated, she still saw more of Usagi's skin in them than she ever had before. Her favorite was the one of her laid out on her back with whipped cream on her breasts, but she also loved the bikini shot since she could get a nice view of the bulge in Usagi's bottoms. She learned from those photos just how flexible her girlfriend was, and what the exact measurements of her bust size was (after two days of hypothesizing with math, that is).
She also learned shame. For a long time after she was plagued by self loathing and guilt, things which she tried remedying with prayer and self ridicule. None of it quite did the trick, however, and soon the memories of the pleasure she felt looking at her girlfriend's near naked body consumed her yet again. She'd masturbate once a week. Once soon became twice until eventually her time spent jerking off each day increased substantially, which then led to spending more days of her week in sensual isolation.
And thus we find our darling Rei, naked as the day she was born and with her erect dick jammed inside a body pillow that she had stuffed with silicone. Taped to it was her favorite picture of her girlfriend, who smiled at Rei while she came buckets. She stared longingly into the celluloid, running her finger across its surface as though it were the real thing. She lightly kissed the area with Usagi's face and moaned. "Oh, Usagi! How I love you so! Oh, how I love you!"
It would be exactly three days after Rei pronounced her love to her pillowy onahole when her girlfriend would proposition her for sex, and she'd finally shake all of her shame away in favor of a naked, horny matrimony.