Submissive Girls with Tools 7 - (Male-On-Futa/Futasub Stories)
Episode: 'Tools of Fate: Vengeful Witch (2)'
Despite being far from the 'cute and nice' Jeanne D'Arc from which she was shaped from, Jalter had a good reason to feel much for those that she considers friends of her: some of her memories were those owned by her original self prior to 'changing' into what she was now.
And while many couldn't imagine it, little Jeanne had to face a degree of discrimination in medieval France since she was a girl and couldn't play with the other boys.
Fighting for what was right, as a hero, was first a childish dream that went on unfulfilled for many years. It would take the voice from God, the request the Lord had for her, to then turn that silly game she missed as a little girl into a proper device of self-elevation. A paladin of a new era, driven by God's own word and... then killed by those that she considered the lamb she spared from the slaughter.
If the original Jeanne had a rather silly reason to value relationship highly, Jalter had a solid reason within her own conception that made her very cautious on who she trusted and who she didn't.
Menma was a friend - her only friend - in Chaldea. A simple worker, far from being capable of being a Master, but owing such a specific awareness and care over her unique condition that he became a pillar of hope for someone like Jalter.
Ever since she developed a dick and a pair of balls above her slit, her life had turned upside down. That fool Gudao was so nervous to speak with her as if she was infectious with the sort of ailment she conjured through the summoning, but where this would have led to some deeply-ingrained resentment and reluctance to serve her Master, Jalter found a good motivation to be a willing fighter for her Master - the fact that the survival of Chaldea meant the survival of her only friend.
Menma may have become an important thing to her due to their unusual ongoing agreement, but that didn't mean she was keen to limit interactions to just that. Having already offered up a fragile topic to him, it felt easier to confide and trust him more than others.
If there was some sort of holiday, it was easier to find Jeanne spending time with Menma rather than her Master or her fellow Servants. It got to the point that her original self lamented how she was so 'cold' around others for no reasons.
The nerve of that moron! Despite that infuriating slander, the Dragon Witch uncharacteristically refused that confrontation. Months ago, she would have been eager to scream back at that dumbass, but something about it now felt so unimportant.
How long has been since she really cared what her original self was feeling or doing? How long has it been since she... took a look at herself and decided to do her own thing?
Because there was no doubt in her mind that Menma would hardly have a chance to the pure and pious Jeanne D'Arc. Despite his niceness, he was a pervert- just as much as Jalter despite how it pained her to admit to such 'flaw'.
Maybe it was the penis, maybe it was the fact that she found it arousing to masturbate beside someone else that understood her new struggle, and maybe it was because she wanted to do something extremely intense without a planned marriage behind it.
Ah yes, the ultimate sin for Jeanne- premarital sex. The irony was behind the lustful growth behind her original self's mind over her view of it through their Master. The shameless brat was just so smitten that she forgot who the hell Sieg even was.
Amusing and infuriating at the same time.
Still, while Jalter felt having a moral high ground for a while... she was not devoid of issues on her own confidence. She hardly did much to escalate beyond mere fapping with her new friend. It wasn't like she felt a deep urge for it, but she felt more motivated to not push it too far.
Menma was her only friend - and she couldn't afford to be pushed away from him.
Jalter was afraid. And also horny.
The duality of her dilemma was outrageously pressing at times where it was difficult to know what choice to make and what not.
And then something came up where the choice became far greater than usual.
Menma had started to interact more frequently with a female coworker. Jalter was uncaring of this detail as she hardly saw her before now. But as those interactions grew 'easier' for her to spot during her peaceful strolls, the more she realized that her lifeline was at risk of being claimed away from a plain-looking girl. Bespectacled and all, she hardly looked anything worthy of attention - so why was Menma making her laugh so much?
Jalter's insecurities skyrocketed immediately. That scenario was enough to kick off all alarms inside her head. She was quickly feeling that self-control spiraling out of her hands and... and she had to do something to make this change.
It couldn't be something too little in intensity - oh no, she couldn't afford to be too hesitant this time around. As much as it felt so sudden, Jalter knew she had to do something risky and bold and very naughty. Not only that, but she had to lie about the reason behind this setup. She couldn't exactly conjure a sickness in regard to her condition on the spot, but she could fake it for the sake of preserving the status quo.
