How long has it been since I updated? Lord, this'll never do! Sorry I'm so behind, I'm trying to get back on top of everything. yes, this takes place before True and Blue's latest chapters, and yes, I'll be catching back up soon.
Okay, I'll admit it, I was a little confused when I saw the lady from the Starbucks logo bringing us coffee. I did a double take yeah, it really was the lady from the Starbucks logo. And here's a sentence I never assumed I'd end up saying: damn the Starbucks icon lady had a nice rack.
"I'm gonna guess this is True's doing?" I said, ogling our new in house barista. Blue nodded, "yeah. Oh, how'd your dates go yesterday?" He asked, though I sensed it was more out of A: just being polite and B: hoping to hear about what crazy stuff I'd done with/to Clara. He was in for a slight disappointment.
The day before I'd gone on two dates, the first with Axel only lasted about an hour before we teleported home and tested how many different parts of his roof could be used as surfaces one could fuck upon/inside (36 was the total). He hadn't been seen since, likely recovering from dehydration, exhaustion, and a full pulled muscles.
My date with Clara, on the other hand, was much different. Namely in that it didn't end in sloppy, ravenous sex. Clara seemed shocked by this, and throughout the whole date seemed rather paranoid about what way I would get her in bed, but I never tried to. I think she might have been a little offended at first (which I found funny seeing as she wasn't even planning on jumping into bed with me, but I guess there's a difference between not wanting it and being told you can't have it), until I explained myself.
"When I finally get there with Clara," I explained to Blue, "I want her to be doing it because she wants it as much as I do, not because she's fallen for my sinful voodoo seduction tricks."
The others seemed genuinely impressed by this. "That's...actually really sweet." Blue said. "Yeah, I know." I said with a smile, "Well, I'm gonna go fuck Mew." "And short lived." Blue said, shaking his head. "You can come to~" I offered. Blue shook his head, "No thanks, gonna be practicing today."
I rolled my eyes, "Well, later." "Oh, before you go, True told me to tell you something." Blue said, "Please, please do not fuck the Starbucks girl."
Precisely ten minutes later
I fell onto the bed, sucking Ica's neck hard (yes, I named the Starbucks icon lady). She moaned happily, reaching down to stroke my member. I moaned softly at this, thrusting against her hand. I probably shouldn't have in retrospect, because I could feel myself getting close in mere seconds. Okay, so I don't have the best stamina as a futa. Bite me, it's unfamiliar biology.
I force my climax down, and lean forward, kissing Ica's neck. I couldn't help but get a kick out of her moaning. I'm not sure why, but it was so...cute. Or maybe that was the coffee rush.
I shifted us around so she was underneath me, and kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She was quick to submit, something I made a mental note to bring up to True, as it meant he either made a conscious choice to make the Starbucks lady a submissive slut, which would be great to judge him over, or he did it subconsciously, which was even better because he couldn't argue against it.
Unfortunately, we couldn't quite get to the good part. Blue crashed into my room, though I was certain I'd locked it. I think...I may have been busy staring at Ica's rack. "Sin, True will get really pissed if he finds out you're doing this." Blue said.
I shrugged, "So? He won't hurt me." "I know, but.." Blue trailed off. I smirked, "Wait, are you afraid of True? Half your height and width True?" I questioned, pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"He's got more control over the fandom than both of us put together, so yeah, I'd rather not piss him off." Blue said. "Please, True won't do anything to rash, he's level headed. Usually. Sometimes. On occasion. And besides," I added to sweeten the deal, "I'm sure Ica wouldn't mind some extra company~"
Ica nodded, winking at Blue. Blue, for all his strength, caved in a matter of seconds. Don't be too hard on him, I don't play fair.
Approximately one threesome later...
I woke with a yawn, looking around. I couldn't see Blue or Ica anywhere. Or my pokemon...my bed...my room...I seemed to be in an empty metal room. I was still naked, so I found out real fast that I was no longer a futa. Where my futa rod should have been, there was a piece of paper taped to me. I took the paper and read it.
Next time, when I say hands off, hands OFF! Have fun!
True's hand writing. Fuck. He put me in fucking time-out! After spending about an hour hurling profanity that True probably could not hear through the walls of time and space, I realized there was a door on the wall behind me. Okay, so at least he left me to a fandom. The question is, which one? I took a deep breath. Only one way to find out.
I stepped forward, and opened the door.
Where did True send me? RWBY, Yu-gi-oh, Undertale, The Gregory Horror Show, or the Farwalker's Quest? Or DHMIS, if you really want me to suffer you sadistic fucks.