A quick message was sent, the bitter pill behind the need to give up something to preserve Menma as her closest connection was swallowed, and Jalter marched up to his room. Her full-face blush was helpful in creating a symptom of 'heat' within her frame, her cock making a bulge already at the prospect of what was to come and she felt her panties drenched in wetness.
She arrived earlier than Menma to his room, but the concerned look on his face made her a bit uneasy over this trick.
"I-I don't feel well."
"What can I do to-"
"H-Help me."
Weakly, embarassingly so, her tone drove her to then ditch her clothes.
Menma stared, eyes growing wider as his eyes lingered over her soon unveiled nudity. Much to her grand chagrin, Jalter's erection was harder than usual. It did help in further emphasize how much she desperately needed this- how much she also wanted this.
In response, Menma had a hardening bulge within his pants and as the Dragon Witch made her point clear by raising her balls and revealing how incredibly wet her pussy was, the young man said nothing else as he pulled down his pants and revealed how much he was going to do for her.
Gulping nervously, Jeanne Alter felt her common sense demand one last question before vanishing: how come this was happening so suddenly and without some questions from her friend? How come he was just going for it despite no verbal message being given to further specify what was going on?
And the answer to that was a soft kiss on the lips that woke Jalter out of her reluctant moment - Menma was not exactly without eyes or a mind of his own. Of course he would realize their bond was unique and that this was inevitable. The tender kissing was proof he cared and returned the feelings and the hard boner now teasing her slit confessed the carnal desire he too shared with her.
The kiss ultimately was interrupted as Jalter had one thing to say, a brief bout of fragility that got a nod from her friend-turned-lover. "G-Gentle, I am still a maiden."
He was quite soft with her. He held her hands as he carefully pushed her more on the bed and she felt unwilling to say or do much as she was subjected to something her original self could only hope to eventually get through her Master: affectionate sex.
Jalter may be malicious at times and could be snarky, and unruly and quite despicable when truly pushed to the edge, but the wave of love that she was getting in her chest as Menma slowly pushed into her, took her virginity and then gave her a controlled pounding that lasted half an hour... it all gave the Dragon Witch an epiphany.
Despite being born as a corrupted entity, the buried desire was still Jeanne D'Arc. And as she felt her groin warming up at a steady rate, Jalter felt her own cock throbbing at the jolts of pleasure storming within it. She came mid-way her first time, her underboob smeared in creamy white ropes but her dick couldn't just go flaccid. Not when the pounding was far from over.
The kissing, the tender touching and the feeling of being cared for was making her lose her mind. And as she felt Menma cum deep inside her, Jeanne foolishly thought how nice it would be to be a mother through it. A shameless desire for a broken maiden, but one that lived strong in her empty-headed happiness.
Ultimately the logic sunk over the notion that Menma's seed would just convert into energy that made her feel better. There had been a strong temptation to go beyond the first round, but Jeanne was fine to stop as they both basked with each other, sweaty, happy and content with the moment.
"Menma?"
"Yes, Jeanne?"
"You are mine, right?" She softly asked and he slowly nodded. "And you are not going out with that girl you tend to speak with a lot, right?"
...
"...Jeanne?"
She yawned, nuzzling her head against his chest. "Hm?"
"That girl with glasses is... my cousin."
...
The avalanche of shame that hit her brain and mind made her suddenly apologetic. Menma was understanding and explained how the girl was a new addition from London that had been struggling to settle in Chaldea. Since Menma was related to her, he decided to help her.
And Jalter got jealous for nothing.
"Well, I wouldn't say 'this' is nothing~."
The cheeky comment from Menma made her awkward expression melt in delight at remembering his touch and care and love. And after that experience, Jalter was sure of one thing: Menma was hers, and she was Menma's and there would be nothing to-
"Hey, are you also a futanari like me?"
Ruin it. Unless, of course, fate decided to throw a wrench into her lovey-dovey plan with a new troublemaker to keep an eye out for.
AN
Make your bets: who is the 'un'lucky futa that will join the duo and make it a trio (P.S. I already have two-three names ready for the ensuing harem but I will let you brainstorm a little about it).
Also, keep the suggestions about the Futa Archive going. You can either use just a character option, mention a plot or even use pics for help (This is QQ-only for obvious reasons).